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The gloom of night, that conjures up to view And when he sinks, replete with purple granOf coward man an host of guilty fears,

deur, To me more grateful far than gairish Sol,

And paints the golden scenery of the west, When his broad eye Spring's budding Pour from thy pipe a soft mellifluous carol, scenery cheers.

Andadd new transport to mine evening walk. I sought a neighb'ring grove, where downy Ga, jetty bird, and with thy faithful mate sleep

Seek some fit spot, and rear a clay-built home; Buried in sweet oblivion all my cares; And with parental fond solicitude Waking, I shunn'd the savage haunt of men, Protect and feed, and teach your young to And since have liy'd on leverets and hares.


And when the devastative blast of death Yet still my heart some social feelings own: Shall sweep you to oblivion's drisky cave, Yes, still, (perhaps to my own interest Then shall your progeny (while future blind)

springs I wish to mingle in domestic scenes,

Clothe nature's vegetable sons in green) And pay my 'suit and service' to man- Cheer with their matins Burton's rural kind!


JOHN WEBB. O could I find some man of generous mind, With him fair freedom's blessings I'd Haverbill, April 25, 1807.

forego; By day attend him with unwearied feet, And nightly guard him from the plundering foe.

STANZAS Piry the sorrows of a harmless brute;

To a poor sufferer's plaintive tale attend; On the cutting down of a favourite Elm. Invite me to your roof, and cheaply gain A faithful servant, and a constant friend.

THE Elm is laid prostrate, beneath whose

broad shade, Haterbill, April 20, 1807.

In childhood's blithe day, I have gambollid and

play'd, Pluckt the vi'let so fragrant, the primrose so


And plunder'd a redbreast that built her neste ADDRESS TO A BLACKBIRD;

there. On rescuing it from an idle Boy, and giving it The Elm is laid prostrate, whose favourite Liberty.


Long shelter'd my cot from the winter's rude FLY, jetty warbler, to thy favourite haupts,

storm; And, perend on lemon-rippin's topmost from the fervours of Phabus it prov'da kịnd. twig,

screen, Chaunt the glad hymn to freedom and to When summer's bright splendors illumin'd

my scene. 'Till Echo, starting from her mossy cell, Catch the soft sounds, and waft them down No more shall the wryneck, those branches che vale.


In April's glad era attune his plain song; To me thy welfare and thy song is dear; Nor the blackbird, secure in the shady reI rescu'd thee from slavery and death,

treat, And with a pleasure tyrants never feel

Shall cheer Burton-Vale with his carols so Bade thee to taste the bliss of liberty, And fit as fancy wills thro' wilds of air.

No more on its boughs the gay thrushes shall Go, jetty minstrel, seek thy favourite haunts, sing, And, tell the feather'd partner of thy choice, Nor goldfinches hail the commencement of In language only known to plumy lovers,

spring : The reason of thy absence, thy confinement Depriy'd of their perches, the musical choir, In wicker prison, of thy liberation,

Replete with regret, to the thickets retire. By hand humane; and for my kind attention Chaunt thy deliverer many a thankful song, The solemn-fac’d owl, who in midnight's still And leave ingratitude to tharkless man.


Embower'd in its leaves, did to Cynthia comWhen radiant morn, array'd in saffron ves- plain, ture,

Expell’d from his haunt, to yon steeple must Awaits the entrance of imperial Sol

fly, Bedeck'd with rogal splendors, tune thy lay, And hoot his drear song to the ghosts that To hail him welcome to my rural scene :

glide by.



Tho' the grave bird of night, and the gay birds Pity the sorrow's of a poor oldene, of day,

And give me shelter from the piercing cold To scenes more congenial are hast’ning Within those walls where happily I've sat; away;

Oh! I shall die! then you my fate unfold-. Yet still the lov'd muse with her lyre shall

attend, And prove thro' life's course my companion and friend.

JEMIMA. Her presence shall cheer me tho' Fortune depart,

WHO dwells in yonder little cot, Tho' sickness should taint the pure stream of And envies not the rich one's lot; my heart;

Who ne'er will be by me forgot? In death's sabie period she'll ne'er me dis

Jemimi, own, But mount with my spirit to regions un

The loveliest of the village throng known.

At eve's approach she is among,

JOHN WEBE. And warbles sweet her duicet song,
Haverhill, March 3, 1607.

The fairest of the fair is she;
Her diligence is like the bee;

Aud often she has smil'd on me,

Jemims. By S. Y.

Who me once with a sinile receivid, PITY the sorrows of a poor old cat,

And plighted vows which I believ'd, Whose feeble limbs scarce keep her on the And then, alas! my truth deceiv'd ? ground;,

Jemima. Whose aged eyes can scarcely see a rat; Oh! I am lame and wretchediy unsound.

Who, when my heart was sunk in grief,

And I approach'd to claim relief, My skin was once the sleekest of the kind, Shunn'd me, as if I were a thief? And dappled o'er with many a handsome spot;

Jemima In peace I liv'd, nor did expect to find My useful deeds by ev'ry one forgot.

Yet still I love you, cruel maid,

And must 'till in the earth I'm laid,
A mother's care my tender years did guard, And soon I shall, I am afraid,
And fondly watch'd my ev'ry waking hour,

Jemima. Whene'er'I rambled in the little yard,

S. V. Or climbid amidst the circiing woodbine

By the Banks of the Lee,

May 8, 1507.
I often too, upon the carpet laid,
Along with BuHhave snor'd the hours away,
And with him oft hxve to the orchardstray'd,

And basked there, pon the new-mono hay.

Dear Sir, When ev'ning came, upon the watch "as I,

Will you have the kindness to insert the In ev'ry corner 'bout the spacious house: following in your respected repository, the I ween I was for all the rats too sly,

Lady's Magazine.-The attention will oblige And rare it was that any saw a mouse.

S. Y. A kitten once, the pleasure of my days, 'Til it grew up-On! shall I tell the tale?--

ACROSTIC. To thieving took, and wicked were her ways: SINCE I’m consigo'dtogire my friend a prize, At length some school-boys did her life assail.

Prepare the way, ye sylphs in Cupid's care;

And with the bliss that in your power lies, They tore her from me on one summer's

Reign in their hearts, and bless the happy

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TO MISS TY. WELCOME is the month of May,

1. And echo shouts it o'er the law.t: To the church we'll haste awiy,

NO nymph that e'er tripp'd o'er the plaine

Could her charms with Maria's compare;
Soon as twilight spreads the morn.
Othen the fair will I present to you,

Oh! how justly the shepherds and swains
Not worthier is there 'mongst the everiby Tho' cheer'd by the dew-drop of mom,

Have esteenid her the queen of the fair! fruit

S. Y.
May, 1805.

No lily that smil'd in the shade
Could such beauties display, as adorn
The soft cheeks of my beautiful maid.


At her smile, which the graces attend,

The sad scenes of anxiety fly, Circulated by a Scotcb Innkeeper, wbose Name

And the wretched are sure of a friend, is Gass, wobo bas set up an Inn at Southpert, North Meoles, near Ormskirk,' a re

If they catch but the glance of her eye. narkable fine Batbing-place.

The nymphs of the valley and grove

My heart once delighted survey'd; LET Weymouth boast its nymphs of royal But what talight it the raptures of love, blood,

Were the charms of my beautiful maid.
And Margate glory in old Ocean's fiood,

Proudly exult in many a Cockney face,
And puff the pleasures of a donky race; Oh! would that kind fate had ordain'd
Brighton rejoice to see its prince's train, Me thy heart and affection to share!
les painted beauties on the walks of Steine.

I would boast of the prize I had gaind, Ask not at Meoles such wond'rous things to As I moisten'd thy cheek with a tear. see,

Thy pleasure should ever be mine,
We've nothing here save health, longevity; And by thee ev'ry action be sway'd;
If these have no attractions, keep away, I could all other pleasures resign
For sickness shuns this place, as night shuns For the sake of my beautiful maid.

No gamesters here, deep skill'd in loaded

IV. : Nor guilty brothels, the abodes of vice;

Oh! how happy, thrice happy, my lot,

Could Maria my wishes approve;
Yet simple sports we have, in these our gain,
Nurses of health, and purchas'd without

My repinings would all be forgot

As I knelt at the altar of love.
For hark! the rippling tide calls to the shore,
Where rests the anxious seaman on his oar,

Each morning by happiness blest la expectation soon his boat to fill;

Should my fond adoration be paid, Fast Hors the tide, he cries, and ev'ry wind is

And the ev'ning would lull me to rest still.

In the arms of my beautiful maid. They haste on board, but oft a pearly tear

y. Steals down some lovely cheek, appalld with

So, my heart, which the virtues have taught Embolden'd once the vast abyss to try,

All the storms of misfortune to brave, They pluck new courage from their victory,

When fate shail ordain it my lot, Picpose another voyage, and fix their plan

Unrepining will sink in the grave: To visit Blackpool, or the Isle of Man.

For in yonder bright regions of peace, Ortlers will cross dark Ribble's turbid wave

Where rewards due to virtue are giv'n, To taste of Crookel's best, then' back to

These eyes, when all sorrows shall cease, bathe.

Will review their lov'd Mary in heav'n. Dame - Flora likewise decks, with flowrets

SALISBURIENSIS. rare, And many 24 unknown piast, our gay pars



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And sparkles in the sun's last beam's;

'Tis not that now the daisied field, Whilst tripping o'er its summit, seems

The lark's shrill carol, or the cuckoo's note, Lovely as this, my Cathlien Nolan. To Nature's votary can yield Her forehead to the dazzled sight

A greater bliss than when, in ice-hung cost, Shines as the native pearl; as bright

Stern Winter spread his gloom around, Her spiral locks as buruish'd gold:

Hail'd by the night-bird's shriek, and tele Would to her charms my breast were cold,

pest's dreary sound.
And I'd forgot sweet Cathlien Nolan!

'Tis not for this I hail thee, Spring!
But that more oft my I shall


Then haste thee, borne on Zephyr's wing, When, as the bounding doe, she trips

In vest of violet's hue! The green-wond o'er, with airy steps,

And when with her I fondly stray, Brushing away the glistening dew,

Strew with thy sweetest flow'rs our way! O then how lovely to my view Seems my dear maid, my Cathlien Nolan!

Oft then, amid yon distant glade, Loose o'er her arm her mantle flies,

Beneath the spreading hawthor's shade,

I'll clasp her panting in my arms;
To cut the branch of fame* she hiés,
Whilst in her band the axe bright gleams;

And, free from envy's jaundic'd eye,
I know not then which noblest seems,

Or prying curiosity,

Hang with fond rapture o'er her glowing
The Saxon king', or Cathlien Nolan.

If these the joys thou bidst me taste,
Hither Spring, O! hither haste!

For these I hail thee with my early song,

. And welcome thee, and wish thee long! Written on Sunday the 7th of December, 1606.'

STANZAS By W. M.T.HOW. sweet the morning! scarce a passing Written at EVERTON* on Sunday Morning.

cloud Shadows heav'n's blue expanse, serenely

By W. M. T. bright!

O COULD I for life, freed from every care, Nature seems lovely e'en 'midst winter's As pensive, as blest, as serene, blight.

Nor feeling one lingering wish to be there, The 'hedge-row birds, with merry pipe and Thus gaze on the world's joyless scene!

loud, Hail the faint sun.-Retiring from the crowd, "Tis the morning of rest, scarce a murmur is The dull and vain, 1 gaze with calm de

driven light,

Before the soft current of air; And joy deep-felt, upon the beauteous "Tis so still that an angel might whisper from sight

heaven, Which glows around and feel it, as I should. To soothe the cold breast of despair. o lovely morn! shining 'midst winter's gloom,

And happy is he who thus raptur'd can gaze An earnest of the spring's reviving ray!

On nature's bright prospects; and view Thou seem'st to me like pleasure's sbort

With pity the bosom where guilt ever preys, liv'd day,

Or the cheek mark'd by sorrow's pale hue. Bright'ning amid misfortune, to illume The child of sorrow on his weary way,

For oh! 'tis not theirs, when retir'd from

maukind, And bid him hope that better days will

This calmness of soul to atcain ;
For, where guilt or misfortune oppresses the


In solitudet keenest's the pain.

And not as now happy I long can remain,

"Tis a bliss too extatic to last;

And scou, mingling again with the dull and the By W. M. T.

vain, "TIS not that winter's mists recede

I'll forget the sweet moments I've pass'd! From green-clad hill and flow'ry read,

* An eminence overlooking the town of

L- -. • This is literally translated: in the lan- “ O seek not, Lesbia, the sequester'd dale, guage of prose it is fire-wood.

Or bear thou to its shades a tranquil heart."

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St. Petersburgb, Marcb 6. four of our merchantment, which camo IN the room of the guards and the from the Levant, and sent them to Cat. other troops sent to Poiand, in sledges, taro. we have only the country militia for a Finckenstein, April 9. A corps


400 garrison. A number of light troops Prussians, who embarked at Konigsfrom Asia are passing through this berg, and landed on the peninsula opcity. Our preparations continuc; all posite Pillau, advanced towards the vilthe troops that fought at Eylau are to lage of Carlsberg. M. Mainguernaud, have a largess. Medical men have been of marshal Lefebvre, sent to the army, where the number of marched towards that place with a few wounded is very great. A great many men. He manæuvred so dexterously canoon are also gone from our arsenal. that he took the 400 Prussians, among

Though general Bennigsen was some whom were 120 cavalry. days since thrcatcned with the loss of Several Russian regiments have enhis command, and the emperor's favour, tered Dantzic by sea. The polish lehe still coptrives to retain it.--He has gion of the north, and their commander, not only what is called the Livonian prince Michael Radzivil, have greatly party against bim, supported by Bux- distinguished themselves. They took howden, his sworn enemy, but likewise about 40 Russian prisoners. The siege the majority of the Russian generals, is carried on with activity. The bat. and many natives, who are displeased tering train begins to arrive. at scelog tbe greatest army the Rus. There is nothing new at the different sians ever had on foot under the com- posts of the army. mand of a foreigner. General Ben- The emperor-is returned from the nigsen's first adjutapt, who is more the excursion which he made to Mariencommander than himself, is a native of werder, and the léte de pont on the VisAlsace. The party against Bennigsen tula. He reviewed the 12th regiment is also supported by several of the min of light iniantry, and the orderly gens nisters. They wished to persuade the d'armes. emperor to appoint Michelson in Ben- A thaw has begun in the country, nigsen's place; but the emperof, re- and in the lakes and small rivers with collecting the conduct of old Kamen- which it is filled. Still there is yet no skoy, rejected the advice. It cannot appearance of vegetation. be concealed that great discontents pre- Tborn, April 12. For this week past vail against the government and the very considerable movements have been present war.

observed among the French troops, and Trieste, April s. We have still in it is particularly remarked that their our road Russian and English frigates, centreis greatly reinforced. The neighas well as cutters, which greatly annoy bourhood of Willenberg is covered with the navigarion of neutrals, and do much soldiers. Fresh French troops arrive mischief to our traders. As late as yes. here daily from the interior of Gere terday a nouice was posted up at the ex- many, where they are replaced by others change, that the English had stopped from France. A convoy of heavy are Vol. XXXVIII.



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