To the blushing maiden, apprehensive and disquiet on her entrance into the busy scene of life; to the hapless innocent, for whose unpractised feet the latent snare is already spread; to the palpitating heart, which, without friendly counsel, may resig...
To the blushing maiden, apprehensive and disquiet on her entrance into the busy scene of life; to the hapless innocent, for whose unpractised feet the latent snare is already spread; to the palpitating heart, which, without friendly counsel, may resign its peace to folly, its happiness to deceit; a friend to virtue addresses the warning but encouraging voice; a voice which knows not to flatter, but undertakes to discover, with equal frankness, the gulph into which a faltering step may plunge the heedless wanderer, and the region of delight which the steady pace of caution and perseverance will infallibly attain.