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The gloom of night, that conjures up to view And when he sinks, replete with purple granOf coward man an host of guilcy fears,
deur, To me more grateful far than gairish Sol,
And paints the golden scenery of the west, When his broad eye Spring's budding Pour from thy pipe a soft mellifluous carol, scenery cheers.
And add new transport to mine evening walk. I sought a neighb'ring grove, where downy Go, jetty bird, and with thy faithful mate sleep
Seek some fit spot, and rear a clay-built home; Buried in sweet oblivion all my cares; And with parental fond solicitude Waking, 1 shunn'd the savage haunt of men, Protect and feed, and teach your young to And since have liy'd on leverets and hares.
And when the devastative blast of death Yet still my heart some social feelings own: Shall sweep you to oblivion's disky cave, Yes, still
, (perhaps to my own interest Then shall your progeny (while future blind)
springs I wish to mingle in domestic scenes,
Clothe nature's vegetable sons in green) And pay my suit and service' to mane Cheerwith their matins Burton's 'rural
JOHN WEBB. O could I find some man of generous mind, With him fair freedom's blessings I'd
Haverbill, April 25, 1867. forego; By day atrend him with unwearied feet, And nightly guard him from the plundering foe.
STANZAS Pity the sorrows of a harmless brute;
To a poor sufferer's plaintive tale attend; On the cutting down of a favourite Elm. Invite me to your roof, and cheaply gain THE Elm is laid prostrate, beneath whose A faithful servant, and a constant friend.
broad shade, Hoverbill, April 20, 1807.
In childhood's bliche day, I have gambollid and
And plunder'd a redbreast that built her nes ADDRESS TO A BLACKBIRD;
there. On rescuing it from an idle Boy, and giving it The Elm is laid prostrate, whose favourite Liberty.
Long shelter'd my cot from the winter's rude FLY, jetty warbler, to thy favourite haupts,
storm; And, perend on lemon-rippin's topmost From the fervours of Phabus it prov'd a kind.
twig, Chaunt the glad hymn to freedom and to When summer's bright splendors illumin'd
my scene. 'Till Echo, starting from her mossy cell, Catch the soft sounds, and waft them down No more shall the wryneck, those branches the vale.
In April's glad era attune his plain song; To me thy welfare and thy song is dear; Nor the blackbird, secure in the shady reI rescu'd thee from slavery and death, And with a pleasure tyrants never feel Shall cheer Burton-Vale with his carols so Bade thee to taste the bliss of liberty, And fit as fancy wills thro' wilds of air.
No more on its boughs the gay thrushes shall Go, jetty minstrel, seek thy favourite haunts, sing, And, tell the feather'd partner of thy choice, Nor goldfinches hail the commencement of In language only known to plumy lovers,
spring : The reason of thy absence, thy confinement Depriy'd of their perches, the musical choir, In wicker prison, of thy liberation,
Replete with regret, to the thickets retire. By hand humane; and for my kind attention Chaunt thy deliverer many a thankful song, The solemn-fac'd owl, who in midnight's still And leave ingratitude to tharkless man.
Embower'd in its leaves, did to Cynthia comWhen radiant morn, array'd in saffron vese plain, ture,
Expelld from his haunt, to yon steeple must Awaits the entrance of imperial Sol
fly, Bedeck'd with rogal splendors, tune thy lay, And hoot his drear song to the ghosts that To hail him welcome to my rural scene :
Tho' the grave bird of night, and the gay birds Pity the sorrow's of a poor oldene, of day,
And give me shelter from the piercing cold To scenes more congenial are hast’ning Within those walls where happily I've sat; away;
Oh! I shall die! then you my fate unfold-. Yet still the lov'd muse with her lyre shall
attend, And prove thro' life's course my companion and friend.
JEMIMA. Her presence shall cheer me tho' Fortune depart,
WHO dwells in yonder little cot, Tho' sickness should taint the pure stream of And envies not the rich one's lot; my heart;
Who ne'er will be by me forgot? In death's sabie period she'll ne'er me dis
Jemimi, own, But mount with my spirit to regions un
The loveliest of the village throng known.
At eve's approach she is among,
JOHN WEBE. And warbles sweet her duicet song,
Aud often she has smil'd on me,
Jemims. By S. Y.
Who me once with a sinile receivid, PITY the sorrows of a poor old cat,
And plighted vows which I believ'd, Whose feeble limbs scarce keep her on the And then, alas! my truth deceiv'd ? ground;,
Jemima. Whose aged eyes can scarcely see a rat; Oh! I am lame and wretchediy unsound.
Who, when my heart was sunk in grief,
And I approach'd to claim relief, My skin was once the sleekest of the kind, Shunn'd me, as if I were a thief? And dappled o'er with many a handsome spot;
Jemima In peace I liv'd, nor did expect to find My useful deeds by ev'ry one forgot.
Yet still I love you, cruel maid,
And must 'till in the earth I'm laid,
Jemima. Whene'er'I rambled in the little yard,
S. V. Or climbid amidst the circiing woodbine
By the Banks of the Lee,
May 8, 1507.
TO THE EDITOR.
Dear Sir, When ev'ning came, upon the watch "as I,
Will you have the kindness to insert the In ev'ry corner 'bout the spacious house: following in your respected repository, the I ween I was for all the rats too sly,
Lady's Magazine.-The attention will oblige And rare it was that any saw a mouse.
S. Y. A kitten once, the pleasure of my days, 'Til it grew up-On! shall I tell the tale?--
ACROSTIC. To thieving took, and wicked were her ways: SINCE I’m consigo'dtogire my friend a prize, At length some school-boys did her life assail.
Prepare the way, ye sylphs in Cupid's care;
And with the bliss that in your power lies, They tore her from me on one summer's
Reign in their hearts, and bless the happy
TO MISS TY. WELCOME is the month of May,
1. And echo sbouts it o'er the lawn: To the church we'll haste away,
NO nymph that e'er tripp'd o'er the plaine Soon as twilight spreads the morn.
Could her charms with Maria's compare; O then the fair will I present to you,
Oh! how justly the shepherds and swains Not worthier is there 'mongst the worthy
Have esteem'd her the queen of the fair! fecit
Tho' cheer'd by the dew-drop of morn,
No lily that smild in the shade
At her smile, which the graces attend,
The sad scenes of anxiety fly, is Gass, wbo bas set up an Inn at South
And the wretched are sure of a friend, port, Norb Mesles, near Ormskirk; a re
If they catch but the glance of her eye. anerkable fine Batbing-place.
The nymphs of the valley and grove
My heart once delighted survey'd; LET Weymouth boast its nymphs of royal But what taught it the raptures of love, blood,
Were the charms of my beautiful maid.
Me thy heart and affection to share!
I would boast of the prize I had gaind, Ask not at Meoles such wond'rous things to As I moisten'd thy cheek with a tear. see,
Thy pleasure should ever be mine,
For the sake of my beautiful maid.
On! how happy, thrice happy, my lot, Nor guilty brothels, the abodes of vice;
Could Maria my wishes approve; Yet simple sports we have, in these our gain,
My repinings would all be forgot
As I kne't at the altar of love.
Each morning by happiness blest
Should my fond adoration be paid, Fast Hoss the tide, he cries, and ev'ry wind is
And the ev'ning would lull me to rest still.
In the arms of my beautiful maid. They haste on board, but oft á pearly tear
y. Steals doen some lovely cheek, appalld with fear;
So, my heart, which the virtues have taught Embolden'd once the vast abyss to try,
All the storms of misfortune to brave, They pluck new courage from their victory,
When fate shail ordain it my lot, Propose another voyage, and fix their plan Unrepining will sink in the grave: To visit Blackpool, or the Isle of Man.
For in yonder bright regions of peace, Otiders will cross dark Ribble's turbid wave
Where rewards due to virtue are giv'n, To taste of Crookel's best, then back to
These eyes, when all sorrows shall cease, bathe.
Will review their lov'd Mary in heav'n.
SALISBURIENSIS. Dame Fiora likewise decks, with flowrets
,' And many 24, unknown plant, our gay para
SONG. Whilst Neptune's Naiads strew their fav’rite shells
"CATHLIEN, NOLAN' Upon these shores; to please young beaus and From 2. Translation of the ancient Irisb*. belles.
1. wealth. Good are his wines, his beds both neat and WHEN o'er the craggy mountain's sides mim:
The dewy cloud of evcuing glides, He'll sy to please you, ladies, pray please
Videó Wild Irish Gid'--Vol. II. p. 12.
And sparkles in the sun's last beam's;
'Tis not that now the daisied field, Whilst tripping o'er its summit, seems
The lark's shrill carol, or the cuckoo's note, Lovely as this, my Cathlien Nolan. To Nature's votary can yield Her forehead to the dazzled sight
A greater bliss than when, in ice-hung cost, Shines as the native pearl; as bright
Stern Winter spread his gloom around, Her spiral locks as buruish'd gold:
Hail'd by the night-bird's shriek, and tele Would to her charms my breast were cold,
pest's dreary sound.
'Tis not for this I hail thee, Spring!
Then haste thee, borne on Zephyr's wing, When, as the bounding doe, she trips
In vest of violet's hue! The green-wond o'er, with airy steps,
And when with her I fondly stray, Brushing away the glistening dew,
Strew with thy sweetest flow'rs our way! O then how lovely to my view Seems my dear maid, my Cathlien Nolan!
Oft then, amid yon distant glade, Loose o'er her arm her mantle flies,
Beneath the spreading hawthor's shade,
I'll clasp her panting in my arms;
And, free from envy's jaundic'd eye,
Or prying curiosity,
Hang with fond rapture o'er her glowing
For these I hail thee with my early song,
. And welcome thee, and wish thee long! Written on Sunday the 7th of December, 1606.'
STANZAS By W. M.T.HOW. sweet the morning! scarce a passing Written at EVERTON* on Sunday Morning.
cloud Shadows heav'n's blue expanse, serenely
By W. M. T. bright!
O COULD I for life, freed from every care, Nature seems lovely e'en 'midst winter's As pensive, as blest, as serene, blight.
Nor feeling one lingering wish to be there, The 'hedge-row birds, with merry pipe and Thus gaze on the world's joyless scene!
loud, Hail the faint sun.-Retiring from the crowd, "Tis the morning of rest, scarce a murmur is The dull and vain, 1 gaze with calm de
Before the soft current of air; And joy deep-felt, upon the beauteous "Tis so still that an angel might whisper from sight
heaven, Which glows around and feel it, as I should. To soothe the cold breast of despair. o lovely morn! shining 'midst winter's gloom,
And happy is he who thus raptur'd can gaze An earnest of the spring's reviving ray! On nature's bright prospects; and view Thou seem'st to me like pleasure's sbort
With pity the bosom where guilt ever preys, liv'd day,
Or the cheek mark'd by sorrow's pale hue. Bright'ning amid misfortune, to illume The child of sorrow on his weary way,
For oh! 'tis not theirs, when retir'd from
maukind, And bid him hope that better days will
This calmness of soul to atcain ;
In solitudet keenest's the pain.
And not as now happy I long can remain,
"Tis a bliss too extatic to last;
And scou, mingling again with the dull and the By W. M. T.
vain, "TIS not that winter's mists recede
I'll forget the sweet moments I've pass'd! From green-clad hill and flow'ry read,
* An eminence overlooking the town of
L -. • This is literally translated: in the lan- “ O seek not, Lesbia, the sequester'd dale, guage of prose it is fire-wood.
Or bear thou to its shades a tranquil heart."
The line of Tintin rill
St. Petersburgh, March 6. four of our merchantment, which came IN the room of the guards and the from the Levant, and sent them to Catother troops sent to Poiand, in sledges, taro. we have only the country miliria for a Finckenstein, April 9., A corps of 400 garrison. A number of light troops Prussians, who embarked at Konigs. from Asia are passing through this berg, and landed on the peninsula opcity. Our preparations continue; all posite Pillau, advanced towards the vil. the troops that fought at Eylau are to lage of Carlsberg. M. Manguernaud, have a largess. Medical men have been aide-de-camp of marshal Lefebvre, sent to the army, where the number of marched towards that place with a few. wounded is very great. A great many men. He manæuvred so dexterously cannon are also gone from our arsenal. that he took the 400 Prussians, among
Though general Bennigsen was some whom were 120 cavalry. days since threatened with the loss of Several Russian regimen's have enhis command, and the emperor's favour, tered Dantzic by sea. The polish lehe still coptrives to retain it. He has gion of the north, and their commander, not only what is called the Livonian prince Michael Radzivil, have greatly party against bim, supported by Bux. distinguished themselves. They took howden, his sworn enemy, but likewise about 40 Russian prisoners. The siege the majority of the Russian generals, is carried on with activity. The bata and many natives, who are displeased tering train begins to arrive. at seelog the greatest army the Ruse There is nothing new at the different sians ever had on foot under the com- posts of the army. mand of a foreigner. General Ben The emperor-is returned from the nigsen's first adjutant, who is more the excursion which he made to Mariencommander than himself, is a native of werder, and the tête de pont on the VisAlsace. The party against Bennigsen tula. He reviewed the i2th regiment is also supported by several of the mi• of light infantry, and the orderly gons nisters. They wished to persuade the d'armes. emperor to appoint Michelson in Ben A thaw has begun in the country, nigsen's place; but the emperor, re and in the lakes and small rivers with collecting the conduct of old Kamen- which it is filled.
Still there is yet no skoy, rejecred the advice. It cannot appearance of vegetation. .. be concealed that great discontents pre Tborn, April 12. For this week past vail against the government and the very considerable movements have been present war.
observed among the French troops, and Trieste, April 3. We have still in it is particularly remarked that their our road Russian and English frigates, centreis greatly reinforced. The neighas weli as cutters, which greatly annoy bourhood of Willenberg is covered with the navigarion of neutrals, and do much soldiers. Fresh French troops arrive mischief to our traders. As late as yes. here daily from the interior of Ger. terday a notice was posted up at the ex- many, where they are replaced by others change, that the English had stopped froin France. A convoy of heavy ar. VOT. XXXVIII,