106 tadex indicatorius. Sept. 18. 
Another poem written in'a more elevated strain, has been transmite 
ed by a correspondent to whom the readersof the Bee have been in- 
debted for many valuable articles, requesting that, as the performance 
of a promising young man, it may be inserted in the Bee; so that it 
is with great reluctance the Editor finds himself obliged to decline 
it ; both on account of the subject, on which he wifhes not to en= 
large, and its great length which éxceeds the limits appropriated to 
poetical exercises. He‘cannot however omit the ‘following excerpts 
as a small specimen of the work. It is entitled 
Modern France 
After having taken a very extensive survey of the present state of 
France; and in glowing colours depicted many: scenes with which 
the public have. been distrefsed for a great while past, he addrefses 
himself to the present rulers thus, ; 
Yet think not, ye who ride upon the wings 
Of mobifh praise, and tread the thrones of kings, 
Your daring souls fhall long their flights 
And still‘enjoy the honours they. adore. 
Short.is the favour of the fickle crowd ; 
Often it changes as an April cloud. 
Now high in air see guilty Marar rise ; 
Now pierc’d by female hands the caitif dies : 
Fayette already in the dungeon’s gloom, 
Laments his sad reverse and early tomb; 
Whilst fam’d DumourreR wanders o’er the world, 
Despis’d, unnotic’d, as a bubble hurl'd. 
And he who grasp’d at boundle{s sway, Custing, 
Dragg’d unlamented to the guillotine ; 
Brissot degraded : Manure stab’d by those 
Of his own city, where he sought repose: 
ConporcekT whoere while the Senate sway’d 
Wanders like Cain, of ev’ry one atraid : 
{Payne in a quarry hides his trembling head * ; 
And blood stain’d ORLEANs soon himself must bleed ; 
Marer and SiMONVILLE in prison sav’d, 
And BournonviLte, by those they oft had brav’d, 
Fierce Danton, tho’ the fav'rite of the hour, 
Arm’d with unbounded dictatorial pow’r, 
May fret his day upon the murd'rous stage, 
But fall he must beneath the people's rage ; 
Unlefs, perchance, the people he enslave, 
For nought but slavery can the tyrant save. 
* The whole city of Paris is built above an inimense excavation 
formed by digging #tones for ages past ; in these Payne it is “aia 
now conceals himself. ; 
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