And she read to Uncle Timothy his youthful fancy.
Let saving prudence temper joy,
Curtail of wit the social day;
Excitement's pleasures soon destroy,—
The spirit wears the frame away.
Thanks, gentle monitor! I greet
This friendly warning, well design'd;
For Stellas voice is ever sweet,
And Stellas words are ever kind!
I would not lose, to linger here,