"Mr. Thornhill know the exact time on "which I defign delivering you up to an"other. If he really loves you, his own good fenfe will readily fuggeft that there "is but one method alone to prevent his lofing you for ever." -This propo

fal, which she could not avoid confidering as perfectly juft, was readily agreed to. She again renewed her most positive promise of marrying Mr. Williams, in cafe of the other's infenfibility; and at the next opportunity, in Mr. Thornhill's presence, that day month was fixed upon for her nuptials with his rival.

Such vigorous proceedings feemed to redouble Mr. Thornhill's anxiety: but what Olivia really felt gave me some uneasiness. In this struggle between prudence and paffion, her vivacity quite forfook her, and every opportunity of folitude was fought, and spent in tears. One week paffed away; but

her lover made no efforts to restrain her nuptials. The fucceeding week he was still affiduous; but not more open. On the

third he discontinued his visits entirely, and inftead of my daughter teftifying any impatience, as I expected, fhe feemed to retain a penfive tranquillity, which I looked upon as refignation. For my own part, I was now fincerely pleased with thinking that my child was going to be fecured in a continuance of competence and peace, and frequently applauded her resolution. It was within about four days of her intended nuptials, that my little family at night were gathered round a charming fire, telling stories of the past, and laying schemes for the future. Bufied in forming a thousand projects, and laughing at whatever folly came uppermoft, Well, Mofes," cried I, "we shall foon, my boy,

have a wedding in the family, what is your opinion of matters and things in general?"- My opinion, father, is "that all things go on very well; and I "was just now thinking, that when fifter

Livy is married to farmer Williams, we

"fhall then have the loan of his cyderprefs and brewing tubs for nothing."

"That we fhall, Mofes," cried I, "and

he will fing us Death and the Lady, to "raise our spirits into the bargain.""He has taught that fong to our Dick," cried Mofes; " and I think he goes thro' "it very prettily.-"Does he so," cried I, "then let us have it: where's little Dick? "let him up with it boldly."-"My "brother Dick," cried Bill my youngest, "is juft gone out with fifter Livy; but Mr. "Williams has taught me two songs, and "I'll fing them for you, pappa. Which

fong do you chufe, the Dying Swan, or "the Elegy on the death of a mad dog?" "The elegy, child, by all means,” said I, "I never heard that yet; and Deborah,

my life, grief you know is dry, let us "have a bottle of the best gooseberry

wine, to keep up our fpirits. I have

wept fo much at all forts of elegies of late, that without an enlivening glass I am fure this will overcome me; and So

phy, love, take your guitar, and thrum "in with the boy a little.".

An

An ELEGY on the Death of a Mad Dog.

GOOD people all, of every fort,
Give ear unto my fong;

And if you find it wond'rous fhort,
It cannot hold you long.

In Ifling town there was a man,
Of whom the world might fay,
That still a goodly race he ran,
Whene'er he went to pray.

A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes

The naked every day he clad,
When he put on his cloaths.

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,

Both mungrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,

And curs of low degree.

This dog and man at first were friends;

But when a pique began,

The dog, to gain his private ends,

Went mad and bit the man.

Around from all the neighbouring streets,
The wondering neighbours ran,
And swore the dog had loft his wits,
To bite fo good a man.

The wound it seem'd both fore and fad,
To every christian eye;

And while they fwore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.

But foon a wonder came to light,
That shew'd the rogues they lied,
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that dy'd.

"A very good boy, Bill, upon my word, "and an elegy that may truly be called

tragical. Come, my children, here's “Bill's health, and may he one day be a bishop."

"With all my heart," cried my wife; "and if he but preaches as well as he