AMBROSE PHILLIPS.

’Tis but a half-hour’s walk the Mill-Dam o’er, Past Punch Bowl Inn, where, by the turnpike’s side, The shaded pathway winding to the door, The mansion rises in ancestral pride:— Its shaven lawn, and blossoming orchard hoar, And trellised vines, and hedges trim and neat, Show plenty and refinement here abide,— The generous gentleman’s fair country-seat. Now, whilst the full moon glances soft and bright O’er Mall and Mill-Dam and suburban street, Turn hitherward thine unaccustomed feet, At afternoon, or evening, or late night; A change of scene oft rare attraction lends To new acquaintance, as to older friends.