Than all the living forms could be,
Save her, who plac'd thee next my heart.

6.

She plac'd it, sad with needless fear,
Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
Unconscious that her image there,
Held every sense in fast controul.

7.

Through hours, through years, through time 'twill cheer,
My hope in gloomy moments raise;
In life's last conflict 't'will appear,
And meet my fond, expiring gaze.

* * * * *


ON THE DEATH OF MR. FOX, THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN
THE MORNING POST.


"Our Nation's foes, lament on _Fox's_ death,
"But bless the hour, when PITT resign'd his breath;
"These feelings wide, let Sense and Truth unclue,
"We give the palm, where Justice points its due."

_To which the Author of these Pieces, sent the subjoined Reply, for