*Think not fhe, whofe empty pride
Dares the fleecy garb deride,
"Think not fhe who, light and vain,
*Scorns the sheep, can love the fwain.

"Artléfs deed and fimple dress,
"Mark the chofen fhepherdefs;
"Thoughts by decency controul'd,
"Well conceiv'd, and freely told.

"Senfe that fhuns each conscious air,
"Wit that falls ere well aware;
« Generous pity prone to figh
"If her kid or lamkin die.

"Let not lucre, let not pride

Draw thee from fuch charms afide;. "Have not those their proper sphere? "Gentler paffions triumph here.

"See, to fweeten thy repose,

"The bloffom buds, the fountain flows; "Lo! to crown thy healthful board,

"All that milk and fruits afford.

<< Seek no more-the reft is vain; "Pleasure ending foon in pain:

Anguish lightly gilded o'er: "Close thy with, and feek no more."

AND now paffing through a wicket, the path winds up the back part of a circular green hill, discovering little of the country till you enter a a clump of ftately firs upon the fummit. Overarched by these firs is an octagonal (N° 18) feat, the back of which is fo contrived as to form a table or pedestal for a bowl or goblet thus infcribed

"To all friends round the Wrekin!"

This facetious infcription, being an old Shropshire health, is a commemoration of his country friends, from which this part of Shropshire is divided. Add to this, that the Wrekin, that large and venerable hill, appears full in front at the distance of about thirty miles.

THE fcene is a very fine one, divided by the firs into feveral compartiments, each answering to the octagonal feat in the center, to each of which is allotted a competent number of striking objects to make a complete picture. A long ferpentine stream washes the foot of this hill, and is loft behind trees at one end, and a bridge thrown over at the other. Over this the eye is carried from very romantic home fcenes to very beauti

ful

ful ones at a distance. It is impoffible to give an idea of that immenfe variety, that fine configu ration of parts, which engage our attention from this place. In one of the compartiments you have a fimple scene of a cottage, and a road winding behind a farm-house half covered with trees upon the top of fome wild floping ground; and in another a view of the town, appearing from hence as upon the fhelving banks of a large piece of water in the flat. Suffice it to fay, that the hill and vale, plain and woodland, villages and fingle houses, blue diftant mountains that skirt the horizon, and green hills romantically jumbled that form the intermediate ground, make this fpot more than commonly strikingnor is there to be seen an acre of level ground through the large extent to which the eye is carried.

HENCE the path winds on betwixt two small benches, each of which exhibits a pleafing landfkip, which cannot escape the eye of a connoiffeur.

HERE we wind through a (No 19) fmall thicket, and soon enter a cavity in the hill, filled with trees, in the center of which is a feat, from whence is difcovered, gleaming across the trees,

a confiderable length of the ferpentine ftream before-mentioned, running under a flight ruftic bridge to the right. Hence we afcend in a kind of Gothic (N° 20) alcove, looking down a flope, fided with large oaks and tall beeches, which together over-arch the fcene. On the back of this building is found the following

INSCRIP

INSCRIPTION.

You that bathe in courtlye blyffe,
Or toyle in fortune's giddy fpheare;

Do not too rafhlye deeme amyffe
Of him, that bydes contented here.

Nor yet difdeigne the ruffet ftoale,
Which o'er each carleffe lymbe he flyngs:
Nor yet deryde the beechen bowle,

In whyche he quaffs the lympid fprings.

Forgive him, if at eve or dawne,
Devoide of worldlye cark he ftray:
Or all befide fome flowerye lawne,
He waste his inoffenfive daye.

So may he pardonne fraud and ftrife,
If fuch in courtlye haunt he fee:

For faults there beene in bufye life,

From whiche thefe peaceful glennes are free.