ΤΟ THE BOSTON FRIGATE', ON LEAVING HALIFAX FOR ENGLAND, OCTOBER, 1804. ΝΟΣΤΟΥ ΠΡΟΦΑΣΙΣ ΓΛΥΚΕΡΟΥ. Pindar. Pyth. 4. WITH triumph this morning, oh Boston! I hail Well-peace to the land! may the people, at length, 1 Commanded by Captain J. E. Douglas, with whom I returned to England, and to whom I am indebted for many, many kindnesses. In truth, I should but offend the delicacy of my friend Douglas, and, at the same time, do injustice to my own feelings of gratitude, did I attempt to say how much I owe to him. That though man have the wings of the fetterless wind, Of the wantonest air that the north can unbind, Yet if health do not sweeten the blast with her bloom, Nor virtue's aroma its pathway perfume, Unblest is the freedom and dreary the flight, That but wanders to ruin and wantons to blight! Farewell to the few I have left with regret, May they sometimes recall, what I cannot forget, That communion of heart and that parley of soul, Which has lengthen'd our nights and illumin'd our bowl, When they've ask'd me the manners, the mind or the mien Of some bard I had known or some chief I had seen, Whose glory, though distant, they long had ador'd, Whose name often hallow'd the juice of their board! And still as, with sympathy humble but true, I told them each luminous trait that I knew, They have listen'd, and sigh'd that the powerful stream To think that, whenever my song or my name But, DOUGLAS! while thus I endear to my mind That the faint coming breeze will be fair for our flight, Where the day comes in darkness or shines but to freeze, Where the kind voice of sisters shall steal to my heart, And ask it, in sighs, how we ever could part !— But see!—the bent top-sails are ready to swell— To the boat-I am with thee-Columbia farewell! ΤΟ LADY H ON AN OLD RING FOUND AT TUNBRIDGE-WELLS. Tunnebrige est à la même distance de Londres, que Fontainebleau l'est de Paris. Ce qu'il y a de beau et de galant dans l'un et dans l'autre sexe s'y rassemble au tems des eaux. La "compagnie, &c. &c." See Mémoires de Grammont, Second. Part. Chap. iii. TUNBRIDGE WELLS, AUGUST, 1805. WE HEN Grammont grac'd these happy springs, And Tunbridge saw, upon her Pantiles, The merriest wight of all the kings That ever rul'd these gay, gallant isles; Like us, by day, they rode, they walk'd, |