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Stalks a pale Despot, and around him throws 'Tis fordid intrest guides you ; bent on gain,
The scourge that wakes-that punishes the In profit only can ye reason fiod;
tear.

And pleasure too-But urge no more in vain
O'er the far beach the mournful murmurs run,

The selfish subject to the Social Mind. And join the rude yell of the tumbling tide, Ah! how can be whose daily lot is grief, As faint they ply their labours in the sun, Whose mind is vilified beneath the rod,

To feed the luxury of British Pride! Suppose his Maker has for him relief, E'en at this moment, on the burning sale

Can he believe the tongue that speaks of Floats the weak wailing of the female

Gop?
tongue;

For when he sees the female of his heart,
And can that sex's softness nought avail And his lov'd daughters, torn by luft away,
Must naked Woman shriek amid the His fons, the poor inheritors of smart-
throng?

-Had be Religion, tbink ys be could pray?
O cease to think, my Soul ! what thousands die Alas! He steals him from the loathsome
By suicide, and toil's extreme despair;

thed, Thousands, who never rais'd to Heaven the What time moist midnight blows her eye,

venom'd breath, Thou lunds, who feard no punishment but And musing, how he long has toild and bled, there.

Drinks the dire balsam of consoling death!
Are Drops of Blood the Horrible Manure Hafe, hafte, ye winds, on swistest pinions fly,
That fills withi luscious juice the teeming

Ere from this world of misery he go,
Cine?

Tell him his wrongs bedew a Nation's Eye,
And mit our Fellow Creatures thus endure, Tell him, BRITANNIA blushes for his woe!

For trafhe vile, th' indignity of pain? Say, that in future Negroes shall be bleft Yes, their keen forrows are the sweets we Rank'd e'en as Men, and Men's just rights blend

enjoy ; With the green bev'rage of our Morning Be neither Sold, nor Purchas’d, nor Oppress'd, Meal,

No griefs suall wither, and no stripes The while o love mick Mercy we pretend,

destroy! Or for fistitious ills atšect to feel.

Say, that Fair Freedom bends her holy fight
Yes, 'tis their anguih mantles in the bowl, To cheer the Infant, and console the Sire ;

Their fighs excite the Bricon's drunken joy; So Mall be, wond'ring, prove, at laft, delight,
Those Ign'rart Suff'rers know not of a Soul, And in a throb of ecstasy expire.
Thic we enlig biened may its hopes destroy.

Thien Thail proud Albion's Crown, where
And there are ver, who, leaning on the

Dourcis twine,
Laws,

Torn from the botom of the raging sea, What they have purchas'd, claim a right to Boast 'midst the glorious leaves a gem divine, hold

The radiant gem of Pure Humanity.
Curs'd be the tenure, curs'd its cruel cause-

DELLA CRUSCA,
-FREEDOM's a dearer Property than
Goid!

ANNA MATILDA 10 DELLACRUSCA.

O DE. And there are Men with shamcle's front have faid,

O

THOU! Thai Nature formid the NEGROES for

Who from “ a wilderness of Suns"
disgrace;

Canft ftoop to where the low brook runs !
That on their limós fibjection is display'da Thro” space with rapid comets glow ;-
The doom of Slavery Aampt upon their face, Or mark where, soft, the snow-drops grow!

O Thou !
Send your fteru gaze from Lapland to the

Whole burning pen now rapture paints !
Line,

Then moralizes, cold, with Saints !
And ev'ry regioo's natives fairly scan,

Now trembling ardors can infuseTheir forms, their force, their faculties, com

Then seems as dipp'd in cloister'd dews bine,

O say! thy Being quick declare,
And own the vast Variety of Man!

Art thou a fon of Earth or Air?
Then why suppose Yourselves the chosen few Celestial Bard ! though thy sweet song

Todeai O preifion's poison'd arrows round, Might to a Seraph's strains belong,
To call with iron bonus the weaker crew, les wondrous beauty and its at

Enforce the labour and infi.ct the wound? Can only touch, not change my heart.

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So Heava-sent lightning powerless playsı"

To the fresh Garden's proud array, And wanton throws its purple rays ;

Where, doubtful of the coming day, It leaps thro' night's scarce pervious gloom Each drooping Flow'ret sheds translucent Attracted by the rose's bloom,

Tears. Th'illumin'd shrub then quiv'ring round,

Ah! tell me, tell me where, it seems each scented bud to wound;

For thou shalt find me there, Morn shakes her locks, and see the rose

Like her own Son, in vestment pure, In renovated beauty blows !

With deep disguise, of smile secure : Smiles at the dart which past away,

So shall I once thy Form descry, And flings her perfume on the day.

For once, hold converse with thine Eye. Thy lightning pen 'tis thus 1 greet,

Vain is the thought, for at thy sight, Fearless its fubtile point I meet ;

Soon as thy potent Voice were found, Ne'er Thall its spells my fad heart move

Could I conceal the vast delight, From the calm Itate it vows to love.

Could I be tranquil at the sound, All other bliss I've prov'd is vain

Could I repress quick Rapture's start, All other bliss is dalh'd with pain.

Or hide the bursting of my Heart?

Let but thy Lyre impatient seize
My waist with myrtles has been bound,
My brow with laurels has been crown'd;

Departing Twilighi’s filmy Breeze,
Love has sigh’u hopeless at my feet,

That winds th’inchanting Chords among, Love on my couch has pour'd each sweet ;

In lingering labyrinth of Song : All these I've known, and now I fly

Anon, the amurous Bird of Woc

Shall steal the Tones that quiv'ring flow,
With thee, INDIFFERENCE, to die!
Nor is thy gift " dull torpid ease,''

And with them sooth the fighing Woods,

And with them charm the flumb'ring Floods; The mind's quick powers thou dost not freeze :

Till, all exhausted by the Lay,

He lean in silence on the spray,
No! bleft by Tbee, the soul expands,
And darts v'er new-created lands;

Drop to his idol Flow'r beneath,

And, 'midst her Blushes, cease to breathe, Springs from the confines of the earth Towhere new systems struggle into birth; Warn'd by his Fate, 'twere surely well, The germ of future worlds beholds,

To thun the fascinating Spell; The fecrets of dark space unfolds;

Nor fill, presumptuous, dare to Aling Can watch how far th' Erratic runs,

My rude Hand o'er the Sounding String; And gaze on DELLA CRUSCA's funs; As though I fondly would aspire, In some new orb can meet “his starry mail,” To match MATILDA's Heavenly Fire. And him, on earth unknown, in Heaven Yet may I sometimes, far remote, with transport hail.

Hear the lov'd pathos of her Note,

And though the Laurel I resign,
ANNA MATILDA,

O may the bliss of Taste be mine!

DELLA CRUSCA.
TO ANNA MATILDA.

TO DELLA CRUSCA.
NOR will I more of Fate complain ;
For I have liv'd to feel thy straiu ; I

Hate the Elegiac lay-
To feel its sun-like force divine,

Chuse me a measure jocund as the day ! Swift darting through the Clouds of Woe, Such days as near the ides of June Shoot to my soul a sainted glow.

Meet the Lark's elab'race tune, Yet, yet, Matilda, spare to shine! When his downy fringed breast One moment be the Blaze supprest!

Ambitious on a cloud to rest Left from this Clod my Spirit spring,

He soars aloft ; and from his gurgling throat And borne by Zephyr's trembling Wing,

Darts to the earth the piercing notcSeek a new Heaven upon thy Breaft.

Which softly falling with the dews of morn But say, does calm Indifference dwell

(That bless the scented pink, and snowy thorn) On the low Mead, or Mountain swell, Expands upon the Zephyr's wing, Or at grey Evening's solemn gloom, And wakes the burnich'd finch, and linnet Bend her Bosom to the Tomb?

sweet to fing. Or when the weak Dawn's orient Rose, And be thy lines irregular, and free! In filv'ry Foliage deck’d, appears ;

Poetic chains Thould fall before such bards as Tell me, if perchance she goes

*thee,

Scorn

Scorn the du'l law's that pinch thee round, Lament no more, for nought can change
Kaifing about thy verse a mound,

Our lot, by Heaven's high will assign'd; O'er which thy Mufe so lofty! dares not But imile--for grief cannot endure, bound.

This active thought that loves to range, Bid her in verse meand'ring sport ;

Tomorrow shall he unconfin'd, Her foothieps quick, or long, or short,

And dwell in endless bliss secure. Just as her various impulse wills

DELLA CRUSCA.
Scorning the frigid square, which her fine
fervor chills.

IL PENSE ROSO.
And in thy verse meand'ring will,
Thon, who art Fancy's favourite Child,

By Dr. G. p*****
Jvay'it sweetly paint the long pait hour, AH! Perseroso, why so sad ?-
Wien, the flave of Cupid's power,

Now Winter's gloomy gults are flown, Thou couldi the tear of rapture weep,

See laughing Spring in verdure clad, And feed on agony, and banith sleep.

Joyous mounts her acnual throne. Ha! and did thou, favour'd mortal, taste

Now April's fun hine soft'ning lhow'rs All that acorns our life's doll waste ?

Call forth the fragrant flow'rs to bloom, Hail thou known Love's enchanting pain,

And laughing Spring's gay festive hours Its hopes, its woes, and yet complain?

Joyous mount her annual throne. Thy fenies, at a voice, been loit,

The fragrance-fanning zephyrs play Thy mad'ning foul in tumult tott?

All cheer’ly round the flow'r-clad lawn, Extatic wishes fire thy brain

And laughing Spring, with smiling May,
These, haft thou known, and yet complain. Joyous mounts her annual throne.
Thou then deserv'it ne'er more to feel ; The lawns enrob'd with richest hues,
Tliy nerves be rigid, hence, as steel!

And dewy-fringed flow'rs freth-blown Their fine vibrations all destroy'd,

Lo! laughing Spring! exclaims the mule, Thy futare days a cafeless void!

Joyous mounts her annual thione.
Ne'er that thou know again to figh,

Those charms that nature now aflum s,
Or on a fost idea dve;
Ne'er on a recollection galp;

Cajole each care and brooling mon,
Tuy arms, the air-drawn charmer, never

And laughing Spring in rich perfumes, graip.

Joyous mounts her annual throne. Vapin content her poppies round thee strew,

The birds resume their melody, Kvitto the bits of TASTE thou nidit adien!

The labs now gamboi o'er the lawn, To vulgor comforts be thou hence cuniin'd,

And laughing Spring to gladden thee, and the shrunk bays be from thy biow un

Joyous amounts her annual throne,
tuin'd.

Su'cer Philomela chains at cve,
Thy ftatue torn from Cupid's hallow'd nich, The cheerful lark te luies ine da.vn,
But in ieturn, thou haalt be (!!), and rich; And laughing Spring, forbidding grief,
The Mutes bence disown thy rebelly- Joyous mounts her annual thione,
But in u in Adlermunic suwn, their scorn

The 1 baughtful melancbaly nar
pupuy ;
Crinival and furred, the lightest honours dare, from that extreme to this be ran,

No nivie is heard to fight alone;
And on thy l...es iread--a PLUM: Loko

Anu L'ALLEGRO mounts the throne,
MAYUR.
ANNA MATILDA,

faltimor.

SONNE T.
From the RUSSIAN,

By the Reverend Mr.BELOE.
Fliebe delete as a dicam,

Amivit ili impenetrable gloom, THLY Fy, no sweet without its four is
Luc Firey Jai'iti viriday ;

born); Encug' of ev'ry mouiniul tiene !

Ah! that fo cold a thought should prove

forue;
Tho' (ad appear the mwita doom,
Ah! Ittal a nion.ent to be gay.

Still have the rose and clantine a thorn,

Wbilit to their fragrance every praife is When ciuntiring clou deform tlie sky,

due.
Anu ricoceleIs thi' embrace of magnit,
When noi aglam'rig liar is icin,

If from this rule could deviate augh: helow, Ii chance the filviy ligtitmings fly,

Surely night beauty the diction find; Emeraire'd we couch !e prospect bright Ye: wili iuok weeds 'midit loveliest flow'rtt3 Oi towns, and flies, abe forests

grow, Si ceni. And uit will beauty hide a canker'd mind.

Bug

But thou, whose pride's a feeling, faithful Ah! could not, then, thy beauty's youthful heart,

bloom, Be not too soon, or easily alarm'd ; A parent's griei, a lover's fondet figh; Thine eye, thy soul, may yec alike be Preserve that grace oi figure from the comb, charm'd ;

Or keep thee longer from thy native sky? Beauty may cause, but love may cure thy Alas! they could not !- Let the picying tear smart.

Prompt ev'ry feeling, ev'ry truller breit; Hafte, fluttering heart, the obvious truth Let sad remembrance, with a figh sincere, improve,

Point to thy tomh, and bid tliy relics rest! Semira comes, with beauty, grace and love. And, when it reads what this land verse does

tell, EL E G Y

And when it meditates thy form and mind; On the Death of a Young LADY.

Let forrowing virtue breathe a long farewell, THEN art thou gone ! The Lilly's languid While angels huil thy paslage from mankind. head,

J. W. A. That sii k'oing droops, oppress’d with beating rains,

ACROSTIC.
Was ne'er in half such lovely ruin spread,
As ineekly Plumbers o'er thy dear remains !

UCH (prightly motion with such grace
S

and air And is the conq'ring softness of tha: eye,

A s Hebe snewid when the Jove's cup did Which Heav'n and virtue touch'd with spot

bear lefs fire,

Round to each God, in his celestial chair; In its cold socket sadly doom'd to lie,

A ll-chearing Nectar every spirit raisins, Dead to the purest impulse of defire?

H ebe's audrcís above their Nectar praising And is that tongue, which once so iweetly figh'd

Painter, exert thy utmoft skill and art, The virtuous dictates of thy virgin heart,

O paint the charmer of my ravish'd heart ! By death's firm hand indissolubly ty'd,

Raise your ideas Hlebe's charms above,

к And all thy beauties vanquish'd by his dart ?

eep

in your mind the goddess fair of love; O loft too soon! O bleft with every grice

E ven Venus to my fair the palm resigns, That Heav'u to human weakness can impart!

Read her name wrote in the initial lines, The fweetest männer, and the fairett face, The meckett temper, and the truest heart !

J. E.

THEATRICAL JOURNAL.

young lotes

froih;

PROLOGUE

You've heard of Spartan boys, who lat TO THE FATE OF SPARTA.

Feed on teir blood, placid as heaux in boxes, Written by Mrs. COWLEY.

Sans Orick, or groan. You've heard of Spoken by Mr. WROUGHTON.

fable broth 19 O ask your favour, we're by custom More priz'd rhan rich ic'd creams, and luscious

bound Thus Prologue bows before you to the ground. With many viher monstrousernob!n things, But interchange of favours, we are told, At which more naughey times have had their Is a choice method to make friendship hold,

flings ; My gift is this those chilly wintry niglits,

But long posterior to that virtuous dav,

TH' events were born on which we found Whilst the frost glitters, and the North wind bites,

our play. I'll waft you to the gentlest summer skies,

Snarla conceiv'd a whim to be polite, Where role buds (well

, and the fost zephyr Black broth and bofom'a foxes tuvi their flies;

fight; Where the bright sun, with scarce diminish'd

Then luxury her A od-gates open') wide,

And fashion on ward rolld its heady tide ; ray, November's month bids charm like florid

Plain dress and frugal meals foon drept their May ;

jokes, Where beneath myrtle inades the lover dics,

And godlike Spartans-livblikeo:her folks ; Whilft gales, with frac rance fraught, persunie Turn fidlers, brokers, merchants, gamit bis fighs

and betted, To Greece I welcome ye from Drury-lane,

This bocíting what he won this what he Where taste and arts firti rear d ch'immoita!

netted, fare,

Ladies

Ladies their Op’ra-Boxers had their stage, lite education, in order to take in some futura And Spartan Humphries' soon became the lover. Another of the gang, at Line, rase;

having met with a person whom he thinks a Their placemen finecures could ne'er refuse, Lord, recommends and introduces him to this And Zeal-infected Lords at times turn d Jews. Andrew, who assumes the title of Duc de Their Doctors sage then hit upon a plan,

Poffendorf. The rest of the gang, after a To mend ilie weak degen'rate creature Man.

with all to act the master, agree to act the

different servants necessary. The Lord is They bad two monarchs wear the splendid

introduced, who proves to be nearly as great crown, Caflor and Pollux like his up-tbar dozun.

a Tharper as any of them, and his servant Sap [In another voice.

still greater. Love, however, works in the

matter a reformation ; and He and Narcissa Oh no, they both at once must mount the

form the only approaches to decent character. throne, And subject Naves in double Nav'ry groan.

Corporal Toddy, a drunken soldier, who has

embezzled the money of his company, and 'Twas wise, no doubt yet this too pass d drank away " she jhoes of bis men,"—finds away,

in Andrew a brother, whom he thought was But first built forth the deeds which fill our

hanged. He goes to him as a Duke, to beg play.

his interceffion, and there discovers him to be The ground-work true--a little fancy grant,

his long-lost brother. This meeting is in Where fact had in its bounties been but

the most gibber-like style of affection. They scant.

bang about each other's neck, and then rePues will fin, all nations have allowed it;

solve to cheat each other ;--which, with the And ours with blushing terror has avow'd it.

different attempts of all parties to do the same, On pardon where you can, and if you please, form the plot of the piece. This anxious hour precedes a niglit of ease.

Sir Ulick conies from Ireland to recover Feb. 25. Love in the East; or, The Ad

his daughter, which he does by the help of ventures of Twelve Hours ; an opera, by the Commissiry; and she is then bappily Mr. Cobb, was acted for the first time at

married to the reformed Sharper. Drury-lane, The Dramatis Perfone were

In the representation of this piece, Mr. as follow :

O'Keefe found the andience less favourable Mushroom,

Mr. King.

than on former occasions. The knavery of Warnford,

Mr. Kelly.

the characters seemed, however, to be the Colonel B.ton,

Mr. Baddeley. principal objection ;- for the farce poflefled Twift,

Mr. Bannister jun. several striking situations, was not deficient Colonel Bentley,

Mr. Aickin. in humour, and had the advantage of admiStanmore,

Mr. Dignum. rable acting by the several performers. An Rosario,

Miss Romanzini. effort was made a second time to produce it Captain Coromandel, Mr. Williames. with alterations ; but ended only in a second Ormellina,

Mrs. Crouch, rejection,
Mrs. Mushroom,

Miss Popc.
Eliza,
Mrs. Wifon.

RICHMOND HOUSE. Lucy,

Miss Collett.
For the fable and our character of this

The IVonder, with The Guardian.

Their Majesties, on Saturday evening the piece, we refer our readers to page 190. M1.urch i. Tanlara Rara Rogues All! a

ist inttant, honoured this private exhibition

with their presence. Force, by Mr. O'Keefe, was acted the first time at Covent Garden. Characters as follow:

The Queen was habited in a style of simple

elegance, truly beautiful-white satin and Axrewm-alam Duke, Mr. Quick.

gold, adorned with a most brilliant and fanci. Cal Toldy,

Mr. Euwin.

ful arrangement of diamonds. O'Toole, (Lord Limbervally) Mr. Macready.

The King was dressed in scarlet, and apCarly,

Mr. Ryder.

peared remarkably chearful. The ladies Sap,

Mr. Bernard'.

were without caps and feathers, and the gen. Sir Ulick Liffyciele,

Mr. Fearon.

tlemen iv full-dressed plain suits. Cummitaire,

M. D) vis.

About eiglity persons of fashionable disNarcilio Lady Caroline, Mits Trieejale. tine 09 were present; among whom were Bluech,

Miss P't.

the Marquisses of Carmarthen and Stafford; The very little story of this piece funds as the Dukes of Argyle, Roxburgh, and Monfollow's :

ingue ; Lord Courtoun, Howard, Sydney, Andrew, a notorious villain, lias stolen in Harcourt, Waldegrave, Galway, Aylesbury, her infancy, Narcissa, the dauzliter of Sic Hawkesbury, Amherst, George Lennox, Ulick, an Irish Baronet, and givsu her a po. Herbert, Salisbury, Uxbridge ; Sir Charles

Thompson,

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