. The literary remains of Catherine Maria Fanshawe; . s,That fruit could change to sterling metal,And drop a pearl from every petalScarce would the mighty pledge availTo justify so rash a you your wealth and credit a dead letters forfeit charter ? FANSHAWES POEMS. 15 Shall I a helping hand extend To aid the ruin of my friend ? Forbid it, all ye powers that bind With potent chains the human mind ; Forbid it, all ye powers excelling In the deep mysteries of spelling ! And ye, who teach the sons of men To guide with faltering hand the pen, These solemn words record—and thou,
. The literary remains of Catherine Maria Fanshawe; . s,That fruit could change to sterling metal,And drop a pearl from every petalScarce would the mighty pledge availTo justify so rash a you your wealth and credit a dead letters forfeit charter ? FANSHAWES POEMS. 15 Shall I a helping hand extend To aid the ruin of my friend ? Forbid it, all ye powers that bind With potent chains the human mind ; Forbid it, all ye powers excelling In the deep mysteries of spelling ! And ye, who teach the sons of men To guide with faltering hand the pen, These solemn words record—and thou, Harcourf s dread Earl, attest my vow; If eer, an alien born and bred. The K dare rear its mushroom head,— Proved, as it is beyond dispute, A consonant of ill repute,— Within the precincts of my name, And I admit th unlawful claim, May never syllable of mine Reach the full length of Catherine ! Deprived of their baptismal rightj^ May they—uncouth to sound and sight— Of self-disgrace an hideous pattern. By my own hand be written—Kattern !. EPISTLE ON THE SUBJECTS OF BOTANY, CONTAINING A TALE AND MUCH GOOD A LOVER OF BOTANISTS. Humbly inscribed to Isabella Way and E. C. Fanshaice. YE Fair ! who in this favoured climeAre taught t^ employ, not murder, Time;And see his reverend figure pass,Without a wish to break his glass;Who, skiird to vary each successive now, and now dissect a flower,And scientifically knowTo pull to pieces all that blow;And, as they lie in sad disorder,Piecemeal, and littring on the table,Are with the more precision ableTo name their genus, class, and order ;I joy to see this genrous age c i8 FANSHAWES POEMS. Unclosing Nature^s folio treasure, Confine not to their sons the page,But bid their daughters share the pleasure. I joy to see your light feet tread The dew-bespangled grass, Benignly bending as ye pass To raise the violets drooping head,Or pale-faced primrose from her lowly bed; While your philosophic eyes With honest
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