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TO THE SAME.
WRITTEN BY JOIN LITCHFIELD, E Sg.
SPOKEN BY MRS. LITCHFIELD,
Ladies and Gentlemen,
I'VE oft heard say, PERUSE the fuirest page, and still you'll An Author's like a Merchant, and his play trace,
The bark in which is loag'd his precious
Errors excepted, the account must close. Our Author's vessel's small, and light his
et to their lot should trifling crrors fall, bargo.
press'd me, Law's writ of error is not boly wri!.
And s..id, all trembling, that if I address'i
But here I am on deck, and thus before ye,
I've learnt some lessons from the Commodore.
Let me look out, and see how matters are.
Lurks there no rock on which our brig may
split? (toibe Audience) whose approbation to No quicksands, shoals, or flats, nor no leeobtain
shore, Our bard has sought, and sometimes not in Where many a vessel has been wreck'd
storm seems brewing
A ship prepares for action--oh! beware,
An enemy bus ta'er is statiou there
His name is Critic-e'tis, I see him now, How different is the rest of him
He rises from his restless bed,
This wretch was at the horrid brink, Who never fights but when he's half-seas Forward I rush'd and seiz'd his arm, over;
And forc'd him back, secure from harm. And is well known on our dramatic ocean Amaz'd, I cried, • O insect man! By his rough sailing and unsteady motion. How wav'ring is thy every pian; He has but just left port, for well I wot Thinkst thou the fury of an hour His upper works are damag'd by grape-shot. Can all thy ills of life devour? Two other signs he has, howe'er he got 'eni, How much mistaken is thy pride, A head well brazen'd, and a copper bottom That does in that false hope contide, (pointing to tbe boels).
Since God has form'd our dying day; (To the Gallery) But you, my honest friends, Reflect on that, and go thy way:.. stow'd in the shrouds,
With that I left grim misery's child; Who speak in thunder from your birth, the His eye-balls fash'd, he scornful smil'd. clouds;
Contemptuous reas'ner,' loud he cried, You, like true sai'ors, never hardly press And core a picture from his side: When you behold a vessel in distress, Behold you this! O emblem dear, For well you know, who rule the subject of sainted angels we revere ! wave,
My love by death to heav'n has filed, When it is time to punish, when to save- Her body number'd with the dead. Eager the haughty open fne to bend,
Think after this that I'll exist!' As to chastise a neutral hollow friend: His tears flow'd fast-the shade he kiss'd. If our ship's crazy, take her into low, . Come, clasp me fast, now welcome Deatha' Safely she'll sail under your weather bow; The king of terrors caught the breath, For should she prove, alas! a cast-away, For, lo! he sprang the dreadful steep, Our bard's third night will be a banyan day. In heav'n to love or hell to weep. (To the Side Boxes)--I.adies, between decks, Confus'd and fix'd each trembling limb, if your favouring gales
My soul pour'd only thoughts on bım. You lend to fill the Poet's trembling sails, He's gone-he's dead! a heartfelt sigh His summer voyage won't turn out a dream; O'ercame my soul, and tears each eye. • His boat sails freely boch with wind and So when amid the Ganges' roar, stream;?
The nighty eagle in his soar Early the Critic sea she's wafted o'er, Views the young bird with piercing eyes And gains triumphantly the wish'd-for shore. And, pouncing, dooms the thing to die, I'll to the Author, and dispel his fear, The sailor hears its tender cries, And say, his goods have found a market And pity darkens both his eyes. here;
With sorrow'd heart my senses trac'd, I'll say, too, for I think I guess aright, Nature by this foul deed defac'd. Here you will rendezvous to-morrow night. I sigh'd a pray’r, to save his soul;
For pray'r o'er Mercy las controul.-
Sweet hope shall hover with her wings,
ON THE SURRENDER OF DANTZIC.
And, mounting on thy golden wings, With visions fair may he be blest!
I strike my humble-sounding lyre; Contentment fans his rosy face,
And, kindling with etherial fire, On her attends each blooming grace :
Aloft my spirit springs. He sleeps, the man by Heaven chose
And soaring to Parnassus' blooming plains To picture health and sweet reposcom I hail thee, daughter of inspiring straps!
And then, while Picy's tear obscures my eye,
Come Death, the weary wretch's friend, For hapless Dantzic's fate I'll deeply sigh.
Come quick to my relief; Once noble city! proud and free,
Open the grave, and make me room,
And let me be at peace. Blest with fair Liberty, thou stood : But war and carnage, stain'd with blood, Yet ah, be hush'd each murmuring words Their lances aimed at thee.
and cach rebellious sigh be still: Then fled bright Freedom with unsteady wing, Father, I bow beneath Thy rod, And thy brave Poles obey'd a Prussian king.
And yield my wishes to Thy will.
Sorula TROUGHTON Then didst thou murmur, and with high
disdain Scorn the proud victor, and despise his rein. Burt, now, far greater woes are thine; THE POOR MAN'S COMPLAINT.
In terrors clad, chy foes surround And hurt thy turrets to the ground,
| Addressed to the assessor, on bis requiring him With many a fatal mine.
to destroy bis dog, or to enter it, in order to And see, like Nero, false Napoleon stands,
pay for it.) Fell son of Mars, the bane of happy lands. WHILE the rich and the great in their
luxuries roll, Lo! D'Enghien's death hangs low'ring on his
And fortune's indulgences prove; brow,
Oh how can you wish to deprive me of peace, With Austria, Hanover, and Prússia's woe.
And take the poor dog that I love!
Misfortune on me all her vials has pour'd; Tear or displace each cott'ring crown;
And Law, with his aspect so grim, And monace woe to thee.
Has robb’d' me of all that could comfort For o'er thy cow'rs the tyrant rears his bestow, sword,
And nothing is left but poor Trim. And death, or mean submission, is the word.
By a landlord severe I was curn'd from my
farm, And, ah! thy fainting warriors strive in vain
From comfort and competence hurl'd; The ills of doubtful battle to sustain.
A flaw in my lease gave the villain a plea No ally, now, can succour send
To turn me adrift on the world.
Two boys, the dear product of conjugal love, Unable to contend.
When they saw me gaunt Poverty's prey, Wide are thy portals to the victors thrown; Left me and my cot, and betook to the seas, And, ah! a tyrant's will becomes thine own.
And fell in Trafalgar's proud day.
The wife of my bosom, whom twenty years Affrighted, from the mournful view I turn,
since The rage of fickle Gallia's sons to mourn.
Hled blushing to Hymen's blest fane, And oh Thou Power that rul'se the seas!
O'erwhelin'd by the tidings, her mind felt a Protect Britannia's gallant band,
shock, And save their navy-girdled land From horrors such as these;
And, to heighten my grief, grew insane. And grant their soy'reign, from his native What misforcune has left, and stern law throne,
would not take, May see the wiles of ev'ry foe o'erthrown! Can you more inhuman desire ? MARY ELIZABITH
Can justice, or reason, or policy claim
The sacrifice which you require?
There's no one can charge him with ill;
He never at midnight's still hour sought the WRITTEN BY MOONLICHT.
The innocent lambkin to kill,
Ye sportsmen, my Trim never mari'd your
He never destroy'd a poor hare;.
Nor e'er did my hand place the mischievous The midnight hour strikes on my ear, The world is sunk in sleep;
The game which you prize to ensnare. But I my watchful vigils keep,
Now whilst you assess, forbear to oppress, Yet only wake ts weep.
Nor strive to augment my thick gloom. Far absent every friend from me,
Why seek to destroy the small pitcance of And every joy is filed;
joy And keen Despair dwells in my breast, That is granted on this side the tomb. For even Hope is dead.
Haverhill, August 10, 1807, Joux W53
Therefore in time a warnıng take,
Ye widow ladies great and small, Lest in the grass you find a snake,
As was the case with Mrs. Hail.
ON SEEING A GENTLEMAN APPROACH &
DISTRESSED FEMALE TO RELIEVE HLR.
TO A YOUNG LADY, Whom the author hy chance saw at a place of
public amusement, an ; occurrence ubicb can
never be obliterated from bis minde WHO lives o'er yonder distant hills, Ah! far beyond those fossing rills; Where yonder moon her lustre fills-?
'Tis Harriet. Who is the maid I chance did meet, With lovely form and manners sweet, Who smiling kindly me did greet-m?
'Twas Harriet. Who wore a little tippet bluc, When near her beauteous form I drew; My heart enraptur'd to her tiew?
Sweet Harriet! When my address she deign'd to take, In my poor heart a wound did make, Which I must bear for her dear sakc.
Oh! Harriet! Though many miles do us divide, I still will in the maid contide : Oh! let not ill my truth betide,
Dear Harriet! To this lov'd spot I'll oft repair, When seasons different liseries wear. To Heaven l'll raise a su pliant pray's
For Harriet. The lonely star that cheers the night, And adds a ray of cuvinkling light, Shall witness bear to all my plight
For Harriet. The gentle zephyrs, as they fly On baimy wings, shall bear a sigh, And guard it through the aerial sky
To Harriet. Ah! gentle maid! that sigh receive, "Twill say I for thy sake do grieve, And how my troubled breast does heave;
Kind Harriet! Oh! to the gale one sigh consign, And let me hope to call thee mine; For thee I'd all the earch resign,
My Harrier! July 29, 1804.
NEW COMEDY CALLED
FROM WORDSWORTH'S POEMS. I TRAVELL D among
unknown meng In bands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
Nür will I quit thy shore
Tolove thee inore and more.
Thejoy of my desire;.
Beside an English fire.
The bowers where Lucy play'd; And thine is, too, the last green field,
Wluich Lucy's eyes survey'd!
YOUNG Verdict was a la:vyer gay,
Wbo of our town surpassed . 1; He went one ev’ning to the play,
And fell in love with Mrs. Hall. But wicked man will oft betray,
Attornies do it worse than all; For when le'd nam'd the wedding-day,
He ran away from Mrs. Habla
East Prussia, July 14. July, in Kronstadt, by the resident ON the 11th instant, their majesties Americans, about forty in number, the king and queen of Prussia arrived Lewet Harris, the general consul of again at Memel.-The emperor Alex- the Uoited States, presided. Various ander passed through Riga on his return Russian officers were present, and toasts to Petersburgh on the same day. in honour of America and Russia were
St. Petersburgh, July 18. The em- drank; the last of those enumerated is, peror Alexander arrived here at eleven " The Freedom of the Seas.' in the evening of the 16th instant, and Since the 1st July, 0. S. the mani. not on the morning of the 15th, as was festo of last January, respecting the asserted. The mistake arose from a merchants of Russia, has been put in discharge of capnon at four on the execution to its full extent. morning of the isth, which was ima- Warsaw, July 20. The Austrian plea gined to proceed from the arrival of the nipotentiary, zeneral St. Vincent, left emperor, but which, as we afterwards this city on the 15th instant for Vienna. learned, announced the celebration of Baron Von Stutterheim, who had been peace. On the 15th, thanksgivings sent to Tilsit with particular instrucwere offered up in every church on ac- tions, arrived there on the gth, after count of the peace." Their majesties, the peace with Russia and Prussia had the empresses Elizabeth and Maria, been already concluded. Two days afwith the grand dukes and duchesses, terwards he again left Tilsit. repaired in the state carriage, accom. The queen of Prussia continued in panied by all the attendants of the Tilsit only twenty-four hours; she was court, out of the Taurus Palace, to the received at some distance from the town cathedral church of the Holy Virgin, by a battalion of French horse guards, where a solemn service was performed; who escorted her to the quarters at and in the evening the whole city was which she alighied with thể honours illuminated.
due to her. Yesterday, the 17th, the happy re- Milan, July 20. The intelligence of turn of the beloved Alexander was pub- the conclusion of peace has spread here licly celebrated again. His majesty, universal joy. We have learned at the the empresses Elizabeth and Maria, ac- same time, that the Russian troops in companied by all the attendants of the Carraro have received orders to surcourt, repaired to the cathedral church, render that place, as well as Castel where the great officers of the empire Nuovo, to the French troops, and to emwere assembled, and attended divine bark immediately for Russia. worship. On his return, the emperor Berlin, July 23. The emperor Nap' was received with loud huzzas by the poleon has sent to the emperor of Rus?
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