inity, History, Physick, Controversy, as well as Poetry was her attentive hearing most that I read upon those Heads throa the long evenings of the Winters as we sat together.
From a number of poems written after her marriage I select this one, headed An Invitation into the Country, in Imitation of Horace, not so much for its literary merit as that it shows more sprightliness of treatment than the other elaborated and stilted productions, and also gives us a contrast between the Medford of 1730 and that of today.
From the soft Shades and from the balmy Sweets Of Medford's flow'ry Vales, and green Retreats, Your absent Delia to her Father sends, And prays to see him 'ere the Summer ends. Now while the Earth's with beautious Verdure dy'd, And Flora paints the Meads in all her Pride; While leaden trees Pomonia's Bounty own, And Ceres' Treasures do the Fields adorn, From the thick Smokes, and noisy Town, O come, And in these Plains awhile forget your Home. Thoa my small incomes never