Stalks a pale Defpot, and around him throws tear. O'er the far beach the mournful murmurs run, To feed the luxury of British Pride! And can that fex's foftnefs nought avail- throng? O ceafe to think, my Soul! what thousands die Thou lands, who fear'd no punishment but Are Drops of Blood the Horrible Manure And matt our Fellow Creatures thus endure, Yes, their keen forrows are the fweets we 'Tis fordid int'reft guides you; bent on gain, For when he fees the female of his heart, -Had be Religion, think ye be could pray? Alas! He fteals him from the loathfome fhed, What time moift midnight blows her And mufing, how he long has toil'd and bled, With the green bev'rage of our Morning Be neither Sold, nor Purchas'd, nor Opprefs'd, No griefs fhall wither, and no ftripes destroy ! Meal, The while to love meek Mercy we pretend, Or for fictitious ills affect to feel. Yes, 'tis their anguish mantles in the bowl, Their fighs excite the Briton's drunken joy; Thole Ign rant Suff 'rers know not of a SouL, That we enlightened may its hopes destroy. And there are Men, who, leaning on the Laws, What they have purchas'd, claim a right to Curs'd be the tenure, curs'd its cruel caufe- And there are Men with fhamclefs front have That Nature form'd the NEGROES for difgrace; That on their limbs fubjection is display'd— The doom of Slavery flampt upon their face. Send your ftern gaze from Lapland to the Line, And ev'ry region's natives fairly fean, Their forms, their force, their faculties, combine, And own the vast Variety of Man! Then why fuppofe Yourselves the chofen few Say, that Fair Freedom bends her holy flight Torn from the bosom of the raging fea, ANNA MATILDA 10 DELLA CRUSCA. THOU! O Whofe burning pen now rapture paints! Se So Heav'n-fent lightning powerless plays, " Th' illumin'd fhrub then quiv'ring round, Nor is thy gift" dull torpid eafe," No! bleft by Thee, the foul expands, ANNA MATILDA. To ANNA MATILDA. NOR will I more of Fate complain; For I have liv'd to feel thy strain ; Or when the weak Dawn's orient Rofe, To the fresh Garden's proud array, Ah! tell me, tell me where, And, 'midft her Blushes, cease to breathe. Nor ftill, prefumptuous, dare to fling I TO DELLA CRUSCA. Chufe me a measure jocund as the day! Meet the Lark's elab'rate tune, He foars aloft; and from his gurgling throat And be thy lines irregular, and free! thee, Scorn Scorn the du'l laws that pinch thee round, Bid her in verfe meand'ring sport ; And in thy verfe meand'ring wild, Ha! and did thou, favour'd mortal, taste Thefe, haft thou known, and yet complain? Ne'er on a recollection galp; Tby arms, the air-drawn charmer, never grafp. Vapid content her poppies round thee ftrew, Whift to the blifs of TASTE thou bidit adieu! To vulger comforts be thou hence contin'd, And the fhrunk bays be from thy blow untwin'd. Thy ftatue torn from Cupid's hallow'd nich, Lament no more, for nought can change IL PENSEROSO. By Dr. G. P***** AH PENSEROSO, why fo fad ?— Now Winter's gloomy gufts are flown, See laughing Spring in verdure clad, Joyous mounts her annual throne. Call forth the fragrant flow'rs to bloom, All cheer'ly round the flow'r-clad lawn, And laughing Spring, with smiling May, Joyous mounts her annual throne. The lawns enrob'd with richest hues, And dewy fringed flow'rs fresh-blownLo! laughing Spring! exclaims the mufe, Joyous mounts her annual throne. Thofe charms that nature now affumes, Cajole each care and brooding moan, And laughing Spring in rich perfumes, Joyous mounts her annual throne. The birds refume their melody, The lambs now gambol o'er the lawn, And laughing Spring to gladden thee, Joyous mounts her annual throne, Sweet Philomela chans at cve, The cheerful lark flutes the dawn, And laughing Spring, forbidding grief, Joyous mounts her annual throne, The thoughtful melancholy man No more is heard to figh alone; And L'ALLEGRO mounts the throne, But thou, whofe pride's a feeling, faithful heart, Be not too foon, or eafily alarm'd ; Thine eye, thy foul, may yet alike be charm'd ; Ah! could not, then, thy beauty's youthful bloom, A parent's grief, a lover's fondeft figh; Preferve that graceful figure from the tomb, Or keep thee longer from thy native sky? Beauty may caufe, but love may cure thy Alas! they could not !-Let the pitying tear That fick'ning droops, opprefs'd with beating rains, Was ne'er in half fuch lovely ruin spread, In its cold focket fadly doom'd to lie, The virtuous dictates of thy virgin heart, J. E. You've heard of Spartan boys, who fee young foxes Feed on their blood, placid as beaux in boxes, fable broth More priz 'd than rich ic'd creams, and luscious froth; With many other monstrous-noble things, At which more naughty times have had their flings; But long potterior to that virtuous day, Th' events were born on which we found our play. Sparta conceiv'd a whim to be polite, Black broth and befom'd foxes took their Alight; Then luxury her flood-gates open'd wide, And fashion onward roll'd its heady tide; Plain drefs and frugal meals foon dropt their jokes, And godlike Spartans-liv'd like other folks; Turn'd fidlers, brokers, merchants, gam'd and betted, This boafting what he won-this what he netted. Ladies Ladies their Op'ra-Boxers had their stage, And Spartan Humphries' foon became the rage; Their placemen finecures could ne'er refufe, And seal-infected Lords at times turn'd Jews. Their Doctors fage then hit upon a plan, To mend the weak degen'rate creature Man. They bad two monarchs wear the fplendid crown, Caflor and Pollux like—this up—that down. [In another voice. Oh no, they both at once must mount the throne, And fubject flaves in double flav'ry groan. 'Twas wife, no doubt-yet this too pass'd away, But firft buift forth the deeds which fill our play. The ground-work true-a little fancy grant, Where FACT had in its bounties been but fcant. Poets will fib, all nations have allowed it; And ours with blufhing terror has avow'd it. Oh pardon where you can, and if you pleafe, This anxious hour precedes a night of ease. Feb. 25. Love in the East; or, The Adventures of Twelve Hours; an opera, by Mr. Cobb, was acted for the first time at Drury-lane, The Dramatis Perfone were as follow: lite education, in order to take in fome future lover. Another of the gang, at Life, having met with a person whom he thinks a Lord, recommends and introduces him to this Andrew, who affumes the title of Duc de Poffendorf.-The reft of the gang, after a wifh all to act the mafter, agree to act the different fervants neceffary. The Lord is introduced, who proves to be nearly as great a fharper as any of them, and his fervant Sap ftill greater. Love, however, works in the matter a reformation; and HE and Narciffa form the only approaches to decent character. Corporal Toddy, a drunken foldier, who has embezzled the money of his company, and drank away "the shoes of his men,”—finds in Andrew a brother, whom he thought was hanged. He goes to him as a Duke, to beg his interceffion, and there discovers him to be his long-loft brother. This meeting is in the moft gibbet-like ftyle of affection. They bang about each other's neck, and then refolve to cheat each other ;-which, with the different attempts of all parties to do the fame, form the plot of the piece. Sir Ulick conies from Ireland to recover his daughter, which he does by the help of the Commiffary; and the is then happily married to the reformed Sharper. In the reprefentation of this piece, Mr. O'Keefe found the audience lefs favourable than on former occafions. The knavery of the characters feemed, however, to be the principal objection; for the farce poffeffed feveral ftriking fituations, was not deficient in humour, and had the advantage of admirable acting by the feveral performers. An effort was made a fecond time to produce it with alterations; but ended only in a fecond rejection, The Wonder, with The Guardian. Their Majesties, on Saturday evening the ift inftant, honoured this private exhibition with their prefence. The Queen was habited in a style of fimple elegance, truly beautiful-white fatin and gold, adorned with a most brilliant and fanciful arrangement of diamonds. The King was dreffed in fcarlet, and appeared remarkably chearful. The ladies were without caps and feathers, and the gentlemen in full-dreffed plain fuits. About eighty perfons of fashionable diftination were prefent; among whom were the Marquiffes of Carmarthen and Stafford; the Dukes of Argyle, Rexburgh, and Montague; Lord Courtoun, Howard, Sydney, Harcourt, Waldegrave, Galway, Aylesbury, Hawkesbury, Amherst, George Lennox, Herbert, Salisbury, Uxbridge; Sir Charles Thompson, |