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ELIZA. So food Eliza on the wood-crown'd height,
O'er MINDEN's plain, spectatress of the fight; Sought with bold eye, amid the bloody ftrite, Her dearer felf, the partner of her life; From hill to hill, the ruling host pursu'd, And view'd his banner-or believ'd the view'd! Pleas'd with the dittant roar, with quicker tread, Faft by her hand, one lifping boy the led; And one fair girl, amid ihe loud aların, Slept on her kerchief, cradled by her arm; While round her brows bright beams of HonoUR
dart And Love's warm eddies circle round her heart! Near, and more near, th' intrepid beauty press’d, Saw, thro' the driving fmoke, his dancing creli; Saw on his helm her virgin hands inwove, Bright fars of gold, and mystic knots of LOVE; Heard the exulting shout-"They run! they run!" Great God!' the cry'd, · he's safe! the battle's
won!' A ball now hisses thro' the airv tides Some fury wing'd it, and some dæmon guides ! Parts the fine locks, her graceiul head ihat deck, Wounds her fair ear, and links into her neck; The red-fircam issuing from her azure veins, Dies her white veil, heriv'ry bofom stains:
Ah, me!' the cry’d; and, sinking on the ground, Kils'd her dear babes, regardless of the wound:
Oh, ceare not vet to beat, thou vital urn; • Wait, gushing life-oh, wait my love's return!
Hoarfe barksthe wolf, the vulture screams from far, • The angel Pity shuns the walks of wär: • Oh,spare, ye war-hounds, spare their tender age! . On me, on me,' she cry'd, exhaut your rav! Then with weak arins hér weeping babes cares de And, lighing, hid them in her blood-stain d voi From tent to tent, th' impatient warrior fliei, Apar in his heart, and phreniy in his eyes:
Eliza's name along the camp he calls-
Speak low,” he cries; and gives his little hand: " ELIZA
eps upon the dew-cold fand;" Poor weeping babe, with bloody fingers press’d, And try'd, with pouting lips, her milkless breaft: • Alas, we both with cold and hunger quake! “ Why do you weep?-Mama will soon awake.”
She'll wake no more!' the hopeless mourner cry'd, Upturn’d his eyes, and clasp'd his hands, and figh’d: Stretch'd on the ground, awhile, entranc'd he lay, And press'd warm kisses on the lifeless clay; And then up-fprung, with cold, convulsive startAnd all the father kindled in his heart: • Oh, heav'n's!' he cry'd, my first raih vow forgive, · These bind to earth--for THESE I pray to live! Round his chill babes he wrapp'd his crimson vest, And clasp'd them, fobbing, to his aching brealt.
THE WOODBINE. THO' from thy bank of velvet borne,
Hang not, fair flow'r, thy drooping crest; MARIA's bofom thou thalt find
The softest-sweetest bed of rest. Tho' from mild zephyrs’ kiss no more
Ambrosial balms thou shalt inhale, Her gentle breath, whene'er she lighs
Shall fan thee with a purer gale. But thou be thankful for that bliss,
For which in vain a thousand burn, And as thou fealest sweets from her, Give back thy choiceit in return
Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels fungi
CHARITY, decent, modeft, easy, kind,
Each other gift, which God on man bestows,
As through the artist's intervening glass,
A little we discover, but allow
But soon the mediate clouds shall be dispell’d,
Then, confiant FAITH, and holy hope shall die; One lott in certainty, and one in joy · Whilst thou, more happy pow'r, fair CHARITY, Triumphant filier, greateft of the three, Thy oflice and thy nature fiill the same, Lalting thy lamp, and unconsum'd thy flame, Shalt liill survive Shalt stand before the host of heav'n confeft, For ever blefling, and for ever bleft.
Could chrystallize this facred treasure!
Benign restorer of the foul!
THE WILLING SLAVE. On an AFRICAN WOMAN, whose favourite boy was kidnapped
by the crew of a boat. The SAILORS, moved by the distress of the MOTHER, would have restored the CHILD; but the MATE, whose heart was rendered callous by long practice in this degrading traffic, chose to retain him, observing, that the agonies of the MOTHER would induce her to become a voLUNTARY SLAve rather than part with him. It happened
as he said. OH, HENRY! didst thou hear in vain
The moving tale the captain told? Go, then, and heap the fordid gain,
And sell thy fellow-men for gold! Yet, when the dingy mother rov'd
With eager step, and sought her child, E’en sailors, ftern of heart, were mov'd
With her fad moan and gestures wild. “ Give her, her boy, poor fool!” they cry'd :
" Why agonize a tender mind?” Harpoon'd! harpoon'd!' the mate reply'd :
• Slack fail!—The'll not be long behind.' 'Twas so :-lhe kiss'd her children dear,
Beckon'd the boat across the wave-
* The law of gravitation.