HOPE.

P. 142. L. 9.

That held in her right-hand a budding spray.

"The Ancients represented Hope with a bud, just openSee SPENCE'S Polymetis.

ing, in her hand.”

IB. L. 17.

That crisps its shining marge, shall solace thee.

"I in these flow'ry meads would be,
These crystal streams should solace me."

ISAAC WALTON'S

Song in the Complete Fisherman. *

P. 143. L. 9.

But birds, in new leaves shrouded, sung aloft.

"Foliis adoperta novellis."

MILTON'S Eleg.

P. 145. Le 17.

The hoary time, that resteth night nor day.

"The time, that passeth night and day,
And restlesse travaileth aye,

And steleth from us so prively,
That to us seemeth sykerly

That it in one point dwelleth ever,

And certes it ne resteth never."

See CHAUCER'S Romance of the Rose.

IB. L. 20.

And sport beneath the light of these unclouded skies.

The reader will recollect Mrs. SMITH's affecting and most beautiful Sonnet.

"Sighing I see yon little troop at play;
By sorrow yet untouch'd; unhurt by care;
While free and sportive they enjoy to-day,

• Content and careless of to-morrow's fare!'
Oh happy age! when Hope's unclouded ray
Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth,
Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay
To wound the wretched pilgrims of the earth,
Making them rue the hour that gave them birth,
And threw them on a world so full of pain,
Where prosperous folly treads on patient worth,
And to deaf pride misfortune pleads in vain!
Ah! for their future fate how many fears

Oppress my heart-and fill mine eyes with tears!"

P. 148. L. 3.

For haply thou dost feed some rankling wound.

"HERMIA, for aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth,
But either it was different in blood;

Or else misgraffed in respect of years;

Or else it stood upon the choice of friends;
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it."

Midsummer Night's Dream.

IB. L. 18.

But Hope her animating voice apply'd.

66 Dejected Pity at his side

Her soul-subduing voice apply'd."

COLLINS.

P. 150. L. 3.

By the sword of Sesac bold.

"Sesac, Bacchus, or Sesostris, (according to Sir ISAAC NEWTON) One and the same king of Egypt, who conquered westward as far as the pillars of Hercules, and

eastward to the Ganges. He set up two pillars in India, on the mountains, near the mouth of the Ganges."

P. 154. L. II.

Then said I, Master, pleasant is this place.

"Ed Io, Mæstro," &c.

DANTE, Inferno.

P. 156. L. 9.

Nor leaves him, 'till in mansions of the blest.

"Nor leave us 'till we die."

TOTHE

Cruttwell, Printer, Bath.

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