often tempted to forego this gratification by reflecting on the inutility of accomplishments to her, who, like the desert rose, seemed born to waste her sweetness in obscurity. The task, however, was too delightful to be relinquished; and he at last rejoiced that he had persevered in it; for, as he carefully guarded her against all refinements which could render her dissatisfied with her humble station, he found that the expansion of her mind, by opening new sources of amusement, increased her happiness: he cultivated to the highest perfection that taste which the
Source divine of ever-flowing love,
And his unmeasur'd goodness, not content
With every food of life to nourish man,
Implants within his heart to make,
By kind illusions of the wand'ring sense,
all
beauty to his eye,
And music to his ear;with which
well pleased he scans
The goodly prospect, and with inward smiles,
Treads the gay verdure of the painted plains,
