abandoned" muft that man be, who would wish to spot fo fair an impreffion of his works.

The reclufe continued..."in this folitude I have habituated my mind to the felfifh philofophy that infufes ftubbornness, while the fortitude that gives patience has eluded my grafp. Confuming in this folitary grove feven years, I have been reafoning, but could not, as I hoped, forget

ORIGINAL.

for one moment to feel-I ftrove against nature; the unnatural combat has nearly exhaufted my frame, without relieving my heart,

"Your appearance and manner have roufed my long dormant philanthrophy; my mind feems recovering a degree of elafticity; its contractions expand; its af fections renew; but it is too late, I wander.

The writer of the following lines (the fame we prefume awho.communicated the piece entitled "Dominus providebit" in our laft number) bas caufed us no little trouble in torrecting bis falfe quantities. Of fimilar faults in the other piece que forbore to complain; and as they were few, filently cor rected them; but in the prefent there were fo many negligences entirely unpardonable in any one who pretends to write latin verfe, that nothing, but a fincere defire to encourage whatever wears the appearance of claffical learning, could have perfuaded us to prepare it for infertion. When we folicit contributions from verfifiers in any language, we expect that they, and not we, fbould take care of their profody.

AD VIRUM CLARISSIMUM

HERSCHELIUM.

CUM tua te genitrix vitaï ferret in au

ras,

Dictaretque tibi profpera fata parens, Adftiterant Mufæ, plorantemque una Sororum

Excipit, et dulci colljnit ora favo : Quærenti Uraniæque foret quod amabile nomen

Huic, Herschelius eft agnomen puero. Bile olim, dixit, cali Septemplicis orbes, Signa minora polo fixaque fidera Metiri, occafum atque ortum fignare do

cebit, Aftrorum, et quidquid lucidus orbis habet.

(To be continued.)

hind.

At thy approach the waking worlds rejoice;

Borne on the bofom of the heaithful gale Floats the wild mufick of the warbler's voice,

While Echo bids thee welcome in the vale.

The hum induftrious of the village train, The ploughboy's whittle, and the milk; maid's fong,

That claim'd the nodding tribute of the nodding fwain,

Or check'd the woodman as he jogg'd along.

The fofter mufick of the pastoral lay, A while fubmitting to the horn's fhrill found,

Roufing by turns the sprightly lambkin's play,

The eager courfer, or the fleeting hound.

These various charms thy feafon
brings,

While, grateful to my eye,
Within my breast a transport
fprings,

Art never can fupply.

Thy mien presents the virgin's fmile
To fubtilty unknown;

Who thinks each heart devoid of
guile

And fpotlefs as her own.

In every blooming grace attir'd;
Unmindful that her fparkling eye
Had all the villain's bofom fir'd,
And brew'd the storm of mifery.

Thy fifter, dear Simplicity.

Come, gentle exile of Patana's fhore, And draw the veil by fashion rent afide, Forbid each eye promifcuous to explore Those latent beauties Nature meant to hide.

Illume the cheek that recently display'd At once the lily's and the morning's glow;

E'en in thy absence health begins to fade,

And fee the crinfon yielding to the fnow.

And when thou com'ft, more grateful than the Spring,

Crown'd with green garlands, after Winter's reign;

With all thy bleffings this inftruction bring,

And let the moral echo round the plain.

Thofe charms fo fair were far more lovely ftill,

If obvious only to the mental eye. Thofe beauties, form'd the ravifl'd heart to thrill,

Expos'd to all will foon that power deny.

Thofe fmiles, fo open to the vulgar fight, Were foon unheeded as the mid-day beam;

That bofom gives more exquifite delight Conceal'd-and throbbing but in fancy's

dream.

Arabia's perfumes lavish'd on the breeze Soon grow familiar to the fated sense,

And each attempt that beauty makes to please,

Devoid of modefty, but gives offence.

The lofty fruit, that toil to reach demands, Acquir'd, a richer bestows; recompence And the rude thorn, that guards from vulgar hands,

But gives a higher value to the rose.

LINES

On the Elm Tree, which for many years bas been the ornament of Court-firect, and was cut down in the beginning of this month. YON mutilated trunk but late

The fairest Elm tree rais'd, That e'er adorn'd the rural state, Or e'er by bard was prais'd. Twas there I ftood, when on my mind A voice exulting broke, Which pierc'd its branch's stubborn rind, And thus triumphant spoke. "Where art's ambitious reign presumes To curb mild nature's fway, Above the towers and fhining domes, My verdant honours play. "With foes beleaguer'd still my race Lo, like a caftle here I grace Holds footing in the land:

The city's midmost stand:
"Confiding in whose sheltering care,
From diftant grove and glade
Shall all the woodland fpirits dare
Its hoftile streets invade.

"The feather'd race fhall hither throng, Obedient to my call;.

And pour in choirs the forest fong
From every echoing wall.

"The noify artist's grating found,

The lawyer's pedant phrase, The merchant's cant fhall cease around, And lift to rural lays.

"The prisoner from his grate shall view
My green tops flourish fair,
And blefs each bird upon the boagh,

Whofe fong beguiles his care.
"She, on the gently waving bough
Shall build the frequent neft,
And be at peace, while all below
Unquiet fcenes molest.