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From January to June, 1818.
(being The TENTH or A NEW SERIES.)
PART %THE FIRST.
LONDON: Printed by NICHOLS, SON, and BENTLEY,
at Cicero's Head, Red Lion Passage, Reel Street;
where Letters are particularly requested to be sent, Post-p\id.
And sold by J. HARRIS (Successor to Mrs. NEWBERY),
at the Corner of St. Paul's Church Yard, Lwlgate Street;
and by Perthes and Besseh, Hamburgh. 1318.
CTItX, my little sweet brunette!
I sigh for you, and no one else! If you frown, oh I shall fret —
I shall die at your repolie! Fast the silent wings of Time
O'er your opening beauty move: Soon shall I behold your prime
Ripen to the breath of Love!
Heave to me but half so true,
Of delight, with love and you!
Again the pleasant breath of Spring
Steals o'er the lawn and glen and grove; And gentle pairs, on frolic wing,
Twitter—" What is life, but love?" Ere gleams the budding lilac's bloom,
Yon warbler hath his mate address'd, And, burnishing the golden plnme,
Pants to weave his genial nest. Then listen to the vernal bird,
Nor fly so sweet a Valentine: And, if with charmed ear be heard
His melting music—deem it mine!
That little sprig of young peach-bloom, The promise fair of sweets to come,
Was sent, in sooth, by me:
It yet resembles thee!
Nor plac'd beyond my reach,
May pluck—a melting peach!
Once more the gentle airs of Spring
Ah! while such warblings wake the year.
EfT yester-morn was half-conceal'd
A timid violet from my sight,
Its glimmering leaves, its virgin white.
I stoop'd to taste the breathing spring,
And welcome the sweet tints that bring
Some moments past, I hied to view
But gone was all the illusive hue;—
And is that tiolefs glance so coy,
Say, is it like a dream of joy
That paints the air, but ne'er shall be?
If I have hail'd thy vernal pride,
That veils the blush thy scorn would hide,
LIST OF PLATES.
Bradford Ablas Church, Dorset, 401.
Halfifld, co. Hertford, view of, 297.
FIRST PART of The EIGHTY-EIGHTH VOLUME.
'N the conclusion of each succeeding Volume, it has been customary to present to our Readers the most heartfelt thanks for their long and unabated patronage of our labours—and to assure them of our constant adherence to the genuine principles of the English Constitution, as established by Magna Charta, confirmed by the glorious Revolution, and strengthened and perpetuated by the mild Government of the illustrious House of Brunswick. — To these principles we have uniformly and steadily adhered; nor, thanks to a beneficent Providence, have the principles themselves lost any thing of their value. They have been assailed with great violence; they have been confronted with unheard-of novelties; they have been branded with standing in the way of all those Utopian schemes of improvement with which the Publick has of late been nauseated. But we may venture to assert, that they have entered into the mind of no man among us by the avenues of considerrate examination and conviction, who has wavered in his attachment to them. They are the only principles recognized by our happy Constitution; under the shadow of which the Nation has so long reposed in safety, and flourished in character and dignity; they are those of the soundest and best Statesmen who have graced our councils, and who have left to us the fruit of their wisdom, their firmness, and their labours. These were the principles which opposed an effectual bar to the Revolutionary spirit of 1792, which kept up the spirit of resistance to Buonaparte through a long contest, and at length liberated Europe; and which, after having conducted us to a Peace which secures our glory and our greatness together, are, by their influ