Ellen, who had made several little attempts in verse since she had seen those of Miss Cecil, now soothed her sorrow for the loss of the sweet Juliet by a few stanzas, which, when she thought her able to bear them, she gave to Laura, who was gratified by this little tribute to her loved, lamented sister's memory. ELEGIAC STANZAS. How mourns the heart, when early fades away The opening promise of a riper bloom; When youth and beauty, innocently gay, Sink in the silent ruin of the tomb! Oh, thou pure spirit! which in life's fair dawn, Arose superior to that childish frame, (Fair tho' it was) from which thou art withdrawn, To that bright Heaven from whence thy beauty came. Sweet Juliet! happily releas'd from care, Which future years perhaps had bade the prove; A heart so tender, and a form so fair, Ill with the perils of the world had strove! Thy heart expanding at affection's voice, How had it borne in native kindness warm, To check the rapid fire of youthful choice, And dread deceit beneath the loveliest form! To thee were graces so benignly given, A soul so tender, and a wit so rare; A love of harmony, as if kind Heaven Had bade thee for an early bliss prepare. Long shall the heart which lov'd thy dawning grace, The pensive mem'ry of each charm retain; Thy winning manners studiously retrace, And dwell anew on each harmonious strain. Nor shall that heart to present scenes confine Its views and wishes; but with worthier care, Seek to preserve an innocence like thine, And humbly hope thy happiness to share. CHAP. IV. To such how fair appears each grain of sand, Or humblest weed as wrought by nature's hand! A shell, or stone, he can with pleasure view.-- ----See with what art each curious shell is made: Here carved in fret-work, there with pearl inlaid! What vivid th' enamel'd stones adorn, Fair as the paintings of the purple morn! S. JENYNS.