: To fame unknown, to happier for. From the Boston Chronicle.

tune born, The following tribute to Poetical merit, The blythe SAVOYARD hails the peeps is from the pen of a young Lady,

of morn; whose mind is most richly endowed

And while the Auid gold his eye sur. with genius.

veys,

The hoary GLACIERS Aing their dia. COLUMBIA'S BARD.

mood blaze ; Where yon willows bouglas entwining, Geneva's broad lake rushes from its Cast a shadow o'er the plain ;

shores, In her classic shades reclining, Arvi gently murmurs, and the rough Science mcuns the loss of Painet Rhone roars. • Columbia's Bard!"

Amid the Alps, his cabin peers from O'er his tomb the muses weep,

high, Where shrined in earth, his asbes sleep! | Hangs o'er the clouds, and perches on Never ! shall her tunetul numbers

the sky, Charm the listening ear again!

O'er fields of ice, across the headlong Cold and sileut, where he slumbers,

flood Genius weeps the fate of Pain

From cliff to cliff he bounds in fearless Columbia's Bard!' mood. • Son of Song!' thy lay is o'er While, far beneath, a night of a tempest The festive hall resounds no more!

lies,

Deep Thunder mutters, harmless light. "Tomorrow mny the traveller come

ning fies: He who has heard the poet's strain

While far above, from battlements of His foot may press the grassy tomb;'

snow, Unconscious 'tis the bed of Paine

Loud torrents tumble on the world be. . Columbia's Bard !! Ossian.

On rustic reed he wakes e meijer lune, Robert T. Paine of Boston-and not than the dark warble on the • Ibss of the celebrated Thomas Paine.

Juss,

low ;

Far off, let Glory's CLARION shrilly

sweell: He loves the music of his pipe as well. Let shouting millions crown the hero's

head, And Pride her tessellated pavement

tread; More happy far, this denizen of air Enjoys what Nature condescends to

spare, His days are jocound, undisturbid his

nights, His SPOUSE contents him, and his MULE

delights!

But take care, my good lady,

You'll find the world veady,
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.
Sve B'du'll, 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.

From the Boston Gazette.

Messrs Editors

I send you for insertion a copy of an unfinished MS. Poem, found among the papers of the deceased. sage, Prinzo ZONDEES. Yours, MOSES.

PAY WHAT YOU OWE.
Ye young and ye aged, ye ugly and

pretty,
Ye poor and ye wealthy, ye foolish and

witty,
Ye of high, and of low grades,

Jack of all, and of no trades,
To give my verse attention, and quickly

I'll show,
That the one needful thing is to pay wha?

you owC.

By and by father Time brings us in an

account,
We examine the

foot and find life's the
amount ;
No denying we've had it,

And death gives us no credit,
Nor will be put off, pleas'd or sorry we

In 'great snuff see Lord Strut--how he

To pay to dame nature the debt we all

dasbes away,

Owe.

On Cornhill, or 'Change, at the Ball.
Room or Play i

WANTED.
In his unpaid for breeches,

Two or Three Young Ladies as Ap. lle'll brag of his riches

prentices, to the Taylors Business, ap. With the air of a Nabob, yet all the world knows,

ply at No. 1 Pellham-Street. That my Lord would'sing small,' did

he pay what he owes. Madam Flirt next behok), how she

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pelled to i-- will call the En.

glish to my ad--Briitany shal PRINCE OF BRITTANY, swirti in blood-her townis shall be

laid in ashes--Oh, my dear TanA New Historical Novel. guy, since the name of brother af.

fects thee, I conjure thee by the Tanguy was not more sanguine

tender lies that unite us, not 10 than Alicia. He was not flattered

wound my love by your dreadful by the illusions of an imagination suggestions. What is grandeur, which

what existence, without Alicia? biother,' said he, addressing him. The Marshal must submit to the self to the Prince, "if the laws

authority of my brother. Once have forbidden me to pronounce a

more, Tanguy, do not deformi with name so dear, more indulgent Na

clouds the charming prospect belure will permit it. Yes, the most

fore Thou delightest my bro. affectionate of brothers, the most

ther to forment me-Think zealous for your interests, speakshow

much I suffer'

--An! to you nowy. Will you never open

my brother, I suffer still more than your eyes to the representations of

you. I contemplate with grief the truth? Your passions hurry you rariety of woes that await you. away. How can you hope that

You are sensible how much I love Bertrand de Dinan will consent to you. But I cannot conceal from give you his niece, when he makes you the depth of the abyss into it a point of honor to fulfil the en which you are hastening to plunge. gagement of her parents-an en. You have enemies'--1 despise gagement which they renewed in their impotent malice'a" buil : i£ their dying moments when Are at least you would manage tiem'. thus de Montauban, in short, is I scórn the arte of a courtier; and named the happy Proceed net, I wish they may be perfectly sencruel man,' interrupted the Prince; sibic, Chat my contempt for them

Arthur dost thou say!--Arthur || is even greater than my destination the husband of Alicia ! Alicia in You are a Prince, my Lord.'-. I the arms of another ! --Dreadful am the lover of Alicia, and all my idea!-Thou knowest me noie wishes are to be her husband. My khon krewpsi-alet me not be com- ll dear Tanguy, forgive my transports

I am distracted when the least ob- 1 hearts,' said he, know no other "stacle is presented to the most ar: principle than honor, no other law

dent love. I have opened my no other passion. Love we leare to whole soul to you. But I am very the vulgar,who are at liberty to fol: far from having recourse to a lowtheir capricious inclinations. It

vengeance which I myself abhor. | being exalied above the rest of So far from being instrumental in mankind, our duty is 10 combat, brin, ring the calainities of war on to subdue, to sacrifice our passions. my Prince and country, as I have Our prerogative is to shine an exras' ly said, they shall never find | ample to all around us.

What are a more zealous defender than your all the advantages of Nobility, if - brother. You talk of enemics we do not purchase them by the have I deserved item? In one in. most exalted virtues? Go to the stance, indeed, I forgot myself : | altar with Arthur de Montauban I affronted Hingant. But was not | let me never see thee again but as my fault immediately followed by his wife. "What would I say-I. ; the most ample concessions ? Ah! would rather see thee in the grave

my friend. I bear a'too susceptible than--but thou koowest thy duty* heart ! Do not enrleavour thus to I expect absolute ebedience.' deprive me at once of my hope-

In vain did Alicia prostrate hermy dife.

self, all in tears, before the Mars

shall. Oh, my Lord, deign to The Prince could not ntter this hear me--you-you are now my last affecting appeal to friendship, father. You cannot doubt how without letting drop some natural

much I loved my parents-how tears.; and Tanguy perceived, that much I cherish and revere their it was in vain to combat the fer- | memory. I am still impressed <voury-of-sucha passsion by expos- with the most respectful deferance

tularion, or to check the impetuos- to their commands. But could sity of such a tempor, but by the they dispose of my hand without language of soothing tenderness. consulting this poor heart? Can

my duty oblige me to render myself Nor was the charming Alicia | miserable for ever? Why did not Jess an object of compassion. Her the dear authors of my being reirritated uncle to whom her par move me far from the presence of tia ity for the Prince of Brittany the Prince of Brittany? Why did was no secret, overwhelmed her they permit his visits- his converwith reproaches. He insisted, with sations? His princely rank has no the naughty violence af authority, charms with me. Oh, did you that she should sacráfice tlase incli- l) but know him-did you but read nations of her licart, by a passive || his heart like me-Oh, my uncle, compliance with the dying en let me rather dic a hundred times gagement of her parents. Our than subscribe to this barbarous

promise. At least, let me be per my

executioner'--'An

my brother, nitted, for from the court and the my brother, I will forget the Soverworld, to bury my grief in some ego to whom these expressions are deep solitude. There left wholly so unbecoming. I pity your disto myself-To yourself! resumed tress. I weep with you. Shed the furious Marshal, as he ferired; your tears in my bosom. Lament you are not your own--you be the wretched faic, that has plung. long to your country, to yonr family ed you into a passion; which the io honor. They claim their vicum, Prince of Brittany must absolutely and they shall have it.

subtlue. We must devote ourThe Duke sent a messenger to

selves to bur inferiors. So far from his brother to desire him to repair

wishing to render the Marshal perto the palace. The Prince flew jured, it is our duty, my brother, thither with an impatience, which to support-tó quaranty his promise. bespokè a certainty, that ihe com. Let justice triumph, and leave the mencement af his happiness was

event to Heaven. I feel all the approaching. "My biother," said severity of this refusal. I suffer the Duke, the moment he entered,

in your sufferings.

But place you know how much I have your

youself in my situation-- Be the happiness at heart. The zealous Sovereign-and dictate to me my affection of friendship would add, duty. I appeal to your own deci. if possible, 10 the powerful caims s.cn I appeal to the Count of Richof Nature. But your brother, be- mond. I refer you to that wife fore he can listen 10 these claims, and excellent friend. He loves you. must recollect that he is a Sover. He understands the laws of bonor. eign. I have ob igations to my

I leave you to his advice, and to subjects I have obligations to e

your own reflections!" quity. I have seen the Marshal de Dinán-he is inflexible. Mon

The Prince of Brittany distracttauban has received his promise, led by unexpected refusal of the and the soloin promise of dying the feet of his adorable mistress.

brother,' flies to throw himself at parents. In spite of me, in spite

The servants of the Marshal in of you, Montauban must be the husband of Alicia: You must sub

vain oppose his entrance. He finds

Alicia alone, in her apartment, due yourself, and imitate me.'

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- l him in life. Alicia avows her pas. şolence of Arthur. Shall I yield sion for the Prince, with the beau. Alicia to bim ? Cruel-you are not tiful ingenuousness of virtuous my brother you are my tyranto- lllove. But she urges the irresistible