A happy Temper and a Soul sincere, A lively Spirit and a Conscience clear, A Taste that seem’d instinctively to fly The base and mean, were found in Emely. Hers was a Beauty every Eye approv’d, Hers the meek sweetness that all tempers mov’d. The Grave esteem’d her, and the gay and light 870 Affected Prudence in the Virgin’s sight. Thus Good and happy, of her Friends the pride, No Wishes hidden and no Wants denied, She liv’d serenely, honour’d and belov’d, Meek tho’ indulged, and modest tho’ approv’d, The Sick, the Poor, the suffering and oppress’d Could all the Grandsire’s liberal Soul attest; While the more griev’d, disturb[‘d] and doubtful sought The Widow’s Aid, a Mind with Wisdom fraught, And from the Sister-Spirit found relief 880 In all the various pangs of mental Grief. All this the Virgin saw, and she became Kind as the father, prudent as the dame; Pleas’d with the Life she liv’d, the Joy she felt, The Love she shar’d, and the Delight she dealt. Such were the three by liberal fortune plac’d Mid all the Good of Life they wish’d to taste; And, guarded well by Griefs correcting touch, They tasted not too often or too much. His Guardian lost, young Julian and his friend 890 Their rural Sports for graver tasks forsook, Pleas’d the same Years in the same place to spend, In the same Seat the Students of one book. Their tastes alike, like Pleasures they partook; For some Events had Julian’s studies stay’d And of his younger friend an Equal made. There was no bitter Rivalship at heart, No Emulation that like Envy burns; But what they gain’d they hasten’d to impart, The Pupil and the Teacher each in turns; 900 And each a Wish for selfish Pleasure spurns. A bond so strong the youthful friendship tied That all but Death to break it they defied. When ceas’d the gentle bondage of the Schools, To the same College the Companions went; Theirs was no Friendship that Experience cools; But still together was the Season spent; Whether on Study or on Sports intent, Each on the other happy to attend, He found an Home where’er he found his friend. 910 Cecil was happy in a taste refin’d, Julian in points abstruse his knowledge sought; Cecil to classic beauty most inclin’d, The Mind of Julian was with Science fraught; But each so much from his Companion caught That none could here a want of taste detect, Nor there of points abstruse appear’d Neglect. [SUSAN AND HER LOVERS.]