934 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1804. 



In this low vale, the promise of the year, 

 Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, 



Unnotic'd and alone, 



Thy tender elegancy. 

 So Virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms 

 Of chill Adversity, in some low walk 



Of life she rears her head 



Obscure and unobserv'd ; 

 While every bleaching breeze tliat on her blows 

 Chastens her spotless purity of breast, 



And hardens her to bear 



Serene the ills of life." 



The Legend of Robert A Macliin and Anna D'Arfef, the supposed 

 Discoverers of ISladeira. 



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BY MR. BOWLES. 



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HAT rapture fir'd 

 The strangers' bosoms, as from glade to glade* 

 They pass'd admiring all, and gazing still 

 With new delight. But solitude is round, 

 Deep solitude, that on the gloom of woods 

 Primaeval fearful hangs : a green recess 

 Now opens in the wilderness ; gay flow'rs 

 ^Of unknown name purple the yielding sward; 

 The ring-dove murmurs o'er tlieir head, like one 

 Attesting tenderest joy ; but mark the trees. 

 Where, slanting through the gloom, the sunshine rests, 

 Beneath, a moss-grown monument appears, 

 O'er which the green banana gently waves 

 Its long leaf ; and an aged cypress near 

 Leans, as if list'ning to the streamlet's sound. 

 That gushes from the adverse bank ; but pause — 

 Approach with reverence! Maker of the world, 

 There is a Christian's cross ! and on the stone 

 A name, yet legible amid its moss, — 

 " Anna." 



In that remote and sever'd spot. 

 Shut as it seem'd from all the world, and lost 

 In boundless seas, to trace a name, to ni;irk 

 The eipblems of their holy faith, from all 



* The scene Madeira, i 



Drew 



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