trust,

whose hearts overflow with tender-' views scorns to use te language of ness, and whose gentle bosom: are romance. He will treat you as a the seats of pity and compassion, woman of sense who dispist's fialread this, and ritlect to what a stale tery, and not as one whi»n he ture your gardless sex are liable; and ships as the idol of the day. Think, shin, oh! shun the artful olatterer's then, how unhappy is womau; one wily snares, whose soit insinuating false step for ever ruins her: while tale so often betrays you, and puis man, on the contrary, triumphs in his even innocence and all its meek- pertidy; and the world countenancés eyed train to rout. Know that, to the barbarous executioner, while it gratify a momentary passion, a vil- condimns the innocent victim. lain has often made ibe innocent With the following stanzas of wreiched for life, and distressed a Guldsmith I conclude my walk: family that had nothing but indus- 'Wher lovely woman stoops to felly, try for their protection and honesty And tinds, coo lare, that men betray; *r their portion.

Wint charm can soothe her melancholy,

What art can wash her guiit away? • Were you, ye fair, but cautious whom ye

• The only art her guilt to cover,

To hide her shame from 'every eye,
So many of your sex would not in vain
Of broken vows and faith ess men complain.'

To give repentance to her lover,

And wring his boson--is to die!" : I cannot help dropping a friendly tear while I reflect to what a sud situation many are brought; their

ON DRAMATIC SOLILOQUY. reputation, peace, and happiness gone

THOUGH a soliloquy in the per. for ever; lost in the estimation of turbation of passion is undoubtedly their friends and acquaintance, de- natural, and indeed not unfrequent in prived of domestic comfort, and at real life, yet Cungreve, who has himlast b, come prey to repentance self penned several good soliloquies, and sorrow, Think, dear readers ! grants, perhaps with more candour how can you pass each lingering than truth, that they are unnatural; hour when corroding thoughis dis. and he only pretends to justify them tub your peaceful monents! Then from necessity. Thishedoes in his delisten not to the delading tale of dication of the Double Dealer, in the the spoilt man, lest you imbibe the following words :--

When 2 man, noxiuus < til svia ot a poisonous va- ' in a soliloquy, reasons with himself, pour, which creates dissipation, and and pros and cons, and weighs all ends in Sorrow and repentance. his designs, we ought not to imagine How a plicable here are the lines of that this man either talks to us or to Foung!

himself: he is only thinking, and Self tilaiter'd, unexperienced, high in hope, thinking (frequently) such matter When young, witin sanguine hope and stream- as it were inexcusable folly in him 10

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POETICAL ESSAYS.

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Safe from detraction's venom-pointed With chalky-white cheek, in windinga tongue,

sheet clad, Free from the thoughts ambition's vot’ries To wander with fiends o'er the green.

fire, Where calınly wandering, the woods •'Twas dark as the womb of the grave, save

when shed among From the world's joyless scenes I may

The moon thro' a black cloud its ray; retire!

Or glinumer'd where fed", on the limbs of These are the dreams of hope--but ah!

the dead,
they fade

The blood-hound and wild-dog so grey.
Swift, at the touch of stern reality;
And soon again do life's dull cares invade,

• 'Twas, O stranger! a night that might strike

with affignt Its heart-corroding thoughts, and misery. Op'easing dreams, by fancy's pow'r ye're Bue Egbert sate clasping his damsel so

The soul of the warrior most bold;
made,
And falsc as sun-beams in a wintry sky!

brigiit,
Whilst heedless the tempest-fiend howld.

· Where yet stands yon window the lovers YOUNG EGBERT AND GAY

were placid,
ROSABELL.

And thus Egbert in extacy cried,
A MODERN LEGENDARY BALLAD. Whilse he press'd in his arms the fait
By W. M. I.

Rosabell's waist, - They whose sight such dreary dreams

“O when shall I call thee my bride!" engross, With their own visions oft astonish'd droop.'

“O tell me, fair maid, when thou'lt be my COLLINS.

dear bride ;

O bless me, and name the bright day; "O WHY are the halls of yon castle laid For the moments of transport are few, but waste?

His heart it vis pierc'd, yet in agony beat,

ODE And wide gap'd his throat w th a wound;

TO AMBITION. And his fætid breath fill'd, with a fev'rish heat,

By W. M. I, The rooms of the castle around.

HENCE Ambition ! demon, hence! "O Rosabell, Rosabell," murmur'd the

O'er me thou hast no pow'r; sprite,

Hence then, nor tempt me! demon, henee! “When I left you to seek Palestine, You gave me such kisses of rape'rous Thy charms are little recompence delight,

For many a troubled hour, And swore you would ever be mine.

Too well I know the wily art # O Rosabell, Rosabell! then too you call'd With which thou chain'st the youthfui heart,

On that God for to witness your truth, And fempe'st to tread thy thorny ways; And swore none e'er printed his kiss on your I know as faise thy prospects glare breast,

As fits the meteor through the air, And swore by none other your lips had been With quick and transient blaze.

press'd, Nor by warrior, by eld, nor by youth;

When Splendour 'midst thy throng unfuris

Her gaudy banner to the wind; " And you call'd on that God, that, if false to And Honour, pointing to thy sky-crown'd our vows,

steep, You might ne'er to the altar be led,

Maddens with potent spells the brain; But clasp in your arms somie grim corse for They see not where, in Misry's chasm deep, your spouse,

Her victim Disappointment hurls ; And your bed be the bed of the dead.

They see not, past thy noisy train, "Now Ros beil, Rosabell, false are your vows, Despair and Frenzy lurk behind !

And you'l ue'er to the altar be led, But clasp in your arms my grim corse for

Thou bidst the hero's breast with ardour

your spouse,

glow, And your bed be the bed of the dead.

And onward press unknown to fear,

Unknown to Picy's trembling fear; "I sough: Palestine, in the battle was slain, Seeking thv path thro' hosts of slairs, But, Rosabell, you knew it not;

And bounding o'er the gory plain, But was struck with the riches and glitter so As Glory calls him still pursuing, vain,

Calous to tender Mercy's suing, Or Esbest the lovely, the wealthy young On'vard still thou bidst him steer; swain,

'Till, staid amid his bold career, And your vows to a warrior forgot. He falls-he groans--and sinks beneath the # Then come to your bed, to the bed of the

deadly blow. dead,

Prompted by thee the tyrant grasps at pow's, And clasp in your arms my grim corse : Nor bears his suff'ring country's moans, You shall eat at your wedding the penitent's Nor '

hears the thousand thousand groans bread,

Which bid hinn liberty restore ; And drink of the cup of remorse."

Faction's clam'rous, troubled band, The grey cock crow'd, away he strode, And dire Oppression blast the land, And Rosabell ne'er was seen more :

'Till Justice hears the nation's cries, Young Egbert he left not the dreary abode, And 'neath her lifted axe the mighty feios But senseless he sunk on the floor.

dies. 'The morning broke, the youth awoke, For thee the poet wastes his youth "O Rosabell!"' faintly he cried,

Amid the night's chill gloom : " With ghastly look, the fiend has took

For thee he scorns the listless joys My lovely, lovely hride."

Wnich laughing Pleasure's vot'ries prize, 'Long was he sad, and then grew mad,

And seeks to triumph o'er the tomb; And then young Egbert he died;

Bui ch! he feels the freezing hand Since when each e'en, by hands unseen,

Of proud Contempt—his hopes disperse, This castle has been destroy'd.'

And Pemury's haggard spectre-band

His tender bosom pierce : O warder, warder," the stranger cried,

See his fiery eye-bails roll! “ Tis a deadly tale you tell; And long shall I think on this castle destroy'd. Now, sunk in grief, his noble soul