That I may not weary you with too much prolixity, I will only add, that if I or any of my family can render you any service, we shall be proud to be called upon.

Inflated with the honour of having addressed you, I remain, Sir,

Your most obedient servant,

MONTGOLFIER PUFF.

ELLEN.

WHEN Evening draws her curtain round,
And hangs her trembling lights on high,
Entranced I rove on fairy ground,

And muse with spirits of the sky.

Then Fancy from her starry height
O'er my rapt soul her mantle flings,
Through worlds ideal takes her flight,
And soars upon elastic wings.

'Tis then in Memory's treasured hoard
Of joys departed, I review

Those scenes which fond affection stored,
When hope was young, and life was new.

And as I breathe to Heaven a sigh,

While Sorrow pours her pensive prayer,

I seem to meet my

's eye,

And trace the glittering angel there.

JULIA.

Cupid on Earth.

'Tis said, when Love was yet a boy,
His infant sorrows to beguile,
His mother gave him many a toy,
Exulting in the urchin's smile.

She found the child a supple bow,
And placed within his hand a dart,

Then on his target, as his foe,

Painted the semblance of a heart.

"Take there," she cried, "thy deadly aim,
Thy fatal darts be pointed there;
If thou wouldst win the prize of fame,
Ambition should disdain a fear."

He took the bow, the dart he took;

And though the boy was somewhat blind,

And though his little pinions shook,
His arrow reach'd the spot assign'd.

His bosom throbb'd with phrensied joy; And falling at his mother's feet, "Remove," he said, "this painted toy,

And let me aim at hearts that beat.

"O grant that through the nether world
I urge with speed my jocund flight;
Swift be my fluttering wings unfurl'd,
To range through scenes of new delight !”

"Offspring of mighty Mars," she cried,

Wouldst thou, a God, descend to earth? Wouldst thou, thy mother's hope and pride, Degrade thy high, immortal birth?

"Yet go; and where thy footsteps rove Be Discord's golden apple thrown! May Jealousy be link'd to Love,

And Beauty awe thee with her frown!

"Yes, go;-thy mother's wrath assuage,
Go, and imperious be thy reign;

On tyrant mortals pour thy rage,
And cleanse, O Diomede! thy stain."

The boy dejected hung his head

And wept, a parent's frown to meet ;

But novelty his spirit led,

And still he sued in accents sweet:

"O let thy blessing be my guide,

And I'll revenge my mother's woes Descend her champion, prove her pride, And humble to the dust her foes."

The parent gave her slow consent, Hung o'er her child with tearful eye; And, as her mystic zone she lent,

Breathed her fond blessing in a sigh.

Borne on her bright triumphal car,
He left the regions of his birth,
And, floating through the fields of air,
Alighted on this rebel earth.

Eager to show his archer's skill,

His bow he bends, his dart he tries; While hope and fear his bosom thrill, The random shaft at distance flies.

Sudden, throughout the troubled air
Echo repeats a piercing cry,

"Help me," in tones of wild despair,
Help me, O help me, or I die."

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The hapless victim soon he found,

Raised on his arm her languid head, With tears and kisses bathed the wound, Yet laugh'd to see how much it bled.

Now buoyant with triumphant joy, The child pursues his careless way;

Trifles with every infant toy,

And joins the little crowd at play.

But soon the hoop he throws aside,

And over hills and valleys flies The whim of infancy his guide,

The gaudy butterfly his prize.

;

Sometimes the gentle swan he woos, Sometimes the lion's power derides ; Now like his mother's doves he coos, Or on a dolphin's back he rides.

But changing thus from place to place, Slander her trumpet sent before;

He finds averted every face,

And every bosom dreads his

power.

Ah, why the urchin's sorrows tell?

He proved his mother's sentence true:

The golden apple always fell

Where'er his fatal arrow flew..

Now wearied with his earthly tour,
He bent upon his slacken'd bow,
Pray'd on his parent's breast to pour
His tears of penitential woe.

The smile that dimpled on her cheek Betray'd her triumph and her joy; When thus she heard her darling speak,

And thus address'd the weeping boy: