His long-drawn mole let lordly commerce scan, And of his iron arch the rainbow span: 1 Yet, while, in burning characters imprest, To climb the chariot of the gods, or scan When, like those brethren stars to seamen known, LORD GRENVILLE'S INSTALLATION. On in thy glorious course! not yet the wave 55 Has ceas'd to lash the shore, nor storm forgot to rave. Go on! and oh, while adverse factions raise To thy pure worth involuntary praise ; While Gambia's swarthy tribes thy mercies bless, Say, hast thou scorn'd, mid pomp, and wealth, and power, The sober transports of a studious hour?- -By arts like these, amidst a world of foes, Our boast before-our chief and champion now! EPITAPH ON A YOUNG NAVAL OFFICER, DESIGNED FOR A TOMB IN A SEAPORT TOWN IN NORTH WALES. SAILOR! if vigour nerve thy frame, If to high deeds thy soul is strung, Revere this stone that gives to fame The brave, the virtuous, and the young!— For manly beauty deck'd his form, His bright eye beam'd with mental power; Resistless as the winter storm, Yet mild as summer's mildest shower. In war's hoarse rage, in ocean's strife, And greatly careless of his own. Yet, youthful seaman, mourn not thou But hast thou known a father's care, Has e'er thy tender fancy flown, When winds were strong and waves were high, Where, listening to the tempest's moan, Thy sisters heav'd the anxious sigh?-- Or, in the darkest hour of dread, Mid war's wild din, and ocean's swell, Hast mourn'd a hero brother dead, ட And did that brother love thee well? Then pity those whose sorrows flow In vain o'er Shipley's empty grave !— -Sailor, thou weep'st:-Indulge thy wo; Such tears will not disgrace the brave! AN EVENING WALK IN BENGAL. OUR task is done! on Gunga's breast And moor'd beneath the tamarind bough, Upon her deck, 'mid charcoal gleams, If yonder hunter told us true, Far off, in desert dank and rude, The tiger holds his solitude; Nor (taught by secret charm to shun |