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And if in foreign lands ordain's to roam, For the Anniversary of tbe Literary Fund, Their hearts still pointed to their native April 21, 1873. Written and recited by

- home, WILLIAM-THOMAS FITZGERALD, Esg. Where dwelt the dearest charities of life, All to this day! Your bounty set The blooming offspring, and the virtucers apart,

wife : To toothe ihe sorrows of the fick at heart; Thus while the vesel ploughs the ditlant To fuccour those who waste the midnight

min, oil

The needle varies--but returns again; In studious labours and in mental coil;

Still on the Pole the ftrong atraction draws, Who bitter wants in relitude endure,

Faithful to Nature's never-erring laws! Enriching nations, while themselves are Yet Pow'r Despotis, fillid with jealous fear, poor!

Could not endure a land of freedom near: The infant efforts which you early male,

Trampled on rights the Swiss had bravely To resche Genius from Oblivion's shade,

won, And meliorate the starving Sage's lot,

And left Helvetia plunder'd, and undone ! In lapse of time Thall never be forgot 1

Can Britons hear the tale without a figh? Tho' now your pow'rs with rolling years

No-Nature's tribute starts from ev'ry eye: increase,

Your martial spirit, circling to your heart, Augment in War, and ninleiply in Peace;

Burns to embrace the luft'ring Stranger's Build a foundation, on which Time fhall

part; raise

And while “ the Oppressor's wrongs" ofA látting pillar to your well-earn'd praise !

fend the ear,

[spear! Shewing a bright example to men's eyes,

Each hand instinctive seems to grasp the From what weak means the noblest works

The rock they lplit on let this Nation thun; may rise :

'Twas Faction firft Helvetia's wues begun; E'en Rival Nations to your fame aspire,

That snatch'd the dreaded pen from FreeAnd, while they copy, prove that they

dom's band,

{the land admire * :

Which might, with patriot zeal, have fav’d Thus the Banyan t, which solitary stood,

Ere Despots triumph over free born men, Becomes the parent of the mighty wood; They awe the Press, and interdict the Pen; To the rich foil the bouglis depending For never yet was Liberty deftroy'd, Thort,

While man this glorious privilege enjoy'd! And, Heav'n-directed ! cake eternal root.

Would all Usurpers their worst fears conThough great the ills that poverty create,


[the Press : Some men are born fuperior to their faie; They'd own they spring from Freedom of For, wanting all the gdy world adores,

For, while they trample on a Nation's law's Fashion's gay plume, and fickle Fortune's Censure they dread, and court their faves' ftores;

apilavíe : Yet Heav'n, in all its dispensations kind,

Not rothe Prince whoBritain's sceptresware Oft gives the Bard au energy of mind ;

The object of the free-born Muse's praile! • Which ever in his manly horom glows,

His subjects' rights are fitter'd in his mindAnd cheers him in the midst of alı his woes :

The lov'l, ile hononr's rics of mankind! Though poor - of more than hoarded O'er wiion may Heav'n its awful 2;5 wealth poifelt,

[breati ;

throw, Of freedom's fire, this warms a Briton's To blast the traitor, and coofound the fie! That fire, first kinuled by the Hanu Divine, If this lov'd spark of Freedom's pure it fire Which is, my cherish'd Country! only thine!

Be quenchi'd by Vice, or suiter'd to expire; 'Tis thine alone for cast thine eyes around, If timid Policy the right deilroy, Where else does Freedom's Sun illume che Source of our greatness ! day-Spring of our ground?

Farewell the buailed liberties you owa, Th’unhapny Swiss once saw its genial light, That bless the cottage, and eugein the Ere curs'dOppreffion triumphi’ú over Right:

Throne! Simple in manners, and in morals pure,

Which check Ambition in his wild career, With frames, hy Nature, hardeni'd to endure

And Factions awe to falutary fear : The mountain-tempest, and the wintry Farewell thac inborn dignity of mind, wind;

(kind'? Which rais'd you from the level of manWith hearts, though tteeld in war, as Pity

kind; Amidit their alpine Inows, with Freedom That pow'r to plead with bold undaunted bleft,


weall Ambition ne'er disturb'd their tranquil rest; The caule of Freedom, and of England's

Farewell the Press ! by foreign tries atse Die French are fonining a Literary


word! Fund for the example of England. And dreidel more than your avening

† The Banyan, or Indian fig tree. - This The noble fabric, by our Fathers rau's, curious :ree propagues itself hy bending its Whicli, but once know, is ever to be branches to the earth, wlicre they take rool


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Has made you jealous of a right fo dear Oh! no! thou Child of Genius and Woe!
Dread of its loss, a Briton's only fear! No more thy sorrows fhall unheeded flow;
Be that preserv'd l and, 'midst the storms Nor is the privilege to us confind,
of Fate,

To feel the pangs of thy'exalted mind : This empire shall remain as free as great! lo diftant climes thy recret figlis are heard, And Lihety, to half the earth unknown, Thy wants are succour'd, and thy fame Bestill protected by THE BRITISH

rever'd. THRONE.

INDUs for you unlocks her golden stores*,

And the same bark, that yoits lier prosADDRESS

perous fhores,

[great, For the Anniversary of the Literary Fund, The great makes wealthy, and the wealthy April 21, 1803. Written and recited by For Pity there to you consigns her freight. SAMUEL Birch, Ejg.

Oh I might the lines that advocate their

cause, wake your sympathy from year to

And for relief solicit, not applause; year,

In some high-favour'd moment find access The exulting Muse resumes her office here : Here, where the generous miud expands Oh! might the matchless Graces of our

To Beauty's eye, the foother of distress! alone

10le For others' cares, forgetful of its own.


On this, the Mules' claim, but deign to Dear social joys! which human wues con.

Might those soft shrines, where melting troul,

Mercy Thews Supply and share this banquet of the soul ! This wide-extending Featt, beyond your Of hapless OTWAY; for he made his care

Her parest gems, but kindle at the woes view,

[you. Full many a drooping heart partakes

with whore filver numbers never fail to move

To paint the wrongs and virtues of the Fair: 1 Your warm profufion, like the bounteous The mind to Honour and to virtuous Love :

Revifits, cheers, and fructifies the foil ;

Shield of their fex, and champion of their O'er the parch’ú desart pours its healthful His heart all Toftness, but his foul all truth,

youth, wave, To raise expiring Genius from the grave.

Who lov'd their innocence, upheld their

fame, As infant Thoots the fultry folftice mourn,

[their thame And spring in verdure at its bleft return;

Who shar'd their sorrows, and who mourn'd In piring wani, so, many an Orphan here

Oh! might his fate, resifless as his verse, Subdues the struggling of the swelling tear,

With woes unfeigo'd their gentle boroms Till, the kind influence of your bounty To prove at once our ornament and aid,

pierce, known, They start in freams of gratitude alone.

'Twould be a tribute grateful to his made.

For deeds of mercy, where they take their Can they who bound at ease o'er claffic

part, ground,

Affect more tenderly the human heart; Content to view the fairy prospect round, And human forrows ever helj most dear Forget the man, whore toils in regret tend The mighty magic of the Female's tear. To smooth the steep, by which they may Might hearts that (well the Hero to reward ascend?

But spare one siglo for the recording Bard; Explore the mines beneath to charm their Then would the Poer's bays have like resight,


nown, With ORE, his fahours only brought to And emulate the Victor's laurel crown : Or wind the labyrinth, obícure, alone, The Lyre, tho' cypress-clad, we then might To cull the sweets from flowers, till then

view unknown;

Enshrin'd in blooming roses, dropping dew: Laden with treafure, like the bees' employ, Again would Phoebus fee his Vestal train To heap the hive for o:hers to enjoy ? With graceful offerings crowd his facred Can they, thus favour’d, on their way

fane. proceed,

To them,--to you,--the hallow's trust is Regardless of the Claffic Peasant's need?


(Heav'n; For, oh! not all the letter'd wealth that To watch the lambent flame that points to ftores his brain,

To tread with awe the consecrated ground, Can yield one niite tv e se his hofom's pain: And feed the ray that cheers the vatt proCan they? -Oh! ou !—your glorious deeds found ; proclaim,

Of Britain's Isle to guard the living light, A Nation's Glory must not prove its Shame. And fave his Votaries from o'erwhelming These crowded walls, all el quent, declare

night. The Sons of Science never tall de'pair; Nor shall the deathless wrt), that binds * In allurinn to a donation from India, their brows,

(see p. 299) which has purchased 7001. Be allole meeu a thoughtless world bestows. Pennanent Stock for this Society.


blest ;

And varies thro’ the night her love-lom B

ODE TO MELANCHOLY. Then hafte thee, QUEEN of W08, from
By Mr. DYER.

mortal eye ;
NYMPH of pallid hue and raven Thy manfion fix within some lowly cell,

Where pale.ey'd Supersticion loves to Whoin fequefter'd scenes art wonttorest, dwell, Deep-nurturing some grief within thy Wearied of life, and lingers but to die : breast,

As the sand streams to mark the feeling Some weight of grief, that none with thee hour,

[doom, may share;

Lo fow,

As the death's head reminds thee of thy Whofe cys, whence tears have long forgot As the spade rinks thy future grave-bed ToHeav'n directed looks, of earth afraid;


[thy tomb. How dear to me thy form of speechless u oe! I too will learn to die, fad Pilgrim, at And sacred are thy haunts, thou solitary For, oh I whatever form I see thee wear, maid !

If yet soft MERCY dwell within thy Of art thou seen beside the willowy stream; breast, And, though no youthful smile adorns Thyself so fad, yet anxious to make

thy face, Tho' on thy cheek no roses we may chace, For others' woe if thou the ligh wilt spare; Yet doft thou, in thy spring of life, lome Tho' like the sage, that only liv'd to weep; virgin leem!

Tho' all the load of bumao ills were Tby vesture careless hangs, as snow-drop

thine ; white;

(thy zone; for thee will I forego the balmy neep, Loole. Poating fall thy locks; unbound Or, wanderiig wild like thee, will make Thine eye now softly sad, now wildly thy sorrows mine. bright,

[love but one. Bespeaks a Lover dead, and thou wilt

O DE Now are thou feen now. lingering in the On tbe Birth-day of S. Bentley, May 9, wood,


1800, wbo oben completed bis 7&sb Year t. Lumen oculorum meurum,

G Where pours the nightingale her liquid

ipsum non est mecum. E wiapo in praises, O my soul! the



Warms and illumes once more my natal As tho' her male were fled, or tender

An æra niew with me is now begun ; [ray ! To thee more pleasing then the vettment gray,

Oh! may Heav'n bless it with propitious

(train, Pale Mourner ! saddest of the widow My eyes, alas ! no rays relume; yet still Doom'd to lament, at thy dark close of day,

In Heav'o I trust, await its awful nou ! Some aged Priam dead, some youthful Resign'd, ftill zealous to perform its will, Hector lain.

Still tremble and adore, ftill thank my

Thee Fancy sometimes hails the Muse of


Time was, (for Memory brings paft scenes

to view, Whom fabled wrongs can wake to real

[eye,) OVID's foft fictions make thee mel ac

And paints them clearly in the mental

When each year's birth-day pleasures would lieart,

renew; And suff’ring gholtsinstruct the tearto flow. Does tender forrow Pity's BARD * ine

And birth-day after birth-day all was joy. fpire ?

[moan. Sweet is Reflection on my former days! Thy luie responsive breathes the tr. gic

Such re-enjoyment only now is mine. But does Orestes curse the God of firet? And, oh! white-handed Hope, give forth Quick duft thou leave thy lute, to listea thy rays!

[divine !

Gild thou my future days with beams Say, can that penfive look thy mind re

Cume then, (wec! Recollection, sport ac [cents fall,

will; veal,

(warm. While from thy lips th' unhnith'd ac

Re-trace p Ascenes; they will my bosom As tho' the forward tongue could utter And, oh! dear mentai Peace,. be with me all,


(transform. Which yet thy secret holom would conceal?

Thou wilt Life's Winter dicar to May Witness to wrongs no pily can relieve; Time was, when Reading, Painting, and To joys which flatter, but must shortly

the Muse,

(leiene, flee;

Engag'd my time; save when, the day E'en fancied misery wakes the cause I would more (al:tary pattine choose, grief ;

[righ for thee! And sport with bowlers on the level Thou hast a figh for all ; none heaves a


Alludes to the vuitoas ot che monks * Euripides.

of La Trappe. † Euripidis Oreftes, V. 416.

+ See this Month's Obituary, Feb. 28.


to his moan.

Oft I would tráce wide fields thro’ forze - Time was, 'I linger'd on our E. ftern shore, and lings;

[run ; To view the fuu's bright darling rays And limid bare with nimble greyhours

arife ; kuusd when the covey, ciang'd in air Soon far and near the waves were spangled their wings,


(ejes! Suon gain'J a bird by aid of dog and gun. Then foods of glory charm'd my ravish'd Swall was my joy in sanguinary sports ; Oft I would tuneful breathe my vesper lay, Save when, unkennel'd from his earth In meditation wrapt would walk along; deep made,

[ports Till red refulgent glosy clos's the day, The villain Fox was chas'd with loud re- And warbling ba'us in chorus joy falsaeg. By a delighted joily cavalcade.

Frequent l've rambled in the spring-tide Time was, I mounted purposely my fteed,

hours ;

(garders pry, To Aare the Fox-chace joys į thea Would groves and fields explore, thras trim'd along;

And, in minutett forms and Cinks of flow'rs, And, light of weight, a match for most in View Wisdom's works with microfpeed,


scopic eye. Was never backward in the sportive Au hail, divine Philosophy i thou light Oh! with what glee and joy I've caughs To clear the clouded mind! wo tee 'tis the sounds, [hing ihades,

giv'ı While riding thso'the Needwood's plea: To trace th' Almigbiy's works, and thick Of hantíman, mellow hors, and op’ning


[lo Hear'a bounds;

(glades. To wing the soul from earth, and gunle Then join'd the jovial chace thro' all the

Time was, Theatrics did me much engage; The harmony to aid, the Huntsman's throng When Garrick, in full zenith of bis Twang'd and reo wang’dy wbile spanking pow'rs, o'er the grounds ;

Fix'd all my raptur'd feases to the stage ; And undulating air, froń clumps among, 'Twas figli cujoyment for loug ev'niag Loud echo'd, theu redoubled, soft the

hours. fuunds.

Oh! grand it was to fee, to feel, to hear, Time was, I learn'dihe science of defence ; When he would varied pattions raging Fue sword to sword makes equal man to,


But, when in Tender sceves he dropp'd Nor guard nor ward axe malice callid pre


(ment! penie,

[gan. His tones were then enchanting ravith. But virtue dcem'd, since civil rule be

Time was, my Muse one sprig of Laurel But never, was my fword once


(fame : drawn,

But now a wreath diringuities my Ner, noi 'gainit infolence or lofty pride; The Literati's * favour is ob'ained ; With blood of man,–00, never Itaim'd the

They in the Poeis' lift entuil'd my name! lawn; Honour with rectitude my constant guide. Pray God it be noc visionary! lo !

Peace (miles t, tho' ditant, glearning Time was, to serve my King, my country mildly sound! dear,

[arms ; We will, Mould the 2018 her boons bestow, By smart drill sergeants I was tralu'd 10 Be both with olive and the laurel Fix'd loyally in ferve, a Volunteer,

crown'd. Should Kobels vex she state with War's

O Peace, what pencil can pourtray thy al ri.

face ! When Study cloy'd, I fled to find the drill! Thy attributes beneficent combine,

'Twas dutcipline severe, yet vid me good; Thy placid mien, inimitable grace ! Wrn cuculation brisk iny veins would till, Or give thy charms to giuw iu rays di

Quote falutary ther, like daily food. Pleas'l, I obey'd implicitly command,

THE OLD MAID'S PETITION. Tobiad, present, to march or swift or

But eailier, buippuu is tbe roke dijellid, With fortitude it made my heait expand, Than obat tu bicb, wirbering on ibe virginibern, And military grace and spirit know. Burb lives an dies in fingte blejedrejs."

SHAKS PEARL Hope forms the

God prayer,

may prevail,

BITY the sorrows of an amique maid, To Acin the tide of War's destructive ire! Who mourns her fingle, lad, fortoro Granı us no more for tlaughter'd iroops to

ettale, wani!

[ber lyre. Ye Bachelois, obtend to my complaint, The Muse mall then enraptur'd woke Adulti commiferation foothe my fate.

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t In May 1800, this was propbetic. Evit.


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Hard is the lot of the unwedded dame, Ye Bachelors, attend to Stella's prayer, To pass midt (corns and jeers her term Who Jongs “ to love, to honour, and of life,

obey;" Who gladly would her liberty resign, Then Love shall crown you with his myrTo gain thai enviable title, Wife.

tle wreath,

And gentle Hymen the kind deed repay: From this wan cheek the crimfon tints are

Haverhill, April 5.

JOHN W510.. Aed,

[flower'd, By cruel Time of every charm de

IMPRESSIONS OF SICKNESS. Displeas'd with all, nay, with myself dit

CHEN Sickness fills the soul with pleas'd,

fears, I brood in silence, by the spleen de

When Death with dismal face appears, Oft-times to speed the lazy-footed bours, We earnestly do pray; I sit and Aroke, sweet Puss, thy tortoise. No sooner we have gain’d relief brow;

From galling pain and bitter grief, Chirp to my linnet; or with gentle hand

Than Virtue flies away. “ Bind the pink ribbon round my dear A raging fever l'other day bow-wow."

(Seizing Avarus for its prey)

Confin'd him to his bed ; While Disappointment preys upon my minil,

He seem'd to see fell Death advance, Aix all fair Wedlock's prospects round

And point with certain aim his lance me close,

At his devoted head. blame not, if with care-difpelling gin R. I gain a short oblivion of my woes !

He rais'd his fuppliant hands on high

Amidt his weeping family; Once happier days I knew, when sportive

He gasp'd aloud for death. mirth

[hour ; He look'd upon his guilty itore, Gilt the bright pinions of each halcyon He wilh'd it giv'n to the poor, Each golden morning wak'd me to new

To ransom life from death. bliss,

(pow'r. The skill of doctors now he tries ; And fable eve to charm poffelled the Sleep (which had long forsook his eyes) Qft at the midnight ball with graceful ease

In medicine he seeks. I dancd, in falhion's gayeft crappings

The fever now no longer burns, drest;

[eye !

Health to his frame again returns, What belle but view'd me with an envious

And colour to his cheeks. What beau but felt a palpitating breast ! His proffer'd vows neglected lie,

His well-form'd pray’rs now droop and die, Yes, I had charms (forgive my fulsome

Since nature is rettor'd; strains);

But, just before, he sohb’d and figh'd, Disporting Cupids frolick'd in my hair ;

His tongue in broken accents cried, Young Smiles and Graces in each' feature

“ Have pity on me, Lord !" play'd, And all combin'd to render Stella fair.

Thus when the elements conspire,

And lightnings burl their forked fire, Amid the fùppliant crowd that own'd my

Alarm the Sailor's mind; fway,

No longer blithe, no longer gay, Alexis bow'd, a kind, engaging youth ; Nor pass in mirth his hours away, Upon his brow fair Virtue sat enthron'd,

To grief and prayer resign'd. And his blue eyes beam'd conttancy and

Soon as the dathing waves fubside, truth.

Soon as he items the angry tide, Coqueteira arts awhile deceiv’d the youth; No longer sick nor faint;

At length he saw I sported with his pain; But, juft before, when waves did roll, To thun contempt, he sought the hostile And peals of thunder shook the pole, scene,

The Sailos was a saint. And met his fate on India's torrid plain,

He now throws off his dismal mood, Why, Retrospection, dwell upon the past ?

Resumes his mirth, nor loaths his food, I figh for present peace, for heartfelt

And merrily he fings reft ;

Of dangers past, of woes to come, O for some male, some tender-hearted male, The bliss, the hazard of his doom, To fill the craving void within my breaft!

The happiness of kings.

Thus when Affliction and Disease O would he come, and proffer hand and Deny our miud both peace and ease, heart!

We pray, and look aghaft; Glad I'd relinquish fav’rite dog and cat;

As soon as well, we err again, Dicky Thould all my fond carefses lore ;

Our fav'rile fins we still retain,
And gio give place to tea and social chat.

Unconscious of the past,
GENT. MAQ, April, 1803.


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