But to arouse the sleeping hive,
And send the raging Passions forth, 30
In bold, vindictive, angry flight,
To sting wherever they alight?
[THE NEW SAMARITAN.]
A weary Traveller walk’d his way,
With grief and want and pain opprest.
His looks were sad, his locks were grey;
He sought for food, he sigh’d for rest.
A wealthy grazier pass’d—“Attend,”