For the New-York Weekly Magazine.
ON A LADY WHO DIED AT BRISTOL WELLS:
BY HER HUSBAND.
Who e’er like me, with trembling anguish brings,
His hearts whole treasure to fair Bristol’s springs;
Whoe’er like me, to soothe disease and pain,
Shall prove those salutary springs in vain:
Condemn’d like me, to hear the faint reply,
To view the trembling look, the aching eye;