716 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1810. 



Is death and horror, and despair; 

 Nor can her patient looks to Heaven repair, 



For the huge Idol over her, in air, i 



Spreads his seven hideous heads, and wide | 



Extends their snaky necks on every side ; ^ 



And all around, behind, before, 4 



The bridal Car, is the raging rout, i 



With frantic shout, and deafening roar, = 



Tossing the torches' flames about. 



And the double double peals of the drum are there, 



And the startling burst of the trumpet's blare; 

 And the gong that seems, with its thunders dread. 

 To stun the living, and waken the dead. 

 The ear-strings throb as if they were broke. 

 And the eye-lids drop at the weight of its stroke. 

 Fain would the maid have kept them fast, 

 But open they start at the crack of the blast. 



THE WIDOW. 



\_From Crabbers Borough.'} 



Yes ! there are real mourners. — I have seen 



A fair, sad Girl, mild, sufFe ing, and serene ; 



Attention (through the day) her duties claim'd, 



And to be useful as resign'd she aim'd ; 



Neatly she drest, nor vainly seem'd t'expect 



Pity for grief, or pardon for neglect ; 



But when her weary'd parents sunk to sleep, 



She sought her place to meditate and weep ; 



Then to her mind was all the past display'd, 



That faithful memory brings to sorrow's aid: 



For then she thought on one regretted Youth, 



Her tender trust, and his unquestion'd truth ; 



In ev'ry place she wander'd, where they'd been. 



And sadly sacred held the parting-scene 



Where last for Sea he took his leave — that place 



With double interest would she nightly trace : 



For long the courtship was, and he would say, 



Each lime he sail'd, — " This once, and then the day:** 



Yet prudence tarried, but when last he went. 



He drew from pitying Love a full consent. 



Happy he sail'd, and great the care she took. 

 That he should softly sleep, and smartly look ; 

 White was his better linen, and his check 

 Was made more trim than any on the deck ; 



