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when pinks, exquisitely red, sparkle 
like wine, and tulips like cups, and the 
mouth of the stained bud drinks a juice 
expressed from the clouds. 
Happy the deserving person who 
gives, therein richer than he who re- 
ceives; happy who: enjoys his sweet 
meals, in a splendid dress or in meaner 
apparel. 
But not so he who is left alone, to 
labour in vain, while his companions 
go to gain the sweet reward of their 
labours. 
O, sensible man, parley with thy rea- 
son, and know that the world is vanity. 
Shall its trivial vanities give an in- 
sinuating interest to thy sensibilities ? 
Whether we expect much or little of 
the world, its whole existence, in its 
weightiest circumstances, lasts but 
while one drinks. 
Take the world as a glass, and us 
men as drinkers; with the cheerful 
glass spend in pleasure thy time; it 
_will accord with knowledge, with phi- 
lusophy, and morality. 
Spend, and give, when moved to 
sympathy, and let nothing further con- 
cern thee; that the Creator may take 
pleasure in the ebullitions of thy sensi- 
bility, and delight in thee. 
Are people obliged, continually, to 
depend on,and are they subject to thee ? 
Assist where thou canst assist, if 
thou wouldst expect kindness from the 
Celestial Being. 
VERSES from the ARABIC. 
Science, sweet science! and virtue. 
which ennobles the character, nought 
avail even he whohas them, though he 
charms, an] enchants with their beau- 
ties, to nought will tarn. 
Lockman became the prey of death ; 
he and his son are mute in the dust. 
© world! death will make an impor- 
tant distinction and separation between 
thee and us. 
~ Death is the place of return, the long 
home for man. 
Wealth and dominion, value in the 
estimation of others$ useful and judi- 
cious industry avail not. 
Death treats all men as his enemies ; 
he forms his attacks, and as, by the 
rights of war, victims stained with blood 
are sacrificed: yet death falls more 
painfully ou youth. 
The sun, which had risen red with 
pleasure, sinks in the west; and the 
myrtle branch lies,weighed down by the 
storm. 
Locks that sceuted like amber, de- 
prived of the vitality which enveloped 
them, are dipped in the dust. 
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The young branch, saturated with 
juice, and fully prepared for growth, 
is broken off. Green leaves are spated. 
To honour our lost darling, we salute 
heaven with sighs: Lord have merey! 
We spread the mausoleum, and rear 
monuments of grief to the varied vir- 
tues of her whom we deplore. 
We weep our lost friend, and lament 
the sweet queen of charms, whose pe- 
netrating glance pierced to tie soul ; 
The fair who graced, improved each 
earthly scene ; banished from our sight, 
she has taken away our peace, 
TURKISH EPITAPH. 
Ah! my daughter, whose early radi- 
ance I joyed in, I fondly greeted with 
praise ; 
No more in mortal shape, thou art 
fled to Paradise. 
I own thy merits, which belong to 
high Heaven; to thy mother and me, 
the pain of separation is left. 
———_ 
To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine. 
SIR, 
HEN I was lately reading Wood- 
fall’s edition of Junius’ Letters, 
the writer, I observed, in a private 
letter says “ there are those about me 
who wonld rather see Junius impro- 
perly in print than not at all;’’ this 
shows at once “ that he was not the 
keeper of his own secret,” as he as- 
serted. The expression “ we soldiers” 
was likewise meant to deceive the pub- 
lic. His compliment to the great ora- 
tor shews his knowledge of him when 
only a youth, “ Charles Fox is yet but 
in blossom.” The defaulter of unac- 
counted millions passes unnoticed by 
Junius. I, therefore, say that Junius 
was afriend of Lord Holland, and that 
friend the Rev. Dr. Francis, father of 
Sir Phillip Francis, and translator of 
Demosthenes and Horace. He was 
chaplain to Lord Holland and the Earl 
of Chesterfield. The preface to Demos- 
thenes shows he was as great an admirer 
of civil liberty as the great orator; and 
in his preface to Horace of twenty-two 
pages there are as bold assertions and 
rounded periods as any in Junius: all 
the writers say he was an Lrishman—so 
was Dr. Francis. The last note of Ju- 
nins to Woodfall was dated in January, 
1773, and Dr. Francis died in March 
next, in Bath. Junius was anxious 
that Mr. Garrick should not see his 
hand-writing, as Mr. G. knew it well, 
having brought out his tragedy of Eu- 
genia at Drury Lane Theatre. 
A. O. M. © 
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