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And haft thou, Henry, in my conduct known One fault, but that which I muft never own, (

This potent beauty, this triumphant fair, This happy object of our diff'rent care, Her let me follow; her let me attend,

That I, of all mankind, have lov d but thee A fervant (the may fcorn the name of friend):

alone?

HENRY.

Vainly thou talk'ft of loving me alone:
Each man is man; and all our fex is one.
Falfe are our words, and fickle is our mind:
Mor in Love's ritual can we ever find
Vows made to laft, or promises to bind.

By nature prompted, and for empire made,
Alike by ftrength or cunning we invade :
When, arm'd with rage, we march against the foe,
We lift the battle-ax, and draw the bow:
When, fir'd with paifion, we attack the fair,
'Delufive fighs and brittle vows we bear:
Our falfehood and our arms have equal ufe;
As they our conqueft or delight produce.
The foolish heart thou gav'ft, again receive,
The only boon departing love can give.
To be lefs wretched, be no longer true;
What ftrives to fly thee why fhouldft thou
purfue?

Forget thy prefent flame, indulge a new.
Single the lovelieft of the am'rous youth;
Afk for his vow; but hope not for his truth.
The next man (and the next thou shalt believe)
Will pawn his gods, intending to deceive;
Will kneel, implore,perfift,o'ercome, and leave.
Hence let thy Cupid aim his arrows right:
Be wife and falfe, fhun trouble, feek delight;
Change thou the firft, nor wait thy lover's flight..
Why shouldit thou weep? let Nature judge
our cafe;

I faw thee young and fair; purfu'd the chafe
Of youth and beauty: I another faw
Fairer and younger: yielding to the law
Of our all-ruling mother, I purfued
More youth, more beauty: bleit viciffitude!
My aétive heart ftill keeps its priftine flame;
The object alter'd, the defire the time.

This younger fairer pleads her rightful charms;
With prefent power compels me to her arms.
And much I fear, from my fubjected mind
(If beauty's force to conitant love can bind),
That years may roll, ere in her turn the maid
Shall weep the fury of my love decay'd;
And weeping follow me, as thou deft now,
With idle clamours of a broken vow.

Nor can the wildnefs of thy withes err So wide, to hope that thou mayft live with her. Love, well thou know'ft, no partnership allows: Cupid averfe rejects divided vows:

Then from thy foolifh heart, vain maid, remove An ufelefs forrow, and an ill-ftarr'd love; And leave me with the fair at large in woods

to rove.

EMMA.

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What the demands, inceffant I'll prepare:
I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plait her hair:
My buty diligence fhall deck her board
(For there at least I may approach my lord);
And, when her Henry's fofter hours advise
His fervant's abfence, with dejected eyes
Far I'll recede, and fighs forbid to rife.

Yet, when increafing grief brings flow disease,
And ebbing life, on terms fevere as thefe,
Will have its little lamp no longer fed;
| When Henry's miftrefs fhews him Emmt dead;
Refcue my poor remains from vile neglect:
With virgin honours let my hearse be deck'd,
And decent emblem; and at least perfuade
This happy nymph, that Emma may be laid
| Where thou, dear author of my death, where the,
With frequent eye my fepulchre may fee.
The nymph amidst her joys may haply breathe
One pious figh, reflecting on my death,
And the fad fate which he may one day prove,
Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love.
And thou, forfworn, thou cruel, as thou art,
If Emma's image ever touch'd thy heart; [tear
Thou fare muft give one thought and drop one
To her, whom love abandon'd to despair;
To her, who, dying, on the wounded front
Bid it in lafting characters be known,
That, of mankind, she lov'd but thee alone.

HENRY.

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Hear, folemn Jove! and confciousVenus, hear |
And thou,bright maid,believe me,whilft Ifwear;
No time, no change, no future flame, thall move
The well-plac'd bafis of my lafting love.
O powerful virtue! O victorious fair!
At leaft excufe a trial too fevere:
Receive the triumph, and forget the war.

No banith'd man condemn'd in woods to rove
Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love:
No perjur'd knight defires to quit thy arms,
| Fairefi collection of thy fex's charms,
Crown of my love, and honour of my youth!
Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth,
As thou may'ft with, thall all his life employ,
And found his glory in his Emina's joy.

In me behold the potent Edgar's heir,
Illuftrious earl: him terrible in war
Let Loyre confefs, for the has felt his fword
And trembling fled before the British lord.
Him great in peace and wealth fair Deva knows;
For the amidit his fpacious meadows flows;
Inclines her urn upon his fatten'd lands;
And fees his num'rous herd imprint her fands.
And thou, my fair, my dove, fhalt raife thy
thought

Are we in life through one great error led? To greatness next to empire; shalt be brought Is each man perjur'd, and each nymph betray'd? Of the fuperior fex art thou the worlt? Am I of mine the most completely curft? Yet let me go with thee; and going prove, From what I will endure, how much I love.

With folemn pomp to my paternal feat;
Where peace and plenty on thy word thall wait.
Mufic and fong fhall wake the marriage-day :)
And, while the priests accufe the bride's delay,
Myrtles and roles thall obftruct her way.
, Friendhip

Friendship shall still thy evening feafts adorn: And blooming peace fhall ever blefs thy morn. Succeeding years their happy race shall run; And Age unheeded by delight come on; While yet fuperior Love fhall mock his pow'r; And when old Time fhall turn the fated hour, Which only can our well-tied knot unfold: What rests of both, one fepulchre shall hold.

Hence then for ever from my Emma's breaft (That heaven of foftness, and that feat of reft), Ye doubts and fears,and all that know tomove Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love Scatter'dby windsrecede,andwildinforestsrove.

EMMA.

O day the fairest fure that ever rofe!
Period and end of anxious Emma's woes!
Sire of her joy, and fource of her delight;
O wing'd with pleasure take thy happy flight,
Andgiveeachfuturemornatin&tureofthy white.
Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love!
Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
Will be ever kind, and just, and good?
And is there then no mistress in the wood?
None,nonethereis, the thought was rafh and vain;
A false idea, and a fancied pain.
Doubt hall forever quit my ftrengthen'd heart,
And anxious jealoufy's corroding smart;
No other inmate shall inhabit there,
But foft Belief, young Joy, and pleafing Care.
Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow,
And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow.
If at my feet the fuppliant goddefs ftands,
And fheds her treafure with unwearied hands;
Her present favour cautious I'll embrace;
And not unthankful ufe the proffer'd grace:
If the reclaims the temporary boon,
And tries her pinions, flutt'ring to be gone;
Secure of mind I'll obviate her intent,
And unconcern'd return the goods the lent.
Nor happiness can I, nor mifery feel,
From any turn of her fantastic wheel: [pow'rs,
Friendthip's great laws, and love's fuperior
Muft mark the colour of my future hours.
From the events which thy commands create
I muft my bleffings or my forrows date;
And Henry's will muft dictate Emma's fate.
Yet while with close delight and inward pride
(Which from the world my careful foul thall
Ì fee thee, lord and end of my defire. [hide)
Exalted high as virtue can require;
With power invefted, and with pleasure cheer'd;
Sought by the good, by the oppreffor fear'd;
Loaded and bleft with all the affluent store

Which human vows at fmoking fhrines implore;
Grateful and humble grant me to employ
My life fubfervient only to thy joy;

And at my death to blefs thy kindness shown
To her,who of mankind could love buttheealone.
WHILE thus the conftant pair alternate faid,
Joyful above them and around them play'd
Angels and fportive Loves, a numerous crowd;
Smilingtheyclapp'dtheirwing-andlowtheybowd:

They tumbled all their little quivers o'er.
To choose propitious fhafts; a precious store,
That, when their god should take his future darts,
To ftrike (however rarely) conftant hearts,
His happy kill might proper arms employ,
All tipp'd with pleasure, and all wing'd with joy;
And thofe, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate
Thefe lovers' conftancy, thould thare their fate.

The queen of beauty ftopp'd her bridled doves;
Approv'd the little labour of the Loves;
Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear;
And to the triumph call'd the god of war:
Soon as the calls, the god is always near.

Now, Mars, the faid, let Fame exalt her voice;
Nor let thy conquefts only be her choice:
But when the fings great Edward from the field
Return'd, the hoftile fpear and captive fhield
In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught (
to yield;

And when, as prudent Saturn fhall complete
The years defign'd to perfect Britain's ftate,
The fwift-wing'd pow'r fhall take her trump
again,

To fing her favourite Anna's wondrous reign;
To recollect unwearied Marlbro's toils,
Oid Rufus' hall unequal to his spoils;
The British foldier from his high command
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquith'd by his
Let her at least perform what I defire; [hand:
With fecond breath the vocal brafs infpire,
And tell the nations, in no vulgar ftrin,
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain.
And, when thy tumults and thy fights are paft;
And when thy laurels at my feet are caft;
Fathful may it thou, like British Henry prove:
And Emma-like, let me return thy love.

Renown'd for truth, let all thy fons appear;
And conftant beauty fhall reward their care.
Mars smil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity
Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the iky;
And thou, the fmiling faid, great god of days
And verfe, behold my deed, and fing my praite;
As on the British earth, my fav'rite itie,
Thy gentle rays and kindeft influence fmile,
Thro' all her laughing fields and verdant groves,
Proclaim with joy thofe memorable loves:
From every annual courfe let one great day
To celebrated sports and floral play
Be fet afide; and, in the fofteft lays
Oft thy poetic fons, be folemn praise,
And everlasting marks of honour paid
To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid.
144. An Heroic Epifle to Sir William Cham-
bers, Knight, Comptroller General of his Majefty`s
Works, and Author of a late Differtation on
Oriental Gardening. Enriched with Explana-
tory Notes, chiefly extracted from that elaborate
ANON.
Performance.

Non omnes arbusta juvant humilesque myricae. virg?.

NIGHT of the Polar Star! by Fortune plac'd,
To shine the Cynosure* of British taste;

Cynosure, an affected phrase; Cynosura is the constellation of Ursa Minor, or the Lesser Bear, the next star to the Pole.. Dr. New.on on the word in Milton.

Whofe

Whofe orb collects in one refulgent view
The scatter'd glories of Chinese Virtù;
And fpreads their luftre in fo broad a blaze,
That Kings themselves are dazzled, while they
gaze!

Olet the Mufe attend thy march sublime,
And, with thy profe, caparifon her rhyme;
Teach her, like thee, to gild her fplendid fong
With scenes of Yven-Ming,* and fayings of
Li-Tong;t

Like thee to fcorn Dame Nature's fimple fence;
Leap each ha-ha of truth and common fense;
And, proudly rifing in her bold career,
Demand attention from the gracious ear
Of him, whom we and all the world admit
Patron fupreme of fcience, tafte, and wit.
Does Envy doubt? Witness, ye chosen train!
Who breathe the fweets of his Saturnian reign;
Witness ye Hlls, ye J*uf*ns, Sc*ts, S*bb*s,
Hark to my call, for fome of you have ears.
Let D**d H*e, from the remotest North,
In fee-faw fceptic fcruples hint his worth;
Dd, who there fupinely deigns to lye
The fatteft Hog of Epicurus' ftye;
Tho' drunk with Gallic wine, and Gallic praise,
D**d shall bless old England's halcyon days;
The mighty Home, bemir'd in profe fo long,
Again thall ftalk upon the ftilts of fong:
While bold Mac-Offian, wont in Ghofts to deal,
Bids candid Smollet from his coffin steal;
Bids Mallock quit his sweet Elyfian reit,
Sunk in his St. John's philofophic breast,
And, like old Orpheus, make fome ftrong effort
To come from Hell, and warble truth at Court.
There was a time, "in Efher's peaceful grove,
"When Kent and Nature vy'd for Pelham's
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That Pope beheid them with aufpicious fmile,
And own'd that Beauty blefs'd their mutual toil.
Miftaken Bard! could fuch a pair defign
Scenes fit to live in thy immortal line?
Hadit thou been born in this enlighten'd day,
Felt, as we feel, Tafte's orientai ray,
Thy fatire fure had given them both a stab,
Call'd Kent a Driveller, and the Nympha Drab.
For what is Nature? Ring her changes round,
Her three flat notes are water, plants, and ground;
Prolong the peal, yet spite of all your clatter,
The tedious chime is ftiil ground, plants, and
water. §

So, when fome John his dull invention racks,
To rival Boodle's dinners, or Almack's,
Three uncouth legs of mutton fhock our eyes,
Three roasted geefe, three butter'd apple pics.

Come then, prolific art, and with thee bing
The charms that rife from thy exhaufilesping;
To Richmond come, for fee untutor'd Ecwa
Deftroys thofe wonders which were once thyown.
Lo, from his melon-ground the peasant Lave
Has rudely rufh'd, and levell'd Merlin's Cave;
Knock'd down the waxen Wizard,feız'dhiswand,
Transform'd to lawn what late was Fairy land;
And marr'd, with impious hand, each sweet de-
Of Stephen Duck and good Queen Caroline [ign
Hafte, bid yon livelong Terrace re-afcend,
Re-place each vifta, ftraighten every bend;
Shut out the Thames; thall that ignoble thing
Approach the prefence of great Ocean's King!
No! let Barbaric glories feaft his eyes,
Auguft Pagodas round his palace rife,
And finith'd Richmond open to his view,
"A work to wonder at, perhaps a Kew."

Nor reft we here, but, at our magic call,
Monkies fhall climb ourtrees,and lizards crawl,¶

* One of the Imperial gardens at Pekin. +"Many trees, shrubs, and flowers," sayeth Li-Tsong, a Chinese author of great antiquity, "thrive best in low, moist situations; many on hills and mountains; some require a rich soil; but others will grow on clay, in sand, or even upon rocks, and in the water: to some a sunny exposition is necessary: but for others the shade is preferable. There are plants which thrive best in exposed situations, but in general shelter is requisite. The skilful gardener, to whom study and experience have taught these qualities, carefully attends to them in his operations, knowing that thereon depend the health and growth of his plants, and consequently the beauty of his plantations." Vide Diss. 1. 77. The reader, I presume, will readily allow, that he never met with so much recondite truth, as this ancient Chinese here exhibits. Vide (if it be extant) a poem under this title, for which (or for the publication of Lord Belingbroke's philosophical writings) the person here mentioned received a considerable pension in the time of Lord B---t's administration.

This is the great and fundamental axiom, on which oriental taste is founded. It is therefore express ed here with the greatest precision, and in the identical phrase of the great original. The figurative terms, and even the explanatory simile, are entirely borrowed from Sir William's Dissertation. "Nuue (says the Chinese, or Sir William for him) affords as but few materials to work with. Plants, ground, and water, are her only productions; and, though both the forms and arrangements of these may be varied to an incredible degree, yet they have but few striking varieties, the rest being of the nature of changes rang upon bells, which, though in reality different, still produce the same uniform kind of jingling; tion being too minute to be casily perceived." Art must therefore supply the scantiness of Nature," &c. &c. page 14. And again,Our larger works are only a repetition of the small ones, like the bat Bachelor's fast, which consisted in nothing but a multiplication of his own dinner; three legs of t and turnips, three roasted geese, and three buttered apple pies." Preface, page 7.

So Milton

"Where the gorgeous east with richest hand

Showers on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold."

the varia

"In their lofty woods serpents and lizards of many beautiful sorts crawl upon the ground. Innumer able monkies, cats, and parrets clamber upon the trecs." Page 40. "In their lakes are many islands, some small, some large, amongst which are seen stalking along, the clepbant, the rhinoceros, the dromedary ostrich, and the giant haboon." Page 66. "They keep, in their enchanted scenes, a surprising variety of monstrous birds, reptiles, and animals, which are tamed by it, and guarded by enormous dogs of Tibe

and

Huge dogs of Tibit bark in yonder grove,
Here parrots prate, there cats make cruel love;
In fome fair inland will we turn to grafs
(With the Queen's leave) her elephant and afs.
Giants from Africa fhall guard theglades, [maids;
Where hifs our fnakes, where sport our Tartar
O, wanting thefe, from Charlotte Hayes we
Damfels alike adroit to sport and fting. [bring
Now, to our lawns of dalliance and delight
Join we the groves of horror and affright:
This to atchieve no foreign aids we try;
Thy gibbets, Baghot! thall our wants fupply;
Hounslow whole heath fublimer terrors fills,
Shall with her gibbets lend her powder mills.
Here too, O King of Vengeancet, in thy fane,
Tremendous Wilkes fhall rattle his gold chaint;
And round that fane, on many a Tyburn tree,
Hang fragments dire of Newgate-history;
On this fhall H*ll*d's dying fpeech be read,
Here B-te's confeffion, and his wooden head;
While all the minor plunderers of the age,
(Too numerous far for this contracted page)
The R*g*ys,s§, Mungos, Bedf*ws there,
In ftraw-ftuft effigy, thall kick the air.

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|For Him, that bleffing of a better time,
The Mufe fhall deal awhile in brick and lime;
Surpafs the bold AAEAOI in defign,
And o'er the Thames fling one ftupendous line
[Of marble arches, in a bridge, that cuts
FromRichmond Ferry slant to Brentford Butts,
Brentford with London's charms will we adorn,
Brentford, the bishoprick of Parfon Horne.
There at one glance, the royal eye fhall meet
Each varied beauty of St. James's Street;
Stout Tib*t therefhallply with hackney chair**,
And Patriot Betty fix her fruit-fhop therett.
Like distant thunder, now the coach of state
Rolls o'er the bridge, that groans beneath its
weight;

The Court hath crofs'd the ftream; the sports
Now N**1 preaches of rebellion's fin: [begin,
And as the powers of his ftrong pathos rife,
Lo, brazen tears fall from Sir F!**r's eyes‡‡.
While skulking round the pews, that babe of
grace,

Who ne'er before at fermon fhew'd his face,
See Jemmy Twitcher fhambles; ftop,ftop thiefs!
He's ftol'n the E* of D*nb*hs' handkerchief.
Let B*rr*t*n arreft him in mock fury,
And M**d hang the knave¶¶ without a jury.
But hark! the voice of battle fhouts from far,
The Jews and Macaronis are at war***: [itocks,
The Jews prevail, and, thundering from the
They feize,theybind,they circumcife+++CsF*.
Fair Schw***n smiles the sport to see,

But, fay ye powers, who come when fancy calls Where thall our mimic London rear her walls? The Eaftern feature, Art muft next produce: Tho' not for present yet for future use, Our fons fome flave of greatnefs may behold, Caft in the genuine Afiatic mould: Who of three realms fhall condescend to know No more than he can spy from Windfor's brow; } And all the Maids of Honour cry Te-het‡‡‡! and African giants, in the habits of magicians." Page 42. "Sometimes in this romantic excursion, the passenger finds himself in extensive recesses, surrounded with arbours of jessamine, vine, and roses: where beauteous Tartarean damsels, in loose transparent robes that flutter in the air, present him with rich wines, &c. and invite him to taste the sweets of retirement on Persian carpets, and beds of Camusakin down." Page 40.

* "Their scenes of terror are composed of gloomy woods, &c. Gibbets, crosses, wheels, and the whole apparatus of torture are seen from the roads. Here too they conceal in cavities, on the summits of the highest mountains, foundries, lime-kilns, and glass-works, which send forth large volumes of flame, and continued columns of thick smoke, that give to these mountains the appearance of volcanos." Page 37. "Here the passenger from time to time is surprised with repeated shocks of electrical impulse; the earth trembles under him by the power of confined air," &c. Page 39. Now to produce both these effects, viz. the appearance of volcanos and earthquakes, we have here submitted the occasional explosion of a perder-mill, which (if there be not too much simplicity in the contrivance) it is apprehended will at once answer all the purposes of lime-kilns and electrical machines, and imitate thunder and the explosion of cannon into the bargain. Vide page 40.

"in the most dismal recesses of the woods, are temples dedicated to the King of Vengeance, near which are placed pillars of stone, with pathetic descriptions of tragical events; and many acts of cruelty perpetrated there by outlatus and robbers." Page 37.

This was written when Mr. Wilkes was Sheriff of London, and when it was to be feared he would ratile his chain a year longer as Lord Mayor.

§ Martins. The asterisms will be easily supplied.

"There is likewise in the same garden, viz. Yven-Ming Yven, near Pekin, a fortified town, with its ports, streets, public squares, temples, markets, shops, and tribunals of justice; in short, with every thing that is at Pekin, only on a smaller scale. In this town the Emperors of China, who are too much the slaves of their greatness to appear in public, and their women, who are secluded from it by custom, are frequently diverted with the hurry and bustle of the capital which is here represented, several times of the year, by the eunuchs of the palace." Page 39.

Sir William's enormous account of Chinese bridges, too long to be here inserted. Vide page 53. **"Some of these eunuchs personate porters." Page 32.

"Fruits and all sorts of refreshments are cried about the streets in this mock city." Page 33, "Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek." Milton.

"Neither are thieves, pickpockets, and sharpers forgot in these festivals; that noble profession is usually allotted to a good number of the most dextrous!" Vide ibid.

"The watch seizes on the culprit." Vide ibid.

"He is conveyed before the judge, and sometimes severely bastinadoed." Ibid.

*** ** Quarrels happen-battles ensue.” Ibid.

"Every liberty is permitted, there is no distinction of persons." Ibid.

1); "Tas ́s dune to divert his Imper al Majesty, and the lad es of h's 'rain." Vide ibid.

Be thefe the rural paftimes that attend Great B*nfw*k's leifure: thefe fhall beft unbend His royal mind, whene'er, from state withdrawn, He treads the velvet of his Richmond lawn; These shall prolong his Afiatic dream, Tho' Europe's balance trembles on its beam. And thou, Sir William! while thy plaftic hand Creates each wonder,which thy Bard has plann'd; While, as thy art commands, obfequious rife Whate'er can pleafe, or frighten, or surprise, O let that Bard his Knight's protection claim, And fhare, like faithful Sancho, Quixote's fame.

$145. Pleafures of Memory: a Poem.

By SAMUEL ROGERS, Esq.

Down by yon hazel copfe, at evening blaz'd
The Gipfy's faggot--there we ftood andgaz'd;
Gaz'd on her fun-burnt-face with filent awe,
Her tatter'd mantle, and her hood of straw;
Her moving lips, her caldron brimming o'er;
The drowly brood that on her back the bore,
Imps, in the barn with mousing owlet bred,
From rifled rooft at nightly revel fed;
Whofe dark eyes flash'd thro' locks of blackest
fhade,

When in the breeze thediftant watch-dog bay'd:
And heroes fled the Sybil's mutter'd call,
Whofe elfin prowefs fcal'd the orchard-wall.
As o'er my palm the filver piece the drew,
And trac'd the line of life with fearching view,
How throbb'd my fluttering pulfe with hopes
and fears,

To learn the colour of my future years!
Ah, then, what honeft triumph flufh'd my

breaft!

This truth once known-To blefs is to be bleft!
We led the bending beggar on his way;
(Bare were his feet, his treffes filver grey)
South'd the keen pangs his aged spirit felt,
And on his tale with inute attention dwelt.
As in his fcrip we dropt our little store,
And wept to think that little was no more,
He breath'd his pray'r; "Long may such good-
"nefs live!"

'Twas all he gave, 'twas all he had to give.
But hark! thro' thofe old firs, with fullen
fwell
[well!
The church-clock strikes! ye tender fcencs fare-
It calls me hence, beneath their fhade to trace
The few fond lines that Time may foon efface.
On yon gray tone that frontsthechancel-door.
Worn fmooth by buly fect now seen no more,
Each eve we fhot the marble tho' the ring,
When the heart danc'd,and life was in its spring;
Alas! unconfcious of the kindred earth,
That faintly echoed to the voice of mirth.

146. From the Same.

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When not a diftant taper's twinkling ray Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way; When not a fheep-bell footh'd his listening ear, And the big rain-drops told the tempeft near; Then did his horfe the homeward track defcry. The track that hunn'd his fad enquiring eye; And win each wavering purpose to relent, With warmth so mild, fo gently violent, That his charm'd hand the careless rein refign'd, And doubts and terrors vanish'd from his mind. Recall the traveller, whose alter'd form Has borne the buffet of the mountain storm; And who will firft his fond impatience meet! His faithful dog's already at his feet! Yes, tho' the porter fpurn him from his door, Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more, His faithful dog fhall tell his joy to each, With that mute eloquence which paffes speech. And fee, the mafter but returns to die! Yet who fhall bid the watchful fervant fly? The blafts of heaven,the drenching dewsof earth, The wanton infults of unfeeling mirth; Thefe,when to guard misfortune's facred grave, Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.

Led by what chart, tranfports the timid dove The wreaths of conqueft, or the vows of love! Saythro'thecloudswhatcompafs pointsherflight? Monarchs have gaz'd,and nations bleft the fight Pile rocks on rocks,bid woodsandmountainsrife, Eclipfe her native fhades, her native skies; 'Tis vain! thro' ether's pathlefs wilds the goes, And lights at laft where all her cares repofe.

Sweet bird! thy truth fhall Harlem's walis And unborn ages confecrate thy nett. [attest, When with the filent energy of grief, With looks that afk'd, yet dar'd not hope relief, Want, with her babes, round generous valour clung,

To wring the flow furrender from his tongue, 'Twas thine to animate her closing eye: Alas! 'twas thine perchance the firft to die, Crufh'd by her meagre hand, when welcom'd from the sky.

$147. From the Same. WHEN the blithe fon of Savoy, roving round

With humble waresandpipeofmerry found,
From his green vale and shelter'd cabin hies,
And fcales the Aips to vifit foreign skies;
Tho' far below the forked lightenings play,
And at his feet the thunder dies away,
Oft, in the faddle rudely rock'd to fleep,
While his mule browies on the dizzy fleep,
With memory's aid, he fits at home, and lees
His children fport beneath their native trees,
And bends, to hear their cherub voices call,
O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall.

OF
FT has the aged tenant of the vale
Lean'd on his ftaff to lengthen out the tale; Say, can the chace the horrors of his cell?
But can her fmilewith gloomy Madness dwell
Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breath'd, Each fiery flight on phrenzy's wing reftrain,
From fire to fon with pious zeal bequeath'd.
And mould the coinage of the fever'd brain,
When o'er the blatted heath the day declin'd, Pafsbut that grate, which fearce a gleam fupplies,

lies

He,

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