So should my hand a votive temple rear,

Through many a distant age
That undestroy'd should stand.

Long should the stately monument proclaim

That no ungrateful heart,
Goddess ! received thy boon.

R. Tbe FILBERT.

Nay gather not that Filbert, Nicholas,
There is a maggot there,- it is his house
His castle-oh commit not burglary !
Strip him not naked, 'tis his cloaths, his shell,
His bones, the very armour of his life,
And thou shalt do no murder Nicholas !
It were an easy thing to crack that nut
Or with thy crackers or thy double teeth,
So easily may all things be destroyed !
But 'tis not in the power of mortal inan
To mend the fracture of a filbert shell.
There were two great men once amused themselves
With watching maggots run their wriggling race
And wagering on their speed; but Nick, to us
It were no sport to see the pampered worm
Roll out and then draw in his folds of fat,
Like to some Barbers leathern powder bag
Wherewith he feathers, frosts, or cauliflowers
Spruce Beau, or Lady fair, or Doctor grave,

Enough of dangers and of enemies
Hath Nature's wisdom for the worm ordained,
Increase not thou the number! him the Mouse
Gnawing with nibbling tooth the shells defence
May from his native tenement eject;
Him may the Nut-hatch piercing with strong bill
Unwittingly destroy, or to his hoard
The Squirrel bear, at leisure to be crack’d.
Man also hath his dangers and his foes
As this poor Maggot hath, and when I muse
Upon the aches, anxieties and fears,
The Maggot knows not, Nicholas methinks
It were a happy metamorphosis
To be enkernelled thus: never to hear
Of wars, and of invasions, and of plots,
Kings, Jacobines and Tax-commissioners,
To feel no motion but the wind that shook
The Filbert Tree, and rock'd me to my rest;
And in the middle of such exquisite food
To live luxurious ! the perfection this
Of snugness! it were to unite at once
Hermit retirement, Aldermanic bliss,
And Stoic independance of mankind.

THEODERIT.

SONNET 1.

Stately yon vessel sails adown the tide

To some far-distant land adventurous bound, The sailors busy cries from side to side

Pealing among the echoing rocks resound; A patient, thoughtless, much-enduring band,

Joyful they enter on their ocean way, With shouts exulting leave their native land,

And know no care beyond the present day. But is there no poor mourner left behind,

Who sorrows for a child or husband there? Who at the howling of the midnight wind

Will wake and tremble in her boding prayer? So

may her voice be heard, and Heaven be kind Go gallant ship, and be thy fortune fair!

S.

Beware a speedy friend, the Arabian said,

And wisely was it he advised distrust.

The flower that blossoms earliest fades the first. Look at yon oak that lifts its stately head And dallies with the autumnal storm, whose rage

Tempests the ocean waves; slowly it rose,
Slowly its strength increas'd thro' many an age,

And timidly did its light leaves unclose
As doubtful of the spring, their palest green.

They to the summer cautiously expand,

And by the warmer sun and season bland
Matured, their foliage in the grove is seen,
When the bare forest by the wintry blast
Is swept, still lingering on the boughs the last.