1821.] 



Original Poetry. 



Dmn or uo duni, my belly I will treat ; 



And cursee me if I don't still eat meat." 



Well, Washee, James 1 mean — James kept 

 ■ ,fe, his word, 



Which the good Priest with indignation 

 heard ; 



To be convinc'd, howe'er, and shun mis- 

 takes. 

 He to the Native's dwelling hied, 

 And there " upon a Friday'^ spied 



The white- washed James dining on beef- 

 steaks. 



" Ah sinful wretch, what is it I behold ? 



1 grieve to find 'tis truth, that I've been 

 told; 



Eating ' beef-steaks' to-day, I wish to 

 know 



Where you expect your precious soul will 

 go ?" 



" What, Massa, me cat meat ? No, Massa, 

 no" — 



Then while a mouthful large, the fellow 

 takes. 



He adds, " what for you callee this beef- 

 steaks ? 



This, JMassa, that you see upon the dish, 



Is no ' Beef-steakSy indeed — but dam 

 good 'fish.'' 



" Fish," the astonished Priest, with fury 

 cried, 



For very clear it was, the rascal lied ; 



" Why, wretched man, cau''t I believe mine 

 eyes ? 



They arc beef-steaks" — " Fish, fish" the 

 Native cries ! 



" And now, good massa, to relieve all doubt 



1 telle you which way / make it out. 



One day you takepoor Washee by the hand. 



You speak fine words, he no can under- 

 stand. 



Water you put upon my face — that change 

 my name. 



And so this morning " me" have done the 

 same ; 



Me take beef-steakes — make talkee over 

 dish. 



And " puttiufi water on them," called them 

 " Fish." 



On the neglect of a most ■useful servant of 

 ''L" ' God and mrinkind. 



SONNET. 

 Immortal Lancaster! whose generous 



soul 

 Resisting, like a mighty si ream, all bars. 

 Intent through evil and through good, to 



move 

 Right onward toward the everlasting goal, 

 Which forms of human intellect the bounds. 

 Like the good providence thou dost revere. 

 Whfere'cr thou art, time still thy fame shall 



raise, 

 Whether Columbia's or some other shore, 

 Screen thee from England's dark ungrateful 



band. 

 Whom euyy slire to blast thy nuble 



439 



This still I know, nor seek 1 to know more, 

 God keeps thee in the hollow of his hand,* 

 Till in his kingdom thou thy meed receive. 

 And thousands of his children sing thy 

 praise. G.Cumberland. 



TRANSLATION from the grbgk of the 



MEDEA of EURIPIDES. 



By the Rev. james broww. 



[Euripides, the admirej and intimate companion 

 of Socrates, w'af=: diptin^iiished for moral sentiment 

 and pathos. Tlie tyrant of Piierse wept at the ex^ 

 hibition of one of his pieces, and .so grateful to the 

 Grecian ear wa* the harmony of his numbexe, that 

 several prisoners who coiild recite his verses, were 

 set at liberty. His Medea has been the subject of 

 f^eneral imitation. Wilton is known to have been 

 partial to tbi.s performance, and has, I believe, traiw- 

 l.itert several pnssn^es. The elegant Buchanan, 

 smit with its beauties, ha* given u.s a version 

 of this play, and has infused into if all the 

 graces of his poliKhed latinity. Cornelia has 

 introduced the subject on the F ench stage, with 

 accustomed elevation ; and our countryman. Glover, 

 has given it to the Knglish Theatre in all the 

 high colouring of splendid imagery, well woven 

 incident, and glowing diction. The passage I have 

 selected is not impassioned: Itopensthe piece with 

 an unambitious but inlerenling simplicity, ,nnd this 

 simplicity I have endeavoured to infiuse into Iha 

 translation.] 



O, that with vent'rous speed, far from this 



laud, 

 Ari/o had never moor'd in Colchis' Strand, 

 Nor Peleou's groves supplied his plauks 



of piue. 

 To form this first rate of the Grecian line, 

 Mann'd with heroic chiefs both wise and 



bold. 

 The far-famed fleece to win of massy gold, 

 lolco's towers Medea had not seen. 

 Nor Jason fir'd the affections of a Queen. 

 Corinth, the imperial race would ne'er 



have known. 

 Whose Princess by strong charms her 



favour won. 

 Medea srail'd, when Jason yet was kind, 

 And gave to fondness all her mighty miud. 

 O sacred union, that no discord knows ! 

 But as it cools alike, alike it glows. 

 Yet soon are fled the joys that pleas'd b«- 



fore, 

 And love, and faith, and honor are no more. 

 For Jason now to other loves has sped. 

 And woo'd a foreign Princess to his bed. , 

 O'er him fair Creusa holds resistless sway, 

 Daughter of Creon, whom these realms 



obey. 

 My Queen, in tears, bewaiLs her slighted 



love. 

 Appeals to Gods, and broken vows to prove 

 That false and callous to her peerless 



charms, 

 Jason, with cursed speed, flew to a rival's 



arms. 



* Am expression he used on the author's 

 enquiring how he had been preserved from 

 want, when he left the parent institution 

 and refused an oflcr that would have para- 

 lized his cfl'orts. 



Without 



