POETRY. 
The gossips shrick and hide their eyes, 
Now dare to look—the phantom Hies, 
By haunted streamin upland glade, 
Thro’ vale of mist or darkling shade, 
Stretch’d at their length, in tartan wrapt, 
?Tis Fancy brings the vision apt ; 
To pining youth and aged seers, 
That fill the hardy Scot with fears. 
To Love she adds a thousand charms— 
Brings absent Laura to my arms 5 
With dreams of rapture glads the night, 
And thrills my breast with fond delight. 
Best boon by heay’n bestow’d on man, 
She lengthens Life’s contracted span : 
Bound nor by Space, nor ling’ring Time, 
Bids Thought range wild from clime to climes 
Now roam along vast Ganges’ course, 
Now wand’ring up the Nile’s dark source ; 
E’en fly beyond the solar light, 
To pierce the void of endless Night: 
Fast friend of, Virtue, cheers her days, 
And strews with pleasure all her ways; 
Spreads for Content the genial board, 
That seems with lavish plenty stor’d 5 
Lust, Envy, Hate, Revenge, enchains, 
And racks them with redoubling pains, 
To thee deyote my boy-hood past, 
May thy blest reign, O Fancy ! last 5 
Still cheer me e’en through care and strife, 
Nor let me feel the ills of life. 
EPITAPH ON MR. PITT. 
By Mr. Cumberiand,. 
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O thee, great orator, whose early mind 
Broke forth with splendour, that amaz’d mankind ; 
To thee, whose lips with eloquence were fraught, 
By which the aged and the learn’d were taught ; 
To thee, the wonder of Britannia’s isle, 
A grateful senate rears this marble pile ; 
Conyinc’d that after-ages must approve 
This pious token of a pallens lore. 
Vor, XLVI. 
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