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I now and then would sweep the lyre,
Isspir'd by thy benignant fire!
And one of fancy's cheats, beside
I think in this they're both bely'd.-

Fond boy! take, take thyself away,
Think what the cens’ring world will say?
Are you so hardy yet to err!
Can't these examples then deter
You from the bold, the daring chase
Of rhyming and poetic grace?
'Tis strange that folks should still be
doing

(ruin ! Those things which work their certain For human nature's such-there's none Wil stick by any friend undone. When poverty besets thy house, And robs thy pokes of every souse, What berds of constables will sally, To press thee for the standfast galley!

Apollo! give me store or pelf, Or keep your genius to yourself. If any mortal bard desires To be enfranchis'd by his fires, You teach him—that is—if you please, To write with freedom, grace, and ease, And give him store of jingling rhyme, Idea-sentiment sublime. (Methinks 'twould shew a deal more

sense, To give him store of jingling pence.) But poverty's entail'd however On him, and on his heirs forever.

Well, poverty is your undoer,
As once, I think, I said before.
And tho' a genius lugg'd to jail,
And friends at such a crisis fail
(There now you live, or right or wrong,
And pay your garnish with a song.)
Genius and you (vain youth to think,
When you were driving on the brink
of ruin and destruction fell,
Going the nearest rout to hell,
That common friends would ever use,
The means to save the dying muse ?
What person would in all the city,
Much less his friendship give thee pity?)
Genius and you are sent to jail,
For Hartshorn never takes such bail.
Thus sense and genius cannot awe
The awful arbiters of law.
Fell Poverty! what horrid curse,
Leveld at poets can be worse
The sure concomitant of verse!
A poet rich ! the thing to dream,
Is solecism in extreme.
To starve a genius-P've no notion,
Apollo, I withdraw the motion.

POLLIO,
To be continued.

For the Emerald.

SYMPATHY. CHILD of virtue and compassion, Thee I grateful homage pay, Listen to my invocation, Fire my soul, direct my lay ; Glowing cheeks and flowing tresses Shine refulgent as the morn; Soothing arts and mild caresses Mark the soul which they adorn. When thou hear'st the mournful ditty Of the fatal sons of grief ; Let pellucid drops of pity, From thine eyes inspire relief. When thou see'st man's reputation Poison'd by detraction's dart ; Deign to bring him consolation, Feel his woes and bear a part. When the child of dissipation, Is by vices led astray : Instigated by compassion, Point to virtue as the way. Hail, fair Goddess ! I adore thee, Sympathy, I call thy name : All shall pay their vows before thee, All shall celebrate thy fame, Įdor, Like the Sun which bursts its splen. From the mist envelop'd sky, Like the zephyrs soft and tender, , Causing hazy clouds to fly ; Thou can'st from a mind dejected Drive the mists of care away ; By thy soothing art protected, Virtue will its leaves display. Let thy altars be regarded, Let thy flame of pity shine, Vice from thee shall be discarded, Virtue, be forever thine. Let thy honours be admired, I prove ; Heaven born peace, thy hand-maid And whene'er thou art required, Soften pity into love.

ORVILLE.

For the Emerald.

SONG.

Wrex Phæbus from the gates of day,

Directs his faming car
Vapours in vain obstruct his way,

And wage rebellious war.
He mounts sublime dispelling night, .
And beams afar his sacred light.
When lowing clouds of care oppress,

Bright Reason's eye to blind, 'Tis thus superior to distress,

Appears the noble mind. Ah! blest who knows when care is near, The bappy art to persevere.

AXARANTUUS.

For the Emerald.

For the Emerald.
SONG.

SONNET.
From her soft nest the plover tries O THOV ! from whom in many a varied
To lure the wanton boy ;

ray Now here she siags, now there she flies, Celestial Virtue condescends to shoot : His footsteps to decoy.

In whom all arts of handicraft take root, Deluded from the secret place

Thou who canst dance, draw teeth, and By her deceptiens art,

paint and pray: The little thief is from the chase,

A godly saint or Cebiesco gay: CompePd at length to part.

All trades thy parti-colour'd genius suit,

To puff the chemic fire & puff the flute, Then soon she sees her love appear, Thon, millepede of science, hear my lay, On rapid pinion's borne,

(For sure dame Nature when she forma And hails in liquid notes sincere,

- thy clay, Her constant mate's return.

Her shreds and clippings in thy carcase To him, with pleasure speaking eyes,

thrust, She tells her cunning tale,

And gave thee, her varions works to And daily finds new joys arise,

sean:) Where truth and art prevail, O multifarious, fag end genius say AMARANTHUS How mean, how high, how abject, how

august, For the Emerald.

How shallow and how complicate is

man!

FLORIO

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Drive the tyrant Discord hence,
Let lis curst dominion cease,

For the Emerald.
Fill the bowl and show your sense,

A CRITICAL MOMENT.
By your love of wine and peace...

Imitated from Prior.
What have we to do with strife ?
Mirth’s the business of our life.

"May a true word spoke in jest, in Let the world their hearts perplex, We abhor its rigid rules,

Thus, to lus love a Frenchman cries Toil and trouble well may vex

Who had a mind to moralize,

How frailis man, Lor: dim his eyes ;
All the herd of busy fools.
We avoid their idle strife,

This truth my dear I plainly see,
Mirth's the business of our life.

That all mankind short siglited be.

“ Dim are our eyes" (says she,) alas Warming ercry social soul,

(For one of her's was made of glass) Friendship shall her vous employ, “We are all blind"--scarce had spoke it, To supply the sparkling bowl,

But down she dropt the eye and broke it. From the fount of love and joy."

PHILOS. Proving to the sons of strife, Mirch's the business of our life.

For the Emerald.

SONG.
For the Emerald.

Ilow pale the hopes of lovers are

Like clouds that skirt the morning EPIGRAM.

skies, On a Fustice of the Peace. And tho’inconstant as they're fair, Do you ask why painter's so commonly We still the soft delusion prize. mind,

[blind? So fair, so fickle, do they prove, To draw madam Justice all mufied and They vanish at ascending day,

"I'll tell you right. Such are the hopes, the views of lore, So many bad men are idecked out with

So soon the prospect fades away.
her ninie,
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ANARANTHUS That could she bat see this disgrace to her fames 1 She'd die of spight.

BELCHER &

ARMSTRONG, Printers, :31 W4W 3T No. 70, State-Street.....Boston.

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acquaintance, nor could I decently ORIGINAL PAPERS.

refuse an invitation to dinner from a near relation of my wife. Mr. II.

was when I left town, what is called a THE WANDERER,

fore-handed tradesman; but, having

taken a share in some successfui No. XXXVIII.

speculations to the West Indies,

now assumes the title of merchair. Grown ten times perter than.before, I expected at my friend's house Whatever word you chance to drop, to enjoy a plain family dinner and The travell’d fool your mouth will stop: was not a little disappointed when "Sir, if my judgment you'll allow I learnt that much company had "I've seen-and sure I ought to know.»

who

been invited by my friend's sen, So begs you'd pay a due submission,

had lately returned from Europe, And acquiesce in his decision. and who, I afterwards discovered,

Merrick. was not pleased by my making one The liberty of complaining is of the party. As it was a full hour said to abate half our woes.

That after the arrival of most of the comthis is true so far as respects the pany before dinner was announced, minor mortifications to which man the interim was employed in conis subjected in his communications versation, in which from my age with society, the Wanderer is wil- and the relation I bore to the family ling to admit and without hesitation I expected to take some part; but, lays before his readers the letter of having unluckily never been with a splenetic correspondent.

out the limits of the Common

wealth, I was obliged to be almost 10 THE WANDERER,

silent, as every subject was tortured, Sir,

by my young kinsman and his friend After a quiet residence for five Mr. T., who accompanied him in and twenty years in a remote part his travels, into a reference to some of the state, where I never felt a foreign country, or ended in a dedesire to return to the capital, which scription of some European custom. peculiar reasons induced me to a- An observation was made by one bandon, I was called very recently of the company, that the weather to visit your city much against my had been excessively dry during the inclination, and have here witnessed present season. Now, Sir, the a species of foppery, with which, weather is a topic, of which every until a few days since, I was wholly body can converse, and I was enterunacquainted.

ing into a comparison of this with Once a resident in Boston, I could some former summers and intendtiot but recollect some of my oldled to hazard some .conjecturcs re

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But no op

garding the change, which has tak-culture, judging that on this subject in place in our climate since my the sparks must necesarily be silent; recollection, but was interrupted by brit here again I was mistaken; for some loud observations of the trav- they immediately expressed their ellers on the weather of Montpellier contempt of American husbandry, and the sterility of that part of the and began an elaborate description Roman territory which is intersect- of the high-cultivation of France, ed by the Appian way. Though I which was represented as possesshave been a book traveller and rec- ing within itself all the luxuries, all «lected that the sterility in question the conveniences of life. As they was rot owing to dryness, but to appeared so heartily to despise their excessive wetness of sitnation, I own country, I next attempted to thought opposition woukl be vain say something of the political afsad suffered them to proceed. fairs of Europe, (for at home I have

At the first intermissions of their the reputation of being a profound volubility, I expressed my astonish-politician and have been repeatedly nient at the number and elegance solicited to come representative to of the buildings, which bad been the General Court.) erected ce my residence in town, portunity was allowed for the disbut was stopped short by Mr. T., play of my abilities, for it was inwho asserted that no man could stantly declared, that Bonaparte rulknow what magnificence was, un- co the destinies of Europe, and the iess he visited London and Paris, travellers at the same time con:and proceeded to describe St. Paul's menced a description of this vonCathedral and the Palais de St. derful man in so loud a tone, that Cloud. A demure looking gentle- neither could be distinctly heard man, who I learnt was a large real and had not dinner. been opporestate holder, and had a concern in tucly announced to stop their vocifSeveral corporations, appeared to erations, I believe the gentlemen feel some displcasure at this sweep- would actually have quarrelied for ing condemnation of our architec-precedency in the narration. ture ; and seemned determined to At talle I expected conversation draw forthi something in praise of would take a different tuin, as Virs. our own country by mentioning H. and her two daughters were prethe spirit for public improvement, sent, but though the young ladies which had evinced itself in bridges, spoke of the fashions and the theatre, canals, and turnpikes, int the only it only led to encomiums on the Parieffect his remark had was to occa- sian belles and the Italian opera, in sion observations on the Wapping comparison with which the taste of and Liverpool docks, on the roads our fair countrywomen was declared of France, which, by the command to be contemptible, and our theaiof Napoleon, had been turned intorical exhibitions flat and insipid. malls shaded by trucs, and a con- Now as I had never been within the temptuous. mention by young T. walls of a theatre, and had been of the gutter, which connects the in company with few fashionable Charles with the Merrimack. ladies, except, my young cousins,

This turn in the conversation whose dresses by the way I had no Fave me some time to recollect disposition to compliment, I was inyself, and, determining not to be again necessitated to remain silent. excluded from the conversation, Every dish next passed under rehazarded a remark or two on-agriflricw, and the comparison between

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American and French cookery ner-foot in France or Italy. Should you - failed to turn in favour of the write a paper for their edification I ater. Finding every attempt to beg you would remind them of the Euroduce subjects in which I could fable of the Jack-daw who would be ate a part failed, I amused myself thought a Peacock. with observing how readily every topic was turned out of its natural channel in order to display the store

For the Emerald. d knowledge our travellers had amassed, and, when one of the com

TRANSLATION. rur, holding up a glass of wine, We are indebted to the Frencis versiot remarked that the colour was very

of M. Levesque for our knowledge of delicate, Vir. T. declared that the

the following fable by the Russian

poet Soumorokof. The only notice of position of the gentleman renlinded the author of which we are possessed aim of the great picture in the is derived from the same source. Stadt-house at Amsterdam, in which Soumorokuf is the founder of the one of the figures is represented

Russien drama. Elegant like Racine,

he endeavours to imitate lin in the with a glass of wine in his hand, and

conduct of his plots, but he canFas so admirably executed that an

lot penetrate the secret of our iniinEnglish amateur once offered a itable poet. In bis comedies he has thousand guineas to cut it from the too nearly imitated the nanner of the

French coinic writers without equal. Do, Mr. Wanderer, write some

ling them. llis salires are mcre hu.

morocs than profound or pointed, thing on the subject of travel'd im

but his fables are truly meritorious, pertinence in order to restrain these and we have met with no writings of cxcombs, who have spent a few this kind possessed of more rritere weeks abroad, and whose acquaint

since those of La Fontaine." ice in London has beci confined

TIE BIORALIZER... FADLE. i to Threadneedle street, and whose nrouledge of French manners and

THEKE was once a reformer of customs has been acquired at the morals, a decided admirer of greattoudoirs of the Boulevards or the ness in sentiment. lie counselled. bagdios of the palais royal, from en

and consoled the aMicted. All his crossing conversation themselves neighbors looked up to lia is a and astounding by their fippancy great man, and listened to liis pre1.95€ modest men whose perigiina- cepts as laws. llad any one been tions hare never extended nuch robbed ? had one sustained the loss beyond the limits of their rative of a child or a wifc? vás innocence town, and have nothing but sourd attacked and borreceun by oppressense and rational remarks to rec

sion? These were things of course cmend them. With great admi- and to believe him were nct crils. ration for your writings, I am, Sir,

This philoscpher had a young your humble servant,

wife.

She was beautiful. How JONATHAN HIOMEERED.

small a thing! in the eyes of a lover

a dowdy is a goddess. Lut death P.S. I have just learnt that these has little respect for love and keeps travelled gentlemen were a month no account of years, strikirs within Fngland and were most of that out discrimination tlc odindile Ste at the manufcturing towns. Svouns: Death seized in youth the They crossed the channel and spent wife of our philosopher. He, ulas! a week at Amsterdam but never set beats his breast, rends his huis, and.

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