XXIII. Juft then the reach'd, with trembling step, He's gone! fhe cry'd; and I shall fee That angel-face no more! XXIV. I feel, I feel this breaking heart Beat high ageinft my fide From her white arın down funk her head; She fhivering figh'd, and died. Extract of a Letter from the Curate of Bowes, in YORKSHIRE, on the Subject of the preceding Poem. To Mr. COPPERTHWAITE at MARRICK. WORTHY SIR, * As to the affair mentioned in yours, it happened long before my time. I have therefore been obliged to confult my clerk, and another person in the neighbourhood, for the truth of that melancholy event. The history of it is as follows: THE family-name of the young man was Wrightson; of the young maiden Railton. They were both much of the fame age; that is, growing up to twenty. In their birth was no difparity: but in fortune, alas! fhe was his inferior. His father, a hard old man, who had by his toil acquired a handfome competency, expected and required that his fon fhould marry fuitably. But as "" amor vincit omnia," his heart was unalterably fixed on the pretty young creature already named. Their courtship, which was all by stealth, unknown to the family, continued about a year. When it was found out, old Wrightfon, his wife, and particularly their crooked daughter Hannah, flouted at the maiden, and treated her with notable contempt. For they held it as a maxim, and a rustic one' it is, "that blood was "nothing without groats." The young lover fickened, and took to his bed about ́ ́Shrove-Tuesday, and died the Sunday sevennight after. On the last day of his illness, he defired to see his miftrefs. She was civilly received by the mother, who bid her welcome-when it was too late. But her daughter Hannah lay at his back; to cut them off from all opportunity of exchanging their thoughts. At her return home, on hearing the bell toll out for his departure, the fcreamed aloud that her heart was burst, and expired fome moments after. The then curat: of Bowes inferted it in his regiler, that they both died of love, and were buried in the fame grave, March 15, 1714. I am, DEAR SIR, Yours, &c. *Bowes is a finall village in Yorkshire, where in former times the Earls of Richmond had a castle. It ftands on the edge of that vaft and mountainous tract, named by the neighbouring people, Stanemore; which is always expofed to wind and weather, defolate and folitary throughout. CAMD. BRIT. ON THE DEATH O F LADY ANSON. ADDRESSED TO HER FATHER. 1761. CROWN'D with honour, bleft with length of days, Ah, no! when Love, when Reason, hand in hand, Thofe facred drops, by virtuous weakness shed, From tender thought their fource unblam'd they draw, By Heaven approv'd, and true to Nature's law. When When his lov'd Child the Roman could not fave, Immortal Tully, from an early grave No common forms his home-felt paffion kept O feafon mark'd by mourning and despair! O think, who fuffer, and who figh with you. See *Tullia died about the age of two and thirty. She is celebrated for her filial piety; and for having added, to the ufual graces of her fex, the more folid accomplishments of knowledge and polite letters. MALLET. ON THE DEATH OF LADY ANSON. See her lov'd Lord with speechless anguish bend! 331 And he, who long, unshaken and serene, Had death, in each dire form of terror, seen, Through worlds unknown o'er unknown oceans toft, By love fubdued, now weeps a confort loft: Now, funk to fondness, all the man appears, His front dejected, and his foul in tears! Yet more nor thou the Mufe's voice difdain, Think too and reafon will confirm the thought: With wit, chaftis'd, with fprightly temper, fage She |