Perchance with him in gloomy triumph share,
And fee their prayers for justice-loft in air!
So fhalt thou ftill on iv'ry beds repofe,
And hidden bulfes long-loft rays disclose.
Then round thy leafy honors fhall I twine;
To thee my rife was due-my joys shall then
be thine.

The beauties of thefe Stanzas are fufficiently obvious;-the orientalism of some pasfages, the pathos of the whole, and above all, the gratitude of the honorable writer, muft be of themselves too impreffive to require any comment or elucidation.

PO

Does calm Indifference dwell "On the low mead, or mountain fwell? "Ob tell me where,

"For thou shalt find me there."

Y

To DELLA CRUSCA.

E S, on the mountain's haughty fwell,
And in the proftrate dell,

And where the Dryades fling their fhades-
There may't thou meet the maid ferene,
Or trace her on the zephyr'd green,
Whilft day's carnation gently fades.
Doth Nature make the profpect vast,
With rocks o'erhung, and rivers cast,
Tumbling headlong to their bafe?
Do feas ftretch out their foamy plains,
Compelling with their cryftal chains
Wide continents t' embrace?
All thefe attract the fmooth-brow'd fair.-
Or where can Art evince her powers,
Where, Science shew immortal flowers,
And gay Indifference-hafte not there?
Whilft PASSION narrows up the heart,
TASTE can no ray of blifs impart ;
One ftrong idea grafps the mind-
Extends itfelf through all the foul,
Thro' every vein its furies roll,
And tears with fangs unkind,

When NEWTON trod the starry roads,
And view'd the dwellings of the Gods,
And meafur'd every orb-

Did filly Love his steps attend,
His mighty purposes fufpend,
Or his grand mind abforb?

When intellectual Lock explor'd

The foul's fad vacuum, where no hoard
Of budding young ideas lay-

Oh tell, thus rob'd in Wisdom's stole,
Did Love's coarse torch his view controul,
Or light him in the darkfome way?
Ha! DELLA CRUSCA, ceafe to feign,
Thy cheek with red repentance ftain,

For having feign'd fo long;

Quick feize thy lyre, fweep each bold string,
O'er every chord thy mufic fling-
To calm INDIFFERENCE raife the fong!

Propitiate first, then with her hafte
O'er the globe's peopled, motley waste;
Watch CHARACTER where'er it runs ;
Drink newer air, fee fiercer funs;

Seek the bland realms where first the morn
Pours dawn-light from her beamy horn;-
Pours fcent and colours o'er the vale,
And wakes its fong, and wakes its tale.
Mark how CONFUCIUS' feeble race
(Whofe records vaft fail not to trace)
Toimitation ftill confine

Their powers, nor deviate from its line.
Their fourteen thoufand glowing springs
Paffing thro' their yearly rings,
Not one fuggeftion left behind,
No Art, nor Virtue more refin'd;
Philofophy no inroads made,
But mute, within its awful fhade,
Its thoughts occult arrang'd-
Whilft Learning, blindfold in its pen,
This coftly precept gave to men,-
"BE WISE, but be unchang`d.”

Hafte!-leave th' infipid herd-away!
Where EGYPT's fons imbrown the day,
For there primeval Wifdom form'd her

wreath,

And Science first was taught to breathe.
Oh linger here! the claffic clime
Demands, and will reward thy time.
Here fh it thou feek th' immortal dome
Where Pleasure triumph'd over ROME;
And tread where CLEOPATRA trod,
And moiften with thy tear the fod
Where Taite and Love their banners way'd,
Snatching from the grave Old Time-
Whose life fast-fading rapture fav'd,
And phoenix-like renew'd its prime.

Then

A

The MORALS of CHESS.

MIND, Maria, fuch as thine,

Where wit and judgment always shine,
From every object can extract
Its moral faithful and exact.
Endu'd with Fancy to pursue
And bring each fhining thought to view;
And feconded by all, we know,
That graceful language can bestow;
E'en trifles from thy wit and fenfe
Are instantly of confequence.-

Not long ago, the hour was late,
That we in fober tete-a-tete,
With various good and ill fuccefs,
Purfu'd our wonted Game of Chefs !
As I, long meditating, ftrove

To make one great decifive move;
Whofe powerful influence fhould fubdue
Whate'er my gentle Foe could do;—
My head, reclin'd my hand upon,
Maturely weighing pro and con,—
And all my foul (tho' close by you)
With Chefs, and only Chefs, in view;-
By lucky chance disturb'd, I found
You too, in ferious thought profound,
Full on the motley Board, intent,
Your animated eye was bent,
And (as its language oft I feek,)
Methought it fpoke, or feem'd to speak,
A mind that rang'd a wider field,
Than the mere Game itself could yield.
Long time, unmark'd by you, I view'd,
And strictly all their course purfa'd,
As o'er your faithful features stole
The fecret workings of your foul.
If Love's foft union can impart

A mutual pow'r to read the heart;
Or if its best and pureft fire
Can kindred fentiments infpire;
Maria will not be furpriz`d,

To hear 'twas thus fhe moraliz'd:

"How well yon chequered board (where light "Andrade alternate meet the fight) "By just comparison declares

"This mortal state of joys and cares : "More ftriking yet the leffon grows, "When long and well obferv'd, it thows, "That'tis by the furrounding shade "The Spot of light is wholly made; "And that remov'd, in vain the eye "Would feek the other to defcry. "Thus pain not felt, but just in fight, "Gives birth to pleafure and delight; "And wanting it, this life would be "A fcene of dull vacuity."Yet many a wife and wholefome w "Th' attentive mind from Chefs might draw. "The men in order due difpos d, "Of many a various rank compos'd— "The powerful Queen, the bumble Pan, "The Bishop, tho' not fleev'd in lawn ;

"The puzzling Knight, the Cafile ftrong,"To each their feveral moves belong:

Which rightly kept to will enfure "Succefs, or Fame at leaft procure. "Alike to life this rule applies, "And well obferv'd is to be wife: "For fhame and juft contempt fucceeds "Whenever beadfirong Folly treads, "Bewilder'd, in a different rout "To that which Nature pointed out. "Here rafhnefs oft feverely cheek'd, "Makes enterprize be circumspect: "For if we fail each point to weigh "With due precifion ere we play ;"If in our minds be not purfu'd "Whate'er the future may include; "Difgrace fucceeds, and certain lofs "Will the moft flattering profpect cross; "Whilft cool refolve and prudent care, "Above or rashness or despair, "Willoft the bypclefs game retrieve, "And Victry's well-earn'd palm receive. "Here Pride misjudging well may learn "The worth beneath it to difcern;

Whene'er a Piece is forc'd to own "Its fafety to a Pawn alone; "Or further to enhance the fhame, "A Pawn perhaps fecures the Game. "Here no rude boift'rous founds are heard, "Of mirth indulg'd, or vows preferr'd :"Here decent filence reigns alone"

But here, alas ! the clock fruck One-
The magic of that single stroke
Your train of deep reflection broke;
And ftifled many a thought refin'd,

That ftill was rufhing to your mind.
The game deferr'd-retir'd to rest,
The mufe my confcious flumbers blefs'd;
And then infpir'd this humble lay,
Chefs and Maria to display.

Το

By Mils KEMBLE.

AN it be fancy all-ah no!

G. C.

The beating heart, the cheek's high glow,
Declare, alas! too plain,
That no ideal pain

Throbs in each pulfe, and from my breaft
Steals its content, its wonted reft.
Say, does Imagination guide,
And over all my thoughts prefide ?
Does Fancy prompt the figh,
Does the inftruct the eye,
Ardent to gaze when thou art near,
Abfent to drop the tender tear?
Tho' frequent borne upon her wing,
Of groves and ¡ylvan fhades I fing,
I own not now her fway;
Alas!, to Love a prey,

My foul acknowledges his chain, Of real torments I complain.