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moment, he vowed eternal enmity to all their race! “ Their souls are strangers to pity,” thought he; “ they feel not for the calamities of others, therefore let them perish, and let their crimes rest upon their heads.” But as soon as they made signals of urgent distress, his gene. rous nature melted into compassion. “I have not another Yarro now to lose,” recollected he-my own existence is pot worth preserving—but shall I see my fellow creatures perish, and not extend a havd to save them? No! if they are ignorant and ungrateful, I will teach them by my example to be generous and merciful.
With this be assembled his friends, who joined to aid the crew, and draw the boat up into a place of safety..
Amidst this scene of terror and confusion, a female of his own complexion, drenched with wet, and ready to perisb, with uplifted hands implored assistance. Orra rushed forward, and bad the felicity to suatch from the jaws of fate his beloved Yarro! All the miugled passions overwhelmed their souls; for awbile they were unable to express their feelings, but by mutual silence and tears!
When rapture had adinitted of explanation, he learnt from the lips of Yarro, that his former perfidious guests having watched the opportunity, put in at the back of the island, while Orra was waiting their arrival on the opposite shore; they reached the but in his absence, forced away their defenceless victim, and conveyed her ou board their ship. On the second day a storm arose, the vessel struck on a rock, and every soul save Yarro and another perisbed. These were picked up by the boat of another ship. In a few days after, this vessel was likewise overtaken by a storm, and distressed for fresh water, and under the directions of Yarro, they sent off their boat to this part of the island in quest of that essential article, where she agaju fell into the hands of her beloved Orra.
Such, and so mysterious are the dispensations of Providence that virtue and humanity should frequently find their own reward in the act of rendering good for evil; and that vice and jugratitude should meet their own punishment, even in the accumplishment of their wishes!
THE BIRTH OF BURNS.-A DRAMATIC SCRAP.
. And wear thou this,' she solemn said,
Did rustling play;
SCENE-4 Room in a small Hut; a Child lying in
a Cradle. Enter Nature, leading in FANCY, RusTICITY, and PLEASURE, as Fairies; the Muses and GRACEs on either side of them. Then, enters MELAN.
CHOLY, slowly following.
Touch with magic art this clay,
Make it your peculiar care.
By the gifts of Heavenly pleasure,
He shall be my constant care.
All your charms at once combine;
We'll make a “ poet of our own."
Light of earth, and every scene!
Our's-instinctive to obey.
And then like the dew of the morn to the gale,
My spirit to soothe thee o'er all shall prevail,
blossom And sweet is the scent of the hawthorn at e'en ; And dear are their charms to the bard's pensive bosom, As, wrapt in delight, hc exales the bright scene:
But dearer, far dearer to me shall't thou be,
We'll hail thee the chief of the kings o' Scot's rhyme. Muses. Ever vieing, never dying,
Never cease t'exalt his name. Graces. Heaven regard our rustic bard,
. Candour sound his future fame. Muses. Seraphic lyre! lend your fire;
Let ihe warbling lule complain.* Graces. Love and Pleasure, yield your treasure;
Beauty harmonize his reign.
If these shall have power thy soul to infuse,
Ah, Pleasure celestial! blest consort of Peace! Still valued by all, and enjoy'd by the wise;
O! ne'er in our bard shall its futtering cease, And ne'er shall bis bosom its power despise.
Let the thunder of Fortune, of Envy, and Scorn, Point their darts' deadly venom to waken thy fear;
But as long as thine eyes hail the beauties of morn, So long will i prove to our Poet sincere.
[They all vanish. Melancholy advances.] Mel. O work celestial! incomplete, unfinished ;--yet
Mine to o'erwhelm thy hope with grim despair,
The prowling wolf with hideous cries of death
Re-enter NATURE, &c. as before. Nature. Ab! sad destructiop to our native babe! Foul fend, avaunt! in shades of darkness hide
Thy wither'd wrinkled brow, nor e'er presume, Great Nature's wrath impetuous to abide. [They all strike Melancholy with their wands ; she wreathes as expiring.]
C.S. * Pope
AMWELL. MANY great men have signalized their love of the country by describing the beauties of the district in which they resided, and thus rendering it interesting to the sentimental traveller. Amwell, a quiet village, two miles from Ware, in Hertfortshire, is principally celebrated foor a beautiful estate called Amwell-Bury,' laid out with much taste by a late Mr. Scott. Here he constructed a curious grotto, which he thus describes in his elegantly written poem, called " Amwell.”
Where China's willow hangs its foliage fair,
And Po's tall poplar waves its top in air,
To the arch'd grot admits a feeble ray.
Amwell boasts also of having had amongst its inhabitants, Mr. Hoole, the translator of Tasso, and Mr. Walton, the angler; the scene of his “ Angler's Dialogues" is the vale of Lee, between Tottenham and Ware : he par. ticularly mentions Amwell Hill.
PONT Y CYSSLLTE, LLANGOLLEN.
ERTAINLY there is not in the dominions of Great Britain a lovelier spot than the one now before the reader,--the Bridge over the Dee, and Canal of Ellesmere, at Chirk, Llangollen. The town of Llangollen in itself is insignificant, being placed in a particularly small dale, and environed with huge moun
tains. On one of them, a little above the town, are the remains of Castle Caer Dinas Brân, or Crow Castle, supposed to have been founded by Brennus, the Gaulic general: the mountain river Brân, runs at the foot of the hill.
The Dee, from the bridge at Llangollen, is a striking object, raging furionsly down the broad, solid rock, for a considerable space. From this place the prospect is really enchanting ; the aqueduct of Chirk immediately in front; the peculiar richness of the valley, intersected on every side by water, in all its variety of forms, from the foaming torrent, to the silent and gentle flowing stream. A more bewitching or picturesque landscape cannot be conceived.
The famous Aqueduct, which was formed for conveying the water over the river Dee, and the vale of Llangollen, was built in the year 1795, at the expenee of the nobility and gentry of the adjacent counties. It is supported by columns of immense thickness; several of those which stand in the bed of the river, are more than one hundrer feet in height. NO. XIII.