THE KMI'IHIC,

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Oh, bounteous Nature! friend of human kind!

Who every heartfelt joy of life dispenses,To their best interests were not mortals blind,

Or would but rightly use their boasted senses,They'd gratefully obey thy wise commands,Nor trust their lives in sordid Emp'rics' hands.

Hygeia, hail! I'll drink at thy pure spring,Where Temperance and Exercise preside ;

And, while life's dearest boon thy handmaids bring,Though from the wine-press flow the purple tide,

The tempting goblet from my lips I'll fling,Scorning the gifts by luxury supplied.

Hail! then, Hygeia, hail! " thee, goddess, 1 adore,"

For, blest with health, I'm rich,—though scanty bemy store!

S. M.