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PART SECOND.

Kind reader I once again we meet
Each other, once more fondly greet.
It is not now at gentle even,
While stars bedeck the vault of heaven,—
No, Sol's bright rays have reached the sky,
And morn's first smile just greets the eye;
A winding horn is loudly heard,
Resounding through a neighboring wood.

And now, perhaps, my readers ween
I would describe a hunting scene!
Not mine, to tell of idle sport,
Or chaste Diana's votaries court,—
In solemn truths I hope to deal,
With prayer that I each truth may feel—
Oh, may each word that I impart
Shed hallowed radiance round the heart!

Now, gentle reader, bend thine ear,
For angels keep their vigils here;