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Published as the Act directs, by Harrison & Co Oct1,1782.

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To future ages might be handed down,

He thrice twelve gallant youths, of high renown,
Selected fouls, of all the land the flow'r,
Appointed to adorn the bridal hour.
They go, conducted by the man divine,
Full of devotion, to the facred shrine.
Before the altar to the God they bow,

And make, with zeal unfeign'd, the folemn vow:
To give, in time of need, the wretched aid;
To guard from brutal force the spotless maid.

And thus, my lord, the Knights of Bath began,
In honour to the brave and godlike man;
An order ever to Carvilior's fame,

Which from the virgins bathing took the name.

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CONNAL AND MARY.

BY MISS TOMLINS.

Y Yarrow ftream, that glides along,

Whose banks the wild-thyme fweetly covers,

Thus Connal rais'd his mournful fong;
By Yarrow, fam'd for faithful lovers.

• Farewel!' he cried; a long farewel! • Farewel to hope and joy for ever; For hope and joy can never dwell

Befide the waves that lovers fever!

• With Mary I have pafs'd the day,

Befide this ftream in murmurs flowing;

* With Mary I have lov'd to stray
Amid the wild-thyme fweetly blowing.

For her my little flock I left:

For Mary, at the midnight hour, 'My eye-lids were of fleep bereft ;

'My footsteps wander'd round her bower.

For her it was, at dawning day,

The sweetest flow'rs of spring I blended; • For her, at noon-tide's scorching ray, • The lambs and frolick kids I tended.

'I form'd a wreath for Mary's hair,

Of all my little garden's treafure;

And when that wreath the deign'd to wear,

• Those happy days she has forgot,

• Forgotten are my restless hours ; Forgotten is the rural spot

• Where Mary wore that wreath of flowers.

She has forgot the filver tide,

The tide of Yarrow gently flowing;

• And Mary is another's bride,

• Where sweeter flowers than mine are blowing

Blow fweet, ye flowers, where'er the be;

Ye ftreams, in gentler murmurs languish: But whisper not the charming fhe,

• That

my fond heart now breaks with anguish.