• Crimson leaves the rose adorn,
6. But beneath them lurks a thorn ;
* Fair and flow'ry is the brake,
6. Yet it hides the vengeful snake.

66 Think not she whose empty pride,
• Dares the fleecy garb deride;
* Think not she who, light and vain,
6. Scorns the sheep, can love the swain !

6 Artless deed and simple dress,
6. Mark the chofen shepherdess;
4. Thoughts by decency contrould,
6. Well conceiv'd and freely told.

* Sense that shuns each conscious air,
66 Wit that falls e'er well aware ;
6 Gen'rous pity prone to figh,
* If her kid, or lambkin die.

* Let not lucre, let not pride,
* Draw thee from such charms afide';
** Have not those the proper sphere?
* Gentler paflions triumph here.

* See to sweeten thy repose,
s6 The blossom buds, the fountain flows,
" Lo! to crown thy healthful board,
46 All that milk and fruits afford,

66 Seck

46 Seek.no more, the reit is vain,
** Pleasure ending foon in pain :

Anguish lightly gilded v'er,
" Clote thy with and leek no more."

Up higher on an elevated mount, a groupe of Scotch firs, with a fancy feat in the middle, gives one of the noblest protpects in the farm : this octangular whim supports a cup, or bowl, inscribed

66 To all friends round the W REK IN."

Wellington Wrekin, a huge mountain in Shropshire, appears touching an exceeding distant horison, and the Clent hills, Witchberry wood, and obelisk, over the tops of the trees in the vale, rear their majestic heads : Hales Owen in the midst of the surrounding hills, and the high hanging wood on the right, make from hence a noble appearance, and the whole of the farm is collected in great beauty,

this circle, where the glafs flowed with wit and social merriment; friendship without hypocrisy, and conversation uncontaminated by wretched ribaldry, and noily folly.

From hence, as the hill boldly rises, the prospect becomes more extended : here, on sbe loftieft eminence of the Farm, fiands in a small grove, a very handfome building, called

THE GOTHIC ALCOVE.

The fame views are collected here, as before, though with some difference ; Clent hills and the hanging wood arę entirely shut out by a few trees, particuJarly on the left, which run into the lawn : the objects are innumerable, and afford uncommon pleasure. The home profpect itself, is exceedingly entertaining; the serpentine river twining along the level of the verdant lawn, which expands itself in a gentle decliviry from the foot of this Brow, tufted with small groupes, or single trees, and other objects, make ic one of the most expreffive and lovely scenes imaginable. On the back of the seat are these lines in old black print,

O you that bathe in courtiye bliffe,
Or toyle in Fortunes giddy spheare;
Do not too rahiy deeme amisse,
Of hym chat bides contentid here.

Nor yet disdeign the ruffet stole,
Whiche oer each carlesse lymbe he flings;
Nor yet deryde the beechen bowle,
In whiche he quaffs the lympid springs.

Forgive him, if at eve or dawn,
Devoyde of worldly cark he stray:
Or all befyde fome flowerye lawn,
He waste his innofenfive day.

So may he pardonne fraud and stryf,
If such in publycke haunt he fee ;
For faults there beene in bulye lyfe,
From whiche these peacefull Glennes are free

The path now descends, under the fhade of some spreading oaks, to another D 2

feat, comprehending a noble and delicious prospect. The town and steeple of Hales Owen church, over the sweeping fields, again animate the gay diversity : the Clent hills once more shew their proud brows; the Witchberry wood, with its lofty obelisk, the Priory among the trees, and several large irregular sheets of Vater in the deep valley, throw such a chearfulness on the whole, that the eye is never tired in gazing on their charms.

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Descending still through a hatch, and paffing a common high road, the path bends under a hedge of tall alders to another feat, sheltered by the hanging boughs of a majestic beech, with these lines :