1821.] 
Mr. Partridge s Rep/y ia Mr. Fafey. 
Cypressus, with dishevelled hair, 
To mourn the stricken deer doth seem :* 
The plane-tree, and Alcides’ care 
Mingle their branches o’er the stream, f 
Th“ stubborn oak, the stately beech, 
The knotty cornel, willow fair, 
*The leafy elm, the mountain ash, 
And pine-tree whistling in the air. 
Laburnum garlands weaves for May : 
The palm awaits the victor’s brow : 
The maple spreads her foliage gay, 
Aud twining ivy creeps below. 
Ihe youthful vine, of growth diffuse, 
In various states her form displays : 
Here bursting with luxuriant juice : 
Renewing here her tender sprays : 
Her ample foliage here she rears, 
Forbidding each bright beam to shine : 
Here, lopped, she droops with dewy tears, 
Transformed ’ere long to streams of 
wine. 
The box, of crispest, closest green, 
With lasting verdure decks the fawn: 
The fav’rite myrtle greets her queen, J 
And snowy blooms her boughs adorn, 
Meanwhile, as joyous round they rove, 
The butting flocks in amorous play, 
Contending own the power of Love, 
Aud recognize his genial sway. 
The prancing stag, with gestures proud, 
Seeks the embraces of the deer : 
’Midst herbage thick the rabbits shroud, 
Where sweetest smiles the vernal year. 
The harmless goats the passion warms : 
In sportive troops they fearless play : 
Thus Love the savage breast transforms, 
Chasing its hate, and fear away. 
E’en the mute fish, in crowded shoal, 
Within the living crystal glance : 
Around the font they sportive roll, 
And seem to lead the merry dance. 
Now, springing, cast themseives in air, 
Now on the surface seem to sleep ; 
Their acts their amorous joy declare, 
Unquenched amid the chilling deep. 
But chief the birds, the boughs among, 
Fill all the air with notes of joy : 
I is Love that prompts th’ inspiring song, 
As light from branch to branch they fl v. 
And as they pour th’ enraptured strain 
In notes of sweetest harmony, 
The mortal fancy strives in vain 
To reach such sacred minstrelsy. 
M ith c wood-notes wild’ the echoes ring : 
While ’midst the thickest, freshest shade, 
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The sparrow chirps, and droops his wing, 
And peacocks spread their bright parade. 
The milk-white cygnet sweetly sings, 
And soft the billing turtles coo : 
The parrot struts in airy rings, 
And chatters to the cockatoo. 
This is the place fair Venus chose .- 
’Twas here she bore the archer-boy y 
Each wily r fraudful art who knows, * 
And makes the colour come and fly. 
Who rules in earth, and sea, and air, 
And tempts the eye, and takes the heart: 
In action dire, in aspect fair, 
A naked boy with wings and dart. 
To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine , 
SIR, 
N the month of May last, my brother 
. sailed again for New York, it there¬ 
fore devolves upon me to reply to Mr, 
Farcy’s observations on my brother’s 
communication to you, published in 
your Magazine for March, 1821. 
It must have been obvious to the 
most superficial reader of your excel¬ 
lent Miscellany, that the letter alluded 
to contained chiefly a recital of facts, 
accompanied with the most respectable 
evidence of their reality. How, then, 
Mr. Farey, who is a liberal contributor 
to your pages, and with some of whose 
productions I have been both pleased 
and instructed, could denominate his 
desultory reiuark^n my brother's facts? 
a reply, I am at a loss to conceive. 
In a court ol justice, when evidence 
of a fact is adduced, the belief of the 
fact depends on, and is established by* 
the credibility and consistency of that 
evidence. It appears to be otherwise 
in the court of Mr. Farey’s conscience, 
who, without the least examination of 
the proffered evidence, roundly asserts 
his total 44 want of faith in the reality 
of my brother’s pretensions;” as if his 
faith, or non-faith, were to supersede 
the testimony of half-a-dozen respecta¬ 
ble individuals, as to facts happening 
under the immediate cognizance off 
their own senses ! 
H Mr. F.’s letter had contained any 
thing like argument, it might have been 
opposed by the fair weapons of literary 
controversy; but insinuations and in- 
uendos are not more unphilosophieal 
than difficult to answer. I presume? 
my brother called the possession of the 
* Cypressus, or Cyparissus, was a youth 
of Cea, beloved by Apollo. Having killed ~~j -ui uu> 
a favourite stag of chat deity, he was so power of working the divining rod 44 a 
distressed that he pined away and was gdt,’’ because it appears to be a pecu¬ 
liar endowment of nature or Providence^ 
possessed according to his experience 
by not more than 44 one in two thou¬ 
sand:” it therefore remains with Miv 
Farey to prove how there can be any 
dishonesty 
transformed into the tree which bears his 
name. 
f The white poplar was sacred to Her 
cules. 
X The myrtle was sacred to Venus. 
