ORIGINAL POETRY. FOR THE ANTHOLOGY. ANOTHER "CASTLE IN THE AIR." TO MARY. "TO me, like Phidias, were it given, Thus once in rhapsody you cried; Be learning, science, taste, imprest; Within the foldings of his breast. Let him have suffered much....since we All human virtue we can see Is only perfected through wo. Purer th' ensuing breeze we find, When whirlwinds first the skies deform; And hardier grows the mountain hind, Bleaching beneath the wintry storm. But, above all, may heaven impart That talent, which completes the whole; The finest, and the rarest art, To analyse a woman's soul. WOMAN! that happy, wretched thing! Her piteous griefs; her joys so gay; All that afflicts, and all that cheers; All her erratick fancy's play; Her flutt'ring hopes, her trembling fears. With passions chasten'd, not subdued, Be his the ardour of the good, Their loftier thought, and nobler aim Firm as the tow'ring bird of Jove, In social suffering to share. If such there be, to such alone Would I thy worth, belov'd! resign; Secure, each bliss that time hath known, Would consummate a lot like thine.. But if this gilded human scheme "dream," Be but the pageant of the brain; Each gift of nature and of art Still lives within thyself enshrin'd; And if the matchless wreath shall blend Still cultivate the plants with care; From weeds, from thorns, oh keep them free; Till ripen❜d for a purer air, They bloom in immortality! HORACE, ODE 11. LIB. }. Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, &c. Seek not Leuconoe, with anxious care, By magick charms the future to descry. Then quaff your wine, contract your hopes, be wise; E'en while we speak, the moment flies; Trust not the morrow, seize to day, And pluck life's flowers e'er yet they fade away. C. To the Epicureanism of the preceding Ode I have endeavoured to give a christian turn in the following IMITATION. 1. Ah do not seek, my dearest friend, Or how, or when, thy life shall end, 2. The same kind Power, that gave thee breath, And when he bids thee sleep in death, All wise is his command. 3. The power, whose watchful goodness feeds And clothes with flowers the smiling meads, 4. If lengthen'd years thy life should crown, Or if in this he cut the down, 5. The bounties, every hour supplies, 6. Contract your hopes; how short at best Let brighter worlds fill all thy breast; 7. How swift our moments steal away, C. ANACREON TO THE PAINTER OF HIS MISTRESS. MATCHLESS Painter, skill'd to trace Master of the Rhodian art, Come, and to thy wax impart Every trait, and every grace Of my Thais' form and face. VO. VII. 41 ! t First her tresses pencil true, Of blended milk with blushing rose, Warm and moist with fragrant dew, Challenging a melting kiss. *Simplex munditils. H******. Hor. THE BOSTON REVIEW, FOR NOVEMBER, 1809. Librum tuum legi et quam diligentissime potui annotavi, quae commutanda, quae eximenda, arbitrarer. Nam ego dicere verum assuevi. Neque ulli patientius reprehenduntur, quam qui maxime laudari mePLIN. rentur. ART. 13. Works of Fisher Ames, compiled by a number of his friends, to which are prefixed notices of his life and character. Nihil tetigit quod non ornavit. Boston, T. B. Wait & Co. 1809, 8vo. 519 pages. OUR country has, perhaps, never produced a man more distinguished than Fisher Ames, for that facility and felicity of intellectual conception, which men denominate genius. On whatever subject, or in whatever situation his mind was called into action, its track was, in an extraordinary degree, luminous and elevated. Whether he wrote or conversed, whether the object of his thought was abstruse or familiar, whether it had relation to the great exigencies of nations, or to the ordinary concerns of private life, the splendour evolved in its course scarce ever failed to excite the delight or the wonder of beholders. Those who would not follow, were compelled to admire; those, who coincided in his opinions, were filled with mingled emotions of joy and gratitude for the light and truth which he shed. His genius irradiated the path of his publick life with a brilliancy which has not yet faded, and which will never fade from the recollection of his cotemporaries. There was also in the private life of this man a purity, and in his manner a sweetness, which won the affections, and fixed an interest in the heart, which mere mind seldom seeks, and of itself never acquires. It was impossible for any one to hold frequent converse with him, without perceiving his own standard of moral sentiment elevating, and his intellectual horizon becoming purer and more extensive. For to familiar observers of the character of Ames the excceding delicacy of its |