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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 rooked daughter Hannah, flouted at the maiden, and treated her with notable contempt. For they held it as a maxim, and a ruftic 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 fevennight after.
On the last day of his illness, he defired to fee his miftrefs. She was civilly received by the mother, who hid 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, fhe fcreamed aloud that her heart was burft, and expired fome moments after.
The then curat: of Bowes* inferted it in his regifter, that they both died of love, and were buried in the fame grave, March 15, 1714. I am,
*Bowes is a fmall village in Yorkshire, where in former times the Earls of Richmond had a caftle. 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
ADDRESSED TO HER FATHER. 1761.
CROWN'D with honour, bleft with length of days, Thou whom the wife revere, the worthy praife; Juft guardian of those laws thy voice explain'd, And meriting all titles thou haft gain’d— Though ftill the fairest from heaven's bounty flow; For good and great no monarch can bestow: Yet thus, of health, of fame, of friends poffeft, No fortune, Hardwicke, is fincerely blest. All human-kind are fons of forrow born : The great muft fuffer, and the good must mourn.
For fay, can Wisdom's self, what late was thine,
Ah, no! when Love, when Reason, hand in hand,
Thofe facred drops, by virtuous weakness shed,
From tender thought their source unblam'd they draw,
When his lov'd Child the Roman could not fave,, Immortal Tully, from an early grave'
No common forms his home-felt paffion kept :-
And O by grief ally'd, as join'd in fame,
O feafon mark'd by mourning and despair!
think, who fuffer, and who figh with you.
* 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 speechlefs anguish bend !
And he, who long, unshaken and serene, Had death, in each dire form of terror, feen, Through worlds unknown o'er unknown oceans teft,. 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,
With wit, chaftis'd, with fprightly temper, fage;
She now no change, nor you no fear can feel :
A FUNERAL HY M N.
E midnight shades, o'er Nature spread !
In honour of th' approaching dead,
Yes, pour around,
On this pale ground,
Through all this deep furrounding gloom,
The tear untaught,
Those meetest mourners at a tomb..
Lo! as the furplic'd train draw near
The flow fad bell, the fable bier,
With trembling stream,
Attending tapers faintly dart;
Each mouldering bone,
Each sculptor'd stone,
Strikes mute inftruction to the heart!