. Poems . Let modesty and neatness guide: By gentle manners strive to please; But not by effort banish ease, And in your unaffected mien The smile of cheerfulness be seen. Your wit, or sense should never be Trickd out in gauds of repartee, And flaunting forth, like City spark On Sunday cantering through the park; 192 But be each virtue in your breast Seen inmate, not a casual guest. Of no superior merit boast: Who least possess, oft claim it most, But you by modesty will gain That praise which pride shall seek in vain. To sum these precepts all in one-Just act as you have ever done. THE CROOKE
. Poems . Let modesty and neatness guide: By gentle manners strive to please; But not by effort banish ease, And in your unaffected mien The smile of cheerfulness be seen. Your wit, or sense should never be Trickd out in gauds of repartee, And flaunting forth, like City spark On Sunday cantering through the park; 192 But be each virtue in your breast Seen inmate, not a casual guest. Of no superior merit boast: Who least possess, oft claim it most, But you by modesty will gain That praise which pride shall seek in vain. To sum these precepts all in one-Just act as you have ever done. THE CROOKED STICK.—a to unmarried Ladies. Twas on that * Night when, as were toldBy wrinkled females sage and old,That necromantic arts have powrAt deepest midnights awful hourSpectres from dreary glooms to raise,And rend the veil from future round some lonely barley-mowThe trembling maidens hemp-seed sow,And cautious look behind, and seeA swain and scythe in evry tree. • All Saints 198 When the pale damsel with affright Watches the tapers waning light, In its last twinkle to discover A shade that represents her lover ; While each upon the spell she tries With palpitating faith relies. On this dread night when all was still, Save wintry winds that whistled shrill, Three virgin sisters, young and fair, A charm of wondrous powr prepare! Their fathers rural mansion stood Deeply embosomd in a wood; A lofty hill rose bold behind, Oer whose rude brow, rockd by the wind, A castles antique ruin frownd, And spread a deeper horror round. One spacious room alone remaind Entire, and times attack disdaind : Hither with tottering steps they sped, The screech-owl flitting over head. These youthful sisters, gay and pretty,Were namd Susanna, Mary, Kitty :And each had oft, in secret, sighdTo know if she should be a bride, 194 And who the youth whom she one dayMight love, and honor, and most important truth to prove,And fates involving gloom remove,The circles m
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