My loved friend, where there is taste, judgment, and a heart, there will be always objects to employ them. You can, therefore, never find a sterile spot on any part of the earth; and in thefe Provinces, had you made the tour in them, as often as I have, and topped as long in each, you would ftill fay as Titus, does to Berenice in the French play M T Depuis deux ans entiers chaque jour je la vois, And this reminds me of the verfes, which were to form the bandeau of my firft fheaf, (or volume); and which you may imagine, I have forgot. Ah no! I fhall never forget them, while I am alive to the memory of fenfations of gratitude, elegance, or focial pleafure; for amidft fuch were they written, in the bofom of a numerous family, from each of whom I found comfort in affliction, attendance in fickness, and felicitations on recovery, that made me almost congratulate myself, that I had been both unwell and unhappy. this I will one day "A round unvarnish'd take deliver." Of all 6 Meanwhile Meanwhile accept the poetical bouquet, an offering of justice to the talents of one of the family party. NATURE to Mrs. *** ON CUTTING BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS AND FRUITS OUT OF CARROTS AND TURNIPS. MADAM, THE God who made the world, and saw it fair, Gave it in truft to my peculiar care; Prefented, with it, a conferving power O'er ev'ry living herb, tree, fruit, and flow's. This law divine all human things confefs'd, But But, left you should imagine the Mufe is here facrificing to Gratitude only, I must enter a caveat by observing to you in honeft, plain prose, that the imitations of Nature here alluded to are really fo beautiful, that if Nature herfelf did not miffake them for her own, fhe need not be ashamed to own them. with fhame I burn! year. Madam, beware-ah! dread Prometheus' fate! THE ANSWER. MRS. H*********, to NATURE. DEAR MADAM, WHY this harsh complaint of me? Two of a trade, 'tis plain, can ne'er agree. But if between us rights were fairly fettled, About these flow'rs, 'tis I, Ma'am, fhould be nettled. From Spring's first bud to Autumn's latest flow'r, Affection kindles, warms th' enthusiast heart, Dear Dear NATURE, "thou 'rt my Goddess!" yet 'tis hard Thou wilt not grant thy vo'try her reward. A FRIEND, To NATURE and MRS.. DEAR LADIES, CEASE your fquabbling; I advise You fettle this affair by compromise. Out of the four, you NATURE, have three seasons, Work Work then like fifters, lovingly together, You take the smiling, fhe the frowning weather; You'll make between you-Summer all the year i SUPPLEMENTARY LETTERS. LETTER I. TO THE SAME. ON a furvey of my ftores, however, under the article " Scraps, or Single Wheat Ears, and Field Flowers, collected in Holland, and arranged at the Brielle," the place whence I culled the fragrant Bandeau, which binds the Gleaning I laft fent you, I judge it best to attach them to this my firft fheaf. You will, therefore, receive them herewith, in fome Supplementary Letters, just as you may have obferved an induftrious day-labourer in Bb VOL. I. the |