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O! when will all those sorrows cease, 
Whose weight o’erpowers my fainting 
breast ? 
When shall this fluttering heart find peace, 
And be at rest ? 
Be still, my soul, with patience wait, 
And meekly bear the chastening rod 3 
Remember ail thy suffering state 
Is known to God. 
Doubt not his care and tender love, 
Although his dealings seem severe, 
Strive by affliction to improve, 
And him revere. 
What! though disease thy days consume, . 
Soon death will bring a sweet release, 
And thou within the silent tomb 
Shalt rest in peace, 
Dust unto dust shalt thou return, 
While the immortal soul shall fly, 
By heavenly messengers upborne, 
To God on highs 
—_— sx 
TRANSLATION FROM THE SIXTH BOOK 
OF THE #NEID. 
V. The Elysian Fields. 
EACH solemn rite and due ablution past, 
They reached the fair Elysian Vales at 
last 5 
Where blessed spirits pass the joyous hours 
In pleasant groves and ever-verdant bow’rs, 
A wide-extended zther, pure and bright, 
Over these fair regions casts its purple light; — 
To them are other stars and planets given, 
A brighter sun illuminates their heaven, 
Here some in grassy theatres were seen 
To urge the race or combat on the green 5 
Some lead the jocund dance, and some re- 
hearse, 
(Joined to delicious sounds) immortal verse. 
The Thracian bard, in flowing robes ar- 
ray’d, 
There lay reclined amid’ the flowery shade, 
And waked with nervous hand and glorious © 
fire 
The seven full tones of his harmonious lyre. 
~The heroic chiefs of Teucer’s 
line, | 
By heaven ordained in ‘happier days to shine, 
Tus, and old Assaracus, appeared, 
And .he who first Troy’s fatal bulwarks 
reared. 
Their scatter'd arms a‘ar #Eneas saw, 
And airy chariots, struck with sacred awe s 
ancient 
Their spears deep fixed, their generous steeds! 
unbound, » 
That sought their pasture o'er the unstinted 
' ground. 
Those who, alive, delighted in the car, 
Oy loved to train the glossy steed to war, 
Tho’ now transported to a happier plain, 
Their ancient pleasures after death retain. 
‘ 
Original Poetry. 
‘The priests, whose lives were pure of sin and 
_ Years move with winged feet, 
And Death leads on a ia vo 
But if religion wa ay 
(Sept. 1, 
Others, apart, the wondering chief sure | 
veys, 
Who in sweet choirs the lofty pzan faisey 
Amidst the odoriferous laurel-wood, — 
Whence flows to earth great Po’s eternal 
flood, 
The glorious warriors for their country — 
slain, 
Stain, 
The pious bands that wove celestial song, 
Those to whose fame invented arts belong, 
Those, whose deserts, immortal as their 
name, 
Secure on earth an everlasting fame, 
All those amidst the happy shades were 
found, 
Their sacred heads with snow-white garlands 
bound, “ay : 
EMMELCES: 
—— ; 
ODE TO EVENING. 
MED Ev’ ning, oh, arise! 
And o'er the azure skies 
Thy dusky mantle spread3 
Then ’midst thy pleasing gl 
On some lone mould’ring tom 
I'll pensive rest my head, ~ 
And think on all the a 
The sorrows and the fears. 
The mad ambitious brave 
Whilst Death with scornful ‘ide, 
Their folly to deride, 
Stands pointing at the gravee 
But a few hours are fled, 
Since golden Phebus shed 
His lustre from on high; uy 
Ev’ning succeeds to noon, 
Then fades away as soon, 
And gloomy night is nigh, 
So-youth’s bright beams decay, _ 
Emit a fainter ih ; 
Then cease to yield their light ; 
4 
The circle is compleat, 
‘The soul, iste: is calm, a tips 
Kind angels sovthe to rest, 
- Heav’n bursts upon the sight, 
With endless glories bright; © 
aind hails its ent’ring gue bs 
a - —=—_—_ ; 
on LEAVING BELLEVILLE, TO RESIDE 
IN LONDON, 
FAREWELL! ! my friends, Boaipenioni: of 
my youth, 
Farewell ! those scenes where friendship, lovey 
- and truth, ( 
Combined to form the happiest hours I knew 3 
Those hours, as moments, ah! ay swift they 
flew. 
Adicul 
