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POETICAL ESSAYS.

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THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL,

A mushroom the table, and on it was spread
A water dock-leaf, which their table-cloch

made. GRASSHOPPER'S FEAST. The viands were various, to each of their Said to have been written by WILLIAM

taste, Roscoe, esg. M. P. for Liverpool, for the

And the Bee brought the honey to sweeten

the feast. vse of bis children, and set to music by order of their Majesties for ber royal bighness the With steps most majestic the Snail did adprincess Mary.

vance, COME, take up your hats, and away let us

And he promised the gazers a minuet to haste

dance; To the Butterfly's ball and the Grasshopper's But they all laugh'd so loud that he drew ite, feast :

his head, The trumpeter Gad-fly has summond the And went in his own little chamber to bed. crew,

Then as ev'ning gave way to the shadows of And the revels are now only waiting for

night, you.

Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out On the smooth shaven grass by the side of a

with his light: wood,

So home let us hasten, while yet we can see, Beneath a broad oak, which for ages had

For no watchman is waiting for you or fax stood, Sve the children of earth, and the tenants of

air, To an ev'ning's amusement together repair. And there came the Beetle, so blind and so THE HAUNTED COTTAGE.

black, Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his

IN yonder neat cot, at the skirt of the grove back;

Near which a small streamlet doth glide, And there came the Gnat, and the Dragon. Fair Laura resided, a maiden so fair, fly too,

That she was of the village the pride. And all their relations-green, orange, and blue.

Young William, who liv'd at the foot of the

hill, And there came the Moth, with her plumage .

Beheld this sweet flower of the vale; of down,

His breast with the fondest emotions was And the Hornet, with jacket of yellow and

fillid, .brown,

And soon he disclos'd his soft tale. Who with him the Wasp, his companion, But when the attachment was known to his

did bring, But they promised that ev’ning to lay by

friends, their sting.

They resolv'd that the lovers should part; Then the sly, little Dormouse peep'd out of And vow'd that the youth should his passion

forego,
his hole,
And led to the feast his blind cousin, the

And leave the dear girl of his heart.
Mole;

They fondly imagined that absence and time And the Snail, with her horns, peeping out

Would all kind sensations remove; of her shell,

That London's gay scenes would influence Came fatigued with the distance, the length

the youth, of an elle

To forget his fond Laura and love.

ADDRESS TO

old age,

How vain their conjectures the sequel will

prove: In youth's bright meridian bloom,

OPULENCE AND COMPETENCE. Depriv'd of his Laura, the joy of his heart,

(Written February, 1807.). He sacked'd, and sunk to the tonb.

"Take physic, Pomp; No sooner the news was to Laura convay'd, When frantic and wild with despair,

Expose thyself tn feel what wretches feel,

That thou may'st shake the superflux le She piumg'd in the sercamilet that glides by

them, the cut,

And shew the Heavens more just.' And sought a retreat from her care.

SHAKSPLARL. So blooms the fair lily that graces the vale, Eclipsing each firiverer around,

YE sons of opulence, while winter reigns

In frigid terror o'er your wide domains; Till broke from its stein by the rude blast's

While from the north the gelid breezes rough wings

blow, In an instant it falls to the ground.

And covers nature with a inask of snow; Her parents, distracted, beheld the sad scene; O frcely from your purse impart your store,

With Laura their comfort was fled : And clothe and feed the naked, starving Bow'd down with the weight of distress and

poor! They sunk to the realmıs of the dead.

Behold yon cot, whose miscrable form

Sirakes at the pressure of the wintry storm; How lonely and sad does the cottage appear, Uliose mossy roof, chink'd walls, and broken Which cist was the seat of de'ight!

pane, The orchard, the garden, and jas’mme bower, Admit the feathery snow and driving rain; How dreary they look to the sizle!

Enter the ruinous abode, and see No villager e'er will inhabit the cot,

In living traits, domestic misery. For 'tis roundly affirm'd, that at night

Crouclid o'er the embers view the squalid

ruce, Deep murm'rings are heard, and dire sounds load the galc,

Rags on each back, and famine in each face; And the windows emit a pale light.

While cries for bread assault their mother's

ears, 'Tis likewise reported and credited too, She gives but one expressive answer--tears!

At midnight's dark ghost-walking hour, Lo, at her breast a famish'd nurscling lies, That William and Laura, with arm lockd in The milky fount refuse to grant supplies; arm,

Want has dry'd up the source whence freely Oft walk to their favorite bower.

flow'd The birdnesting stripling-a truant from

The mild nutritious stream. school,

Yesons of competence, to whom kind heaven Ne'er frequents chis dread haunted spot; With lib'ral hand has needful plenty giv'n, The peasant returning from labour at eve,

Pļactise frugality—but spare, to spend ; Goes a circle, ta shun the drear cot.

Think what you give the poor to God you

lend. Fast by the small fane chat o'erlooks the low vale

Go seek distress, explore the tents of woe, The remains of poor Laura repose :

Bid the wan cheek with rosy tints to glow; The maidens subscrib'd, and erected a tomb, Smooth with soft touch Misfortune's rugged And a youth did these verses compose :

road,

Clothe shivering Want, and fill it's mouth EPITAPH.

with food.

At length, transfixt by death, yon heights asWell may the sculptur'd Cupids on this stone

scend, With bows unstrung and broken arrows

Where active virtue finds an heav'nly friend. mourn;

Haverbill.

JOHN WEBB. And chisel'd cherubs, as they hover near, Here shed, or seem to shed, the pitying tear: Here the hard heart may learn to sympathise, And soft'ning dew distil from marble

eyes.

SONNET. Pause, youthful passenger, who stroll this

( On viewing a witbered Rose.) way, And wisdom learn from Laura's mould'ring WHILE thus in pensive silence, sacred clay;

flow'r, Here see how oft bright beauty's fairest O'er thy lost sweets with downcast look I flower

gaze, Feels disappointed passion's noxious power.

And view,

alas! thy charms with wild

amaze, And may an happier infuence from above Preserve thee from th' effects of frantic love. Now wither'd-once the pride of Flora's

Haverbiil, Jan, 20, 1807. J. WEBB.

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How does remembrance sad with tears re For who that has an eye to view,
view

And who that has a breast
Scenes, hours, and days that once like thee, To feel the charms that round hinz glow,
were fair!

In suminer splendour drest,
When pleasure felt no pang and love no O'er all the scene a glance can dart,
care,

And see without a sigh;
And naught but happiness this bosoin knew. Nor all the scene can now' innart

A charm to glad his drooping heart,
Life then indeed was dear: like thee, sweet

And fix his roving eye.
flow'r!
My Mary smild serene, till o'er her Othen ’ris sweet to think the hour

Of gloom shall pass away,
charms

And dark December's storiny power
Death unrelenting stalk'd' in ez'il bour,'
And snatch'd the lovely image from my That soon the sun his laughing beam

Soon yield to gentle May:
arms.

From azure skies shall shed,
Come, let me kiss thy leaves, as with a tear

Soon on the torpid forest gleam,
I strew their moiscen'd cups to deck my

And tint with gold the lucid streamn,
Mary's bier.

H. C.

And robe the verdant mead.
E'cn so it is with them who trace

The monuments of death,
And mourn for man's devoted race;
Till to the

eye

of faith, THE TEAR

The winter of the grave to cheer,

Look forth the smiling spring,

And, leading heav'n's eternal year,
HOW seldom, in this desert vale,

The Sun of Righteousness appear
Congenial happiness we find;

Wish healing on his wing.
Seldom, chat friendship's steady gale

Re-animates the drooping mind!
Some passing breeze, to sorroi dear,
Dries but a while the bitter tear!
Scarce bud the wishes of the heart,

THE ADIEU.
When, blighted by distrust, they die;

THE hour is almost come
We feel the sum of bliss depart,
And o'er our fairese prospects sigh!

When I must bid adieu
Some passing breeze, to sorrow dear,

To my parenral home,
Dries but a while the bitter tear!

And part, dear friends, from you,

Whose kindness, love, and hospitality,
Ah! when, to ills, no more a prey,

Has shielded me from man's duplicity.
Shall yet the wearied soul repose ?
Soon, and behold earth's toilsome day

Farewell thoa pleasant hill,
An everlasting sabbath close!

And sweetly shady bow'r,
Fresh from the tree of life, is near

For contemplation formid;
The breeze that dries the bitter tear!

Where oft at evening hour
I've pensive sat, and view'd the charming

scene,
The church, the cot, the mill, and winding

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A WINTER SCENE.

By the Rev. RICHARD MANT, M. A.

( Written on Christmas-day.)
'TIS sad to gaze when nature shrouds

The sun's reluctant ray,
And veils in deep embitter'd clouds
The glories of the day:
When sighing to the gale the wood

His wither'a honour yields,
And dark is now the mountain Hood,
With storms deform'd and foul with mud,

And dimm'd the pleasant fields.

When from the golden broom
The lark has soar'd to sing,
His grateful vesper song,

To leav'a's all bounteons King,
Oft' have I vish'd, sweet bird, thy strength of

wings,
That I might mount above terrestrial things.

Yet cheerfully l'il go,
For duty's voice is dear;
Tho'mem'ry with a sigh,

Will fondly linger here.
May heaith and peace ever attend on you,
And joy and love.--Adieu, dear friends, adier!
dicens, .

SOPHIAT,

1

THE CHARMER OF LEADENHALL

II.
STREET.

Fond Mary, the while, in her spirit quite

broken, (A burlesque Valentine).

Disturb'd in her sleep, and perplex'd in her DEAR charmer of Leadenhall-street,

mind, Attend, while I sing of my pains:

No letter from William, not dings, no token, Thy beauties, alas! are so sweet,

Resolv'd, at all hazards, her hero to find. They've puzzled my planet-struck brains.. 0! what, in this world, can deter a true Thus plagued, at a loss for a naine,

lover? By which thy bright charms I might greet, It is not long journies by land or by sea : It struck me to call theç, fair dame,

'Tween hope and despair, in a boat without The charmer of Leadenball-street,

cover,

She cross'd to Port Patrick from Donag. I've known thee, alas! a long while,

hadee! And sometimes have written to three ;

III. But your pride ne'er allows you to smile

The Irish are true to humanity's claims, On a wretch so devoted as me.

And the Scots and the English are never Oh! deign, beauteous maiden, to give

unkind; Me a smile the next time that we inect,

Poor Mary found friends froin the Boyne to And then I'll adore while I live

the Thames, The charmer of Lcadenhall-street.

As she erudg'd with her babes in a wallet May Venus inspire you with love,

behind! Though with Venus in charms you can vie; Arrivd at the coast-by her sorrowful tale, May Hymen unite us, my dove,

She soften'd the captain to let her on And in wedlock fast bind you and I;

board; Then our lives will pass on without strife, And never, O! never, did mariner sail Our hearts in fond union will beat;

With a couple like William to Mary To I shall bless, while I have any life,

stor'd! The charmer of Leadenhall-street.

IV. Valentine's day, 1807.

J. M. L. When he press'd to his bosom his infants and

wife, The sailors gave way to a tear, and no

more;

The soldiers danc'd round to the drum and MARY MARTON.

the fife, And plaudits were heard from the people

on shore : (By Jobr Mayne.)

Then away went the fleet-and, sailing with 1.

glee,

May glory, in battle, be ever at hand; POOR William was landed at bonny Duin.

May Bricon's live happy, united, and free, barton, Where the streams from Lochlomond run

Supreme on the Ocean, unconquer'd by

Land! into the sea : At home, in sweet Ireland, he left Mary Saturday, August 23, 1806.

Marton, With a child at her foot, and a babe on her knee.

A SONNET. The regiment march'd off when the passage

(By W. M. I-) was over,

WHY do i shun soft pleasure's sportive train? The rout was for England, by land all the Why seek the midnight's solitary glocm? way;

And, heedless, see depart health's roseate No, never to halt, but, at Ramsgate, or

bloon, Dover,

Dread sign of loath'd disease, sad care or pain? Embark in the vessels that were in the 'Tis not desire of wealui-ambition vain!Bay.

Vi philosopric lore, or sickness' doom:

The charms of song' the dusky scene ile If any male reader of the Lady's Maga. And o'er my' willing mind their sway main

luune, zine should find this elegant valentine adapted

tain. to his own case, by altering the name of the

And whilst I, pensive, sweep the trembling street, it may be made to apply to any

fair

Tyre lady; as the writer of it merely chose Leaden

Of sad Valchusa's bard, or Flaccus sage, ball-street as containing a sufficient number

The virgin Hope warbles her sweetest strain, of syllables to fill up the measure of his rbyme,

And bids me to the glorious meed aspire (he had almost written iniquity), and as being

To genius due--her smiles my fears assuage, à name beavy enough to correspond with his

And led by lier I seek i be wreatb wbisk feco

atiuin,

A BALLAD,

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Constantinople, Dec. 10. · fence which was drawn from Konigsa ON the 13th of November, a courier berg to the mouth of the Narew is now from the French head-quarters at broken through. The Russian army Posen, brought the grand segnior is estimated at 120,000 men Within the agreeable assurance that the em these few days from 800 to 1000 casks peror and king Napoleon was deter- of wine have arrived for the u e of the mined to defend with his whole power troops. The Poles, who are stationed the independence and integrity of the on the right wing of the army, have: Porte. The French ambassador here, distinguished themselves in several en. Sebastiani, is treated with the greatest gagemenis. distinction on every occasion.

Dun zic, Jan. 1. Notwithstanding Dec. 12. Notwithstanding the respect the column of French that marched paid to the commandant of the British from Thorn, and which was said to squadron, it does not prevent the French have taken the roure for Konigsberg, ambassador Sebastiani from receiving have actually proceeded southward to the most polite and cordial attention. Poland, our court has rightly judged Never did the Porte stand more in need the present situation of affairs as too of the assistance of the French than at critical to admit of any longer stay at present. People imagine they observe Konigsberg. It is, therefore, preparThe Divan engaged in new measures ing to transfer the seat of government to of defence, and these measures sceming. Memel. Baron Hardenberg is already ly are extended to the Turkish navy, set out for that place, with the treasury orders having been given to get all the and the archives. Suill his Prussian vessels ready for sailing with all possible majesty stems inclined to make further speed.

efforis' for procuring a peace; and we According to letters from Bucharest, learn that baron Krusemark has again the Russian troops are momentarily set out for Petersburgh, in order, as expected in that city; the number of we are informed, to prevail upon the those who have passed the Dniester court of Russia to take the immediate are reckoned at 30,000 men; general interest of Prussia into consideration. Michelson, who commands this corps Konigsberg, Jan. 2. Our gazette conof the army, has under him generais tains the official account of the barele

Hulusere and prince Dolgorucky. bet ween the Russians and the French, Vienna, Dec. 27. The face of mar. on the 26th of December, in the follow.

quis Ghisilieri, who, in his cap.city of ing letter from the Russian general commissary general in Albania and Beningsen to the king of Prussia. , Dalmatia, surrendered Carraro to the • I have the happiness most respect.

Russians, is now decided : he is dis- fully to acquaint your majesty, that I missed from the imperial service, and have succeded in repulsing the enemy, sentenced to be confined in a fortress in who yesterday morning attacked me on Transilvania for the remainder of bis every point near Pullu k. The main life.

attack was made by general Soucher, Warsaw, Dec. 27. The line of de- at the head of 15,000 men, on my left Vol. XXXVIII.

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