The book-stall keeper got into the coach, and away they drove.
ELEGIAC STANZAS.
BY MRS. CORNWELL BARON WILSON.
Why mourn we for her, who in Spring's tender bloom,
And the sweet blush of womanhood, quitted life's sphere?
Why weep we for her? Thro' the gates of the tomb
She has pass'd to the regions undimm'd by a tear!
To the spirits' far land in the mansions above,
Unsullied, thus early her soul wing'd its flight;