an epitaph or memento of Mrs. Day's death, and not from want of poetic inspiration, or zealous affection; I considered an epitaph on her, would be only an enumeration of similar virtuous qualities with those of her deceased Husband, and therefore, though her death was as heartfelt, irreparable a loss to her friends as her Husband's to his, I did not give way to the impulse of grief by writing one, supposing what I had said of Mr. Day's mind and disposition in my epitaph upon him, would apply as much to his surviving wife, as to himself, touching all those excellent and great mental qualifications, which may be alike possessed by either sex. I have therefore always considered my verses on Mr. Day's death, in some measure as applicable to both.

The pleasing simplicity which prevails through Mrs. Day's poetry, whatever its poetical merits may be, is an exact and faithful representation of the genuine goodness of her heart, and the unaffected simplicity of her manners, as all who had the pleasure of knowing her will acknowledge; which characteristic occasioned her an unusual number of sincere female friends, ardent in their friendship to her, as the sun at noon-day. Her piety

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piety too, which forms so distinguishing a feature in almost all her juvenile productions, appears as ardent as their friendship:

That her friendship kept pace with that of her friends, and throbbed with as strong and quick pulses, I am thoroughly convinced of from my own experience.

Characters of some of Mrs. Day's most intimate Friends, written when she was

A PURE exalted Soul, that's richly fraught
With native sense, and dignity of thought:
Tun'd to those finer feelings of the breast,
By numbers feign'd, but ah! by few possest.
Her's, tender softness mix'd with gen'rous fire,"
And all that heartfelt goodness can inspire.
Her friendship strong, and ardent as her soul,
Fix'd as magnetic needle to the Pole;
Whilst scorning all the varying forms of art,
Truth is the sacred inmate of her heart.
Thus would my pen that mental image trace,
Which nothing e'er can from my mind efface.

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MISS P. W..

IN her the head and heart their treasures blend,
With sense to charm, and worth to fix the friend,
Enlighten'd knowledge, deep reflexion join'd
To polish'd taste, and elegance of mind.

Her virtues flow, pure from their parent source,
Religion's vital, animating force;

And all her passions Reason's voice obey,
The willing captives of such gentle sway.
Tho' oft unable to relieve distress,

She feels the warm expanded wish to bless,
That sacred wish ascends the realms above,
A grateful off'ring to the God of Love.

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CHARACTER OF

MRS. M.

HER breast is Virtue's mansion, where we find
Each bright intrinsic jewel of the mind.

There humble wisdom, piety reside,

Sweet artless goodness, unalloy'd with pride,
Indulgent candour, which delights to praise,
To veil a weakness, and a virtue raise,
A patient mildness, from resentment free,
Quick to forgive offence, and slow to see.
A Christian temper, studious to compose
The jarring passions of mistaken foes;
Blest by the lips of him whose soul was love,
And all the gentle meekness of the dove;

This groupe of moral graces, to complete,

Her heart is love's, maternal friendship's scat,

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