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On! I have wonder'd, like the peasant boy She, gentle heart, thinks it no pain to Who sings at eve' his sabbath strains of joy,

please, And when he hears the rude, luxuriant note, Nor, like the moody songsters of the world, Back to his ear on softening echoes float, Displays her talent, pleases, takes affront, Believes it still some answering spirit's tone,

And locks it up in envy.' And thinks it all too sweet to be his own.'

HURDIS. MOORE.

I passed on, and met the last load July had now put forth her powers:

of hay coming from a field. Owing the ripened and ripening fruit blusha

to the lateness of the hour, it could

not be stacked till the next day; but ed in every orchard, the hay was every where getting in fast, and the the appearance of heavy clouds, that corn had shot out the promising ear

seemed to foretel a tempest, made of abundance. I recollect, a sonnet

the labourers determine to get it that I wrote last year for the month

under cover that night.

was loaded with merry baymakers, of July, and as it alludes to circumstances now in point, I shall intro- riding home as it were in triumph. duce it here.

• Yon rustic chrong have left the hay-field's

toil; • The distant mower carols loud his lay, With gladsome song they cheer the home

ward way : And sweeps destruction round him as he sings;

The youth how blest should his fair partner Each flow'r that smil'd on Sunimer's opening

smile, day,

Forgotten, then, the labour of the day." Now low in death his scythe unheeding

Author's Manuscript Peetes. fings. But chief 'tis thine, Joly, to clothe the plain Having crossed a corn-field, where With the best tribute yielding earth can

waved the full-formed wheat ear, I give; The glowing sun embror ns the bending grain,

sat down for a few minutes upon a The foodíkind Nature gives, that man may stile to reflect on the occurrences of live.

the day, exclaiming with Hurdis, What though annoying heat with thee is giến,

· Here let me pause; and ere stid nigła Suill should we praise the Pow'r that guides

advance the year;

To shut the books of heav'n, look back and Without this first and noblest gift of Heav'n, Fierce famine soon would fill the world

What commendable act has sprung to day; with fear;

Ah! who can boast? The little good we do Nature would droop in everlasting light,

In all the years of life will scarce outweigla Unblest by Sol, great source of heat and

The follies of an hour.' light!'

VILLAGE CURATE, The day had been exceedingly hot I reached at length the common and sultry, not a breeze bad taught that led to the beach, and could get the leaves to tremble, and the discern, by the dim light that still horizon, was obscured by a seerning reflected from the west, the yellowmist, or, as it is often termed, a blossomed furze, Dlight, when I started for my present ramble. Although it was now “With golden baskets hung. Approach it after nine o'clock, the heat was so

For every blossom has a troop of swords oppressive, that I found it necessary Drawn to defend it. 'Tis the treasury to walk very slow. The nightingale Of fays and fairies. Here they nightly meet, bad begun her solo anthein' in a

Each with a burnish'd king-cup in his hand,

To quaff the subtil ether. Here they daoce grove, near which I passed as I Or to the village chimes, or moudy soug set ott.

Of midnight Philomel, The ringlet see

see

not,

morn

Fmtastically trod. There Oberon

Some in a water-lily glide, His gailant train leads out, the while his rllong the moon-tipt lake; torch

A rose-leaf sail their only guide, The glow-worm liglats, and dusky nigiit il Till morn begins to break: lumes:

When swift they steal to soft repose, And there they foot it featly round, and laugh.

Within each Howery cell; The sacred spot the superstitious ewe

The violet, or the blushing rose, Regards, and bites it not in reverence.

Deep in some hidden dell. A193 che drowry ciock tolls one-the cock

Author's Manuscript Poems. His ciarion sounds, the dance breaks off, the lights

Having reached the sea-side, I sat Are quenchit, the music hush'd ; they speed down on a large stone, and gazed away

over the · vast

expanse of waters, Swifter than thought, and still the break of

whose mirror-like surface was dim. Outrun, and, chasing midnight as she files, pled only by a distant boat seeking Pursue her round the globe.'

HURDIS.

its way to port; whilst, the stillness

of the air was only disturbed by the To a poetical mind there is some boatman's rude song. There is a thing in the contemplation of fairies great pleasure to most minds in listand their employments peculiarly ening to the half-heard waves, as pleasing ; and however sober reason they tremble on the beach. may laugh at the poet and his fairies, Their mildly-scienin murmur on the shore yet the poet still cnjoys a pleasure Is more than pleasing to the pensive soul; perhaps denied to sober reason. The soothing sound delights the bosom more

Than loud-tongued Pleasure's phrenzy. They are at any rate a harmless

like controu!' species of immaterial beings, and

Autbor's Manuscript Pecas, would scarcely alarm an infant's mind. Such employments as the

Notwithstanding the calmness of following are not only harmless, but the evening, there was a peculiar ap. many of them are praiseworthy; and pearance in the sky, and a sensation from those that are so let reason

in the air (better felt then described) take an example, and laugh at the

that foretold a coming storm; and fairies as much as she pleases !

an immense pile of black electrice

looking clouds in the south-east • Some on their Sylphid Queen attend, placed it beyond a doubt. I could Where soles her roseate bo r'r;

also perceive a fisherman's family, Around her dew-genm'd throne they bend,

whose hut was at no great distance Aud bring each tribute flow'r.

from me, busily employed in taking Some glide unheard where Beauty siceps,

every thing in ihat could be injured And prompt her love-traughe dreams; Some seek the spot where Sorrow weops,

by wet; whilst the fisherman and a And soothe with Hope's warm beamıs. sturdy lad where hauling a boat up

the beach, high enough to be out of Some guard the tomb where Honour lies, And weed che grass-erown space;

the reach of the waves. All this Then tid the fairest tiow'rets rise

warned me; but as I did not think To deck the builow'd place.

myself in any immediate danger, I And others lighter jnys pursue,

staid to observe a little of its proAttir'd in robes of bloom,

gress. On observing the torpid Whilst roscs glice'ting bright with dew

state of the immense sheet of water Spread round a rich perfume.

before me, apparently only slumberSome gather girlands from the flow'rs, irg to gather strength against the

To decorate their (seen,
Who deigns to share their frolic hours,

coming conflict of the elements, I Upon the eak-crown'd green.

could not help ejaculating,

wave,

* Frow tranquil now the Ocean's silver'd deceived by it. I at first hoped to As sinks the day's bright lord beneath get home before it rained, but the the tide,

storm at length grew so awfully While the soft lustre that his last ray gave violent that I wished for rain as Still tips the sails as slow the vessels glide.

one means of safety, and it at length Who, that ne'er saw its rage when tempests poured most heavily. I was in

rise, Would think, to see how calmly now it wardly thankful for it. Previous to sleeps,

my getting home, I could see at a Its surgy waves will seem to strike the skies, distance a fire, evidently occasioned When the wild whirlwind o'er its surface sweeps?

by the lightning. At the time I could Yet that it is so, yonder cliff will tell,

not tell what it was the flames were Whose crumbling sides resist the waves in destroying, but heard afterwards vain;

that it was a farm-house suvea Impellid by storms, they rush with awful

miles off. What a situation for the swell, And drag its falling atoms to the main.' sufferers to be in at such a moment!

Autbor's Manuscript Poemas. I reached my friend's house, and The clouds had now advanced found all the family got together in much nearer, and did not appear so

the kitchen, and, except the master, compact as before: but as yet no

terrified beyond description. I was lightning had burst from their cim- completely soaked through every garmerian womb. The waves began to ment, and heated excessively by the heave with an agitated swell, though

hastiness of my return.

The first as yet there was no wind. Soon a thing I did was to drink a small.glass Jight breeze sprang up that a little of brandy as a precaution against ruffled the water; but the swell, that taking cold, and the next was to still increased, appeared not to be change every article of my dress. I actuated by the wind. In a few then rejoined my friends, and we reminutes the gale increased to a per

mained together till the termination fect hurricane, and I thought it ad. of the storm, which was not until visable to return: 1 rose for that after midnight. It was so violent purpose; and as I did so, the first as to beggar all description. I will flash burst from the nearest cloud, conclude this walk with some stanzas, which had imperceptibly gained so

that are part of a small

poem much on me, as to be almost over

wrote after a similar storm; but my head. The light that the flash they can give no idea, or but a very occasioned I can only compare to

faint one, of its real violence. an immense sheet of liquid fire.

• When high Omniscience, from its sapphire A short time elapsed, and it was

throne, followed by an extremely heavy peal,

Issues a mandate for the storm to rise, or rather succession of peals, of thun- Fled is the beam that late in beauty shone,

And low'ring horror spreads along the der. I now hurried on pretty quick,

skies. for it was exceedingly dark between Impressive silence reigns throughout the air, the flashes, which were almost with Whilst livid clouds in mountain-piles ap out intermission, and each followed pear;

The direful pause seems fill'd with wild deby claps of thunder that were every

spain, time louder. I began to blame my And shudd'ring Nature owns a pang of fear. self for the folly of waiting its ap-. •The setting sun casts round a blood-red ray, proach as I had done; but its prou An awful night-fall sbuts a dreary day; gress had been so much more speedy

And whisp'ring conscience bids she guilty tean I had expected, that I was quite VOL. XXXVIII.

3 B

I once

feel,

ter'd spor,

• The Tempest comes! a liquid flash is seen, and to render the scene quite en.

That pours terrific light along the glade; A peal succeeds that shakes the groaning chanting, I saw Walsingham hosting

np the walk to join me. I stopped. green, And makes more dismal seem the murky Thus looked the first of women, shade.

said he; Nearer it comes! swift drop Heav'n's awful fires !

Thus stood Eve, veil'd in a cloud of fra Trees fall around, and mansions fiercely

grance; blaze!

Thus early, thus alone; her beav'nly form And in the blast some human form expires !

Angelic: Whilst all around is woe, and wild amaze! .but not more soft and feminine «The bad man's shrinking, seeks come shel her graceful innocence than my Ca

roline's.' He drew my arm through Hoping to hide him from the wrath of his, and we had a most delightful

Heav'n; And to the mind where sin has cast no blot ramble. The house is built in the A pang of melancholy awe is giv'n.'

modern taste, noble and convenient, Autbor's Poemss.

but small in comparison with the old one; the ruins of which, even

now, form a magnificent pile of SKETCHES FROM NATURE. building. In the time of Archibald

earl of Walsingham it was the fa A NOVEL.

mily residence, but very much out In a Series of Letters.

of repair; and he being a gay man,

preferred building a new house in the BY SOPHIA TROUGHTON, fashionable style to laying out his

money on the old castle of his anLETTER I.

cestors. Some of the materials for

building were brought away, as was Lady Walsingham to the Dowager

likewise the best of the furniture, Countess of Aubry.

and all the pictures. The back win

dows of the house command different Walsingham-Hallviews of this ancient castle ; particuI WAS so much fatigued on Tues. larly from the library, where through day night with our journey, that a vista of old trees its appearance is after dispatching a line, informing both sublime and beautitul. you of our safe arrival, { retired for But to return to our walk in the the night.

gardens, which are very extensive, I was waked the next morning and sloping with a beautiful decliby an early serenade from a thousand vity, are terminated by a clear tuneful throats. I rose, and opened stream; over which is thrown a the shut'ers.

light Chinese bridge, which leads to • The breezy morning breath'd perfume, the path in which several small tem, The opening flow'rs unveil'd their bloon.'

ples are erected. I drew the plans The scene was, inviting; I tied for some of them when in towi, I on my hat, and descended. All was have not seen them all; but one I still, save the soft responsis of the have seen, and am delighted with it. towering lark and melodious thrush, It was designed by the late accomThey were paying their morning plished lady Walsingham, and does orisons to that Almighty Power who honour to her taste. bad the morning wake for them. On a smooth green plot stands a. The flowers exhaled, an odoriferous small white building in the style of perfume. I seemed to tread, on air; an hermitage. The steps of this

enchanting little grotto are cut out as she was then with her aunt at of the greensward. Over the door the German Spa.

the German Spa. And though she are these lines:

has been more than a year in Eng« may 1 with myself agree,

land, she has never made one visit And never covet what I see;

to town; which is the more remark. Content me with an humble shade, able as solitude used to be her averMy passions tam'd, my wishes laid."

sion. Perhaps, she is displeased at The furniture is a rushy couch, another being in her place, as she cane chairs, and an oaken table. A used to be her brother's housekeeper. shelf with some books is fixed in a Yet she need not mind that; for her recess on one side of the door. From fortune is very large, and quite at the small gothic windows are pero her own disposal. ceived the glittering spires and We are in expectation of sir Harry dark turrets of the castle. The walls Champly, and the right hon. Charles are in imitation of stone, and a large Baderly. The last gentleman is from cross is rudely sculptured on one Ireland, and is expected with great side. The dashing of the cascade is impatience by Walsingham; who heard at a distance. The pleasing says, with this addition, he may murmuring of the water and the challenge all England to produce such wild romantic scenery, joined to the a party as ours will then be.--Hark! solitude of the place, raises a calm the sound of horses. I will go yet sublime sensation in the breast; down, and see if he is come; for encourages contemplation, and, as it really Adolphus has made me quite were, estranges us to the world. curious.

Wewalked round tothe front of the house, where the prospect is almost

(In continuation.) boundless. On the left, a hanging wood frowns with majestic grandeur; No, 'tis not the Irish gentleman; on the right, a beautiful sheet of but a letter for me, from London.water---adorn'd with ten lovely I may now say with Walsingham swans, and several cygnets; and in With this addition, England cannot the front never can the prospect produce a happier party than Waltire tbe view. The, lawns, the siagham will boast. park, the distant village, bounded Who do you think is on the road by the horizon only. Such is Wal- to us? O‘my dear mamma! it is singham, and your daughter the the friend of my childhood, my inhappy mistress of the whole. O estimable miss Lester, who after a my mother! that your health would five years absence is returned to her permit you to come and witness my native country; and by this early happiness! Well, I must be con favour shows she has not forgot her tent thus only to communicate it, Caroline, (although she neglected since it is impossible to see you. to write to her ;) but brings back

Having said so much of the house, the warm heart, the affectionate love, it is time to say something of the which used so charmingly to discompany. Lady Mary Brilliant, lord tinguish her. Seymore, and Mr. Linly, arrived the With what joy, what rapture, night before Mrs. Howard and I. shall I present my little Adolphus to I thought lady Julia receivee is the lovely Helen! Now, indeed, I with less affection than politeness. shall watch every carriage, and the You know she has not seen either sound of every horse's foot. I can ber brother or me since our marriage, write no more; but when this joy

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