(seq. 13)

On the Death of Mr Daniel Treadwell of Portsmouth
who was Professor of the Mathematicks at New York, a
young Gentleman whose many useful Accomplishments ren-
der'd his Loss universally lamented - taken from the Ports-
mouthNew-Hampshire Gazette May 9. 1760-

Written by a Young Lady - Mrs Br - t
The Spring returns, Nature in Bloom appears,
And Sol's refulgent Beams the Prospect chears,
The feather'd Choir their artless Joy express,
While all Creation Nature's God Confess;
Each Tree each Plant in blooming Youth revives,
And with their Verdure charm tho ravish'd Eyes.
But thou o Strephon must no more survey,
The radiant Glories of the rising Day;
Clos'd are those Eyes that these gay Prospects charm'd,
Cold is that Heart which every Virtue warm'd,
You once with Joy those sprightly scenes beheld
Which the Creator's mighty Power reveal'd;
Those curious Objects now unnotic'd die
Which then so charm'd your Philosophick Eye;
To Earth's cold Bosom now must be confin'd,
That Frame which once contain'd the noblest mind.
Oh! cruel Death how rigid is thy sway!
When youth and Merit must thy call obey;
But why should I of conquering Death complain,
Which kindly free'd thee from a mortal Frame
Then let me not on sad Reflections dwell
When glorious Views may gloomy Thoughts dispel.