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[ Dec. 3, 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
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Torbe Editor of the Monthly Magazine, 
SUR 
‘THE following free tranflation of a fragment 
from the Crefphontes, a loft tragedy of 
Euripides, if worthy of infertion in your poe- 
tical repofitory, is at your fervice, from 
Dorchefer Gaol, ' G. WAKEFIELD. 
Now. 3, 1800. 
ADDRESS TO PEACE. 
WHITE-ROBED nymph, of placid eye ! 
Faireft goddefs of the fky ! 
Where thy genial footfteps bend, 
Prewnrty there and weartu attend, 
When will thy bright form appear ? 
Lingering ftill from year to year !. 
Come, Oh! come; thy radiance dart 
To gild the gloom that chills my heart : 
Left crippling rime and wafting wor 
Bid ftrength and fenfe and reafon go, 
Ere thy blifsful glories rife 
To foothe our fouls and chear our eyes 5 
Ere thy fweet complacent {mile 
Lull the ftorm that thakes our ifle ; 
Erer the dance of feftive ftrains 
Chace fell Famine from our plains ! 
Oh ! hafte, to this once favour’d fhore 
The bleffings of thy reign reftore. 
From crowded haunts and private life 
Drive tumults, feuds, fufpicion, ftrife, 
With all foul piscorp’s hellith brood : 
And treafons bathed in HUMAN BLoop ! 
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THE DAWN. / 
HENCE flows the itrain that hails 
dawn of morn? 
The redbreaft warbles in the flowering thorn, 
Hark ! now the throftle joins him, both un- 
feen, 
Where firs and poplars fhade the dewy 
Their ferenade how foothing to repofe, 
To lull the ear, while yet the eye-lids clofe ! 
More loud the throftle’s notes the morning 
greet, 
But fill the redbreaft’s are as blithe and 
{weet. 
They warble gaily in the twilight ray, 
While Venus imiles, delighted with the lay: 
Bright ftar of morn! whofe lovely bluthing 
face 
Allures the fun, and foothes his glowing race. 
When joyous birds falute the dawning tkies, 
Like them be gay, my love! like them be 
wife ! W. Evans, 
the 
green, 
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To @ FRIEND during his EXCURSION 
CORNWALL. > 
"THE cloud of eve the dew of heaven 
diftills : 
How gay the view o’er Cornwall’s wavy hills! 
The fetting fun attraéts the dazzl’d eye, 
eA diamond in the mantle of the sk ye 
into 
From Devon's blooming heath; I thither bend 
My fight, where roves o’er Cornwall’s downs 
my friend, 
Ye heavens! be calm: O fun! thofe 
{cenes difplay 
Where Druids old, round Arthur, tuned their 
lay 5 
And guide the youth o’er rocks, where Ale 
bion braves - 
The roaring furges of the weftern waves + 
Thence light him fafe to’Tavy’s fylvan dale, 
Of Michael’s wond’rous mount to tell the 
tale. 
No gloom, as now, will then obfcure the airy 
But every Mufe will fmile ferenely fair. 
Lavifiock, Sept. 24, 1800. W. Evans. 
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The PREEENDARY and the CURATE. 
Facit Indignatia Verfum. 
Quate Prebendary, t’other day, 
<¢ I dine at five, and beg you'd ftay.”” 
And while he fpoke, the clock fruck one ; 
The curate bow’d, but muft be gone, 
To ferve St. Mary’s and All-Souls, 
And afterwards the pigs and fowls. 
Befides, that he’s at home expected, 
‘The brindl’d cow mayn’t be neglected. 
Moreover he muft fell a pig: 
His wife wants ftays, and he a wig: 
And further adds—by chance that he 
Of pork-tub has brought out the key: 
Some cuftomer may want a pound 5 
It locks up too the homeftall ground: 
The cow cannot be turn’d to grafs, 
Nor mare and foal to water pafs. 
Our Prebendary, with furprife, 
Qpened wide both mouth and eyes $ 
And {wore by ancient tribe of Gad, 
The curate muft be drunk or mad. 
*¢ An Englith clergyman fell pork !"* 
*Twas worfe than Infidel or Turk, 
A parith-prieft to water horfes, 
Who fhould be penning of difcourfes. 
A labourer in gofpel vineyard 
To publicly fet up a {wine-herd ; 
A reverend divine and elder 
Become a butcher and fow-gelder: 
A man who has an income clear 
Of five and forty pounds a year ; 
And cannot therefore have to plead, 
For giving fcandal, want, or need! 
The curate now put in a word, 
And humbly begg’d he might be heard. 
<* Moft reverend Sir, ’tis very true, 
You juftly pay me all my due; 
And { can plainly make’t appear, 
We lay it out with utmoft care, 
For houfe-rent ten, and taxes five, 
Although we now in darknefs live. 
And next a yearly lying-in 
Takes off beft part of tother ten, 
Tea 
