YOUTH. Justice, teach, to treat with laughter! Virtue, scoff-at! vice pursue! I have heard of an hereafter And believe that it is true. But, if living, I must free My nature from its Spring divineFather! may I never see The Winter of an age like thine! Copied from the Wall of the Room in BRISTOL NEWGATE, where SAVAGE died. Here Savage linger'd long and here expired! If, wandering o'er misfortune's sad retreat "No Friend receiv'd him, and “no Mother's care Reader! hadst thou been to neglect consign'd Through the wide world like Savage forced to stray, Tho' prized by friends and nurst in innocence When thine own conscience smites, a wayward brother spare! Extract from an unfinished poem on MOUNT's - BAY. By HUMPHRY DAVY. Mild blows the Zephyr o'er the ocean dark And blush with purple. By the orient gleam Whitening the foam of the blue wave that breaks Is crown'd with castles, and whose rocky sides Was once with verdure clad; the tow'ring oaks On yon rough craig Where the wild Tamarisk whistles to the sea blast The Druid's harp was heard, swept by the breeze Awakened by the awful master's hand. Those tones shall sound no more! The rushing waves, Was white with moss, when on its rugged base And monks and priests existed. On the sea The sunbeams tremble: and the purple light High are his granite rocks. His frowning brow Hangs o'er the smiling ocean. The Atlantic breezes murmur. In his caves In his caves Where sleep the haggard Spirits of the storm *The Land's End in Cornwall. + The granite in Cornwall, is generally found incumbent on primitive shistus. This is the case in many of the cliffs at |