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"Tis not the heap of dust this tomb contains,
This wreck of nature forms not his remains.
But truth, and worth, plain, simple, and sincere,
By friends long felt, now hallow'd by their tear ;
And manners mild, affectionate and kind,
The faithful mirror of his candid mind.
Temp'rate and prudent, regular and just,
His guardian care still active to its trust.
Sparing in words, but speaking in the deed,
No narrow sect pal'd in his christian creed :
Deed without show, his evangelic plan;
He worshipp'd God by doing good to Man:
In peace, he passed his rev'rend length of days,
Nor courted, nor contemn'd the public praise;
But Mem'ry careful of a good man's fame,
A civic wreath, here, twines around his name,
And still in death, the fond attachment bears,
Which grac'd his life, and crown'd his silver hairs.
These, the remains which burst the narrow room,
Live..and come forth from CAMPBELL's honour'd
Twas thus the proud Napoleon said
While Europe's leaguer'd banners fled,
While blighted monarchs crouch'd to die
At the black light'nings of his eye,
While kingdoms wither'd at his tread
"Twas thus the proud Napoleon said :
* Onward ! soldiers, bolder on!
Give me the cliffs of Albion !
Think how firm our laurel sits
Stiff with the blood of Austerlitz,
Think of the tale that Ulm can tell,
Think of the hour when Prussia fell,
And Wagram where the mighty lie,
red grave of Germany!
Think how we crush'd and mock'd and chid,
The rebel boasters of Madrid.
Think, think of these; press bolder on
And give me, give me Albion!
Oh! 'twill be easy to beguile
The monarch of a paltry isle,
To teach the dolt my chains to wear,
And thank me for the life I spare!
Then on my comrades, bolder on,
And give me, give me Albion!
Abore each lie-ennobled clod,
Each hero, saint, and demi-god,
Each plodding dunce of glory's school,
The drunkard Greek, the Swedish fool,
Above all these shall Fame install,
The iron emperor of Gaul !
Then onward ! let my tri-color
Lash the dull fogs of Britain's shore,
Then onward ! and in British blood,
We'll quaff the meed of hardihood.
Then onward ! and your chief enrobe.
The spangled monarch of the globe !"
And shall he come, the demon foe ?
And shall he reign-By Brunswick, no!
While royal Mary's magic smile
Shall warm and animate our isle,
What sluggard, lest that princely eye
Should weep the fall of royalty,
And lest the calm majestic grace,
Should struggle in a Gaul's embrace,
What sluggard would not fence the shore,
And trample on the tri-colòr
TO A PHYSICIAN,
FROM THE FRENCH OF MONTREUIL.
RAYMOND, thou hast bencath thy care
Sylvia, the fairest of the fair!
Who treats with cruel scorn each lover:
Her rigour daily to the grave
Dooms thousands whom her
And thou may'st half the nation save,
If Sylvia thou wilt not recover.
ADDRESSED TO THE HON. MRS. FRANCES PRESTON, ON THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE NEW YEAR, BY IIER AFFECTIONATE HUSBAND,
BY THE LATE WILLIAN PRESTON, ESQ.
paint no fictions in these homely strains,
Dissembled joys, imaginary pains:
Yet once again, the fond domestic throng
With Fanny comes to claim the yearly song,
I turn with pleasure to the sober task;
Who can refuse what love and virtue ask?
Who can refuse the pleasure to declare
'That fills his bosom from an offspring fair?
How can my muse the soft request decline
Of her who made that hopeful offspring mine?
My tried companion thro’ this mortal strife,
The faithful friend, the sympathizing wife.
Connected, beauteous, harmonized, and bright,
Thus seven fair Pleiads join their kindred light.
In order while the darling train attend,
Parental blessings on each head descend.
Oh lost to virtue, lost to patriot flame,
Who does not glory in a father's name!
My soul expands oft as I view the train ;
I proudly feel I have not liv'd in vain.
With placid looks my gentle Eyre appears,
Fair is the promise of thy youthful years !
May'st thou, when manly reason fills thy breast,
Be parent and protector to the rest.-
May FANNY when successive years have rolld,
The female virtues in her life unfold.
Now the gay moments few exertions ask,
Docile obedience is her only task.
With balmy Zephyrs may returning Spring
For ALGERNON returning vigour bring,
And health conspire his active thoughts to guide,
And train his footsteps where the Muses bide.
May Angeline, that like the virgin rose,
Emblem of peace, and health, in beauty grows,
In prudence mild, and gentle manners shine
The future parent of an hopeful line.
May playful GEORGE, affectionate and wild,
In manhood lose the captivating child.
In life may fairy-fac'd l'ELICIA claim
An happy portion suited to her name;
And DECIMUS, though last not least in love,
With rising life, in rising hopes improve,
And bid the dawn of morning's infant ray
Expand to fullness of the manly day.
All this, whatever space remains for me,
With eyes delighted may their mother see.
And well she merits, whose maternal fears,
And fond solicitudes pursue their years.
Revolving Time that crowns my head with snow,
And proves her faith, has seen our offspring grow;
And every day that past has summon'd fortl
New proofs of tenderness and female worth.
In life's drear journey we are made to mourn,
But peace and virtue guide her to the bourn;