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Stalks a pale Despot, and around him throws 'Tis sordid int'rest guides you ; bent on gain, The scourge that wakes—that punishes tlie In profit only can ye reason find; 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, Whole 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

God? Floats the weak wailing of the female 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 smartthrong?

-Had be Religion, tbink ye 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, Tisousands, who never rais’d to Heaven the What time moist midnight blows her eye,

venom'd breath, Thoulands, who fear`d ao punishment but And muling, how he long has toild and bled, there.

Drinks che dire balsam of consoling dearb! Are Drops of blood the Horrible Manure Hafe, hafte, ye winds, on swiftest pinions fly, That fills with luscious juice the teeming

Ere from this world of misery he go,

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

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

enjoy ; With the green bev'rage of our Morning Bencither Sold, nor Purchas’d, nor Oppress’d, Meal,

No griefs shall wither, and no stripes The while o love meek Mercy We pretend,

destroy! Or for finitions ills attect to feel.

Say, that Fair Freedom bends her holy flight Yes, 'tis their anguith mantles in the bowl, To cheer the Infart, and console the Sire;

Their fighs excite the Bricon's drunken joy; So Mall be, wond'ring, prove, at last, delight, Tbose Ign'rart Suff'rers know not of a SOUL, And in a throb of ecitaly expire.

This we enlig biened may its hopes destroy. Then mail proud Albion's Crown, where And there are Men, who, leaning on the

Surels (wine,

Tornfioin the holom of the raging sea, What they have purchas'd, claim a right to Boast 'miuft the glorious leaves a gem divine, hold

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

DELLA CRUSCA. -FREEDOM's a dearer Property than


O DE. And there are Men with shamclefs front have faid,


THOU! Thai Nature formid the NEGROES for Who from “ a wilderness of Suns" disgrace;

Canit Atoop to where the low brook runs ! That on their limbs fbjection is display'da Thro” space with rapid comets glow ;The doom of Slavery flampt upon tbeir face. Or mark where, soft, the snow-drops grow!

O Thou ! Send your fteru gaze from Lapland to the

Whore burning pen now rapture paints ! Line,

Then moralizes, cold, with Saints ! And ev'ry region'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 fay! 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 Opreision's poison'd arrows round, Might to a Seraph's strains belong,
To Call with iron bonus the weaker crew, Its wondrous beauty and its at

Enforce the labour and infi.& the wound? Can only touch, not cbange my heart.

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So Hear'n-sent lightning powerless plays"

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’illamin’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, Mor'n fhakes 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 thall once thy Form descry, And flings her perfume on the day.

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

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

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

Could I conceal the vast delight, From the calm state 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 dash'd with pain.

Or hide the bursting of my Heart? My waist with myrtles has been bound,

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

Departing Twilighi's filmy Breeze, Love has ligh'd hopeless at my feet,

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

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

Anon, the amurous Bird of Woe

Shall Iteal the Tones tiiat quiv'ring flow,
With thee, INDIFFERENCE, to die!
Nor is thy gift “ dull torpid ease,''

And with them sooth the righing Woods,

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

Till, all exhaufted by the Lay,

He lean in silence on the spray,
No! blest 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 fling Can watch how far th' Erratic runs,

My rude Hand o'er the Sounding String; And gaze on DELLA CRUSCA's suns ; 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 tbe Laurel I resign,

O may ibe bliss of Taste be mine!


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 supprett!

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

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

Darts to the earth the piercing noteSeek a new Heaven upon thy Breafl.

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 folemn gloom,

And wakes the burnith'd finch, and linnet Bend her Borom to the Tomb?

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

Poetic chains Mould fall before such bardo as Tell me, if perchance she goes



Lament no more, for nought can change Our lot, by Heaven's high will assign'd;

But I'mile--for grief cannot endure, This active thought that loves to range, To.morrow shall be unconfin'd, And dwell in endless bliss secure.


Scorn the du'llaw's titt pinch thee round,
Raising about thy verse a mound,
O'er which thy Mule so lofty! dares not

Bid her in verse meand'ring sport ;
Her footsteps quick, or long, or short,
Just as her various impulse wills-
Scorning the frigid Iquare, which her fine

fervor chills.
And in thy verse meandring will,
Thwa, who art Fancy's favourite Child,
May'll sweetly paint the long pait huur,
Wien, che fjave of Cupid's power,
Thou couldi the tear of rapture weep,
And feed on agony, and banish sleep.

Ha! and didil thou, favour'd mortal, taste
All that acorns our life's dull waste ?
Has thou known Love's enchanting pain-
Its lopes, its woes, and yet complain?
Thy fenies, at a voice, been loit,
Thy mad'ning foul in tumalt toit?
Extatic wishes fire thy brain
There, haft thou known, and yet complainin
Thou then deserv'ft ne'er more to feel ;
Tliy nerves be rigid, hence, as steel!
Their fine vibrations all destroy'u,
Thy future days a tasteless void!
Ne'er thalt thou know again to figh,
Or on a fost idea dve;
Nc'er on a recollection gali;
Thy arms, the ar-drawn charmer, never

graip. Vapad content her poppies round thee strew, Hit to the bliss of TASI E thou digit adien! Tu vulgor comforts be thou hence cunnin'd, And the shrunk bays be from thy biow un

tuin'd. Thy ftatue torn from Cupid's hallow'd nich, But in ieturn, thou 1:alt be du:)), and rich; Tlie Mules hence dikwn thy rebel løy-But in u in Hidermanic suwn, their scorn

rapy; Crimul and furr'd, the highest honours dare, And on thy l..mals cread-- PLUM. LOKD MASUR.


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By Dr. G. P*****. AH! Perseroso, why so sad ?

Now Winter's gloomy gutts are flown, See laughing Spring in verdure clad,

Joyous mounts her annual throne. Now April's funshine soft'ning show'rs

Call forth the fragrant flow'rs to bloom, An laughing Spring's gay festive hours

Joyous mount her annual chrone. The fragrance-fanning zephyrs play

All cheer'ly round che flow'r-clad lawn, Andiughing Spring, with smiling May,

Joyous mounts her annual throne. The lawns enrob'd with richest hues,

And dewy-fringed flow'rs frelh-blown Lo! laughing Spring ! exclaims the mule,

Joyous mounts her annual thione. Those charms that nature now afTumës,

Cajole each care and brooling moal, And laughing Spring in rich perfumes,

Jugous mounts her annual throne. The birds resume their melody,

The limbs now gamboi v'er the lawn, And taughing Spring to gladden thee,

Joyous mounts her annual throne, Sweet Philomela chans at cve,

The cheerful lark is luies ine dawn, And laughing Spring, forbiduing grief,

Joyous mounts hier annual thione,
The ih zubful melancholy man

No nivie is heard to figh alone;
From that extreme to this le run,
And L'ALLEGRO mounts the throne,


From the RUSSIAN. 1

lile he deutfu! 39 ? dream,
Amidit ili nipe cera)le: gloom,

Lut Fiy daiter vividay;
Encug' of ev'ry mournful tiene!
Tho'lad appear the montai doom,

Ah! ftuala nioment to be gay. When ciuit'ring clou deform the sky, Apv hluce se:-! thi' enibrace of neglit,

When noia glum'n'g 11ar is seen, Ii chancu ine filviy ligfitorings ily, Evraired we cach !he prospect brighi Oi towns, and flies, and forefis


SON NE T. By the Reverend Mr.BELOE. THY 1.4, no sweet without its four is

born; Ah! the so cold a thought hould prove

fu true; Still have the rose aud Cantine a thorn, Wbilit to their fragrance every praise is

due. If from this rule could deviate aught helow,

Sarciy night bercry the distinction find; Yet wili jaok weeds 'midit loveliest flow ret3

grow, And oft will beanty hide a canker'd mind.


Ah! could not, then, thy beauty's youth'al

A parent's grief, a lover's fondent figh;
Preserve that gracefui figure from the comb,
Oc keep thee longer from thy nativa sky?
Alas! they could not !- Let the pieying tear
Prompt ev'ry feeling, er'ry teuiler breit;
Let sad remembrance, with a sigh sincere,
Point to thy tomh, and bid thy relics rest!
And, when it reads what this lad verre does

And when it meditates thy form and mind;
Let forrowing virtue breathe a long farewell,
While angels huil thy paliage from mankind,

J. W. A.

But thou, whose pride's a feeling, faithful

heart, Be not too soon, or easily alarm'd ; Thine eye, thy soul, may yec alike be

charm'd ; Beauty may cause, but love may cure thy

smart. Hafte, fluttering heart, the obvious truth

Semira comes, with beauty, grace and love.

On the Death of a Young LADY.
THEN art thou gone! The Lilly's languid

That fick’ning droops, oppress'd with beat.

ing rains,
Was ne'er in half such lovely ruin spread,
As ineekly flumbers o'er thy dear remains !
And is the conq'ring softness of tha: eye,
Which Heav'n and virtue touch'd with spot-

less fire,
In its cold socket sadly doom'd to lie,
Dead to the purest impulse of desire ?
And is that tongue, which once so sweetly

The virtuous dictates of thy virgin heart,
By death's firm hand indiffolubly cy'd,
And all thy beauties vanquish'd by his dart?
O loft too soon! O bleft with every grice
That Heav'o to human weakness can impart!
The fweetest munner, and the faireit face,
The meekett (emper, and the cruelt heart!

S UCH (prightly motion with such grace

and air
A s Hehe Mew'd when the Jove's cup did

Round to each God, in his celestial chair ;
A ll-chearing Nectar every spirit raising,
H ebe's audrcís above their Nectar pra:sing.
Painter, exert thy utmoft skill and art,
O paint the charmer of my ravish'd heart !
Raise your ideas Hlebe's charms above,
Keep in your mind the goddess fair of love ;
E ven Venus to my fair she palm resigns,
Read her name wrote in the initii lines,




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

Feed on their blood, placid as herux in boxes, Written by Mrs. COWLEY.

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

sable broth TO O ask your favour, we're by custom More priz drhan richic'd creams, and luscious

bound Thus Prologue bows before you to the ground. With many other monstrous--nohlr things, But interchange of favours, we are toli, At which more naughey limes have had chuir Is a choice method to make friendship hold,

fings ; My gift is this those chilly wintry nights,

But long poiterior to that virtuous dav, Whilft the frost glitters, and the North wind

TI' events were born on which we found bites,

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

Sparta conceiv'ü a whim to be polite, Where rose buus (well, and the fost zephyr Black broth and bosomó foxes twik their

Aight; Where the bright sun, with scarce diminith'd Then luxury her food-gates open'! wide,

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

Plain dress and frugal meals soon drupe their May ;

jokes, Where beneath myrtle Mades the lover dies, And godlike Spartans-liv'd like other forks Whilft gales, with fracrance fraught, persunie

Turn's fidki's, brokers, merchants, gani bis fighs

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

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

netica, fan.e.




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

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

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

with all to act the master, agree to act the
They bad iwo monarchs wear the splendid different fervants necessary. The Lord is

introduced, who proves to be nearly as great crown, Caflor and Pollux like---ibis upthat dorun.

a sharper as any of them, and his servant Sap

[In another voice. still greater. Love, however, works in the Oh no, they both at once must mount the

matter a reformation ; and HE and Narcissa throne,

form the only approaches to decent character. And subject flaves 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 " obe shoes of bis men," —finds away,

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

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

his interceflion, and there discovers him to be The ground-work true-a little fancy srant, 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 rePue's will fih, all pations 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 night of ease.

Sir Ulick conies from Ireland to recover
F:6. 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 Commiffary; and she is then bappily Mr. Cobb, was acted for the first time at

inarried to the reformed Sharper. Drury-lane, The Dramatis Persone were

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

O'Keefe found the audience less favourable Mushrom,

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 potsessed 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. Muhroom,

Miss Popc.

Mrs. Wifon.
Mifs Collett.

For the fable and our character of this

The Wonder, with The Guardian. piece, we refer our readers to page 190.

Their Majelties, on Saturday evening the
March i.
Tanlara Rara Rognies All! a

ist instant, lionoured this private exhibition

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

The Queen was habited in a style of simple Andrew-alam Duke, Mr. Quick.

elegance, truly beautiful-white fatin and

gold, adorned with a most brilliant and fanciC,1929 Toidy,

Mir. Euwin.

ful arrangement of diamonds. O'Toole, (Lord Limberv:lly) Mr. Macready.

The King was dressed in scarlet, and apCarty,

Mr. Ryder.

peared remarkably chearful. The ladies Sap,

Nir. Bernard.

were without caps and feathers, and the genSir Ulick Liffydule,

Mr. Fearon.

tlenen in full-dressed plain suits. Commithiire,

Mr. Dvs,

About eighty persons of fashionable disNarcillor Lady Caroline, Mits Tweejale.

tine:on were present; among whom were Blanch,

Miss Plut.

the Marquisses of Carmarthen and Scafford; The

Title story of this piece llanus as the Dukes of Argyle, Roxburgh, and Monfollows:

tague ; Lord Courtoun, Howard, Sydney, Andrew, a notorious villain, las solen in Harcourt, Waldegrave, Galway, Aylesbury, her infancy, Narcissa, the Jauzliter of Sir Hawkesbury, Amherst, George Lennox, Ulick, an Irish Baronet, and givsu her a po. Herbert, Salisbury, Exbridge ; Sir Charles


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