In Fleet-ftreet dwelt in days of ycre No founds to him fuch fweets afford For which he fo, feits health and fame. In basket prijon hung on high, Soon brought pear Tom from bad to worse; And now between each heart-felt figh The vengeful clown, now fill'd with ire, Does to a neighbouring shed retire, And, having fuift fecur'd the door> And windows, next the net explores, Now, in revenge for plunder'd feed, Each felon he refolves fhall bleed, Then twists their little necks around, And cafts them breathlefs on the ground. Mag, who with man was us'd to herd, Knew fomething more than common bird He therefore watch d with anxious care, And flipt himself from out the fnare, Then, perch'd on nail remote from groume · Obferves how deaths are dealt around. Lord! bor be wicks us, Maggy cries: Tre aften.fh'd Gard'ner lifts his eyes, With fault ring voice and panting breath Exclaims, "Who's there?”—Allstill as death, His murd'rous work he does resume, And cafts his eye around the room With caution, and at length does fpy The Magiye perch'd on nail to high! The wond ring clown, from what he heard, Believes him fomething more than bird, With fear imprefs'd does now retreat Towards the door with trembling feet; Then fays Thy name I do implore ?" The ready bird replies-" Tom Moore." "O Lord!" the trighten'd clown replies, With hair erect and staring eyes; Haif opening then the hovel door, He afks the bird one queftion more: "What brought you here?”—With quick reply Sly Mg rejoins-" Bad company" Out jumps the Gard'ner in a fright, The wond'ious tale a Bencher hears, ODE TO MELANCHOLY, SPIRIT of Love and Sorrow hail! Thy folemn voice from far I hear, That meets the Poet's mufing eye, He breathes to her the fervid figh. Lead where the pine woods wave on high, Whole pathleis fod is darkly feen, As the cold moon with trembling eye Daits her long beams the leaves between; Lead You fure were her peculiar care, Thofe eyes, that wont to pierce my heart, Then blame not me, 'tis Venus' doom Has cropp'd your beauty in its bloom; Nor thank me partial, fhould I chufe WHEN without paffion, yet with feign'd For other nymphs to count the mufe! detire, Mufe-aided, I with love your breast infpire, I mourn, in fiction that I play'd a part, charms Let each, in fancy, praife defert, 'Tis BEAUTY claims the port's heart. Car lifle. LINES R. B. WRITTEN IN A RECESS AT CORBY WHAT tho' beneath this fylvan fhade The ftripling tree with branching stalk, Here, undisturb'd by madd'ning noise, Within this lonely folitude, R. C. SON So carly paffions paft, by calmer age fur- But now each primrose tuft, each violet braid, vey'd, We look with wonder at the wrecks they Left with a mute-cold carelessness to fade, made. HORTENSIUS. SONNET WRITTEN IN TINTERN ABBEY, MONMOUTHSHIRE. STRANGER, whoe'er thou art, whose ling'ring feet, Enchained by wonder, prefs this verdant green †, Where thy enraptur'd fight the dark woods meet, Ah pause awhile, and contemplate the fccne ! Thefe hoary pillars clafp'd by ivy round, This hallow'd floor by holy footsteps trod, The mould'ring Choir by fpreading thorns embrown'd, Where fafting faints devoutly hymn'd their God. But ruthlefs Time, by flow but certain fweep, Has laid, alas! their antient fplendor low: Yet if Reflection finks its leffon deep, The foul's improvement from thefe walls may flow. And fragrant lily-bell efcapes my care; "And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart The Bar, Hygra, or Flood's Head, is, I believe, peculiar to the Severn; the tide rushes into its channel in a folid column from to to 20 feet high with fo loud a roar as to be heard fome miles The conflict caused by the meeting of the tide and fresh water probably furnished the name, Hygra, Eau Guerre (water war). The floor of the abbey is now a beautiful turf compofed chiefly of clover. Made Made me, in her authentic glass, defery No more, then, fhall this tendency to praise, If, rapt in Fancy's range, I hover now A penfive pilgrim o'er thy distant bier, And bind, dear JoNEs, fad cypress round my brow, While burfts the big involuntary tear; If I recal thy fterling worth, thy taste, Thy fenfe of honour, gloriously defin'd; Thy genuine humour, with found judge ment grac'd, Thy feeling bofom, and thy liberal mind; A wreath which, when bedew'd with tears The grateful teftimonial fure will last. ODE to HOPE. S. E. *It is a kind of vital heat in the foul." SPECTATOR. TIS Hope, whofe glowing eye Th afflicted call when mifery's bane is Thou balin of wounding care, And with thy bright, all-gladd'ning ray, Let them behold thy Haggard fight, But hal, bleft Hope! thy beauteous faces The brave, in Mis'ry's baneful hour, The wretched prifoner's lonely cell, Thy fmiles alleviate his pains, And cafe his limbs from dark Confine ment's chains. O Nymph! I fee thy comely mien, While pow'rful Fancy paints the fcene. But, ah! what dreaded fights appear! What doleful clangors pierce mine ear! That wip ft away the tears of heart-felt Against the rock the bark is loft, grief, Affording blett relief; 'Tis thine to cheer the dungeon with a f.nile, And ease the captive's toil, And foothe his dreaded foul-fubduing fnare! See, the wreck floats along the coast! DROSSIAN A. NUMBER LXXXIII. ANECDOTES of ILLUSTRIOUS and EXTRAORDINARY PERSONS, PERHAPS NOT GENERALLY KNOWN. A THING OF SHREDS AND PATCHES! LORD LOVAT. (Continued from Page 13.) IT is most certainly no mark of affured virtue and goodness to meet death with intrepidity. It often happens, that the moft pious and excellent perfons (as knowing how much better they probably might have acted) close the laft fcene with much difficulty and trepidation. Lord Lovat, upon having the axe turned against him, as is ufual when the dreadful fentence in cafes of treafon is pronounced against a Peer, fmiled, and behaved throughout the courfe of his trial with great lightnefs and carcleff. aels, afking feveral improper queftions. He refigned himfelf to death with great fortitude on the fcaffold, ate a meat breakfast the morning of his execution, and not long before he died exclaimed, Dulce & decorum eft pro patria mori." The late Duke of Orleans, M. l'Egalité, met his fate with apparent unconcern; he went to the Guillotine the day before he was fentenced to fuffer by it; and it has been faid, that on the executioner's offering to take off his boots before he put him under the infernal engine, be faid, “Il vaut mieux les oter du carcafe, You had better take them off from the dead body." COUNT OXENSTIERN. The following concife and whimficai account of England was given fome years fince by Count Oxenftiern, after fis departure from London: Engand is really the Queen of Ifles-the metropolis and arfenal of Neptune it is the treafury of Europe-the kingdom of Bacchus-the fchool of EpicuFus-the academy of Venus-the country of Mars--the recefs of Minerva the fupport of Holland-the fcourge of France the purgatory of those who are advocates for flavery and the Paradife of thofe who are lovers of Liberty." LORD BOLINGBROKE. Pafcal fays, that there are fome men who believe in the miracles of Vefpafian, and deny thofe of the Gospel. Lord YOL. XXX. AUGUST 1796. HAMLET. Bolingbroke had one day in company, before Marivaux, the celebrated French Novel Writer, talked again religion; who told him, "At least, my Lord, if you are not a Believer, it is not for want of faith." MARSHAL SAXE "I have no great opinion," faid he, "of those Generals who are always afking after detachments to attack the enemy. They are like the ftatue of a horie, whole foot is always lifted up, and yet he never ftirs a step." To the celebrated Father Caftel, who wrote to congratulate him upon his fucceffes, and upon the very excellent manner in which his military operations were carried on, he awered, "Nothing, my reverend Father, can flatter me more than that I fhould have attracted your attention upon the manner in which I have had the honour to con⚫ duct the King's troops. Very few perfons fee fo far as you do, and I am in no hurry to take off the veil from their eyes. It would be an useless and an impertinent behaviour in me to do fo. The generality of mankind are fatisfied when affairs go on tolerably well, and the number you know of common perfons in the world is very great." |