"No hope can Aravine have now "Betrothed to your deadly foe "But while yet holds my breaking heart No longer had fhe ftrength to ftand, Pierc'd with defpair, Pawlitski mourns His hope's bright funfhine 's quickly turn'd. Returning by the river's fide, He heard the waters roar: "O Mofcua Reca! why fo clear?" "Your gloffy ftream fhall be my bier, Was it to love, attendant fprite, Thou fly'ft too late the wretch to fave, Pawlitski's plung'd beneath the wave, The ftream his pale corpfe homeward rolls, "He must not reft in holy ground," They threw him by the marfh's fide, No flowers were ftrewn upon the dead, The fiends flew up to Heaven's gate To fnatch his foul away; But our Saint, Nicholas, knelt down ftraight, At the prayers of each blefs'd faint in Heav'n, The lover's deadly fins forgiven, The fiends of hell withdrew. But ftill to purge his guilty ftains, To expiate his crime, He's doom'd to bear love's sharpest pains, And grieve th' appointed time. Near Mofcua Reca's ftream fo clear His ghoft is often feen, And ftill attentive feems to hear The words of Aravine; Or Or frantic calls upon his love, IMPROMPTU ON THE DISGRACEFUL EXHIBITION OF LORD NELSON'S REMAINS IN ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL. 'T' IS faid, "a living dog exceeds (Where gain is ne'er efteem'd a fault,) To make a how of you when dead!!! EPIGRAM ON THE SAME. BRAVE Nelfon was doubtlefs a lion in war, With terror his enemies filling: But now he is dead, they are fafe from his paw, THE WEATHERCOCK.-No. I. [From the Oracle.] Honi foit qui mal y penfe. S. D. W. WHO does not regard the Weathercock?—It is aftonishing how much the world is inuenced by the Weathercock!-Travellers, and those who stay at home; voyagers, and those who never faw the ocean all, all gaze at the Weathercock!-Now, of what does a Weathercock confift? "By throwing up a ftraw, one may eafily fee which way the wind fits"-fays the learned Selden :-ergo, a ftraw is a Weathercock. Well! wonders will never cease! The Great Nation, after murdering fome millions of people to establith a republic, have renounced republicanifm, and bend the neck and the knee to a felf-elected defpot.The Great Nation is a national Weathercock! "You know Mr. ?"" O yes, very well he is a most violent patriot." He was, but he has veered about, and has a place: are not all patriots Weathercocks ?"-" You mean, when they can get places."-" Or penfions."" Lord, Sir! what is a place without a penfion?"-" True! I cry you mercy: a place without a penfion, is a Weathercock without wind."-Yes, patriots are political Weathercocks. "A fop in the pan," fays George Alexander Stevens, "is a very ferious thing."-So is a Weathercock. I much wonder why the learned have not been more elaborate on this important fubject. But the learned cannot think of every thing. The Church!the Royal Exchange!-my Lord's ftable-and the 'Squire's fummer-houfe-Sir, there is no end of the exhibition of the Weathercock: I mean the Weathercock artificial. And then as to the exhibition of the natural Weathercock, male and female, it is without number: why, every man you efteem, every woman you admire-a puff of ambition turns one; a puff of vanity whirls the other.-Come, now, I will adduce wonderful and ftriking inftances. And first, I will begin with the Earl of ****: no, in compliment to the fex, I will begin with the Countefs No, No, no!-fair and foftly!I must first tell you who was the Inventor of the Weathercock. And fo you really do not know who was the artist that first stuck up a Weathercock? I fufpected as much; for it is aftonishing how ignorant people are of the origin of cocks. I fuppofe you know as much of a Weather cock as of a shuttlecock. Morally confidered, they are both well worthy of investigation. Í thall not fail hereafter to give you a very profound differtation on the shuttlecock. Indeed, from the most recondite inquiry and laborious research, I have difcovered that an infinity of philofophical ideas are couched under every word in the English language, terminating with ck. Nay, the word philofophick itself is an inftance-I mean, according to that legitimate lexicographer, Doctor Samuel, Johnfon; for, as to your puny whipsters, who dock fo many words of the k, I cannot put their authority in competition with that of the aforefaid Doctor: indeed, they have no authority to do any fuch thing"But-the Inventor of Weathercocks?" Have patience, Madam. Rome was not built in a day; and I must take another day to make you as wife as myself. THE WEATHERCOCK.-No. II. ÆOLUS. "The ear is never tired of his praise." SHAKSPEARE. IT is very well known, that, even in this variable climate, the Weathercock will continue at one point a confiderable time;-from minutes to hours, from hours to days. We are more particularly fenfible of this when the wind blows from the east, "neither good for man nor beaft." And it is juft as well known, that the fair creatures whom we all adore, and |