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FUGITIVE POETRY.

LINES TO MARY.

To me a church.yard is a pleasing walk, Our little bark bad spread her sail,

For there my care-worn heart finds ease from Prepar'd to catch the rising gale ;

pain! The anxious seaman whistled sbrill,

| With sainted solitude I there can talk, Courting the breeze, but all was still; | Muse on the world, and deem its turmoils 'The moon was sunk, but still the eye

vain! Could love to range tbe starry sky,

| Mid tombs and tell-tale epitaphs I stand, Or see upon our vessel's prow,

A weary pilgrim in the scene of woe;
The wave in mimic sparkles glow :
And, oh! 'twas grand to see ber ride,

Time's winged moments speedt Heav'n's

command, So stately o'er that sparkling lide,

| 1, soon, may join my kindred dust below! Which told the experienc'd seaman's eye The wish'd för southern breeze was pigh. Am I prepard for that important hour, Brisk came the breeze, at morn we trod When God the spirit that he gave shall claim? Upon this Islet's verdant sod.

Have my past days been ruld by Virtue's Trust me, we never thought of rest

pow'r?

[sbame? Till high on yonder rocky steep,

Or hos Vice stamp'd them with the seal of Where the rude sea-bird builds her nest, And lulls her clam'rous young to sleep.

| Ob! 'is an awful thought!-Appallid I Thence eastward far the eye could mark,

shrivk, Full gaily gliding, many a bark,

| For Conscience bids me from myself to by! Oo Commerce's golden Jure intent,

Of mispent hours 'tis agony to think, On pleasure's loveliest errant bent,

And, yet, to think not, is in siu to die! Westward the Isle, yet dimly seen,

Fain could I envy those, who peaceful sleep Lay Eriu's bills of loveliest green.

Beneath my feei, from earthly bondage freed !
Grand was the view, but oh ! how grand, But 'tis my task in penitence to weep,
As day-break bade the sceve expand,

And earu of Piety the promis'd meed!
And from the little lonely Isle,
Bright in the horizon purpling far,

Oh God! my soul with fervent zeal inspire We saw the morning's virgin smile,

Thy laws to follow, and thy paths pursue !

Kindle witbin Devotion's sacred fire, And mark'd the faintly fading star.

Aud teach me to performn-what is thy due! But not the morning opening bright Gave such a swell of joy to me,

Pardon my errors past, and counsel give As did the blackest low'ring night

How I my present course may strait direct! Beneath whose shade l've stole to thee. Thou art my only aid, in Thee I live, Yet, 'twas not that my heart was dead

In mercy, then, my future ways protect! To nature's charms around me spread :

The clock notes ten-another bour has fledom No; since that heavenly spirit bright

The sands of life draw nearer to their end! Breath'd o'er her face bis living light,

Slowly I quit the regions of the dead, Never did bosom's feeling twine

And my unwilling footsteps homewards bend. So close round Nature's charms as mine.

A PENITENT. But, Mary! when thou’rt distant, dear, I have no heart for pleasures near. I took the momert, fancy free,

THE SWEETS OF LIFE. And pray'd the breeze that sweeps these

BY MR. PARRY, hills,

Editor of the Welch Melodies. To bear this little lay to thee,

What's more pleasing to the eye,
As warm as from my soul it thrills.

Than a clear unclouded sky?
LORENZO.

What more grateful to the ear
REFLECTIONS IN A CHURCH-YARD.

Than the voice that speaks to cheer? Along the vale soft steals the breath of eve, If by fate we're doom'd to roam, A farewell whisp'ring to the dying day; What's more sweet thau thoughts of home? Gladly the busy haunts of men I leave,

If distress the bosom rend, And to the church-yard take my pensive way. Wbat's so welcome as a friend?

No. XXX. Vol. V.-N.S.

Sweet's the lovely modest rose,
Which 'oid thorns and briars blows!
But more sweet the youth wbo proves
Faithful to the beart that loves.

THE LITERARY BREAKFAST. As laicly a sage ou finne lam wa repasting,

(Thu' for breakfast 100 s..voury I ween), He exclaun'd to a friend, who sat silent and

fasting, “ What a breakfat of learning is mine !" “ A breakfast of learning !" with wonder be

cry'd, And laugh'd, for he thought him mistaken ; “ Why, what is it else?" the sage quickly replied,

[Bacon." “ When I'm making large extracts from

ANACREON ON HIMSELF.

From the Greek. BY THE REV. W. FAULKNER. On beds with odours, sweet diffuse, Compos'd of Aow'rs of various hues, 'Midst pleasure's blandishments reclin'd, I'll banish sorrow from my mind : Whilst love, so trim, shall bring me wine, « And all Elisium shall be mine." Swift as th' Olympian car's career, Life's rapid current down we steer; Aud Death's imperial mandate must This fabric soon consign to dust, Then on my tomb wby incense burn? Why pour libations on my orn? While yet I live, with wreaths, ye Fair, Of roses, come, and deck my hair ! Ere 1, 0 Love, my breath resign, With airy forms below to join, Devoid of care, and free, I'll live 'Midst ev'ry pleasure life can give.

THE MANIAC.

WRITTEN IN BEDLAM. FARK! hark! what murm'ring sounds of woe Burst from the hollow cells below: 'Tis there that on a wretched bed A cbild of sorrow rests her bead, Borne dwn by mis'ry, grief, and pain, A short repose she seeks in vain ; A few years back, and you might view The happiest of the happy few; Tbal wretch, whose wan and baggard eye Proclaims corroding misery, Blest with an aged father's care, As free as thought, as light as air ; Say, wbat could tempt her from such bliss, From happiness so pure as this? Devoid of ev'ry sense of shame, A villainous seducer came : Allur'd her from ber peaceful cot, Her aged sire, her happy lot: In vile eujuyment quench'd his flame, Avd, fiend-like, triumph'd in her shame; Till, from all sense of honour torn, He left th' uubappy maid forlorn, Here, like a bark by whirlwinds tost, Her sire forgot, her virtue lost, Without a friend, without a name, A hapless lunatic sbe came!

CHARLEMAGNE. Translation of a Fragment of Lucien Bonaparte's

Poem, entitled Charlemagne. Night's gloomy shades the earth envelop'd

still: Sweet sleep made Charles's ev'ry sorrow light: When the loud vanlı awaken'd echoes fill,

And Belisarius' walls load with affright. The worthy Ten, who coastaut vigil kept Nigb to this mansion, hear the depths pro

found Re-bellow to their tread, as on they stept, And their scar'd troop lists fearfully the

sound. Beneath these ramparts could the pagan rout Their royal master's grave bave with fierce

hands scoop'd out? . These same 'Ten Kuights did Isambard com

mand : The fitful noise he catches with quick ear; Beside the wall be takes his list’ning stand, Aud voice and pace of warriors seems to

hear : The din is nigbloud, plain—'lis double now: The French, amidst the horrors they con

ceive, Rest will no longer to their king allow :

Yes ; Isambard beholds the earth upheave: Full to bis view Hambeaus and weapons glare ; He brandishes his glave, then gives the

shout of war. Soon to his view a splendid Cross appears, Which in the midst of air arises slow; A Pontiff, who the sacred vestment wears,

Is now discover'd, and doth onward go; With outstretch'd hands he blesses, and commeuds

[cries Unto the God of peace each knight ; then " To France's King is the high Pastor sends : « O still the clamours of each rank that

flies! I“ Deep in the womb of earth a pass we gain, “ Concealing well our march from ev'ry ken

profane."

The worthies cheer. At Isambard's com- | And clear shall eternity's morning arise, mand,

And bright and unfading thy happiness Order and confidence resume their sway;

glow, la silence, step by step, Gonsalvo's band i Tho’lost upon earth, 'twill be found in the Arriv'd, pour v'er the ramparts their array:

skies, Gonsalve, Adrian's friend whom faith en

Untarnish'd by falsehood, unsullied by woe! dear'd, Receiv'd, where Toscanella's* walls we spy, That feudal power bis ancestors had rear'd; THE HEROINE OF SARAGOZA. And Rome «s'eem'd bis truth, zeal, bravery,

The following beautiful lines are from Lord A rural sceptre thus his dukedom won, And two-fold potency gave vigour to his

Byron's late Poem, entitled, Childe Harold's

Pilgrimage.They are devoted to the fame of throne.

the Maid of Saragoza.

Is it for this the Spanish Maid arous'd, HOPE.

Haugs on the willow her unstrung guitar, “ Hope springs eternal in the human breast."

And, all unsex'd, the Anlace bath espous'd, POPE.

Sung the loud song, and dard the deed of 'Midst the wild'rings of care, and the torments

war? of strife,

And she, whom once the semblance of a scar That darken and sadden our path to the

Appallid, au owlet's larum chill'd with tomb,

[life,

dread, Ah! what could induce us to struggle through

Now views the column-scattering bay'uet jar, If Hope, smiling Hope, did not brighten the

The faulcbion Hasli, and o'er the yet warm gloom!

dead The chaplet that Sorrow had steep'd in hier Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars miglit tears,

quake to tread. Ils roses all drooping, all wither'd and pale, Reviv'd by her breathi, far more dazzling ap

Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale,

O! had you known her ju her softer hour, pears

[the gale. Than when it was scattering its balms on

Mark'd her black eye that mocks her coal.

black veil, O come, then, enchantress! and shed o'er ny Heard her light lively tones in Lady's soul

bower, A beam of thy radiance to lighten its woe;

Seen her long locks that foil'd the painter's And while thy gay vision illusively roll,

power, I'll worsbip the spell, though its falschood

Her fairy form, with more than female I know.

grace, For long in my bosom, corrosive and stern, Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's Hath wild Disappointment exerted its way; !

tower Yel still to the finger of Hope will I turn,

Beheld ber smile in Danger's Gorgon face, That points in the distance an unclouded, Thin

Thin the clos drariks, and lead in Glory's fearday.

ful chace.And will it return, that clear white dawning Her lover sinks-sbe shed no ill-tim'd moru,

tear; O'er wbich no more tempests of anguish Her chief is slaiu-she fills his fatal post; shall rave ?

Her fellows Aceshe checks their base Hope whispers it will, for, extracting the thorn,

career; Tby bosom sball tranquilly rest in the The fve retircs-she heads the sallying grave.

host:

Who can appease like her a lover's ghost? * Toscanella is an acient Etrurian city, Who can avenge so well a leader's fall? about Ibirty-five miles north of Roure. It is What mais retrieve when man's flush'd hope the country of the illustrious Fernandez Gon - is lost? salvo, who served under Ferdinand and Isabella Who hangs so ficrcely on the flying Gaul, of Spain, at the cluse of the fiftceuth, or be- Foild by a woman's hand, before a batter'd givning of the sixteenth century.

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FASHIONS

FOR
APRIL, 1812.

EXPLANATION OF THE PRINTS OF FASHION.

ON

No. 1.-WALKING DRESS. Il loured crape twisted in the front, the same A three quarters pelisse, of dark wjilow- colour as the gown, and fa: lened on tbe crown green sarsnet, or fine Merino cloth, worn over with a ruby ornament to correspond with the a round dress of fine India muslin, richly em. broaches. Earrings of one large pearl, of the broidered, and irimmed round the bottom with pear form, with a single row as a necklace to lace, put on rather full. The pelisse made round correspond; bracelets of two rows of pearl, in the skirt, like the short Indian coat; and clasped by one large ruby. White satia slip. trimmed round the throat and wrists with pers, with very small roselies of the same; swansdowo; faced in front and trimmed round and white kid gloves. A fine Cachemire shawl, the bottom with broad stripes of black velvet; ll of very pale buff colour, is tbrown over this military front, with two rows of mother of. | dress at the conclusion of visits, the Opera, &c. pearl buttons, fastened down the front of the skirt with one row of the same and alternate

GENERAL OBSERVATIONS tassels, the colour of the polisse, which is confined at the waist by a gold belt. Yeoman's

FASHION AND DRESS. lat of the same colour, materials, and orna. menis as the pelisse, avd finished in front with Fashion renew, her form a thousand times a flat ostrich feather. Hall. boots of light fawn l in every season; yet swift and changeable as coloured kid, laced with dark willow green ip | she is, we boast the power of catching her as front. Limerick gloves of pale straw colour. she dies, for London must ever be acknow.

leged the seat of her empire, and the place No. 2.-EVENING Dress.

where her laws are most scrupulously executA velvet, or gossamer satin gown, of briglit | ed; yet her power is unlimited, distant climes amaranth, ruby, or cinneba: brown, with a bow b:fore her shrine, and though many af. demi-traju, trimmed round ihe bottom, bosom, I feet to smile at her changes, yet she finds imi: aud sleeves with a light tassel fringe, of the litators every where, even amongst ihe patives frivolité kind, of the same colour; apron of of our African colonies. white crape, sarsnet, or lace, ornamented wiiba The three quarter pelisse, and the yeoman's the same; sleeves of wbite satin, or of mate. || bat, is the most favourite dress for walking; rials correspondent with the apron; these l and the cold month of March has again caused short sleeves made rather nearer to the elbow | the warm velvet, and other winter articles of than formerly, and formed after the ch: miserte ll diess, to be as much in requisition as in the style. The body of the gown richly ornameni. more gelid súason of winter's reigu: though ed with beads or pearl, crossed like the ribband Tudia muslins, of every description, particabraciers, and confined at the bosom by a bright larly the fine Decca, are in peculier favour, ruby broacb, set round with pearl. The waist not withstanding the inclemency of the weather confined by two rows of beads or pearl, and in the commencement of the month of March; fastened in front with a broach, tbe same as and, indeed, under the three quarter pelisse, that on the bust. A lace half handkerchief, l there is no dress so appropriate as ihose wbich with a border richly embroidered in co. || are either fabricated cither of cambric or musloured silks, tied carelessly round the neck. lin A large coat of Merino cloth, of the wrap. Moorish turban of white satin and coo" ping kind, is also much wory, and on a few

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Engravel tor the 30th Jumber of La Belle lišemblée April 118/2.

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