An Acrostic To A Young Gentleman, Who Ask'd Me The Day Before, Why I Was Not Married Yet.— May 4, 18

T he man whom I could thus approve,
H ath not to me his love avow'd,
O f manners free and debonair,
M ight with a prince himself compare;
A sprightly youth, and free from spleen,
S ocial, good natur'd, and serene,
C andidate for the wreath of fame,
A much respected honour'd name.
Let every blessing crown his head,
L et every day diffusive spread,
A ll joys unknown before,—
N ow when with such a mate I'm blest,
A nd former griefs are lulled to rest,
N ew pleasures are in store.