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the impolitic, the unfortunate, and finally deserted Dr. 

 Samuel Musgrave, an eminent physician ; he is record- 

 ed " as having lived and died poor, but the goodness 

 of his heart, and the honesty of his intentions will 

 never be doubted by those w^ho knew him." 



It is now the residence of Captain W. F. Wise, 

 R. N., C. B. ; one not less benevolent than his prede- 

 cessor, but more fortunate, distinguished in the naval 

 service for intrepidity in danger, and cool deliberation 

 in conduct ; and not less distinguished amongst his 

 townsmen for activity and integrity as a magistrate, 

 and for active benevolence as a man. 



TO MATILDA C N. 



Though in vain — Ah I all in vain — 



I have wooed thee, lovely one, 

 Hear my spirit-stricken strain, 

 Hear my fervent vow again. 



I am thine alone ! 



By thine eyes' celestial blue, 



By thy fond and gentle tone, 

 By thy lips' transparent hue, 

 Of Indian coral steeped in dew, 



I am thine alone ! 



By thy step of Oreade lightness 



On the blossom-braided lea, 

 By thy swan-like bosom's whiteness, 

 Fair as snow beneath the brightness 



Of Aurora's heraldry. 



By thy sinless maiden heart 



Fraught with fondness all its own, 



Let me one last vow impart, 



Dear Matilda, ere we part. 

 I am thine alone ! 



Oh ! where'er my steps may stray 

 And where'er my path be thrown, 



Still shall each succeeding day, 



Each night's star illumined ray, 



Find me thine alone. Leon. 



