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Ox ccea/ion of an interrupted Voyage from 
Ross ¢o CHEPsTow, Sept. 1798. 
BY DR. BEDDOES. 
FAREWELL! thou dear to Fancy’s eye 
© - Farewell, thy fcenes, Arcadian Wve ! 
Back to the world, with fvotiteps Aas 
From thy iequeterd glades I go | 
And turn, by Eve’s protracted light, 
To catch one lati impreffive fight, 
That faithful Mem’ ry firm nay hold 
Thy blended ‘orms of foft and bold ; 
And, by thy images poffeft, 
A fenfe ferener foothe my breatt. 
Wyre! by thy brink—at Order’s birth, 
While fre-bora vapours heay’d the earth—- 
In at on Albion’s foil to trace 
A theatre of fylvan grace, ~ 
Prefiding Nature chofe her fland ; 
‘There high fhe waved her plaftic wand, 
swift ‘preads the level, finks the dell, 
And rude ae mafies fwell. 
Fair thought on thought fo being {prung, 
Fond o’er her toil the Sov’reiga hung ; 
aft {mote the rock, and pade bel roll, 
The Spirit of the perfect whole! ~ 
Then fled yon fteep thy gufhing ce 
And wheel’d far off his concave fide ; 
Over glooms unpierc’d pild crags afcend, 
Dark over the deeps tall foreits bend, 
Slow fteals the wave in filence by, ' 
~ Q’erawed as though a God were nigh *. 
Dnfcar’d by war, unftain’ d by blood, 
Through ages, Vaca! roll thy food ; 
Nor e’er broad oak, that fhrouds thy fide, 
Fell deed of midnight fpoiler hide. 
Cool in thy groves, a frequent guelt, 
May Innocence, uninjur’d, reft ; 
Untarnifh’d, Beauty, Cad thy bed, 
Her rural pind enchantments {pread ; 
‘There on the Mufe’s wandering child, 
Burtt unimagin’d vifions wild. 
There he who fhuns a brother’s eye, 
Sad Outcait ! and himielf would fly ; 
Own fome {weet moments of repofe—= 
There breathe, deluced of his wot’. 
‘ 
THE NATURAL SON. 
By the Rev. J. BIDLAKE, of Ri 
“MOUTH, 
(CHILDREN of Plenty, who the. cheering 
: rays 
Of liberal Fortune’s golden funthine fhare, 
While love parental crowns your cloudlets days, 
Meets every with, prevents each rifing dave ¢ ; 

~ * Note. The middle paragraph alludes to that 
theory of the earth, which teaches that the pre- 
font land was once the bottom of the fea, and 
that i it Was railed by fubterraneous fires, 
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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
Ah! do not fpurn misfortune’s outcaft child, 
Who knows no fhelter, finds no friendly 
door ; 
2 fnow-drop, fhatter’d in the dreary wild, 
Nipt by the ftorm, with rain befprinkled o’er. 
On me no father bends his partial eyes, 
No mother in her foft’ring arms protects ; 
My daily-wants no tendernefs fupplies, 
My doubtful fteps no precept now directs. 
an they deferve the parent’s facred name, 
_Untrue to nature, and than brute lets kind 
Who dare to riot in a guilty flame, ' 
Nor own the feelings of parental mind 3 
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Beat not e’en favage breafts with pious lovey 
Do thofe forget a parent’s tender care ? 
E’en brutal inftinét foft affections prove, 
The {weet fenfations even reptiles kee, 
Yet polity d life, unblufhing, dares difown 
he firit, the deareft feelings of the foul ; 
Falfely refin? d, and boldly thamelefs grown, 
Spurns at all law, defies all foft controul. 
Condemn’d to pine, forfook by fickle love, 
Of facred honour ftripp’d, of confcious pride 
Condemn’d Ingratitude’s tharp ftings to Proves 
Of broken heart, alas! my mother died. 
jn vain, ’tis faid, I ftretch’d my infant arms, 
That afk’d to meet her fond, her warm em< 
brace ; 
In vain the dawning blufh of orient charms 
_ Sat fmiling in the rofes of face. 
Ah! touch’d by death, ee his icy pow*ry 
No ans’wr ing {miles, no look, could the 
repay $ 
So, nipt by vernal frofts, a tranfient flow’r 
Hangs o’er the infant bud, and fades away. 
Qn the wide world caft ah forlorn, un- 
~ known, 
No friendfhip bleeds, no wuded breaft, for 
me ; 
No ties of dear relationfhip T own, 
The wand’ring child of cafual’ Charity. 
Can’ft thou, who gave me birth, canft thow 
maintain, 
In oftentatious pomp, yon menial crowd ? 
O! could the refufe of that wanton train, 
To feed thefe famith’d lips but be allow’d ! 
There, proudly tow’rirg o’er the fubjeé land, 
By cottly art bedeck’d, and lavith tafte, 
Behold my father’s f{umptuous manfion ftand. 
The feat of riot, and licentious wafte, 
In golden goblets laughs the lufcious wine, 
‘High viands fick’ning appetite invite ; 
On filken beds their lux’ry finks fupine, 
And wantonnefs and coit their pow’rs unite, 
Each faithlefs friend the ready gate receives, 
The cup of water cold where I implore; 
My famifh’d appetite no {crap relieves, 
Yo me, and, Want, alone is clos’d the door, 
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