Far from the din of folly, where distress,
With dim eye, never more should ask the aid
Not mine to grant. Here would my jaundic’d heart
Soon heal and harmonize: but I again,
Perforce, must sojourn in the haunts of men.
Loth from these lonely, lovely scenes to part,
Alone, in crowds, my solitary breast
Would fain, by apathy, be chill’d to rest.
NEW-YORK: Printed by JOHN TIEBOUT, No. 358, Pearl-Street, for THOMAS BURLING, Jun. & Co. Subscriptions for this Magazine (at 6s. per quarter) are taken in at the Printing-Office, and at the Book-Store of Mr. J. FELLOWS, Pine-Street.