Mrs. JOHNSON.*

ON JEALOUSY.

Shield me from his rage, celestial Powers! This tyrant, that embitters all my hours; Ah love! you've poorly played the hero's part; You conquer'd, but you can't defend my heart. When first I bent beneath your gentle reign, I thought this monster banish'd from your train; But you would raise him to support your throne, And now he claims your empire as his own. Or tell me, tyrants, have you, both agreed That where one reigns, the other shall succeed?""

Miss VANHOMRIG H.

AN ODE TO SPRING.

HAIL, blushing goddess, beauteous Spring!
Who in thy jocund train, dost bring

Loves and Graces, smiling hours,

Balmy breezes, fragrant flowers,

Come, with tints of roseate hue,
Nature's faded charms renew.

Yet why should I thy presence hail?
To me no more the breathing gale

Comes fraught with sweets, no more the rose
With such transcendent beauty blows,
As when Cadenus blest the scene,
And shared with me those joys serene.
When, unperceived, the lam bent fire
Of Friendship kindled new desire;
Still listening to his tuneful tongue,
The truths which angels might have sung,
Divine impress'd their gentle sway,
And sweetly stole my soul away.

Celebrated by Denn Swift under the name of Stella.

f Vanessa,

My guide, instructor, lover, friend,
(Dear names) in one idea blend;
O! still conjoin'd, your incense rise,
And waft sweet odors to the skies.

AN ODE TO WISDOM.

Pallas! I invoke thy aid!

Vouchsafe to hear a wretched maid,
By tender love deprest;

"Tis just that thou shouldst heal the smar
Inflicted by thy subtle art,

And calm my troubled breast.

No random shot from Cupid's bow,
'But by thy guidance soft and slow,
It sunk within my heart;

Thus, Love being arm'd with Wisdom's force,
In vain I try to stop its course,

In vain repel the dart.

O Goddess, break the fatal league,
Let Love, with Folly and Intrigue,
More fit associates find!

And thou alone, within my breast,
O! deign to soothe my griefs to rest,
And heal my tortur'd mind.

End of Vol. I.

Corrall, Printer, Charing Cross.