Small beauty to your Book my lines can lend, Yet you shall have the best I can, sweet friend, To serve for poor memorials 'gainst the day That calls you from your Parent-roof away, From the mild offices of Filial life To the more serious duties of a Wife. The World is opening to you—may you rest With all your prospects realised, and blest!— I, with the Elder Couple left behind, On evenings chatting, oft shall call to mind Those spirits of Youth, which Age so ill can miss, And, wanting you, half grudge your S—n's bliss; Till mirthful malice tempts us to exclaim 'Gainst the dear Thief, who robb'd you of your Name.

ENFIELD CHASE, 17_th May_, 1828.

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