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date profeffor Mufzus * of Weimar, un- 
der whofe care and tuition he was edu- 
cated; that he left the Ruffian dominions 
chiefly on account of a work called « Tée 
Life of Count Benjow/ty,” written by him- 
felf, which contained many private anec- 
dotes relative to the cruelties pra&tifed by 

ORIGIN 
THE WANDERER, 
AN IDYLL. 
Prom the German of F.W. Von Goethe, author 
 \of &© Werter, Iphigenia in Tauris, Stella, 
Clavigo, &c.” 


WANDERER. 
Gop blefs you, woman, and the fucking 
child : 
Upon your befom! Here I'll fit awhile © 
Againtt the rock; and at the elm-tree’s foot 
Lay down the burden that has wearied me. 
WOMAN. 
‘What bufinefs brings you up thefe fandy paths 
During the heat of day? Have you brought 
COYSs 
Or other ware, from town to fell Vth’ country? 
You feem to fmile, good ftranger, at my 
queftion. } 
| ' WANDERER. 
T bring no city-wares about for fale. 
The evening’s very fultry. Im athirft. 
Show me, good woman, where you draw you 
water. 
WOMAN. 
Here, up thefe fteps of rock, athwart the 
thicket. 
Do you go fir; youll foon be at the hut 
That I inhabit. We've a {pring hard by it. 
WANDERER. 
Traces of man’s arranging hand are thefe! 
Thine-—’twas not liberal Nature, to unite 
Thefe blocks of marble thus— 
WOMAN. 
A-little furtheremee 
‘ WANDERER. 
A moffy architrave! Almighty Genius ! 
Even upon ftone canft thou imprint thy feal. 
WOMAN. 
A little higher yet— 

* The name of Musus is never men- 
tioned in Germany but with pleafure and 
refpe&t. His ‘* Popular Tales of the Germans” 
were tranflated into Englifh, about feven or 
eight years fince; and although the fimpli- 
city and humour of Mufeeus’s fpirit are not 
fully transfufed into the tranflation, yet 
every candid reader muft allow that the work 
poffeffes uncommen merit, and will confider 
it as an ample teftimony of the authex’s ta- 
lents and ingenuity. 
Original Poetry. 
VOTRE a Bea 
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fAug. 
order of the late emprefs of Ruffia; and 
that, foon after his arrival at Vienna,- he 
was appointed Imperial dramatift, in 
which fituation, at prefent, his merits - 
and talents meet with that reward and de- 
gree of public efteem, which he fo amply 
deferves. ; Ww 
cures 
POETRY. 

WANDERER, 
On an infcription 
Ive fet a daring foot! TO VENUS AND— 
Ye are effac’d, are wander’d hence, com- 
panions, 
Who fhould have witnefé’d to pefterity 
Your maiter’s warm devotion. 
WOMAN. - 
Do thefe ftones 
Surprize you, ftranger ? Yonder, by my hut, 
Are many more fuch ftones. 
WANDERER. 
Where, fhow me where? 
WOMAN. 
There, to the left-hand, as you quit thg 
coppice. — 
See—-liere they are. 
WANDERER. 
Ye Mufes and ye Graces! 
WOMAN. 
i 
This is my hut. 
‘WANDERER. 
The ruins of atemple! 
WOMAN, 
The fpring befide ic furnishes our water. - 
WANDERER, 
Thow hover’ft, ever-glowing, o’er thy gravey 
Immortal Genius—while thy maiterpiece’ 
Crumbles upon thee. 
WOMAN. 
Stay, Pll fetch a cup. 
WANDERER. 
~ Your flender forms divine the ivy girds, 
Ye twin-born columns, who ftill lift on highs 
A fculptur’d front amid furrounding ruim: — 
And, like thy fifters, thou too, lonely thaft, 
Veiling with dufky mofs thy facred head, 
Look’ ft down in mournful majefty upon 
The broken fall’n companions at thy feet; 
They lie with rubbih foil’d, by briars thaded, 
The tall grafs waving o’er their proftrate 
forms : : 
O Nature! canft thou thus appreciate 
Thy matterpiece’s mafterpiete ? deftroy, 
And fow with thiftles thine own fanétuary ? 
WOMAN. 
My boy is faftafleep. Hold him a minute, 
And wait beneath the poplar’s cooling fhade 
While I fetch water. Slumber on, my dar- 
io eS 
WANDERER. 
How foft his feep whom heavenly healtk 
imbathes! — 
: Bich 
