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Eager, perdie, to bak in funny day!

The noifes intermix'd, which thence refound,

Do Learning's little tenement betray;

Where fits the dame, difguis'd in look profound,
And eyes her Fairy throng, and turns her wheel around.

Her cap, far whiter than the driven fnow,
Emblem right meet of decency does yield;
Her apron dy'd in grain, as blue, I trowe,
As is the hare-bell that adorns the field:
And in her hand, for fceptre, fhe does wield
Tway birchen sprays, with anxious fear entwin'd,
With dark diftruft, and fad repentance fill'd;

And ftedfaft hate, and fharp affliction join'd;
And fury uncontroul'd, and chaftifement unkind.

Few but have kenn'd, in femblance meet pourtray'd,
The childish faces of old ol's train,

Libs, Notus, Aufter*: thefe in frowns array'd,
How then would fare or earth, or sky, or main,
Were the ftern god to give his flaves the rein ?
And were not the rebellious breafts to quell,

And were not she her ftatutes to maintain,

The cot no more, I ween, were deem'd the cell Where comely peace of mind and decent order dwell.

A ruffet ftole was o'er her fhoulders thrown;
A ruffet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air;

'Twas fimple ruffet, but it was her own:

'Twas her own country bred the flock fo fair; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare;

And, footh to say, her pupils, rang'd around, Thro' pious awe did term it paffing rare;

For they in gaping wonderment abound,

And think, no doubt, fhe been the greatest wight on ground.

The fouth-weft wind, fouth, &c. &c.

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Plate VIII

Rablish'd

I as the Act directs, by Harrison &C, July 11781.

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