New-York, Sept. 8, 1796.
EPIGRAM.
“O, that a glove I to that hand were prest,
“On which reclin’d, that lovely cheek might rest!”
’Twas thus the youth his amorous wish preferr’d,
A glove—so cold a suit could ne’er be heard;
Ah, surely bosom friends were then unknown,
That teach the breast a mutual warmth to own.