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Criginal Poetry, 
[Nov. 
irTERAKV I^CGH^CUITT. 
The follouinc: is copied from an old 
book, ^^here ir is said lo have “ cost the 
maker much tholish lahc-ui, for it is a per¬ 
fect verse, and every word is the very 
same both b.ickwaid and forward.’^ 
Cdt tir.ii mulum^ madids-m tna^pam tenet anna, 
BUTLER. 
The extreme indigence to which this 
admired poet was reduced towards th.e 
close of his life, is thus indignantly de¬ 
scribed by Oldiiaiu. 
On Biitltr wlio can think, without Ju't rage. 
The gicry and the scandal of the age, 
Fair stood his hopes when drst he came to 
town, 
Ivl'et ev.ery-where with,welcomes of renowm, 
Couried ar.o lov'd by ail, with wonder read. 
And pr mibcs ot princely favor fed j 
But what rev\aTcl lor all bad-he at last. 
After a life in didl expectance pass’d? 
The vre'ch at summing up his misoent 
days, 
Fv uPd r mag le^t but poverty and prahe : 
Ct ail his gains by verse he could not save 
Enough to purchase flannel and a g avt j 
Reduced to want he in due time fell sick, 
taia to die and be interred on tick j 
And well might bless the fever that was 
sent 
To rid him hence and his worse fate prevent. 
ABRAHAM FRANCE. 
This author, who is now scarcely re- 
memhered, flourishfd in the reign of 
Ehzabeti), and exhdtiud a perversion of 
taste which there has since been an ar-^ 
tempt to revive, by imitating the various 
nifasures of Eann rerse. A slmrc specu 
men may amuse by its quuintness, al¬ 
though a longer would tire by its mo¬ 
notony. 
As soon as sun-beams could once pe^ p out fro* 
the mountains. 
And by the dawn of day had somewhat lighU 
entd Olympus, 
Men wiiose lust was law, and whose lip was 
still to be lusting, 
Whose thriving clheving convey’d themselves 
to an hill top. 
That stretched forward to the Heradeotliei 
ertry,^ 
And mouth of Nyhs, looking thence down to 
tlie main sea, 
For sea- faring men j but, seeing none to b« 
Sailing, 
They knew’t was bootless to be looking there 
for a booty, &c. 
111 p ■ ■■! m 1111,11 iii^ 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
TO A LADY 
Suffering under Calumny. 
By S. I. Pratt, 
Y^ID I KOT ENOW, that Slander rude. 
Leagu’d with the friend Ingratitude, 
Loves most to flap the venom’d wing. 
And dart her fell and viper sting, 
Into the vitals of the gooi>. 
The FAIR, the WISE,—their proper food. 
Did I NOT ENOW, that Beauty, Sense, 
And e’en the cherub Innocence, 
That Genius and Us seraph train. 
When ita.ttemptsa wieath to gain. 
On beav’nly pinion dares lo rise, 
And claim its birthright in the sk'es, 
That all who gain an envied name. 
Foul Slander tries to brand with ahame I 
Did I NOT KNOW, the monster dark, 
Pioud to Select a lofty mark, 
And chus" the hour it deems the best 
To rob a noble mind of rest, 
The hour of glccm when Fortune’s smile, 
Chan ges to threat’ning frownawhile. 
Delights, at such a time, to tell 
With aspic tongue, its tale of hell, 
Did I Nor know alj. this, my heart 
A.c what has wounded thee mightstart. 
But, Slande?. ! I have seen thy pov/ex 
Corns from thy dark assassin tower, 
And seen thy virtuous victims bleed, 
Unconscious of thy horrid deed. 
For sacrifice have seen them bound, 
Thy whispered malice spreading round. 
Effecting slill thy own escape. 
Fell spider, thou, in human shape ! 
Glutted, like her, with mfian spoils, 
Thy prey long strui'giing in thy toils. 
Yet tnat a mother and a wife, 
Who •consecrates a blameless life. 
To every duty, every care, 
Her daily ofirce, nightly prayer; 
3n whom r.o e*ror, out excess 
Of fond solicitude to bless, 
A parent’* kiiidi ess in exTemc, 
If Vir tue tvat a fault should deem ; 
Yes, in vile Slander’s broadest range. 
If aught COULD make my colour change 
At any wrong tl e fiend can do, 
’Twould be ro hear she spa8 es;Not yovj 
Yet still, dear injur’d friend, be proud, 
’Tis but the strife ’twnxt sun 'andcloud ; 
The moral of the fable’s* known. 
The sun'appear’d, the' clbOd was gone. 
“ The glorious orb the day refines'. 
Thus Envy br'eak's, Chus'Merit shines.’* 
Chelsea, fanuary 18-11, 
’* Cjay, Fable 28 . 
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