economy's rules he brings to his view,
Determines in future her plans to pursue;
The downfal of life, oft the delicate kill,
By a strong dose of adversity's pill;
Neglected in prison, yields up his life,
And leaves in despair his children and wife;
Oblig'd to return to her father's once more,
Endeavours again her peace to restore;
Grief so harress'd once a heart blith and gay,
Death soon appear'd and took her quick away.

LIFE.

When e'er you walk the hill or street,
A flaunting dressing thing you'll meet;
Her wanton air would fain beguile,
A thoughtless youth to stray awhile:
Her conversation gross he'll find,
Chaste modesty she leaves behind;
That Goddess seldom now appear,
Where people walk to take the air.
She daily must in Laces dress,
Altho' her parents in distress:
She'll get them any way she can,
To marry some unthinking man.
When he the flaunter do obtain,
On pleasure's wings she fix her brain;
His shirts or stockings she can't mend,
But must them to a neighbour send;
And tells her husband, he must stray
With her to see a merry play.
He must comply, or else he'll find
She teazes much his gloomy mind;
Often she does the man reproach,
Because he cannot keep a Coach:
Tells him she cannot rest at home,
And do with finer people roam;
The husband now alarm'd appears,
Too just his reason for his fears:
Truth silence now his sad alarms,
She's fled into another's arms.
Parents oft cause a girl's distress,
By letting her devote to dress;
Time which they should frequent spend,
At house-work, or their clothes to mend:
A watch must now adorn the side,
To fill their minds with erring pride;
Tells her that every fop admire,
And soon she'll gain a Country squire;
Again I say a boarding school,
Too often makes sweet Miss a fool;
Put such strange notions in her brain,
As she cannot good sense retain:
When Miss is taken from the school,
She wants in every thing to rule;
There she perhaps may learn to dance,
Alike the paltry things from France:
This plain truth I dare to tell,
But few from them correctly spell;
Too often write so bad a hand,
That scarce one line you understand;
Their education often makes,
Them only fit for lords or rakes.
To Miss and schools I bid adieu,
And will another tale pursue.
Many a tra