AN ALLEGORY. In martial sports I had my cunning tried, In Mars's livery, prancing in the press, "What now, Sir Fool?" said he, "I would no less; HAPPY THAMES. O HAPPY Thames, that didst my Stella bear, Upon thy cheerful face, joy's livery wear, While those fair planets on thy streams did shine; The boat for joy could not to dance forbear; While wanton winds, with beauties so divine Ravish'd, stayed not till in her golden hair Raleigh. THE COUNTRY'S RECREATIONS. HEART-TEARING cares and quivering fears, Fly, fly to courts, Fly to fond worldling's sports; Where strained sardonic smiles are glozing still, And Grief is forced to laugh against her will; Where mirth's but mummery, And sorrows only real be. Fly from our country pastimes, fly; Sad troop of human misery! Come, serene looks, Clear as the crystal brooks, Or the pure azured heaven that smiles to see Peace and a secure mind, Which all men seek, we only find. Abused mortals, did you know Where joy, heart's ease, and comforts grow, You'd scorn proud towers, And seek them in these bowers; Where winds perhaps our woods may sometimes shake, But blustering care could never tempest make; Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us, Saving of fountains that glide by us. Blest silent groves! may ye be * For ever mirth's best nursery! May pure contents For ever pitch their tents Upon these downs, these meads, these rocks, these mountains, And peace still slumber by these purling fountains, Which we may every year Find when we come a-fishing here! ant glades of Bedfordshire in the ch and not far from the pretty intere apthill there stands a fine il m uated in the basin formed by the pe hills, that vary that ferfilet de s of the summer com when shaken by t is a curious and antique fire, fill d oking little recesses, and oldind turnings, and with wining this and passages, such as might serve in the lady to half-a-dozen haunted chambers Outil of red brick, wan into the must pi larity by the hand of Time. Heary clamps of work rise against its gables; the oddest and |