"A trampling troop, I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance. I strove to cry-my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride, But where are they the reins to guide? A thousand horse-and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils-never stretch'd by pain; Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein; And feet that iron never shod; And flanks unscarr'd by spur or rod. A thousand horse-the wild, the free, Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Come quickly thund'ring on, As if our faint approach to meet, The sight unnerv'd my courser's feet; A moment staggering, feebly fleet, A moment with a feint low neigh, He answer'd, and then fell : With gasps and glaring eyes he lay, And reeking limbs immovable, His first and last career is done! L NIGHT'S FAIREST FLOWER. Night's fairest flower Blooms o'er my bower, Blossoms and perfumes fall from the trees; Love's star is peeping, Rose-buds are weeping, Sweetly their fragrance blends with the breeze. Come to that shade, love, Where oft we've stray'd, love; Gently the moon-beams break thro' the boughs; And while I swear, love, Each flower there, love, Shall, like some Spirit, hallow thy vows. ENIGMA. Como now, ye fair, and listen to my story,- I veil your charms and often you embrace, You walk abroad and spend some happy hours, When you for pleasure range the gay parterre Declare my name, and win the wish'd for Prize. THE BASHFUL MAN. Written by himself, in a letter to a friend. I labour under a species of distress which I fear will at length drive me utterly from that society in which I am most ambitious to appear;-but I shall give you a short sketch of my present situation, by which you will be enabled to judge of my difficulties. My father was a farmer of no great property, and with no other learning than what he had acquired at a charity school; but my mother being dead, and I an only child, he determined to give me that advantage which he fancied would have made him happy, viz. a learned education, and I was sent to a grammar school, and from thence to the University, with a view of qualfying for holy orders. Here having but a small allowance from my father, and being naturally of a timid and bashful disposition, I had no opportunity of rubbing off that native aakwardness which is the fatal cause of all my unhappiness, and which 1 begin to fear will never be amended. Sir Thomas Friendly, who lives about two miles distant, is a baronet with an estate of about £2000 per annum, adjoining to that I purchased. He has two sons and five daughters, all grown up, and living |