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From the London Monthly Magazines. We are indebted for the annexed Verses to the kiod- Refus'd ; towards ret his steps he bent

ness of Mr. Crabbe, who has at our earnest request With tearful eye, and aching heart; not only allowed us this gratification, but promised

But claim'd his plaything, ere he went, to communicate, at future periods, any of the

And took up stairs his horse aod cart. shorter productions of his powerful pen, which

3. may suit our miscellany. While we acknowledge For new delay, though oft deny'd, this mark of one excellent Poet's approval of our

He pleaded ;---wildly crav'd the boon;--publication, it gives us pleasure to add, both for

Tho' past his usual hour, he cried

At being sent away so soon. our own sakes and our readers', that we are assur

If stern to him, his grief I shard; ed of similar treasures from the portfolios of sever- (Unmov'd who hears his offspring weep ?) al of the most distinguished Bards of the Age. Of sootbing him I half despair’d;

When all his cares are lost in sleep. VERSES,


“ Alas! poor infant!" I exclaim'd,

Thy father blushes now to scan, Written on the night of the 15th of April, 17**,

In all which he so lately blam'd, immediately before the perusal of a Letter then

The follies and the fears of man. received.

The vain regret, the anguish brief, [\HROUGH many a year the Merchant

Which thou hast known, sent up to bed, views

Pourtrays of man tbe idle grief, With steady eye his distant gains ;

When doom'd to slumber with the dead.” Right on, his object he pursues,

5. And what he seeks in time obtains. And more I thought---when up the stairs So he some distant prospect sees

With “longing ling'ring looks” he crept, Who gazes on a patron's smile,

To mark of man, the childish cares, And if lie finds it bard to please,

His playthings carefully he hept. That pleasant view bis cares beguile. Thus morials on life's later stare, Not such my fate---what years disclose

When oature claims their forfeit breath, And piece-meal on such minds bestow ;

Still grasp at wealth, in pain and age, The lively joys, the grievons woes !

And cling to golden toys in death. Shall this tremendous instant show;

6. Concentered hopes and fears I feel,

'Tis morn ! and see my smiling boy As on the verge of fate I stand :

Awakes to hail returning light; In sight of fortune's rapid wheel,

To fearless laughter! bouudless joy! And with the ticket in my hand.

Forgot the tears of yesternight!

Thus shall not man forget his woe? No intermediate good can rise,

Survive of age, and death the gloom? And feeble compensation make;

Smile at the cares he knew below ? 'Tis one dread blank or one rich prize, And reuovated burst the tomb ? And life's grand hope is now at stake;

7. Where all is lost, or all is won, That can distress, that can delight--

O, my Creator ! when thy will Oh ! how will rise to-morrow's sun

Shail stretch this frame on earth's cold bed, On him who draws his fate to-night!--

Let that blest hope sustain me still,
Literary Gazette.

Till thought, seuse, mem'ry--allare fied.
And grateful for wbat thou may'st give,

No tear shall dim my fading eye,
That 'twas thy pleasure I should live---

That'tis thy mandate bids me die.

THE BACCHANALIAN TO SLEEP. [Men are but Children of a larger growth..]

LEEP, wbile I own thy ponderous sway,

I do not live ; my time is sunk :

Take then the debt l'ın forc'd to pay, W

near the fire My ruddy little boy was seated,

But take it after I am drunk.*
And with the titles of a sire
My ears expected to be greeted---

How different is the anecdote of the But vain the thought!---by sleep oppress’d, fore this great Princess drew her last breath,

Empress Maria Theresa ! A short time beNo father there the child descry'd ; His head reclip'd upou bis breast,

she lay in a kind of lethargy, with her eyes Or nodding rollid from side to side.

closed; and one of the ladies, her attendants,

being questioned respecting the health of her 2.

imperial mistress, answered, “ Her Majesty “Let this young rogue be sent to bed".. appears to be asleep." No,' said the EngMore I had not time to say,

press, • I could go to sleep if I would, but When the poor urchin rais'd his head I feel my last lour approach, and it shall not To beg that he might longer stay.

overtake me in my sleep.'

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Softly approach, like evening's shade ; O ! 'tis Maria's self---her smile---
Fly quickly, like a parting breath;

Her gentle voice---it cannot be !
For life too short for wine was made, A phantom lures me all the while---
To waste with thee,--- Image of Death. No---no---her accents call on me!


I come ! O “ dearer to my heart"

Than all the treasures worlds contain---
From the Gentleman's Magazine.

Nor Death shall dear Maria part

From these paternal arms again !* P.

* Maria, daughter of the Rev. Jer. Trist,

of Behan Park, Dear Tregony; a most THAMES, king of Rivers, Ocean's eldest amiable and accomplished young lady.

Majestic husband of that learned stream,
Which every worthy poet makes his theme,
And does by Oxford, softly-pacing, run,

Isis, thy laughing mate; the genial sun
Ilumes thy water with a temperate beam;
And, though with paved gold thou dost not

Nascentes morimur finisque

Ab origine pendet.—Horace.
Yet greater praises by thy wave are won :
Thou, more than Tiber, wear'st a thicker VHERE is a smile upon that cheek---
Of verdant laurel, and of watery sedge ;

And, more than Rome, the world-defending

Calm is that look, that brow is fair,

The flaxen ringlet wantoos there!
Augusta*, smiles upon thy sacred edge ;

And well those features sweet we trace,
Deep, as thy water, Thames, is thy renown,

Which hover on that angel face; of which this verse shall be another pledge. He seems enwrapt in slumber deep--July, 1818.

Ah, Edwin ! 'tis thy loog, last sleep! * An antient name of London.

The chill of death is on that cheek---
Those lips shall never sileoce break!

No soul is in that cherub smile,
From the same.

Illusive charm, and lovely guile!
1 Father's Adieu to his Daughter MARIA

The eye has shot its tiral spark,

The liquid, lo spous orh---is dark !
April 23, 1818.

And swist must very feature fly

From the soft rce of infancy.

Eja ! age in amplexus cara Maria ! tedi.

And now---the kiss of agony,
Bishop Loreta

" Whose touch thrills with mortality,"
dearer to a Father's beart,

The Parents give---but who shall tell

The anguish of that fond farewell !
Ab! dear Maria ! we must part,

Yet from the grave's mysterious vight

That form again sball spring to light!
And yet on earth thy Parent live ?

E'en now in yon eternal rest,
To thee, to every duty true,

The unearthly mansion of the blest,
To every Christian Virtue dear,

The uncloath'd spirit joins the hymn
How shall I bid the last adieu,

Swelling from burning seraphim.
And hovering, trembling, linger here ? And were our passport to the skies

As his---then speed each hour that flies, 0! through the kindling bloom of youth

And earth, let each successive sun
If angel-graces ever shone---
Ingenuous Candour, simple Truth---

*Swift rise---swift set---be bright and done.' Heaven-born, I bail'd ibem all thive own!

N. T.C. Plymouth Dock.

Literary Gazelle.
Farewell, my Love ! again farewell!

My fainting tongue would otter more---
But, as Affection fain would tell

What Memory sickens to explore ;

Scepes of thy infant years arise
To bring back all my fondest care :

GLOOM will o'er my senses steal
And I would grasp at deeted joys,

Oft as I hear yon distant peal ; A moment sunk' in dark despair.

It strikes upon my sadden'd heart,

Recais events Jong pass’d--- Dear friends Yes --but a moment!---Cannot Faith

depart. The heart-pang soften to a sigh ;

In early dayserien fancy charm’d, And gild, amidst the shades of Death, When youth's gay dream my bosomwarm'd, The gushing tear, the clouded eye

Joyous, each sound fell on my ear, And is it not a light illames-

Sorrow ne'er sought to mingle there. Lo gleam on gleam---my dreary hour ?

A warning voice, I hear thee now, I see, descending through the gloom,

Soon, sad will be thy fall, and low; The radiaoce of no earthly Bower.

S on to the husy throng thou'lt tell

Of her who hade this world farewell! And hark---a Spirit seems to say--

Her wither'd hopes sad thoughts recal, Beckoning she waves ber lily' haod--- For her no kindred tear will all, " Come---come, my Father! come away! Ingratitude has barb’d the dart

Aod mingle with our Seraph band !"" Which pierc'd a trusting feeliog beart.

Acan give,


Yet Oue, perhaps, whose soothing power
Sustaiu'd her in affiction's hour,
May hover near her humble bier,
And to ber memory drop a tear.

From the Literary Gazelle, Aug. 1818.


Caroline G.

THE wind was wild, the sea was dark,

That anchor'd in the rocky bay

Bath'd its top pennon in the spray.
A Sketch.

Hollow and gloomy as the grave 0

Rolld to the shore the mighty wave, bair Wild to the blast, and with a comet's glare

its white foam-steep. Glow'd her red exe-balls midst the sanken Shouts of pursuit were on the wind;

The sight was terror---but behind gloom

[tomb ;--of their wide orbs, like death-tires in a Told where the human hunters wheel'd

Trumpet and yell, and clash of shield
Slow, like the rising storm, in fitful moans,
Broke from her breast the deep prophetic Where, Bertba, was thy courage then ?

Thro' tbe last valley's forest glen.
Anon with whirlwind rush the Spirit came ;

She cheer'd her warrior, tho’ bis side Then in dire splendour, like imprison'd flame Up the rude inountain-path her hand

Still with the gushing blood was dyed, Flashing through rifted domes on towns Sustain’d his arm, and dragged his brand,

amazed, Her voice in thunder burst, her arins she Nor shrank nor sighed ; and when his tread Outstretched her hands, as with a fury's She smiled, altho' her lip was pale

Paused on the promontory's head, force

[curse. To grasp, and launch the slow-descending

As the toru silver of his mail. Still as she spoke her stature seem'd to grow, All there was still---the shouts had past, Still she denounced unmitigable woe : Pain, want, and madness, pestilence and Sunk in the rushings of the blast;

Below, the vapour's dark grey screen Rode forth triumphant at her blasting breath; Then swept the circle of the hill,

Shut out from view the long ravive, Their march she marshallid, taught their ire Like billows round an Ocean isle.

to fall, And seem'd herself the emblem of them all.

The ray the parting sunbeam flung, Aug. 1818.


In white, cold radiance on them hung;
They stood upon that lonely brow

Like Spirits loosed from human woe, THE CANAL AND THE BROOK. And pau-ing, ere they thread the plume

Above that waste of storin and gloom. [By the author of " Legends of Lampidosa," &c.] To linger there was death, but there

Was that which masters death, Despair--There

it saw the streamlet creep--- And even Despair's high master, Love. “ Haste, babbler! baste thee on!” it cried, her heari was like her form, above - Thou emblem of man's shallow pride ! The storms, the stormier thoughts that Earth Go, steal thy winding way along,

Makes the dread privilege of our birth. With gilded pebbles make thy song,

Passion's wild tame was past, but he Refresh thy sun-burn'd shepherd's flock, Who pined before her burning eye, Or tinkle thro’ the thirsty rock ;

The numbered beatings of whose beart Feed if thou caust the humble flow'r,

Told, on that summit, they must part--Companion of thy little hour,

He was life, soul, and world to her ; Then slumber in forgotten earth,

Beside him, what had she to fear? Hid by the clay that gave thee birth." Life had for ber nor calm nor storm Submissive paus'd the tuneful Brook, While she stood gazing on that forno, Then whisper'd thus its meek rebuke--- And clasped his hand, tho' lost and love, “ Unseen I wind iny quiet way,

Hirdying hand, but all her own. Unbeard ʼmidst honied wild flow’rs play ;

She knelt beside bim, on her knee My music sothes the lonely ear,

She raised his wan cheek silently : My gifts the cottage-banquet cheer:

She spoke not, sighed not; to bis breast, But though in dim inglorious gloom

Herown, scarce living now, was prezt, I wander now, the hour shall come,

And felt, ---if where the senses reel, When thro'a channel broad and bright O'er wrought---o'er flooded---we can feel My peaceful stream shall burst to light, The thoughts, that when they cease to be And mingle with the boundless sea

Leave life ode vacant misery-
Of Life and Joy's Eternity !------

She kiss'd his chilling lip, and bore
Such is my doom--and what is thrine, The look that told her all was o'er.
Colossal work of Art divine !
Condemu'd the gauly Freights to bear The echoes of pursuit again
Of shallow pomp and sordid care,

Rolled on---she gazed upon the main,
While iron bondage quells thy force,

Then seem'd the mountain's hanghty steep And slaves like thee direct thy course! Too humble for her desperate leap, Goo, share the doom of feeble man,

Then seem'd the broad and bursting wave Whose power thy mimic reign began--- Too calın, too shallow, for her grave. The traveller shall return, and see

She turned her to the dead --his brow An emblem of his pride in thee :

Once more she gave her kiss of woe; Thy giant arches shall decay,

She gave his cheek one bitter tear, Thy horrow'd flood shall pass away,

The last she had for passion here--While to free Oceau's breast is given Then to the steep !---away, away! The semblance and the light of Heaven ! To the whirlwind's roar and the dash of the July 1818.



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THE environs of Mexico gain much great quantities, so that at every step

by this high region of ice and snow, we slipped backwards. and afford a most beautiful, as it is in troublesome and tedious walk damped its kind, a very singular prospect. The our hopes of success, though we very city and adjoining district not only en- soon came to places, where the temjoy a very great advantage above the pests had carried away the fine sand, other parts of this country, from the ice and left behind the coarse only, so that which is to be had at all times of the we could tread firmer, and sound great year, but are chiefly indebted for a mild relief from the change, which continued climate to this frozen region, which still farther up, where the steep surface cools and tempers the atmosphere of was covered with pieces of pumice stone, Mexico. Inconsiderable as the dis- so that our steps did not sink in at all. tance of the Glaciers seems when ob- In this manner we continued our jourserved from Mexico, it took me more ney for a considerable time, and arrived than a day to reach on horseback a lit- at an unavoidable and very dangerous de plain, where I erected a tent, and place, where we had to walk over large made all the preparations for ascending pieces of rock, which lay loose in the the Popocatepetl the next day. I found sand, and detached by our weight, the whole south side of the Pico free rolled down, bearing other fragments from ice, but on the north it reached far in their course. Our peril was imaidown. After a very disagreeable night, nent, and could only be averted by during which, in spite of every precau- getting quickly out of the way of the tion, I could not sleep for the frost and pieces of rock as they descended. The cold, I set out before day-break on my most dangerous and troublesome part of journey, and took only one companion our journey was however already acwith me, leaving the rest of my people complished, and the highest part of the to watch my tent, horses, and mules. Popocatepetl seemed to lie within our The begioning of our ascent was not reach, when we were suddenly forced very steep, but very fatiguing, from our to return to the place whence we set out feet always sinking in the soft sand at day-break. which the volcano had thrown out in For some time there had appeared in


the atmosphere the well-known phe- following day, but the next morning, at nomenon of the White Vapour, which day-break, the whole Pico was covered deprives the inhabitants of Mexico of with snow, and as it still continued to the beautiful prospect of Popocatepetl; snow on the third day, I struck my only, as I advanced nearer, it was again tent, and returned to Mexico. visible, and accompanied with the re- A short time after this journey I markable circumstance, that the vapours visited the eastern group of mountains, and the suminit of the volcano formed which is covered far and wide with snow a plain, upon which, from the place and ice. As this way is much shorter where I stood, though at a great dis- and more convenient than

that to tance, the smallest cloud of the multitude Popocatepetl, I thought I should be which floated on the upper surface of able to accomplish the whole (setting this strange aërial sea, but did not sink out from the nearest place,) in one day; down any lower, was perceptible. The but here, too, unexpected obstacles oclittle clouds which were very distant in curred, which obliged me to seek a reopposite directions, on the east and treat for the night in a rocky cave, surwest, advanced from both sides, though rounded with a thick wood. At daythere was not a breath of wind, to the break I scrambled up to a rather sloping summit of the volcano. Their course frozen plaio, where I found forty Mexwas slow, but they at last reached the icans employed in breaking pieces of Pico; and now presented a scene uo- ice, each about a bụndred weight: paralleled in its kind. There arose a these were laden upon asses, and carried real battle between the clouds, which to Mexico, to be deposited in the recame from the east and west, to the top servoirs, where, of course, much less of the volcano, and which arriving at arrives than is loaded upon the mounthe summit of the Pico did not mix for tains, because the ice thaws the whole a long time, but offered the extraordinary way, notwithstanding the precaution appearance, as if they wanted to drive which is observed to convey it over the their opponents from the space ; for warm plains only by night. sometimes they rose over each other, In New Spain there are many high then crossways through each other, till mountains, which retain the fallen snow at last, in masses continually increasing, for some days, weeks, or months ; from they united and sent forth repeated claps which also ice or snow is collected and of thunder and flashes of lightning. I preserved in ice-cellars for domestic use. stood, as it were rooted to the spot, One of these, a very remarkable moungazing with admiration and delight on tain, which I have also visited, is the this sublime phenomenon, but as the Volcano of Colima, where ice and snow masses of clouds became larger and are generally found for nine months thicker, so that they wholly enveloped together. me and my companion, and the thunder However grateful the inhabitants of and lightning increased, I thought it New Spain are for the ice which Proviadvisable not to remain any longer. At deoce so kindly gives them; the inhabifirst I was obliged to pick my way back tants of the North of Germany must be through the loose pieces of rocks with equally thankful that they have not such great caution ; but as soon as I reached a Popocatepetl or Pico of Orizaba. the sand, I made great leaps, Hying Had they such a mountain, the mass of sometimes with a whole bed of sand ice would descend much lower than in a long way down, and in this manner Mexico. Yoy, my friends, would be descended, in a few moments, the Pico, obliged to go clad in furs in the middle which it had cost me so much trouble of summer; your fruits would seldom to mount. My safe arrival at the or never ripen, and in the pavilion upon bottom gave great joy to my people, your beautiful Jungfernstieg (ladies whom I had left behind, and who had walk) in Hamburg, nobody would ever been greatly alarmed for my safety think of calling for ice creams. during the thunder-storm. I intended I remain your's, &c. to ascend the volcano again on the

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