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Where is that joy-commanding mien, Which filled with fmiles the rofeate hours?

Where is that robe of tender green,

Embellished with a thoufand flow'rs ? Much altered maid! with fighs I trace

Thy tattered garb, and dripping hair! And oh! that wildnefs in thy face

Tells, in thy foul, what's paffing there! Faded by Winter's breath, appears

Thy brow, no more with garlands dreft, Thine eyes are dim with flowing tears,

And rude winds chill thy naked breaft! By Winter's arm the deed was done!

The tyrant came, in ftorms arrayed; And, half-extinguishing the fun,

Too foon difrobed my lovely maid ! The peafant plods unheedful by,

Nor ftops to mourn thy changed attire; But haftens to his cottage nigh,

And crouches o'er his faggot fire. E'en those who hail'd that joyful day, When Spring and Summer bleffed thy

arms,

Ungrateful turn their eyes away,

And scorn thee for thy waited charms. But I, ftill doating! oft-times rɔam, Midft ftorms, to mark thý bloom decline; And oft forfake my focial home,

To mix my falling tears with thine!—
-Yet fcon fhall Spring's returning fun
Reftore to joy my penfive maid;
And foon, enraptured millions run,

To greet thee in the fragrant shade!
E'en now I view thee graceful rife,
Forgetful of thy annual toil !
E'en now I view thy radiant eyes

Diffufe a more than mortal finile!
Then I, the humblest of thy train,

The happieft of thy train fhall be ! No more to hear thy voice complain, But rove at large with Joy and thee! JOHN, THE HERMIT.

Cottage of Mon Repos, near Canterbury, Kent.

(To be continued.)

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Like my poor aunt, thou haft feen better
days!
[was thy lot,

Well curled and powdered, once it
To frequent balls, and masquerades, and
[what!
plays,
And panorama's, and the Lord knows
O thou hast heard e'en Madam Mara fing,
And oft-times vifited my Lord Mayor's
treat;
[King,
And once, at Court, was noticed by the
Thy form was fo commodious, and fo

neat![mop! Alas! what art thou now? a mere old With which our house-maid Nan, who

hates a broom,

room!.

Dufts all the chambers in my little fhop.
Then hides thee, flily, in this lumber
[too!!!
Such is the fate of Wigs! and Mortals
After a few more years than thine are
paft,
[Jew,
The Turk, the Chriftian, Pagan, and the
Muft all be shut up in a box at last!
Vain Man! to talk fo loud, and look fo
big!
[and a Wig!
How fmall's the difference 'twixt thee
How small indeed! for speak the truth [
muft,

Wigs turn to dufters, and man turns to duff.
JOANNES DELLIUS RUSTICIUS
Cottage of Mon Repos,
near Canterbury, Kent.

SONNET 11.

To a Mouse.

HAIL, little fleek and nimble fellow, hail ! [fee

Thy fparkling eyes, and ears erect I And eke thy whiskers, and thy pointed

tail,

[thee. And with that I could run as fait as Thou nightly robber of my cheese and bread, [fo fmall

I grudge thee not thy thefts, thou art And, even fhould't thou bite my nose in bed, [thee all t My heart's fo foft, I fhould forgive How fweet is pity! how it makes us weep! [another! And how it makes us cling to oneWe feel for dogs, for affes, calves, and sheep. [ther, Just as we feel for filer and for broYes! I can pity even thee, O Mouse! And fmaller things than thee have

made me cry: [louse Twas but laft week I faved a wounded Thrown from a beggar that was palling by! [beg Inhuman beggar! may't thou vainly For, O, the loufe had broke its seventh

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He whistled as if cares he had but few, Sweetly he whiftled, as most blackbirds [ing note!". The Hare in rapture cries, "Ah, charmThe fongfter paus'd; but soon his shining throat [train, Swells out in varied flights of warbling Stops, then pours forth in melody again, As tho' the lift'ner's meaning he could tell, [well.

And better fings, to hear he fings fo True merit foars upon the wings of praise, [pays, Excelling ftill, that price, as candour Where we admire what's done, wrote, faid, or fung, [tongue. Our praise withheld, 'tis Envy locks the Envy, that fin of Reason, tock no root Within the bofom of our gentle brute. A cadence wild and new the minstrel [cries, "Oh, lovely bird!" his grateful hearer "How kind to fit contented on that tree, And there for hours to fing, and fing for

tries.

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Oh, pretty innocent! devoid of harm, From Heav'n thou'rt fent us to delight and charm:

No cruel qualities to thee belong; Thy mind must be incapable of wrong." A Worm who from her clay, to catch fome air, [our Hare, Had raised her humble head, and heard Thus fpake; but firft fhe wip'd her chin just thrice; [pects but twice. Three times the hemm'd; the Mufe fuf"Oh, lovely beaft! how good, how kind are you, [view ;

To place your charming figure in my

Some new-difcovered grace your form
difplays;
[ways.
At ev'ry turn you charm ten thousand
Oh, elegant contour! I am fincere,
The line of beauty in thy very ear,
Thy gracious fweep of back, that taper
nose,
[does;

Thy fpeaking eyes are black as faining
Such grace of attitude, fo foft thy tread,
A Venus Medicis thy turn of head.
Lov'd beaft! as kind as beauteous must
thou be,
[to me:
With fuch a thape, to fhew that shape
You must be fure incapable of harm,
Thou'rt fent from Heav'n to delight and

charm: [trace They talk of lambs, Lavater well might Meeknefs and mercy in thy blameless face." [is quite abfurd. "Hey!" quoth the Hare; "this clack And why d'ye call a beat yon lovely bird?" [try fonga "Bird!" replied the Worm," and palI prais'd the Greyhound that there fweeps along." [hriek, "Greyhound!" cries the Hare, in piteous "Ah! do you call the cruel Greyhound meek?" [could praise just now, "Think," faid the Worm, "how you The curled rogue that fqualls on yonder bough.

His noble fong is but a dirge or knell. Sing, monster! to the Rock thy murders tell. [form; For others feel, good Pufs, thy fpeech reThy Blackbird is a Greyhound to the Worm:

In his melodious beak I yield my breath; My beauteous Greyhound courtes you to death:

I hear no mufic whence I dread the blow; You fee no beauty in your deadly foe."

MORAL.

Whilft a circumftance anfwers any convenience to ourselves, we are in general ealy about its ill confequences to others; fo we are not ready at per.

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ceiving excellence in that which is of FROM THE GREEK OF SIMObenefit to others, unless we derive ad. vantage from it ourselves.

BRYANTSTONE CLIFF.

By the Author of the "PEASANT'S FATE."

Written in 1790.

LONG have thofe groves which rural
Thomson fung,

The bleft retreats of our immortal Young,
In filence lain, a defolated scene!
Crush'd every flower, and faded every
green!

No more proud Eaftbury triumphant reigns,

The glory of the fam'd Dorfetian plains ; Yet lol in miniature, before our eyes, Surpris'd, we view a new Arcadia rise, Where Art and Nature, join'd in union bleft, [drelt. Shine proudly forth, in equal fplendors Since more ignoble streams the bards of yore

Have taught fucceeding ages to adore, Shalt thou, majeltic Stour, unsung remain,

Nor claim the tribute of a rustic strain ? Delightful river! oft have I furvey'd, Enwrapt, thy courfe, as on thy banks I tray'd,

Where the dank willows drink the limpid

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Danae, daughter of Acrifius, King of Argos, was confined in a brazen tower by her father, who had been told by an oracle that his daughter's fon would put him to death. His endeavours to prevent Danaë from becoming a mother proved fruitlefs. Enamoured of her charms, Jupiter introduced himself to her bed, by changing himself into a golden shower. From his embraces Danaë had a fon, named Perfeus, with whom he is expofed to the fea in an open bark.

THE winds loud clamour'd, and the azure deep, [ous fpray; Lafhed the weak veffel with tempettu. When Danaë, forced her wretched fate to [ray.

weep,

Felt not of happinefs one beaming Pale were her lovely cheeks, her accents wild, [heart; And murky forrow brooded o'er her The big tear rolled-and, as the prefs'd her child, [impart.

weep,

She trove in artlefs words her tale to What woes have I, my lovely babe to [fchool! Lorn pupil of Misfortune's rigid Whilst you, fweet Perfeus, in my bolom deep, [emollient rule.

And blunt each thorn 'neath Sleep's What though at intervals Selene's ray Dance o'er the lucid bofom of each [way :

wave !

No guardian genius points the friendly Alas! the aufpice of a watery grave! Rock'd in the cradle of the waving fea, Thou feel it no terrors, whilst thy lovely face

Bows to the wave, that revelling free, Sports round the archetype of infant

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Gives to the hare with winged fpeed
To brush the lawn or flowery mead ;
And, though we blush to own the truth,
The lion arms with iron tooth.
To birds the gives the power to fly,
And hold the regions of the sky;
And, mindful of the finny race,
Ocean's immeafurable space.
Man too, with fortitude elate,
Boldly contemns the threatened fate.
But fay, if thus to each in turn
She pour the fecrets of her urn,
Does there not till fome gift remain,
Some gift the female fex attain ?
Beauty-hall be the fair one's prize,
For what with Beauty's magie vies?
She, who poffeffes Beauty's charms,
Ner fire ner ruthlefs fteel difarms;
Proudly the views both land and fea,
Bow to her fhrine the bended knee.

LOVE WITHOUT ARMS.

Σ.

IMITATEDINPART FROM THE FRENCH.

IDALIA'S little god, one day,

Who near to lovely Rofa stood, Threw bow and arrows quick away, And quench'd his flambeau in the flood.

A chrystal tear begem'd each eye,

He feem'd by wee full fore oppreft; Sob after fob, and figh on figh,

Broke from his anxious heaving breast. Thinking that fome one's Bern dildain Thus caus'd the urchin to complain,

With footsteps light as air I fled,

To hufh his frantic piercing cries, To quell his fears, to chafe his head,

And wipe his cheeks and humid eyes,

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When thus the rofy trembling child
Whisper'd to me, in accents mild :
"Can't thou view fair Rofa's charms,
And mark her brilliant eyes of fire;
That face which ev'ry bofom warms;
And then my caufe of grief inquire?
For whilft fuch fmiles adorn the maid,
I'must confefs myself outdone;
She'll conquer hearts without my aid,

And make all bow before her throne."
I caft one look-when to my coft
I found, like Love, my peace was loft.
J. B****N.

Liverpool, May 6, 1802.

THE VOICE OF HIM I LOVE.

BY MRS. OPIE.

HENCE far from me, ye fenfeless joys, That fade before ye reach the heart,

The crowded dome's distracted noise,
Where all is pomp and useless art!
Give me my home, to quiet dear,
Where hours untold and peaceful

move;

So fate crdain I sometimes there
May hear the voice of him I love.
I hate e'en mufic's pleafing power
When giddy crowds my tones attend,
But love to fing at evening's hour
To footh the forrows of a friend.
I love to breathe the plaintive lays

That Henry's heart and taste approve For, oh! how fweet in tones of praise Appears the voice of him I love! The praises I from others hear

Some joy may to my pride impart, But Henry's wake the rapturous tear, For his applaufes touch my heart. From bufy crowds o'erjoyed I fly,

With him in lonely fhades to rove,
For e'en in gayeft scenes I figh

To hear the voice of him I love.
I woo the drama's magic powers,
Seek mufic's ever-crowded farine,
In learning pass the studious hours,

Or try the Mufe's wreath to twine ;
Yet ftill I feel a joy more dear,

Though I thefe pure delights approve, When in retirement's fcenes I hear The foothing voice of him I love.

JOURNAL

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JOURNAL OF THE PROCEEDINGS

OF THE

SECOND SESSION OF THE FIRST PARLIAMENT OF THE UNITED KINGDOM OF GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND.

[Continued from Vol. XLI. Page 490. ]

HOUSE OF LORDS.

WEDNESDAY, MAY 26.

LORD HOLLAND brought forward a motion, "That an humble Addrefs be prefented to his Majesty, praying, that an account may be laid before the House of the money that may arise from the fale of old Naval Stores.'

A converfation took place, when the expreffion "may arise" being objected to as inapplicable, Lord Holland withdrew his motion.

MILITIA BILL.

Lord Hobart moved the fecond reading of the Militia Augmentation Bill. His Lordship faid, that this was a Bill on which it was easy to foresee that a difference of opinion might take place; that he therefore felt it his duty, as one of the fervants of the Crown, to anticipate the objections, and though he could not poffibly do fo by all, he thought he could both forefee and answer the moft material. The principle of the Bill, he said, did not go to alter the prefent Militia Laws, but to confolidate them into one act; a fervice for which he was perfuaded Minifters would have the thanks of all concerned in adminiftration, The fituation of the country, with relation to France, rendered an increafed military force neceffary: he till thought, as on the night when the Treaty of Peace was difcuffed, that a firm and durable pacification was obtained; but the increafed power of France had rendered precaution neceffary, and that the increased popula. tion of the country, from feven to ten millions, were included in it. The proposed augmentation of the militia, he obferved, was eventual, anti only to be called for when urgent circumftances required, and did not amount to more than 20,000 men beyond the old eftab. lifhment. That it had been asked of him, from the highest authority, why the full augmentation was not at once propofed? or why the regular army was not increased, and the militia left to stand

VOL. XLII. JULY 1802,

as it was? The motive of Minifters was the preferving the ancient conftitutional force, and the maintenance of that economy which the neceffary expences of the war had made it requifite to obferve.

Lord Suffolk reviewed the observations of the Noble Lord who began the debate. He maintained that the Bill was op preffive and unequal; that it affected only the lower claffes, while the place man, the pensioner, the rich minor, and many others, who, if property constituted a fuperior intereft in the preservation of the country, were deeply concerned indeed, appeared totally exempted from contribution.

Lord Caernarvon fpoke with much warmth against the Bill. He faid that it confolidated all the worst parts of the former Acts, but totally omitted whatever was excellent in them. He quoted the first four lines of the preamble of the present Bill, which were copied, he faid, from the original A&t; but that this confolidation went to deftroy, and give the lie to the subsequent part of that preamble, which states, that the militia were only to be called upon in cafes of fudden emergency. He obferved, that fimple augmentation of the militia could not be meant, and that therefore fome other meaning was held in referve; that the new Bill declared as much, fince by the old Act the Officers were to be Gentlemen of landed property in the county, whereas now commiffions were to be held by half-pay Officers, men immediately under the controul of the Crown, and perhaps poffeffing no property any where.

Intimate," faid his Lordship, "as is the connection between this country and Ireland, I fhould be forry to see the militia of the two countries change their places; the Irish militia would be a tanding army in England, and the Englifh militia a ftanding army in Ireland, both unknown to the Constitution. Lord Pelham fupported the Ris

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