MAY THE 9TH, 1779, MISS BOYLE'S BIRTH DAY. OH, fhade of HANB'RY*, from thy feat beftow Behold the Mother † prompt (with skill refin'd) Foe to th' enamel'd rules of STANHOPE's art, N 2 * Sir CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS. When, When, call'd to enter on her fate's career, To meet, when Heav'n ordains, th' affailing woe: May'st thou ne'er meet the waves' infulting ftrife; For thee, the darling of these humble lays, Whofe early merit wakes the voice of praise, From the bright date of this recorded day Thou shalt be ftyled the Little Queen of May! THE THE SOLDIER'S FAREWELL, ON THE EVE OF A BATTLE. NIGHT, expecting the dread morrow, Hover'd o'er the martial train, Beauteous ALICE, led by forrow, ⚫ Give the watch-word,' the guard utter'd Ever beauteous, faithful ever,' Quick the gallant Youth rejoin'd, Cruel Death can only fever Hearts in love's ftrong links entwin'd: • Soon Soon fhall we be torn afunder, • Therefore welcome art thou come : Till morn wakes the battle's thunder Reft thee on that broken drum.' She fat down, in mind reviewing Tears still other tears pursuing, Down her cheek in filence roll'd: Thoughts to other thoughts fucceeding • Wherefore, ALICE, doft thou ponder Sure our parting might be fonder • Yet continue ftill to ponder Things thy voice wants pow'r to fay, Thy dumb grief to me feems fonder, Than words deck'd in bright array.' She She replied (her tears still gushing) • What avails it to be brave? • Should't thou perish in the action, • Still thou wert of gentleft carriage, Still affectionately true, And a lover ftill in marriage, Cheer thee, cheer thee, beft of women, • Trust to the great Pow'r above; When I rush amidst the foemen, |