Original . Poetry, by Mr. Sur. 
Yield, flender Bat Taw! thy {peck of death, 
And neftle in a bofom of defpair!* 
Ye Locusts! failing through the darken’ d 
fies, . 
Whofe rufhing clouds a torrent’s fall anny 
Ye faithful meffengers of fate! arife, 
And pour your INSTANT-DESOLATION. 
round. fT 
Behold th’ unfhadow’d land, the burning 
_ plain 5 
_ The bitter wave delirioufly I tafte ;f 
From Earth to Heawn, the PILLAR’D 
SANDs attain, 
They move, and HoRROR TRAVELS 
through the watte.§ 
T laugh when Suns their torrid anger fend, 
And my blood drops—a red flow’r on the 
thorn! 
Patient too long, to each feducing friend, 
‘Iam a NAKED sworp—the fheath is 
worn |j ! 

ftin€& even teaches the brutes to incline their 
heads to the ground, on thefe occafions.” 
Niebubr’s Travels in Arabia. 
* ¢© In Arabia the only formidable ferpent 
is the BartTan, @ fmail creature, {potted 
black and white; its bite is infant death; and 
the dead body is fwelled by the poifon ina 
Very extraordinary manner.” 
+ Thefwarms of thefe Locusts darkenthe 
air, and appear at a diftance like clouds. of 
fmoke. The noife they make in flying is 
frightful and ftunning like that of a water-fail. 
When fuch a fwarm falls upon a field, it is 
woaficd, and-defpoiled of its verdure. 
¢ Onc of the fuffetings of a traveller in the 
defert, is, when the thirtt rages almoft to 
madnefs, and a well is difcovered, the waters 
are often too bitter to be drank. Collins, in his 
Oriental Eclogues, omitted, or knew not, this 
aggravation of forrow—his Camel-driver fays, 
Bethink thee, Haffan, where fhall Tuirst 
affuage 
When fails this cruife, his unrelenting rage. 
§ Bruce, in the defert, has afforded a very 
fublime defcription of ‘¢ a number of prodigi- 
ous pillars of fand, at times mowmg with great 
celerity, at others ftalking on with a majeftic 
fternnefs. Their tops reaching the very clouds— 
Our people became defperate. 
nounced it to be hell, the Tucororiesthat the 
world was on fire, and the Greeks fhrieking 
faid it was the Day of Judgment.”’—Thefe 
moving pillars of fand purfued the travellers 
fometimes in bodies. Nature has rarely fur- 
nifhed an objeét more terrific and fublime. 
Milton wanted fuch a living imaye of human 
deftruction, 
| ** Far removed from friends, poor and 
folitary, 
Like a naked {word, without a fheath.” 
Richardfer’ s Arabic Grammar. 
Ifmael pro- 
369 
LINES 
\Addrefjed to a Friend on bis Marriage. 
By T..S. Surr.- 
O pour pees confolation o’er the foul, . 
When ficknefs faddens, and when gtiefs 
controul 5 
To foothe the sasaite of a forrowing heart, 
O gen’rous friendthip, is thy nobler part ! 
Whofe chearing {miles beam round ailliction’s 
bed, 
When fun-fhine parafites avert the head. 
Yet is not friendfhip fad—but joyous glows 
At ew ry boon a brighter fate beftows ; 
Exults to view profperity defcend, 
And thares each rapture that infpires a friend 
Gothen, my mufe, and let thine artlefs lay 
Tell the delights that in my bofom play 3 
The joy fincere that animates my breatt, 
Whilit my heart whifpers, that, my friend i¢ 
ole ft. 
When in imagination I furvey, 
All {pace illumin’d by the folar ray, 
And gaze with all the vigour of the mind, 
In fearch of happinefs I feldom find 5 
Sometimes I catch a glimpfe of her fair face, 
Sometimes hier fleeting, fairy ftootfteps tracey, 
Till foon th’ enchanting vifion difappears, 
Obfcur’d by crimes, by forrows, or by fears. 
Ne’er did I meet her in the gilded halls, 3 
Where mimick pleafure holds her nightly: 
balls; 
Ne’er caught her lif?’ning to the eer loud 
wears 
Of midnight revelry, where reafon reels ; 
Ne’er trac’d her footfteps on the crimfon 
plain, 
Where mad ambition counts its thoufands 
flain ; ; 
Nor e’er beheld hop avirice, at thy door, / 
With all thy riches, pooreft of the poor!” 
Such haunts, fhe fhuns—nor ever deigns te 
*, fray, 
Save where her parent, NATE, points the 
way. 
Shuns-the high road of folly, noife, and ftrife, 
Seeks the {mooth paths of calm, doméftic 
life. 
There. oft fhe tarries—there fhe cee to ‘oft, 
Where fond embraces warm -the . conftaa 
breaft. 
Such happinefs is **#s—and may the pow’r 
That gave, preferve it to his lateft hour. 
From the blefs’d fpot, he e’er may call his 
home, 
May no ambition tempt his heart to roam ! 
May the word ** nome,” with magic found 
impart 
A fpell to warm, or tranquillize his heart!’ 
Inher he loves, may he for ever trace © 
Some new-found: ch arm—fome undifcover’4 
graces 
Blesine and blefs’d, may Hymien’s fetters 
“prove, 
The willing bondage of nuTine love. 
3B2 ARLETIES, 
