Apollo struck the enchanting Lyre, SELECTED. For the Lady's Miscellany. From the Boston Chronicle. The following tribute to Poetical merit, is from the pen of a young Lady, whose mind is most richly endowed with genius. 'COLUMBIA'S BARD. O'er his tomb the muses weep, Charm the listening ear again! Son of Song!' thy lay is o'er- Ossian. Robert T. Paine of Boston-and not the celebrated Thomas Paine. Hark! the hollow night breeze sighs Haste thee Spring! to deck thy bowers, Wreath around the tomb of Paine- On rustic reed he wakes a me jer tune, Far off, let Glory's CLARION shrilly) sweell: saunters along. But take care, my good lady, You'll find the world ready, With its sneers, and with its tea-table. tattle to show, What, (if you should forget,) to your husband you owe. Ned Toper next view-driving on, un. reflecting, The duties of husband and father ne glecting; Still he sticks to the bottle, The dice and their rattle, And to sympathy lost, ne'er alleviates the woes, That springs from his failure to pay what he owes. See B'dwill, the patriot-palavering elf, How he diddles the people, and pockets the pelf: With his oily-tongue-speeches, The dupes he o'er reaches, Till, answer'd his ends, with French leave off he goes, And political lame-duks must pay what he owes. PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY SAMUEL B. WHITE, (At her elbow some fopling,) the gaze of No. 28 Frankfort-street New-York. the throng, AT TWO DOLLARS PER ANNUM. OR, WEEKLY THE VISITOR. FOR THE USE AND AMUSEMENT OF BOTH SEXES. VOL. XV.] THE Saturday, June 13......1812. PRINCE OF BRITTANY, A New Historical Novel. Tanguy was not more sanguine than Alicia. He was not flattered by the illusions of an imagination which love had led astray. My brother,' said he, addressing himself to the Prince, if the laws have forbidden me to pronounce a name so dear, more indulgent Nature will permit it. Yes, the most affectionate of brothers, the most zealous for your interests, speaks to you now. Will you never open your eyes to the representations of truth? Your passions hurry you away. How can you hope that Bertrand de Dinan will consent to give you his niece, when he makes it a point of honor to fulfil the engagement of her parents-an engagement which they renewed in their dying moments when Arthus de Montauban, in short, is named the happy Proceed not, cruel man,' interrupted the Prince; 'Arthur dost thou say!--Arthur the husband of Alicia Alicia in the arms of another!-Dreadfu! idea!-Thou knowest me not khon knowest--let me not be com [NO. 8. pelled to it-I will call the English to my aid-Brittany shal swirt in blood-her towns shall be laid in ashes-Oh, my dear Tanguy, since the name of brother af fects thee, I conjure thee by the tender ties that unite us, not to wound my love by your dreadful suggestions. What is grandeurs what existence, without Alicia ? The Marshal must submit to the authority of my brother. Once more, Tanguy, do not deform with clouds the charming prospect before me. Thou delightest my brother to torment me-Think how much I suffer'--An! my brother, I suffer still more than you. I contemplate with grief the variety of woes that await you. You are sensible how much I love you. But I cannot conceal from you the depth of the abyss into which you are hastening to plunge. You have enemies' their impotent malice' at least you would manage them'. * I scorn the arte of a courtier; and I wish they may be perfectly sen sibie, that my contémpt for them is even greater than my destination despise but if You are a Prince, my Lord.'-I am the lover of Alicia, and all my wishes are to be her husband. My dear Tanguy, forgive my transports I am distracted when the least ob-hearts,' said he, know no other stacle is presented to the most ardent love. 1 have opened my whole soul to you. But I am very far from having recourse to a vengeance which I myself abhor. So far from being instrumental-in bringing the calamities of war on my Prince and country, as I have rashly said, they shall never find a more zealous defender than your - brother. You talk of enemicshave I deserved them? In one in- stance, indeed, I forgot myself: I affronted Hingant. But was not my fault immediately followed by 7 the most ample concessions? Ab! my friend. I bear a too susceptible • heart! Do not endeavour thus to deprive me at once of my hope-*my life.'... principle than honor, no other law? In vain did Alicia prostrate herself, all in tears, before the Marshall. Oh, my Lord, deign to hear me-you-you are now my father. You cannot doubt how much I loved my parents-how much I cherish and revere their memory. I am still impressed The Prince could not utter this *last affecting appeal to friendship, without letting drop some natural tears; and Tanguy perceived,that it was in vain to combat the fervours of such a passsion by expos-with the most respectful déferance stulation, or to check the impetuosvity of such a tempor, but by the language of soothing tenderness. to their commands. But could they dispose of my hand without consulting this poor heart? Can my duty oblige me to render myself miserable for ever? Why did not the dear authors of my being re Nor was the charming Alicia Hess an object of compassion. Her irritated uncle to whom her par-move me far from the presence of tia ity for the Prince of Brittany was no secret, overwhelmed her with reproaches. He insisted, with the naughty violence af authority, that she should sacrafice the inclinations of her heart, by a passive compliance with the dying engagement of her parents. Our the Prince of Brittany? Why did you * promise. At least, let me be pernitted, far from the court and the world, to bury my grief in some deep solitude. There left wholly to myself To yourself! resumed the furious Marshal, as he retired; 'you are not your own--you belong to your country, to your family to honor. They claim their victim; and they shall have it. The Duke sent a messenger to his brother to desire him to repair to the palace. The Prince flew thither with an impatience, which bespoke a certainty, that the com mencement af his happiness was approaching. My brother,' said the Duke, the moment he entered, you know how much I have your happiness at heart. The zealous affection of friendship would add, if possible, to the powerful claims of Nature. But your brother, before he can listen to these claims, must recollect that he is a Sovereign. I have ob igations to my subjects-I have obligations to equity. I have seen the Marshal de Dinan-he is inflexible. Montauban has received his promise, and the solomn promise of dying parents. In spite of me, in spite of you, Montauban must be the husband of Alicia. You must subdue yourself, and imitate me.' my executioner'-'Ah my brother, my brother, I will forget the Sovereign to whom these expressions are so unbecoming. I pity your distress. I weep with you. Shed your tears in my bosom. Lament the wretched fate, that has plunged you into a passion, which the Prince of Brittany must absolutely subdue. We must devote ourselves to our inferiors. So far from wishing to render the Marshal perjured, it is our duty, my brother, to support-to quaranty his promise. Let justice triumph, and leave the event to Heaven. I feel all the severity of this refusal. I suffer in your stifferings. But place youself in my situation-Be the Sovereign-and dictate to me my duty. I appeal to your own decison I appeal to the Count of Rich mond. I refer you to that wife and excellent friend. He loves you. He understands the laws of honor. I leave you to his advice, and to your own reflections!' The Prince of Brittany distracted by unexpected refusal of the the feet of his adorable mistress. brother, flies to throw himself at The servants of the Marshal in vain oppose his entrance. He finds Alicia alone, in her apartment, overwhelmed by the most poignant The impetuous Prince clapped grief. He pours forth all the transhis hand to his sword. I have no ports of a heart, distracted at the longer then,' said he, any support idea of losing all that was dear to but this. It shall chastise the in-him in life. Alicia avows her passolence of Arthur. Shall I yield Alicia to him? Cruel-you are not sion for the Prince, with the beau tiful ingenuousness of virtuous my brother-you are my tyrant-love. But she urges the irresistible |