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plied an inconceivable severity of had, besides humanity, generos conviction, that he had one thing to ity, conscience, and some measure do ; and that he, who would do of what forms the power of consome great thing in this short life, science, the fear of a Superiour must apply himself to the work Being. Consequently, when the with such a concentration of his dreadful momentapproached,he felt forces, as, to idle spectators, who an insupportable conflict between live only to amuse themselves, these opposite principles,and when looks like insanity.

it was arrived, his utmust courage His attention was so strongly failed. The worse part of his naand tenaciously fixed on his ob- ture fell prostrate under the power ject, that even at the greatest dise of the better ; the angel of goodtance, like the Egyptian pyramids ness arrested the demon that to travellers, it stood confest to his grasped the dagger, and would sight with a luminous distinctness, have taken that dagger away, if as if it were nigh, and beguiled the pure demoniack firmness of his the toilsome length of labour and wife, who had none of these counenterprise, by which he was to teractive principles, had not shamreach it. It was so conspicuous ed and hardened him to the before him, that not a step deviat- deed. ed from the direction, and every The poet's delineation of Richmovement and every day was an ard III. (I better remember the approximation. If it were possi- poet's account of him than the ble to deduct from his thoughts historian’s,) gives a dreadful speciand actions all that portion, which men of this indivisibility, if I may had not a methodical and stren- so name it, of mental impulse. uous reference to an end, the solid After his determination was fixed, mass, which would remain, would his whole mind, with the compactspread over an amazing length of est fidelity, supported him in prolife, if attenuated to the ordinary secuting it. Securely privileged style of deliberation and achieve- from all interference of doubt that ment. One less thinks of dis- could linger, or humanity that playing such a character, for the could soften, or timidity that could purpose of example, than for that shrink, he advanced with a grim of mortifying comparison. concentrated constancy, through

scene after scene of atrocity, still

fulfilling his vow to “ cut his way *****, Lady Macbeth may be through with a bloody axe." He cited as a harmonious character, did not waver while he pursued though the epithet seems strangely his object, nor relent when he applied. She had capacity, am- seized it. bition, and courage ; and she willed the death of the king. But he

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TO W

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, JUN., Newport.

-BOSTON, SEPT. 6TR, 1806. ............... Tu mitis, et acri Asperitate carens, positoque per omnia fasiu, Inter ut æquales unus numeraris amicos : Obsequiumque doces, et amorem quaeris amando. LUCAN.

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HAIL, absent friend ! not absent from my soul, Though mountains rise, and floods between us roll.

Though life no more thy little bark should steer,
Still mem’ry's pencil would depict thee here ;
Her well known art, her darling task renew,
And each bold feature brighten into view.

The flow'rs of Friendship rarely blossom here,
Exotick plants are difficult to rear.
Too cold the soil, they pine in swift decay ;
And if too warm, in languishment away.
'Tis Merchant's land ! Here Genius never sprung,
Nor flourish'd friendship, nor the sons of song ;
For such vile weeds, why turn the wealthy soil ?
When golden apples grow with half the toil.

Though the pale miser gaze upon his store,
So vastly great he could not wish for more ;
Though mine were all the treasure that I see ;
Evin though Pactolus flow'd for only me ;
Forgive, ye Gods, I ask for greater wealth,
Grant me a friend with competence and health.
The friend, I ask, is no mechanick tool,
To sneeze like me, like me to play the fool ;
Not a mere posy, born to give away,
To blossom, bear, and wither in a day.
Nor that strange being, counterfeiting man,
Built, for some whim, on Nature's narr'west plan ;
Who loves you dearly as a brother could,
Yet groans in spirit, if your jokes are good ;
Admires your trifies, yet would kindly hint,
“ If he wipe you, he thinks he would not print.”
Pale imp of envy! child of self distress,
Who gets his death from other's happiness-
Ne'er may I know that sycophantick tribe,
Who flatter, porjure, poison, for a bribe.
Harpies, who Friendship’s sacred fane defile,
Who rob by words, and ruin with a smile.
Busy, like bees, round wealthy heirs they fly,
Extract the sweets, and leave the flow'rs to die.
· Such, such are they who flutter round the great,
Who bask in pomp, and buz about in state ;
Dealers in air ; 'these empty fools rely
On one sad choice, to flatter or to die.

Give me the friend, whom vivid genius fires,
Whom judgment tempers, and the Muse inspires.
Though learnd, yet tinctur'd never let him be
Witb proud contempt for those less learn'd than be.

Though fortune spread few favours at his door,
Let not ambition move one sigh for more.

Frank to his friend; (nor would he fail to please,
Though free from ribbons, careless of Degrees)
Brave in his cause, when wrong'd by men of sense,
But not tenacious of a fool's offence;

Let him regard not censors in the streets,
Nor heed each manger-puppy that he meets.
Candid his censure all my faults to show,
Nor yet unwilling all his own to know;
Let not his heart, in pitying weakness, spare,
But still let feeling hold a mansion there
Say, lives the friend in whom these virtues shine!
Thanks to the Gods, for such a friend is mine!

For the Monthly Anthology.

TO POVERTY

O POVERTY! hard-featured dame,
Whence grow the terrours of thy name?
'Tis said, that from thy serious eye
The laughing Train of Pleasures fly
That, deep within thy mansion rude,
Lurks the black fiend, Ingratitude;

That Toil, and Want, and Shame, are known.
To make thy heartless hours their own,
Till Guilt, his frenzied eye on fire,-
Bids thy last famish'd Hope expire:

Thus speaks the world,-to Mammon true,~
While wrongs thy pleading worth pursue.

To me, and I have seen thee near
Though harsh thy withering look appear.
Though stern the Teachers of the Poor
And hard the lesson to endures
Yet many a virtue, born of thee,
Lives sunder'd from Prosperity,
Religion, which on Heaven relies,
The moral of thy mind supplies.i
Pity, with plaintive accent kind,
And Patience, to her fate resign'd,
Content thy lowly cot to share
With Temperance, dwell as inmates, there i
Love join'd by Truth; no rival's eye
Wakes to the wish of Poverty:

Yet all the bless'd Affections twine
Round many a rustick haunt of thine,
Close circling, with the nuptial tie,
Joys, which a monarch could not buy.

Though boonless, and to praise unknown,
Oft is the lustred life thy own;
To thee the Priests of God belong;
Thine is the Poet's deathless song;
Thee toiling Science lives to claim,
Thou lead'st his thorny steps to Fame;
CREATIVE GENIUS feels thy power
Coeval with his natal hour,
On him the rays of glory shine
Too late...bis parting breath is thine

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Let me thy simple glances meet
Near the green hamlet's calm retreat,
Not where the city, throng'd with sin
Bids all the monster Crimes begin,
Thence will thy timid Virtues fly,
Lured by Seduction's serpent eye;
Thy fate each murdered Hope to see,
While every suffering lives to thee,

Not that along the wintry shore
The fisher plies, the wearied oar;
Not that amid the sultry plain
The peasant piles the labour'd grain,
Wilt thou, with frowning brow appear,
To wring the grief-extorted tear:

But, when to wrongs thy sufferings lead,
While Shame and false Reproach succeed.
When Genius, doom'd with thee to mourn,
Sees his unshelter'd laurels torn,
While ignorant Malice rushes by,
Quick glancing with insidious eye;
When all thy cultur'd virtues move
Nor sense to feel, nor heart to love,
While Treachery, under Friendship's guise,
Bids the pernicious falsehood rise,
Still aiming, with envenom'd dart,
To reach the life-pulse of thy heart;
Then, POVERTY, hard-featured dame,
I feel the miseries of thy claim,
Would from thy close embraces fly,
Or 'mid their palsied pressure die.

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CAMBRÍA.

gaze, and am changed at the sighti For mine eye is illumined, my Genius takes flight,

My soul, like the sun, with a glance
And moves on thy waters,, wherever
Embraces the boundless expanse,
they roll,

the shores!

Thou wide-rolling OCEAN, all hail !
Now brilliant with sun-beams, and

dimpled with oars,

Now dark with the fresh-blowing gale,
While soft o'er thy bosom the cloud-
shadows sail,

And the silver-wing'd sea-fowl on high,
Like meteors bespangle the sky,
Or dive in the gulph, or triumphantly.
ride,

Like foam on the surges, the swans of
the tide.

From the tumult and smoke of the city
set free,

With eager and awful delight,
From the crest of the mountain I gaze
upon thee;

#Searboro Castle.

From the day-darting zone to the night-
brooding pole.

My spirit descends where the day-
Where the billows are rubies on fire,
spring is born,
And the breezes that rock the light cra
dle of morn

O regions of beauty, of love, and desire !
Are sweet as the Phonix's pyre:
Placed far on the fathomless main,
O gardens of Eden! in vain
Where Nature with Innocence dwelt
in her youth,

When pure was her heart, and un-
broken her truth.

But now the fair rivers of Paradise wind Through countries and kingdoms o'erthrown;

Where the Giant of tyranny crushes

mankind,

Where he reigns,-and will soon reign alone,

For wide and more wide o'er the sunbeaming zone,

He stretches his hundred-fold arms, Despoiling, destroying its charms; Beneath his broad footstep the Ganges is dry,

And the mountains recoil from the flash of his eye.

Thus the pestilent Upas, the hydra of trees,

Its boughs o'er the wilderness spreads, And with livid contagion polluting the breeze

Its mildewing influence sheds

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Where Europe exultingly drains
Her cordials from Africa's veins ;
Where the image of God is accounted
as base,

And the image of Cæsar set up in its
place!

The hour is approaching,-a terrible
hour!

And Vengeance is bending her bow;
Already the clouds of the hurricane lour,
And the rock-rending whirlwinds blow;
Back rolls the huge Ocean,-Hell opene
below;

The floods return headlong,

sweep

they

The slave-cultur'd lands to the deep; In a moment entomb'd in the horrible void,

The birds on the wing, and the flowers By their Maker Himself in his anger

in their beds,

Are slain by its venomous breath,
That darkens the noon-day with death,
And pale ghosts of Travellers wander
around,

While their mouldering skeletons whi-
ten the ground.

Ah! why hath JEHOVAH, in forming
the world,

With the waters divided the land,
His ramparts of rocks round the con-
tinent hurl'd,

And cradled the deep in his hand?
If man may transgress his eternal com-

mand,

And leap o'er the bounds of his birth
To ravage the uttermost carth,
And violate nations and realms that
should be

Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea!

There are, gloomy OCEAN a brother-
less clan,

Who traverse thy banishing waves,
The poor disinherited outcasts of man,
Whom Avarice coins into slaves;
From the homes of their kindred, their

forefathers' graves,
Love, friendship, and conjugal bliss,
They are dragg'd on the hoary abyss;
The shark hears their shrieks, and as-

cending to-day,
Demands of the spoiler his share of the
prey.

Then joy to the tempest that whelms

them beneath,

And makes their destruction its sport!
But woe to the winds that propitiously
breathe,

And waft them in safety to port !
Where the vultures and vampires of
Mammon resort; ›

destroy'd.

Shall this be the fate of the cane-plant

od isles,

More lovely than clouds in the west,
When the sun o'er the ocean descend-
ing in smiles

Sinks softly and sweetly to rest?
NO-Father of Mercy! befriend
the opprest;

At the voice of thy gospel of peace
May the sorrows of Africa cease;
And the slave and his master devoutly
unite

To walk in thy freedom, and dwell in
thy light!*

As homeward my weary-wing'd Fancy

extends

Her star-lighted course thro' the skies,
High over the mighty Atlantic ascends,
And turns upon Europe her eyes;
Ah me! what new prospects, new
horrours arise!

I see the war-tempested flood
All foaming, and panting with blood;
The panick-struck Ocean in agony roars,
Rebounds from the battle, and flies to

his shores.

For BRITANNIA is wielding her tri-
dent to-day,
Consuming her foes in her ire,
And hurling her thunder with absolute
sway

From her wave-ruling chariots of fire :
-She triumphs ;-the winds and the
waters conspire

To spread her invincible name ;
The universe rings with her fame;

Alluding to the glorious success of the Moravian Missionaries among the negroes in the We Indics.

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