MATERNAL FONDNESS. [From Dr. DARWIN's Botanic Garden.] "S% when the Mother, bending o'er his charms, Connubial Fair! whom no fond transport warms To lull your infant in maternal arms; Who, blefs'd in vain with tumid bofoms, hear To the fweet pouting lip, and glistening eye!- The Cherub, Innocence, with smile divine Shuts his white wings, and sleeps on Beauty's fhrine. WOMAN'S HARD FATE. By a Lady. How wretched is poor woman's fate! No happy change her fortune knows ; Subject to man in every state, How can fhe then be free from woes? In youth, a father's ftern command, If from this fatal bondage free, And not by marriage chains confin'd, If, bleft with fingle life, the fee A parent fond, a brother kind Yet love ufurps her tender breast, Oh cruel pow'rs, fince you've defigned, That I may thus your will obey, G THE SIGH. ENTLE air! thou breath of lovers! Which by thee itself difcovers E're yet daring to afpire. Softeft note of whifper'd anguifh! Stealing through a croud of spies, Yet, e'er to their coft they know thee, ANACREON. ODE 40-IMITATED. NCE a Bee, unfeen while fleeping, Orouch by Love, from rofe buds creeping, Stung the Boy, who blood efpying Then both feet and pinions ftraining "Oh! mamma, mamma, I'm dying, Me a little dragon spying, Which the ploughman-tribe, fo ftupid, "Ah! quoth Venus, smiling fhrewdly, |