Where Love connubial and parental join

To form an earthly paradise.

O! THOU!

The Giver of all good, who view'st alike

The peasant and the prince, if in his course
Through this vain world thy Creature may presume

To mark out his own path, then let me tread
That of this humble Curate! Blest like him,

Like him thy faithful virtuous Minister,

May I, with the dear Elleh of my heart,

Pursue my noiseless way, enrich'd alone
With that best wealth,—a virtuous Woman's Love,
A quiet Conscience, and THY BLESSING ON US!

Such be my Life! While the unthinking crowd Of Fortune's followers grasp at Wealth and Power, I view the COUNTRY CURATE's pure delights,

Send forth a wishful sigh, and fondly think,

Were such the happy lot of me and mine,

We'd bless the Hand which gave it, and desire No happier, no higher portion our's.

THE SISTERS;

OR

THE TEST OF FASHION.

GOD hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another; you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and you nick-name GOD's Creatures; and make your wantonness your ignorance.

HAMLET.

CRIES Curio, Mark yon Sisters four, and say

Which most displays the force of Fashion's sway.

Immers'd in ointments, lotions, pastes, and varnish, Cerussa tries her face's charms to garnish;

Each feature fix'd, no movement dares she trust;

Some fatal twist might crack th' enamel'd crust:

While the gull'd father cries—“ My pretty face!"

And hugs a painted doll in his embrace.

Vacilla, studious of her person's praise,
Distorts her little form a thousand ways;

Struts, wriggles, ambles, shakes her empty pate,
Walks this way, that way,-any way but straight.

But hark! what means that shrill hysterick cry? "Oh! take away the beast, or I shall die; "A snake! I've got a snake upon my arm!" -A snake, Tenella? Banish your alarm,

'Tis but a worm!" Well la! 'tis all the same;

"How should I know the filthy creature's name?"

Blæsa's "motht thure, whate'er thome folkth may

preach,❞—

Poor girl! she's got a sad defect in speech;

-Defect! oh no, her organs sound remain,

But-" tith tho thocking vulgar to thpeak plain.”

Now then, cries Curio, quick your judgement whet, And, having seen and heard the fair quartette, Tell me, of these joint slaves to Fashion's sway, Which most doth her omnipotence display?

Why truly, far as my poor wits can guide,
The question's pretty easy to decide:
Cerussa's plaster'd face is not uncommon,
For false appearances belong to. Woman;
Nor does Vacilla much my wonder raise;
Do not all Women dearly love odd ways?
Tenella's worm turn'd snake amaz'd you view!
These transpositions, friend, are nothing new;
Our modish females, if I'm told aright,

Call virtue, vice; and turn the day to night!

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