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On Mifs Linwoon’s admirable «PiSures in 
~. »Needle-work« ee 
AW HEN Egypt’s fons,-a rude untutor’d 
To « \Face, } : 
Learn’d with wild forms the obelifk to grace, 
And mould the idol Godin duétile earth, 
The loom and polith’d needle took their birth, 
When doom’d to dull obfcurity no more, 
Fair Science reign’d on each furrounding thore, 
And ftretch’d her arm o’er Greece and early 
. Rome, : 
Stillin her train appear’d the labours of the 
loom. 
- When Gothic night o’erwhelm’d the chearful 
day, : 
And fculpture, painting, all neglected lay, 
And furious man, creation’s favage lord, 
Knew but the hunter’s fpear, the murd’rer’s 
{word ; 5 
Onr fofter fex embofs’d the "broider’d vett, 
In flow’ry robe the blooming hero dreft ; 
Or rang’din tap*itry’s glowing colours bright 
The mimic creits, and long embattled fight. 
Now Learning’s better fun-beam fhone anew, 
And Gothic horvors, gloomy night, withdrew; 
Again Prometheus wak’d the fenfelefs clay, 
Grace, beauty, order, leapt to fecond day. 
Mo did the manly arts its influence feel, 
The ai chas’d the hoyfewife’s humbler 
eel ; 
Kent was the aged tap’ftry from the wall; 
Exuiting genius gioried in its fall ; 
Tomonftrous fhapes, and hydra forms uncouth, 
Succeeded nature fair, angelic truth; 
Fhe arti man awoke the viGtor’s lay, 
And woman's labours crumbled in decay. 
Then Linwoop rofe, infpir’d at once to give 
The matchlefs ‘grace that bids the pi€ture live A 
With the bold air, the lovely lafting dye, 
That fills at once, and charms the wond’ring 
eyes 
_ Hail! better’Amazon, to thee belong 
The critic’s plaudits, and the poet’s fong : 
Teo thee may fame no barren laurels bring, 
» But flow ry wreaths, that bud each rifing 
{pring! EsGNS BUR TAL 

Lines on the Dg atu of a WiFE. 
(OME, penfive Melancholy; thou whe 
an thun’t 43? 
The bufy haunts of men; ’tis thee I woo. 
Come, calm the tumults of a mind difturb’d: 
hee will I cherifh as a welcome guett, 
And freely, in fome lone retreat, induige 
The gloom of grief. Unnotic’d and unknown, 
Complaints were vain, fince none can yield 
eles ; 
Yet tears may tell the fuff*rings f endure, 
And eafe that weight of woe which wounds fo 
it otdeep 
Monts. Magy No. xxx, 
_CvORTGIN AL -POETRY. 
No time cam heal. Oh! I’veifor ever bo + 
My-firft, my early, and my only love. 
Dear fource of comfort! thou art now no more; 
Thou watt the foft’ner.of my ev’ry cares 
~ My friend, my {weet companion,.and my. all. 
What can to me exiftence now endear, 
Since chearfulnefs and healthwith thee are fled, 
And peace and hope are ftrangers to my break? 
My limbs, late a¢tive and alert, refiftt ~ 
The di¢tates of my will, and trembling, fcaree 
Have pow’r to bear from earth my tott’ring 
frame. © ie : Me x 
Oh, what an effort did I lately make, 
When with diftrefs o’erwhelm’d, and anguith 
keen, Paatad! 
I gain’d th’ afcent, where refted what remain'd 
Ot her I lov’d—a folemn filence reign’d, 
And gloomy darknefs mark’d the cheerlefs 
{pot 5 
Saye througha crevice one{mall ftreaming rays 
Which glimm’ring fhone to guide me. to her 
bed. 
There once again, and once, alas! forall, | 
With weeping eyes I view’d that face and 
rorng "3 
On which, with rapture, oft Tus’d to gazes 
That face and form which fpoke a graceful 
eafe, eA 
Sweetinnocence and peace, and all thofe churms 
© female foftnefs, tendernefs, and truth, ~~ 
Which pleafe the eye, and captivate the foul. 
But now, alas! how chang’d, what ruin 
dire; 40177 
Hath in fhort time been.wrought ‘ the tyrant 
death 
Struck, and fubdu’d his prey, her. tender 
. frame, ere 
Refiftance weak could make, and down fhe 
: funk © . 
Infenfible—a viétim to his pow’r, 
Her pallid cheeks had loft that glow of health 
They late and long had worn—«clos’d were 
thofe eves 
That’ us’d fo fweet to fmile 5 fill “was that 
‘Voice Bia 
Which oft melodious charm’d the lif ning 
ears 5 
But it will charm no more, nor will her {miles 
Relieve that heart that lov’d with fond excefs. 
How much from this fad lofs I haveendur’d, 
Ye only whe ‘have lov’d like: me; :can fay. 
Could Gghs, os tears, or pray’rs, have ought 
-avail’d, ty 
She furely had notdy’d--for neverdid . 
They ceafe, eer fince the time, the felt apaing 
Profufely have the tears of forrow fluyw’d, 
Sighs have fucceeded §ghs, and pray’rs to 
ee Th 
Been breath’d—but God, who life beftow'd,. 
= pyA faue Fit rae -? biti at y ~ 
Her fate t6 change, and’ tools hér to himfelf. 
In her, religion wore its faire‘t forme. 
ae Aad 
