Pitfirren , September — EVENING .

Begs of a Painter to do justice to the following Groupe : — The beautiful Maria Lady H — tt . with her two Infants , a Boy and a Girl . — One of them clinging round her Mother's neck at bed-time , near falls from her keeper's arms .

PRoud thus to wait , — each colour to prepare , But wants the art — to paint the blooming fair . Around her neck , in innocence she smiles , And fondly — hides herself in infant wiles . The maid obsequious — scarcely in her arms , Restrains the babe — her slender hold alarms . Choose then this groupe , dispos'd by softest shades And playful win them to their evening beds . But how the mind — the mother to express ? Who fondly folds her infant to her breast . A vain attempt — a figure far too fine — A Raphael's hand could scarcely trace each line . Steal fancy lightly — scarce the curtain by , Nor breathe while sleep — the babes in slumber lie ; To the first cause let innocence my mind . How moves the babe ? — who forms the human kind . They wake — the light — how joyfully he gues , While fancy hovers as the two she views ,