6. The reverfe to old, and the name of a famous actrefs changing a letter.

7. Three-fourths of an island, and a piece of ground that lies untilled.

8. Two-fifths of a religious houfe, one-half of a fhip's cargo, and a term denoting a quick decline of the head reverfed.

9. The reverfe to plenty, and a term pointing out a hundred years. 10. The wife of Saturn omitting a letter, and to huff.

11. That which encircled the ancient city of Rome, one-half of a county divifion, and a paffenger's way through a ftream.

ELIZABETH TURNER.

An Enigmatical Lift of COUNTIES.

1. A fet of merry mifchicvous fellows.

2. A number of cattle,
3. Refting conveniences.

4. Three-fifths of Satan, and twothirds of a digit.

5. Three-fifths of a member and two confonants.

6. Four-fifths of love's centre, and a confonant.

7. The initials of a twelve-month and three-fifths of a bird.

8. A confonant and three-fourths of a long faft.

9. Haif ill-nature and two-thirds of a grain.

10. A compound letter and threefourths of the part of a sword.

11. One-third of diftilled water and what diftinguifhes man from wo

park.

2. A furgical fish.

3. A paftoral lover.

4. A ferpentine letter, a confonant, and the reverse of sooner.

5. The half of a dignified military ornament, and twenty hundred weight. 6. A number of cattle, changing a letter.

7. A fedentary employment.

8. The reverfe of foft, and a place of defence.

9. An upper man fervant in a gentleman's houfe.

10. A British failor, and an ufeful ornament on a man's apparel.

11. The name of a country clown, and a måle offspring.

12. What failors dread, expunging a letter.

13. The name of a market town in the Weft Riding of Yorkshire, and the 7፤ place of refidence of

Your's, &c.

But if fome worthier fwain thy hand fhall blefs,

Oh! let that happy fwain thy heart poffefs! I'll pray for both, with the last panting breath,

And grafp thy image in the bed of Death.

ΟΝ

LOVE.

She came in all her beauty like the moon from the cloud of the Eaft-Loveliness was around her as light-her fteps were like the mufic of fongs-her foul was generous and mild as the hour of the setting fun." OSSIAM

WHAT is the paffion Love?—a fond

defire

The darling of the breaft-a restless fire,
Afpiring to that height of human blifs,
Which never was attain'd, nor ever is.
A foft diforder, native of the mind-
In youth the pleafing tickling pain we find.
The theme were tempting, tho' a dang'rous
thing,

Dar'd I, O Love! thy powerful charms to fing.

Alas! my lays will still unequal prove;
Nor can an Ovid tell how tenderly we love.
-Elind fon of Venus! elevate the lays,
Of one who withes modeftly to praife,
Thy pure enjoyments, (were the talent mine)
In the plain accents of an honest line.

O Love! how do thine arrows wing their
Alight,

And pierce each gen'rous foul with truc delight;

They only taught his favage heart to feel,
And forc'd Achilles at thy fhrine to kneel;
And proud Atides was compell'd to fay,
The black-ey'd maid had stole his heart away;
And Ajax, by no human pow'er controul'd,
His eye, in fecret, on his fair one roll'd;
Nor could the feven-fold shield his heart de
fend,

Nor all that pride which knew not how to bend.

Ulyffes gloried in his might in arms,

And his cool wifdom, and made War's alarms,

But till Penelope enflav'd him by her

charms.

Whatever outrage could his Greeks employ While the proud husband raz'd the walls of Troy.

(Tho' Homer talk of Deftinies above,} All were the vengeance due for injur'd love :

Nor youth, nor age can fhun the tickling dart.
Thro' the bright eye directed to the heart.
Love levels all-he throws his chains
around,

And pride and av'rice feel alike his wound :
For love triumphant rushes on the mind,
Expells our reafon—throws all care behind;
Its tearing rangs, when raging on the breast,
Require fubmiffion, or we cannot reft.
The pow'rs of love our admiration raise,
Excite our wonder-but tranfcend all praise.
Not Jove, the fabled ruler of the sky,
Their fubtle influence could refift, or Aly.
Tho' the proud Ithacan remain'd unkind,
Calypfo, to a man, her heart r fign'd,
No lefs example we from Dido have,
When for Æneas her own life the gave.
Can we o'erlook Panthea, fam'd of old,
Or her dear spouse, Abradates the Bold:
One foul celeftial feem'd both to inspire,
A foul fo full of true congenial fire;
And both alike one fortune did purfue,
One fate they fought-one grave contain'd

the two.

Examples croud-Why Portia's tale relate?
O love! what pangs attend thy happient state?
A faithful lover is a glorious name,
The fair's ambition, and delight fupreme.

Inflam'd by love, the foul is all on fire,
And Cupid's power even favages admire :
For beauty charms the most ferocious mind;
And the hard ruffian cannot be unkiod.
Sweet is that impulfe which the bosom fires,
Alike the prince and cottager inspires;
Makes the proud monarch to a subject bend,
And learns the proud coquet to be a friend.
The lowly pealant in his calm retreat
Wants this to make his happiness complete.
The hermit, buried in his lonely cell,

To love, and to defpair, once knew too well. The poor and opulent, the weak and br.ve; The vaunting hero, and the pining flave With genuine rapture's own Love's fovereign fway,

And all he dictates inftantly obey.

Perhaps the paffion moves within the fair : If fo, what need I for the world to care? The fcoffs, the jefts, the banters of the crowd Will be to me but rules for my own good, By teaching inexperience how to all, And when youth errs, the way he should re

tract.

A bofom, warm'd with love's celestial fire, Beels no refpite, till mutual flames expire. The pow'rs of love are wonderfully frong; To them alone real honesty belong. There's no deceit within the lover's breast, His, of all human feelngs, are the belt.

Obferve the jarring elements aboveThus the red light'ning, from the hand of Jove,

Receives new vigour,, rages ftill more loud, By meeting in his course the watry flood: Hence oppofition (purs its awful race, And the curb bridle haftens on the chace; docs increase the gen'rous lover's flame, envy vilify's her fævʼrite's name.

The wanton youth is whistling in my car, The bright deluding charms of such a fair i My feul's full charg'd, the pleasing pangs in. crease,

And Love's artillery ev'ry nerve imprefs.
But reft, my Muse, for endless is the theme,
And I a humble candidate for fame.
Banks of Nitb.

A

A LONZO.

The COMPLAINT.

Addrefled to MARIA R,
CCEPT, my friend, the humble lays
Of her who courts no other praise,
No tribute afks but your's:
Ambition has no charms for me,
I crave but sweet content, and thee,
To crown the lovely hours.

The powers above alone can tell
Why thus I ask, and you repel,

My forces thus lofe ground;
You urge fuch frivolous pretence,
Your reafon's rot of confequence:
Comply with my demand.

Hafte to my aid, fome pity fhew,
And let me fee the pearly dew,

The dear diffusing tear;
That tributary tear of woe
The happiest mortal scorns to owe;
Hafte and diffuse it here.

In vain I court the happy nine,
In vain bow to Minerva's fhine,
Regardless of my prayer;
Withholds her arm, nor deigns to well'd
Protect, or guard me with her fhield,
A victim to despair.

Reafon-to you I now apply,
To crush th' involuntary figh,

My feeble efforts aid;
Repel the tyran ere too late-
Affume your throne, and re-inflate
Bleffings I can't repay.

Thrice happy hours, in child-hood spent,
When heav'n now reign'd, but sweet content,
No joyless hour now feen,
Alike contemn'd by Cupid's dart,

No paffion fway'd our guileless heart : Alas!-how chang'd the fcene.

ANNA L. G

move;

Can charm my troubled foul again to peace,
Or make my Howing tears one moment cease:
Thofe notes to hear, how oft with joy clate,
In fome lov'd bow'r enraptur'd have I fate?
Now only add to my increasing pain;
Nor e'er will pleafe (as once they did) again:
Mufic, like fuel, to the tender fire;
Soft woe increases, and fad thoughts infpire;
Friendship alone can heal my wounded breast.
Calm ev'ry paffion, footh my mind to rest ;
The greatest good, that heav'n doth e'er im
part

To an ingen'ous, fentimental heart!
Next love the fweetest pleasure we can know
Of all these fablunary joys below;
Art thou, bleft maid-thy influence I adore,
And ardently they beffings do implore.
When my dear friend, alas! is fled away,
How tediously I spend the lengthen'd day.
Count ev'ry hour, think ev'ry minute long!
Upbraid her stay, and fay he's in the wrong.
Then when return'd, I clafp her in my arms
Her welcom'd fight, my anger quick difarms.
But yet her abfence I must learn to bear,
For ah! (excuse me, if I drop a tear,)
Too foon to diftant climas, I fear, the'll go,
And leave me here, a prey to endless woe.

To wipe Affliction's falling tear,
Amidst the gloom of life to cheer,
Bid Grief aflume the placid fmile,
And ev'ry anxious care beguile.

Plato of old thy praises taught,
Well worthy his exalted thought.
To age, nor fèx, nor birth confin'd,
Reigns friendship in the spotless mind.
Infpir'd by thee, with equal flame,
A Western hard extols they fame.

On Tone's fair banks, with oliers crown'd, The youth's enraptur'd lays refound. From Jove thy high defcent he fings, Worthy the race of gods and kings.

Nor less could Friendship's name inspire A† female Mufe to touch the lyre. Singing how fair Eliza gave

Her own, a life more dear to fave.
So ftrong thy facred ardours burn;
And fcorn the languid cold return.
Friendship, more powerful than death,
Resigns with joy the vital breath.

Delighted still to fix her feat
Where virtue, fenfe, and beauty meet,
In lovery Craven's || gen'rous breast,
Triumphs an ever-welcome guest.

Friendship the heart with rapture warms, Gives beauty more refplendent charms; Makes Mills, in whom the graces hine; With friendship crown'd, appear divine.

J. P.

Juft fo, alas! my hopes all fade away,
Yet fond affection in my heart ftill reigns!

Continuation of Telemachus, from Page 551.

Vol. XI.

Although the knowledge of the immor

fair

Surpafs all their's who breathe this vital air,
The Goddess could not her defire obrain,
But quits the ufelefs march with anxious pain.
The gods fuperior, what they please conceal
From th' inferior, what they please reveal.

From high Olympus Pallas now defcends,
The young Telemachus with care attends,
Threw by his fhield, a mean disguise put on,
And chofe not by Calypfo to be known.
An heavenly guide! Mentor is now his name,
Whole councils lead to everlasting fame!,
Calypfo's languid eyes regain their fire,
Fix'd on the lovely youth folke his fire,
She gave her thanks to Neptune with a smile,
And bleft the ftorm that threw him on her
ine.

She mov'd toward them, and in vain flie try'd, With high imperious words her joy to hide; For when he would with words the youth difmay,

Her eyes the secret of her heart betray.

"Whence this temerity, unthinking boy, How dare you thus my folitude annoy? Know then, young ft anger, that no mortal dare,

Without my leave, to breathe this fragrant

air:

To prefs those fands, or walk upon this plain, Or with impunity my power difdain."

The goddess ceas'd, Telemachus replies, (Who thought he faw benignity arife, In fpite of anger from her eyes it ftreams, And o'er her countenance diffus'd its beams.")