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The gloom of night, that conjures up to view And when he sinks, replete with purple granOf coward man an host of guilcy fears,

deur, To me more grateful far than gairish Sol,

And paints the golden scenery of the west, When his broad eye Spring's budding Pour from thy pipe a soft mellifluous carol, scenery cheers.

And add new transport to mine evening walk. I sought a neighb'ring grove, where downy Go, jetty bird, and with thy faithful mate sleep

Seek some fit spot, and rear a clay-built home; Buried in sweet oblivion all my cares; And with parental fond solicitude Waking, 1 shunn'd the savage haunt of men, Protect and feed, and teach your young to And since have liy'd on leverets and hares.

And when the devastative blast of death Yet still my heart some social feelings own: Shall sweep you to oblivion's disky cave, Yes, still

, (perhaps to my own interest Then shall your progeny (while future blind)

springs I wish to mingle in domestic scenes,

Clothe nature's vegetable sons in green) And pay my suit and service' to mane Cheerwith their matins Burton's 'rural

vale,

JOHN WEBB. O could I find some man of generous mind, With him fair freedom's blessings I'd

Haverbill, April 25, 1867. forego; By day atrend him with unwearied feet, And nightly guard him from the plundering foe.

STANZAS Pity the sorrows of a harmless brute;

To a poor sufferer's plaintive tale attend; On the cutting down of a favourite Elm. Invite me to your roof, and cheaply gain THE Elm is laid prostrate, beneath whose A faithful servant, and a constant friend.

broad shade, Hoverbill, April 20, 1807.

In childhood's bliche day, I have gambollid and
Pluckt the vi'let so fragrant, the primrose so

fair,

And plunder'd a redbreast that built her nes ADDRESS TO A BLACKBIRD;

there. On rescuing it from an idle Boy, and giving it The Elm is laid prostrate, whose favourite Liberty.

form

Long shelter'd my cot from the winter's rude FLY, jetty warbler, to thy favourite haupts,

storm; And, perend on lemon-rippin's topmost From the fervours of Phabus it prov'd a kind.

twig, Chaunt the glad hymn to freedom and to When summer's bright splendors illumin'd

my scene. 'Till Echo, starting from her mossy cell, Catch the soft sounds, and waft them down No more shall the wryneck, those branches the vale.

among,

In April's glad era attune his plain song; To me thy welfare and thy song is dear; Nor the blackbird, secure in the shady reI rescu'd thee from slavery and death, And with a pleasure tyrants never feel Shall cheer Burton-Vale with his carols so Bade thee to taste the bliss of liberty, And fit as fancy wills thro' wilds of air.

No more on its boughs the gay thrushes shall Go, jetty minstrel, seek thy favourite haunts, sing, And, tell the feather'd partner of thy choice, Nor goldfinches hail the commencement of In language only known to plumy lovers,

spring : The reason of thy absence, thy confinement Depriy'd of their perches, the musical choir, In wicker prison, of thy liberation,

Replete with regret, to the thickets retire. By hand humane; and for my kind attention Chaunt thy deliverer many a thankful song, The solemn-fac'd owl, who in midnight's still And leave ingratitude to tharkless man.

reign,

Embower'd in its leaves, did to Cynthia comWhen radiant morn, array'd in saffron vese plain, ture,

Expelld from his haunt, to yon steeple must Awaits the entrance of imperial Sol

fly, Bedeck'd with rogal splendors, tune thy lay, And hoot his drear song to the ghosts that To hail him welcome to my rural scene :

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Tho' the grave bird ef night, and the gay birds Pity the sorrows of a poor old eat, of day,

And give me shelter from the piercing cold To scenes more congenial arc hası’ning Within those walls where happily I've sat; away;

Oh! I shall die! then you my fate unfold+. Yet still the lov'd muse with her lyre shall

attend, and prove thro' life's course niy companion and friend.

JEMIMA, Her presence shall cheer me tho' Fortune depart,

WHO dwells in yonder little cot, Tho' sickness should taint the pure stream of And envies not the rich one's lot; my heart;

Wno ne'er will be by me forgot ? In death's sable period she'll ne'er me dis

Jemima. own, But mount with my spirit to regions un The loveliest of the village throng known.

At eve's approach she is among,

JOHN WEBE. And warbles sweet her duicet song,
Haverbild, March 3, 1807.

Jemima.
The fairest of the fair is she;
Her diligence is like the bee;

Aud often she has smil'd on me,
THE OLD CAT'S PETITION.

Jemima. By S. Y.

Who me once with a smile receiv'd, PITY the sorrows of a poor old cat,

And plighted vows which I believ'd, Whose feeble limbs scarce keep her on the And then, alas! my truth deceiv'd ? ground;,

Jemima. Whose aged eyes can scarcely see a rat;

Who, when my heart was sunk in grief, Oh! I am lame and wretchedly unsound.

And I approach'd to claim relief, My skin was once the sleekest of the kind, Shunn'd me, as if I were a thief? And dappled o'er with many a handsome spot;

Jemima. In peace I liv'd, nor did expect to find My useful deeds by ev'ry one forgot.

Yet still I love you, cruel maid,

And most 'till in the earth I'm laid,
A mother's care my tender years did guard, And soon I shall, I am afraid,
And fondly watch'd my ev'ry waking hour,

Jemima. Whene'er I rambled in the little yard,

S. Y. Or chimib'd amidst the circling woodbine

By the Banks of the Lee,
bower.

May 8, 1607.
I often too, upon the carpet laid,
Along with Buit' have snor'd the hours away,
And ivith him oft have to the orchard stray'd,

TO THE EDITOR.
And baskcd there, upon the new-nown nay.

Diar Sir, When ev’ning came, upon the watch was 1,

Will you have the kindness to insert the In ev'ry corner 'bout the spacious house:

following in your respected repository, the Iween I os for all the rais too sly,

Lady's Magazine.-The attention will oblige And rare it was that any saw a mouse.

Y. A kitten once, the pleasure of my days,

ACROSTIC. 'Til it grew up-Ob! shall I rell the lale?--To thieving took, a!d wicked were her ways: SINCE I'm consigo'dtogive my friend a priza, At length some school-boys did her life assail.

Prepare the way, ye sylphs in Cupid's care;

And with the bliss chat in your pok er lies, They tore her from me on one summer's

Reign in their hearts, and bless the happy morn,

pair : With dogs and sticks, sh! shocking to relate: K cep them from harm, ye guardian sylphs, I Then at a stake the docs her bidy torn; She fell, alas! a victim to their hate.

Safe here below, and bless'd when in the At length, alas! arriv'd that luckless morn,

grave Mly naster fro.n this cot was forc'd away;

May, 160.5.

S. Y With him took Buff, and dust poor me for. lorn,

+ S. Y. is particularly reques:ed to send to To die wird hunger on this wintry day. the publisher's an address, by which a com

munication it is wished to make to him may My mistress's ladi,

reach him.

crave,

ACROSTIC.

TO MISS TY. WELCOME is the month of May,

1. And echo sbouts it o'er the lawn: To the church we'll haste away,

NO nymph that e'er tripp'd o'er the plaine Soon as twilight spreads the morn.

Could her charms with Maria's compare; O then the fair will I present to you,

Oh! how justly the shepherds and swains Not worthier is there 'mongst the worthy

Have esteem'd her the queen of the fair! fecit

S. Y.

Tho' cheer'd by the dew-drop of morn,
May, 1805.

No lily that smild in the shade
Could such beauties display, as adorn
The soft cheeks of my beautiful maid.

II.
HAND BILL

At her smile, which the graces attend,
Circulated by a Seateb Innkeeper, whose Name

The sad scenes of anxiety fly, is Gass, wbo bas set up an Inn at South

And the wretched are sure of a friend, port, Norb Mesles, near Ormskirk; a re

If they catch but the glance of her eye. anerkable fine Batbing-place.

The nymphs of the valley and grove

My heart once delighted survey'd; LET Weymouth boast its nymphs of royal But what taught it the raptures of love, blood,

Were the charms of my beautiful maid.
And Margate glory in old Ocean's flood,
Proudly exult in many a Cockney face,

III.
And puff the pleasures of a donky race; Oh! would that kind fate had ordain'd
Brighton rejoice to see its prince's train,

Me thy heart and affection to share!
Its painted beauties on the walks of Steine.

I would boast of the prize I had gaind, Ask not at Meoles such wond'rous things to As I moisten'd thy cheek with a tear. see,

Thy pleasure should ever be mine,
We've nothing here save health, longevity; And by thee ev'ry action be sway'd;
If these have no attractions, keep away, I could all other pleasures resign
For sickness shuns this place, as night shuns

For the sake of my beautiful maid.
day.
No gamesters here, deep skill'd in loaded

IV.

On! how happy, thrice happy, my lot, Nor guilty brothels, the abodes of vice;

Could Maria my wishes approve; Yet simple sports we have, in these our gain,

My repinings would all be forgot
Nurses of health, and purchas'd without pain..

As I kne't at the altar of love.
For hark! the rippling tide calls to the shore,
Where rests the anxious seaman on his oar,

Each morning by happiness blest
In expectation soon his boat to fill;

Should my fond adoration be paid, Fast Hoss the tide, he cries, and ev'ry wind is

And the ev'ning would lull me to rest still.

In the arms of my beautiful maid. They haste on board, but oft á pearly tear

y. Steals doen some lovely cheek, appalld with fear;

So, my heart, which the virtues have taught Embolden'd once the vast abyss to try,

All the storms of misfortune to brave, They pluck new courage from their victory,

When fate shail ordain it my lot, Propose another voyage, and fix their plan Unrepining will sink in the grave: To visit Blackpool, or the Isle of Man.

For in yonder bright regions of peace, Otiders will cross dark Ribble's turbid wave

Where rewards due to virtue are giv'n, To taste of Crookel's best, then back to

These eyes, when all sorrows shall cease, bathe.

Will review their lov'd Mary in heav'n.

SALISBURIENSIS. Dame Fiora likewise decks, with flowrets

,' And many 24, unknown plant, our gay para

SONG. Whilst Neptune's Naiads strew their fav’rite shells

"CATHLIEN, NOLAN' Upon these shores; to please young beaus and From 2. Translation of the ancient Irisb*. belles.

By W.M.TR
Haste then to Gası, ail you who seek for health,
Without whose presence vain is all your-

1. wealth. Good are his wines, his beds both neat and WHEN o'er the craggy mountain's sides mim:

The dewy cloud of evcuing glides, He'll sy to please you, ladies, pray please

Videó Wild Irish Gid'--Vol. II. p. 12.

dice,

terre;

And sparkles in the sun's last beams;

'Tis not that now the daisied field, Whilst tripping o'er its summit, seems

The lark's shrill carol, or the cuckoo's note, Lovely as this, my Cathlien Nolan. To Nature's votary can yield Her forehead to the dazzled sight

A greater bliss than when, in ice-hung coat, Shines as the native pearl; as bright

Stern Winter spread his gloom around, Her spiral locks as burnish'd gold :

Hail'd by the night-bird's shriek, and tem. Would to her charms my breast were cold,

pest's dreary sound. And I'd forgot sweet Cathlien Nolan!

'Tis not for this I hail thee, Spring! II.

But that more oft my

- I shall view:

Then haste thee, borne on Zephyr's wing, When, as the bounding doe, she trips

In vest of violet's bue! The green-wood o'er, with airy steps,

And when with her I fondly stray, Brushing away the glistening dew,

Strew with thy sweetest flow'rs our way! O then how lovely to my view

Oft then, amid yon distant glade,
Seems my dear maid, my Cathlien Nolan!
Loose o'er her arm her mantle flies,

Beneath the spreading hawthori's shade,

I'll clasp her panting in my arms;
To cut the branch of flame* she hies,
Whilst in her band the axe bright gleams;

And, free from envy's jaundic'd eye,
I know not then which noblest seems,

Or prying curiosity,

Hang with fond rapture o'er her glowing
The Saxon king, or Cathlien Nolan.

charms.
If these the joys thou bidst me taste,
Hither Spring, O! hither haste!

For these I hail thee with my early song,
SONNET,

. And welcome thee, and wish thee long! Written on Sunday the 7th of December, 1606. '

STANZAS
By W. M.T.
HOW. sweet the morning! scarce a passing

Written at EVERTON* on Sunday Morsing. cloud

By W. M. T. Shadow s heav'n's blue expanse, serenely bright!

O COULD I for life, freed from every care, Nature seems lovely e'en 'midst winter's As pensive, as blest, as serene, blight.

Nor feeling one lingering wish to be there, The hedge-row birds, with merry pipe and Thus gaze on the world's joyless scene!

loud, Hail the faint sun.-Retiring from the crowd, 'Tis the morning of rest, scarce a murmur is The dull and vain, I gaze with calm de

driven light,

Before the soft current of air; And joy deep-felt, upon the beauteous 'Tis so still that an angel might whisper from sight

heaven, Which glows around and feel it, as I should. To soothe the cold breast of despair. O lovely morn! shining 'midst winter's

And happy is he who chus raptur'd can gaze gloom, An earnest of the spring's reviving ray!

On nature's bright prospects; and view Thou seem'st to me like pleasure's short. With pity the bosom where guilt ever preys, liv'd day,

Or the cheek mark'd by sorrow's pale bue. Brightning amid misfortune, to illume The child of sorrow on his weary way,

For oh! 'eis not theirs, when retir'd from

mankind, And bid him hope that better days will

This calmness of soul to attain;
For, where guilt or misfortune oppresses the

mind,

In solitudet keenest's the pain.
ODE

And not as now happy I long can remain,
ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING.

'Tis a bliss too extatic to last;

And sconi, młngling again with the dull and the By W.M.T.

vain, 'Tis not that winter's mists recedë

P'U forget the sweet moments I've passd! From green-clad hill and flow'ry dead,

* An eminence overlooking the town of

L This is literally translated: in the lan- t " O seek not, Lesbia, the sequester'd dale, guage of prose it is fire-wood.

Or bear thou to its shades a tranquil heart.' # The king of England is still called by the

ANNA SEWARD common Irish · Riago Sasseanachi

This does not altogether agree with the IF"ild Irish Girls' doctrine of Lavater.

come.

FOREIGN NEWS.

St. Petersburgh, March 6. four of our merchantment, which came IN the room of the guards and the from the Levant, and sent them to Catother troops sent to Poiand, in sledges, taro. we have only the country miliria for a Finckenstein, April 9., A corps of 400 garrison. A number of light troops Prussians, who embarked at Konigs. from Asia are passing through this berg, and landed on the peninsula opcity. Our preparations continue; all posite Pillau, advanced towards the vil. the troops that fought at Eylau are to lage of Carlsberg. M. Manguernaud, have a largess. Medical men have been aide-de-camp of marshal Lefebvre, sent to the army, where the number of marched towards that place with a few. wounded is very great. A great many men. He manæuvred so dexterously cannon are also gone from our arsenal. that he took the 400 Prussians, among

Though general Bennigsen was some whom were 120 cavalry. days since threatened with the loss of Several Russian regimen's have enhis command, and the emperor's favour, tered Dantzic by sea. The polish lehe still coptrives to retain it. He has gion of the north, and their commander, not only what is called the Livonian prince Michael Radzivil, have greatly party against bim, supported by Bux. distinguished themselves. They took howden, his sworn enemy, but likewise about 40 Russian prisoners. The siege the majority of the Russian generals, is carried on with activity. The bata and many natives, who are displeased tering train begins to arrive. at seelog the greatest army the Ruse There is nothing new at the different sians ever had on foot under the com- posts of the army. mand of a foreigner. General Ben The emperor-is returned from the nigsen's first adjutant, who is more the excursion which he made to Mariencommander than himself, is a native of werder, and the tête de pont on the VisAlsace. The party against Bennigsen tula. He reviewed the i2th regiment is also supported by several of the mi• of light infantry, and the orderly gons nisters. They wished to persuade the d'armes. emperor to appoint Michelson in Ben A thaw has begun in the country, nigsen's place; but the emperor, re and in the lakes and small rivers with collecting the conduct of old Kamen- which it is filled.

Still there is yet no skoy, rejecred the advice. It cannot appearance of vegetation. .. be concealed that great discontents pre Tborn, April 12. For this week past vail against the government and the very considerable movements have been present war.

observed among the French troops, and Trieste, April 3. We have still in it is particularly remarked that their our road Russian and English frigates, centreis greatly reinforced. The neighas weli as cutters, which greatly annoy bourhood of Willenberg is covered with the navigarion of neutrals, and do much soldiers. Fresh French troops arrive mischief to our traders. As late as yes. here daily from the interior of Ger. terday a notice was posted up at the ex- many, where they are replaced by others change, that the English had stopped froin France. A convoy of heavy ar. VOT. XXXVIII,

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