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HERE Whitefoord reclines, and deny it who can,
What pity, alas ! that so lib’ral a mind
* Mr. W. was so notorious a punster, that Doctor Goldsmith used to say, it was impossible to keep him company without being infected with the itch of punning.
+ Mr. H. S. Woodfall, printer of the Public Advertiser. #Mr. Whitefoord has frequently indulged the town with humorous pieces under those titles, in the Public Adver
as to праду. .
Appeared in that Paper, in June, 1767.
controversy, particularly upon trifles, permit me to be as concise as possible in informing a correspondent of yours, that I recommended Blainville's Travels, because I thought the book was a good one: and I think so still. I said, I was told by the bookseller that it was then first published; but in that, it seems, I was misinformed, and my reading was not extensive enough to set me right.
Another correspondent of yours accuses me of hav. ing taken a ballad, I published some time ago,
I am, Sir,
* The Fryar of Orders Gray, “Relig, of Anc, Poetry." Vol. I. p. 243,
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"TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale,
“ And guide my lonely way,
“With hospitable ray.
“With fainting steps and slow;
" Seem length’ning as I go."
"To lure thee to thy doom.
“My door is open still ;
"I give it with good will.
" Whate'er my cell bestows ;
“ My blessing and repose.
"I learn to pity them.
" A guiltless feast I bring;
"And water from the spring, "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ;
“All earth-born cares are wrong: “Man wants but little here below, "Nor wants that little long."
Soft as the dew from heaven descends,
His gentle accents fell;
And follows to the cell.
The lonely mansion lay;
And strangers led astray !
Requir'd a master's care;
Receiv'd the harmless pair.
To take their evening rest,
And cheer'd his pensive guest:
And gaily prest, and smil'd; And, skill'd in legendary lore,
The lingering hours beguild.
Its tricks the kitten tries;
The crackling faggot flies.
To soothe a stranger's woe;
And tears began to flow.
With answering care opprest:
“The sorrows of thy breast? “ Froin better habitations spurn'd,
«« Reluctant dost thou rove: " Or grieve for friendship unreturn!d,
" Or unregarded love?
“Alas! the joys that fortune brings,
Are trifling and decay ; “And those who prize the paltry things,
“More trifling still than they. " And what is friendship but a name,
“A charm that lulls to sleep; “A shade that follows wealth or fame,
“And leaves the wretch to weep! “And love is still an emptier sound,
The modern fair-one's jest: "On earth unseen, or only found
“To warm the turtle's nest. "For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows bush,
"And spurn the sex," he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Swift mantling to the view;
As bright, as transient too.
Alternate spread alarms :
A maid in all her charms.
“A wretch, forlorn,” she cry'd ;
“ Where heaven and you reside.
“Whom love has taught to stray:
Companion of her way.
"A wealthy lord was he;
" He had but only me,