When first she raised her simplest lays
In Cupid's never-ceasing praise,
The God a faithful promise gave—
That never should she feel Love's stings,
Never to burning passion be a slave,
But feel the purer joy thy friendship brings.
* Parnassus!"
If you think this fruit of a research into a now almost forgotten work, which however contains many matters of interest (among the rest, "The Baviad of Gifford"), worth insertion, please put it among "N. & Q.;" it may incite others to look more closely, and perhaps trace other "disjecta membra poetæ."
A. B. R.
Belmont.