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encroached on yours with 44 screeching 
out prosaic verse,” as poor Burns says. 
Will you offer my best respects to Miss 
Malliet, and tell Miss Hume and Miss' 
Douglas that I look forward with plea¬ 
sure to the time when I shall see them 
again, though I doubt it will not suit 
our friends so early as we talked. 
I am, 
With sincerity and affection, 
Very much yours 
Anne Grant. 
contentment; or, if You Please , 
confession ; by thomas paine. 
To Mrs. Barlow, on her pleasantly 
telling the author, that after writing 
against the superstition of Scripture re¬ 
ligion, he was setting up a religion ca¬ 
pable of more bigotry and enthusiam, 
and more dangerous to its votaries— 
that of making a religion of love. 
O, could we always live and love, 
And always be sincere, 
I would net wish for heaven above, 
My heaven would be here. 
Though many countries I have seen, 
And more may chance to see, 
My little corner of the world* 
Is half the world to me. 
The other half, as you may guess, 
America contains, 
And thus between them I possess 
The whole world for my pains. 
I’m then contented with my lot, 
I can no happier be, 
For neither world I’m sure has got 
So rich a man as rue. 
Then send no fiery chariot down 
To take me off from hence, 
But leave me on my heavenly ground— 
This prayer is common sense. 
Let others chuse another plan, 
I mean no fault to find, 
The true theology of man 
Is happiness of mind. T. P. 
The AMOR PATRI/E, or PATRIOTISM. 
The deficiency of patriotism and the 
defection of patriots, when all the pas¬ 
sions of a corrupted empire figure on 
the stage of politics, are generally com¬ 
plained of. It Should, however, be re¬ 
collected, that those who maintain the 
rights of the people, expose themselves 
to the vengeance of kings and minis¬ 
ters, and that while they are lending 
their experience, eloquence, know¬ 
ledge, and capacity, to consolidate the 
liberties of tlieir country, they have only 
the prospect of a limited fame (evil re¬ 
* Lady Smyth, with whom Paine was 
unreservedly in love. 
port and good) and a remote advantage, 
of which their fellow citizens partici¬ 
pate equally with themselves. The 
supporters of prerogative tamely sub¬ 
mit to the violation of principle, re¬ 
gardless of their honour, and enjoying 
the prospect or promise of a speedy 
reward, 
MARMION. 
The following exquisitely beautiful 
passage of Marmion was in circulation 
before tile poem was published, and as 
it varies in some respects from the 
printed copy, it, will be esteemed a 
curiosity among the devotees of the 
illustrious author. 
Harp of the north ! that mouldering long 
hath hung 
On the witch elm that shades Saint Feb 
Ian’s spring, 
And down the fitful breeze its warblings 
flung 
Till envious ivy did around thee cling, 
With her green ringlets muffling every 
string, 
O, wizard harp ! still must thine accents 
sleep 
’Mid rustling leaves and fountains mur 
muring, 
Still must thy sweeter sounds their si¬ 
lence keep, 
Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a 
maid to weep. 
Not so in ancient days of Caledon, 
Was thy voice mute amid the fatal 
crowd, 
When lays of hopeless lo ve or glory won 
Aroused the fearful, and subdued the 
proud. 
At each according pause was heard aloud 
Thine ardent sympathy, sublime and 
high, 
Fair dames and crested knights attentive 
bow’d, { 
For still the burthen of thy minstrelsy 
Was knighthood’s dauntless deed, and 
beauty’s matchless eye. 
O, wake once more ! how rude soe’er the 
hand 
That ventures o'er tliv magic maze to 
stray, 
O, wake once more ! though, scarce thy 
skill command 
Some feeble echoing of thine earlier 
lay : 
Though harsh and faint, and soon to die 
away, 
And all unworthy of thy nobler strain, 
Yet if one heart breathe higher at the sway, 
The wizard note has not been touched 
in vain, 
Then silent be no more! Enchantress 
wake again ! 
Sweet Teviot on thy silver tide. 
The glaring bale-fires blaze no more. 
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