paused awhile; then, drying her eyes, continued thus: Such was the man, whose ashes here repose. You may still wish to know how he brought hither this stream, and planted these trees; I shall now inform you.

In his latter days, he frequently came to this spot, and seated himself on the side of the high way. With an affable and smiling aspect he saluted the passengers, and offer'd refreshment to the weary'd traveller. And what, he one day said, if I should here plant fruit-trees, and, under their shade, conduct a fresh and limpid stream: both shade and water are from hence far distant: I shall then solace, a long time after I am gone, the man fatigued with travel, and him that faints amid the noon-day's ardour. This design he executed soon. Hither he conducted that pure stream, and around it set these fertile trees, whose fruits, in different seasons, ripen. The work completed, he repaired to the temple of APOLLO; and having presented his offering, he made this prayer:-"O god! prosper the young "trees I have just planted, that the pious man, as "he resorts to thy temple, may refresh himself un"der their shade."

The god vouchsaf'd to hear his prayer. AMYNTAS rising early the next morning, directed his first looks towards this spot: but how was he transported, when, instead of the saplings he had planted the preceding day, he saw lofty and spreading trees. -O god! he cried, what do I behold! Tell me, O my children, is it a dream that deludes me! I see

the plants that I set but yesterday changed into strong and lofty trees!-Transported with sacred admiration, we all went to the grove. The branches of the trees, already in their full vigour, and loaded with fruit, bow'd down to the flowery ground.-0 wonderful! the old man cried-shall I, even in the winter of my days, still walk beneath these shades! -We poured forth our thanksgivings, and sacrificed to the god who had granted, had even exceeded the prayers of AMYNTAS. But, alas! this old man, so favoured by the gods, did not long frequent this bower. He died, and we have here interred his ashes, that all who repose under these shades may bless his memory.

At this relation, penetrated by respect, we blessed the ashes of the worthy man; and said to his daughter-"This stream we have found most pleasing; by these shades we have been refreshed, but "much more by the recital you have made us.—

May the gods, each moment of thy life, pour "down their blessings on thee!"—and, filled with divine sensations, we directed our steps to the temple of APOLLO.

THYRSIS.

Seated

IN vain, said THYRSIS, sighing forth his pain—it is in vain, propitious nymph, you breathe such sweet refreshing gales amidst these shades. 'Tis not for me your urns pour forth the limpid stream beneath the shelter of these groves. I burn-alas! I burn, as in the furious heats of harvest. at the foot of the hill, where CHLOE's cottage stands, to the echo, a tender air I sung. The summit of the hill is shaded by a garden of fruit-trees, her own hands cultivate. By my side rolled a murmuring stream, that in its winding course flows through the garden. Often in this flood she laves her hands and rosy cheeks.-Sudden I heard the sound of the bolt that fastens the garden door. CHLOE came forth. A soft zephyr wanton'd in her flaxen tresses. How beauteous she appeared. In one hand she bore a curious basket, filled with the choicest fruit, and, with the other-modesty conceals, even when she thinks that no one sees— with the other she held her robe across her rising bosom, which the sportive zephyrs endeavoured to unveil. Her airy garment, winding in graceful folds about her shape and knees, behind her floated, at the pleasure of the winds, with pleasing

murmurs.

AS CHLOE thus pass'd o'er the summit of the hill, two apples fell from her basket, and roll'd

down to my feet, as if by LOVE himself directed. I picked them up, and pressing them to my lips, ascended the hill, and gave them to the blooming maid. My hand trembled-I would have spoke, but could only sigh. CHLOE inclined her eyes, while a lovely blush spread o'er her cheeks. Then, with a gracious air, she smiled again she blush'd, and presented me the fairest apple. Both abash'd, quite motionless we stood. Ah! what did I not that moment feel. Then, with lingering steps, she home returned. My looks remain'd still fix'd upon her. At the door of her cottage she stopp'd, and, with a courteous air, she turned again towards me. My eyes, long after she was gone, remained fixed on the threshold of her door. At last, I descended the hill, my knees trembling under me. Love, O tender love, be propitious to my vows! Ah! what I have since that moment felt can never be effaced from my heart.

BB

TO LOVE.

LOVELY god of CYPRUS, it was on the first of

MAY I rais'd this altar to thee, at the bottom of my garden, and crowned it with a bower of myrtles and roses! LOVE! on this altar have I not each morning offer'd to thee a garland of flowers, bedew'd with the tears of AURORA? But, alas! thou

deridest my vows. The north winds have already blasted the verdure of the trees and meadows; yet PHILLIS PHILLIS remains still cruel as on the first of MAY.

DAPHNIS.

ON a fair summer's night, DAPHNIS stole to the cottage of his shepherdess. Love can seldom sleep. The vast expanse of heaven was strewed with brilliant stars. The moon pour'd her gentle rays through the dark shades of the forest. All the country round was still and gloomy. All things seemed to respect the repose of nature. of nature. No light was seen except some sparkles of the

torch of

night, that play'd upon the purling brooks, and here and there a glow-worm, wandering in the dark. All other lights were out.