1823.] 
cil, there was no farther demur offered, 
and Crujan was consecrated Bishop of 
Man, but not, without suffering from a 
load of obloquy respecting the trans- 
action, which he certainly did not me- 
rit. Having seen all the documents, I 
can youch for the. authenticity of the 
Original Poetry. 
437 
facts. Itis needless to add, that her 
grace. of Athol neyer admitted his 
lordship.to do personal homage for the 
favour conferred: he went post to 
Bath after his consecration, as he pro- 
mised; .but he might as well have re- 
mained at home. 
ORIGINAL POLTRY. 
, CHLOE: 
From the Dutch of Johannes Bellamy, 
By GEORGE OLAUS BORROW. 
ne oO! we have a sister on earthly dominions!” 
Thus murmur’d two sons of the angelic train, 
And flew up to heaven with fluttering pinions, 
But quickly on earth they descended again. 
Their brothers, with voices triumphantly lifted, 
Behind them came flocking, this wonder to view; 
Far faster than elouds by the hurricane drifted, 
Down, down, to a forest of cedar they flew, 
And there beheld Chive, all wrapt in devotion, 
Upon the ground kneeling, unable to speak ; 
Thé tear-drop of Riety; wrung by emotion, 
Was streaming like dew down her beautiful check: 
The spirits were silent,—considering whether 
The Godhead before them in loveiiness stood ; 
Then, raising their voices, they shouted together, 
“<Q Father, we'll stay with her here in the woud.” 
But God shook his sceptre, and thunder’d appalling, 
While Posty swept the branches with turbulent 
sigh; 
Then trembled the host, but they heeded his calling, 
And bore the sweet maiden, yet praying, on high. 
«*Ab, we had a sister on earthly dominions!” 
All sung, as thro’ heaven they joyously trod, 
And bore, with flush’d faces, and flattering pinions, 
The yet-praying maid to the throne of her God,’ 
= 
SONNET, 
ON VISITING RICHMOND GARDENS, 
Richmond! I never contemplate thy bowers 
Withoat sensations of unmix’d delight, 
For here the Muse display’d her infant powers, 
And learnt from Pope soft numbers to indite: 
E’en now [ view them with my former love, 
And breathe, as ’twere, my youthful hours again, 
Those happy hours, when all was bright above, 
And Hope and Joy held undivided reign. 
But, since that season, 1 have found mankind 
Deform’d with vices, which I never thought 
Could gain a transient dwelling in the mind 
Of those who seem’d pre-eminentily taught: 
Yet so it is—and hence thy calm reti cats 
Are dearer far than Londou’s bland deceits. 
John-sireet, 1823, 
i 
SONNET, 
Ye fettering barriers of vile Poverty, 
O how ye clog th’ aspiring views of man! 
Numb’d by the’cold chill blasts of penury, 
* How few, with Zeal’s firm resolution, can 
Burst thro’ the obstructing bondage which 
conceals 
Beauty,in all her fine forms,from the eye! 
Genius! thou'rt like the primrose, which 
reveals. 
Its charfas in loneliness, and oft doth die 
Ere the mean world puts Reputation’s 
guise 
On thy cold sickening numbers, Ah! 
then fly, 
Young worshipper of Fancy! shut thine 
F eyes 
To all the Mase’s well-known flattery. 
—=Z 
Ply the strong staff of labour in some shed; 
Do any thing but spin thy brains for bread, 
Cullum-street. Enort. 
— 
SEA-SONG: 
From the Danish of Evald. 
{Intended to commemorate three victories by the 
three nayal heroes, Christian, Jual, und For- 
denskiold.J : 
By GEORGE OLAUS BORROW. 
Kine Cluistian stood beside the mast, 
In smoke and flame ; 
His heavy cannon rattled fast 
Against the Gothmen, as they pass’d: 
‘Then sunk each hostile sail and mast 
In smoke and flame. 
“¢Fly, (said the foe,) fly, all that can, 
For who with Denmark's Christian 
Will ply the bloody game?” 
Niel’s Juul tarn’d round, and loudly cried, 
‘Stand to your guns” 
He hoisted up his banner wide, 
And fore and aft the foeman ply’d,' 
And loud above the battle cried, 
“Stand to the gun.” ; 
Ali! where is the insensate foel, 
Who vainly hopes with Denmark’s Juul 
The race of fame to run? 
Once, Baltic, when the musket’s knell 
Rang thro’ the sky, 
Down to thy bosom heroes fell, 
And gasp’d amid the stormy swell, 
While drowning shriek and musket knell 
Rang thro’ the sky, 
he gods fought with our Fordenskiold ; 
Let that day’s triumph teach the bold 
To honour us or fly. 
Thou Danish path to fame and might, 
Dark-rolling wave, 
Receive a friend, who holds as light 
The terrors of the stormy fight; 
Who braves like thee the tempest’s might, 
Dark-rolling wave! 
Thro’ all the perils of the sea, + 
‘Vhro’ war and conquest, usher me 
Atlength unto my grave. 
I : 
SONNET TO SYMPATHY. 
Lire! thou hast antidotes to grief, but 
none 
Such sweet prevailing influence hold 
o’er thee ' 
As when, to stay Distraction’s direful moan, 
Forth from her angel cave young Sym- 
pathy 
Comes 
