526 Original Podri). [July}, 



a«(l ahUougli Iio gaitifd, yrt he nevfr llic capital liononr of farnisliiii^ tlie 



lost his money." Altribuled by some jdncp with lials." - ^ 



to Louis XIV. Alluding lo another of his prhwieni-' 



. „,, ^ . _ tors, ho expresses himself as follows: — 



\V. HUTTON, F.A.S. ..-.J ,. ,, , j. ,, o i * . .1 



"My sirandlHthcr s father fought at llie 

 Mr. Ilnlton, instead of vainly boast- batlie'^of Marstoii-Moor, in the capacity 

 of, or studiously concealing, his ^f a private trooper, under the Earl of 



birth, took every opportunity to recount 

 his humble, but honest, descent. " The 

 town of North Allerton, two hundred 

 jears a<;o, (he observes,) was the resi- 

 dence of n)y family. My n;randf;itlier*s 

 graudfather was a native, and enjoyed 



Manchester, in the service of the Par- 

 liament. His hasket-hilted sword de- 

 scended to his heirs, till the dreadful 

 riots in Birmingham in 1791, when I 

 was wronged ol that, and 10,000/. worth 

 of other property.'' 



ORIGINAL POETRY. 



LINES 



WRITTEN AFTER A BALL. 



T SAW his pale lip and his dark-beaming 



-f eye. 



And I heard from his bosom escape tlie 



low sigh ; 

 On niebeam'd tliateyeinatVown of disdain. 

 And I felt in my bosom the source of his 



pain. 

 Ah.cruel! believ'st thou the tales of my foe, 

 At the moment I saw there was truth in 



thy woe ; 

 The tears I have shed, and the sighs I have 



heav'd, 

 To atone for a crime, would in heaven he 



receiv'd. 

 No crime stains my name, yet I hear thee 



reprove i 

 Ah! know, of my errors, the greatest is 



loVe ; 

 That error in heaven for itself will atone, 

 For love in that country is lawful alone. 

 L.ondon. ICliza. 



THE NIGHUNGALE; 



Translated from the Danish. 

 In midnight's calm hour the Nightingale 



sings 

 Of freedom, of love and delight ; 

 Come haste lo the grove, where melody 



ring?, — 

 'Tis Philomel's notes that invite. 

 A fowler attentively follows her there, 

 Kesolv'd for his victim to spread out a 



snare : 

 Think, girls, of the Nightingale's fate, 



and beware. 

 In ambush his nets he carefully brings, 



Glad innocence feels no alarm ; 

 Unguarded her flight, — 'midst danger she 



wings, — 

 And falls into sorrowful harm. 

 Alas! she is silent, and full of despair, 

 He glides away quick with his treasure so 



rare : 

 Think, girls, of the Nightingale's fate, and 



beware. 



A braiitifiil cage adorns Iiis fair prize, 



In hope that for Iilni she will sing ; 

 But Freedom, that wafted her notes to the 

 skies, 

 Bore Gladness away on its wing. 

 Thus yon, Philomela, resemble the fair. 

 And we, we delight in the love that we 



share : 

 Oh think of the Nightingale's fate, and 

 bewaie. 



LINES 



BEGUN IN THE ARCHIPELAGO. 



The Grecian isles around me rise 

 O'er the dark purple wave luxuriant, 

 Like stones from heaven in your dire 

 anger hinl'd, 

 The ruins of a world ; 

 Or rather scatler'd softly o'er the deep, 



Calm as an infant's sleep, 

 And beaming hghf, antiquity's vast store. 

 Comes rnshini; back ; I live past ages o'er. 

 Up to my grandsireCapys, — father he 

 Of Italy's proud house, and even me, 

 Like mine own sire, a captain on this se^ 

 Oh when shall come the day, 

 Thou guardian genius of the lay. 

 Lord Byron, tell 

 When our gazelle 

 Shall roam Judea free? 

 Oh every Greek will bare his sword 

 Against our Trojan house j our pilgrim 



shells,* 

 Drawn fi-oi)i those holy wells. 



Should refuge me. 

 Here sign'd a star my doom, — shafting, it 



fled 

 From heaven, and pierc'd my head ; 

 I saw it,— scream'd, — and fell ; 

 Let others tell. 

 How the wing'd arrow sped. 



But, by all holy things, the vest I wear 

 I sacred deem,— that holy ray that 

 night,— 



That 



* Coat of arma. 



