Than blushing rose or jessamine,
Dearer to me in friendship's name.
&c.
Softly, my lyre, that trembling string,
Friendship so new, a fleeting thing!
&c.
No, strike! nor tremble, tremble so,
Friendship and virtue thou art one.
Friendship and virtue, &c.
The lamentable fate of the hapless Mary has been made the subject of a series of fragments, from which it would be unpardonable not to give a specimen. Can there be any thing more affecting than the following?