1798. ] 
‘ Bleft infant—born amid antiquity’s 
Sacred remairts—eon thee her fpirit reft! 
Whom that environs he in godlike blifs 
Each hour enjoys. Unfold, thou {welling 
gem, 
Under the mild beam of a vernal fun 
Outfhining all thy fellows ; and, whene’er 
The filken-hufk of bloffoms félls, appear 
A blooming fruit, and ripen to the fummer. 
WOMAN. 
God blef§ him, does he’ tleep? I have but 
this, 
A homely cruft to offer you to eat 
With the cool draught I bring. 
WANDEKER. 
I thank you much. 
How green and lively look the plants about us! 
WOMAN. 
Ere long my hufband will return from labor, 
Stay and partake with us our evening loaf. 
WANDERER. i 
’Tis here you dwell ? 
WOMAN. 
Yes, in thefe very walls. 
My father built our cottage up himfelf, 
Of tiles and ftones he found among the ruins 5 
Here we all dwelt». He gave me toa plough- 
‘1. rats ; 
And died within our arms. Hope of my life, 
My darling, fee how playful ’tis; he {miles. 
WANDERER. 
All bounteous Nature, ever teeming mother, 
Thou haft created all untoenjoyment ; 
Likea good parent furnith’d all thy children 
With one inheritance—a hut, a home. 
High on the architrave the {wallow builds, 
Unconfcious of the beauties fhe beclays ;- 
The golden bud with webs the grub figures” 
To form a winter-dwelling for her offspring : 
And thou, O Man, between antiquity’s 
Sublimeft remnants patcheft up a cot— 
Art happy umong tombs. Farewell, kind 
woman. > 
WOMAN. 
You will not ftay? 
WANDERER. 
God biefs ycu and your child } 
WOMAN. 
Good journey to you. 
WANDERER. 
Whither leads the road 
Acrofs yon mountain ? 
WOMAN. 
That’s the way to Cuma. 
WANDERER, 
How far may’t be ? 
WOMAN. 
About three’ miles. 
WANDERER. 
Farewell ! 
Nature, be thou conduttrefs of my way, 
Guide the unufual path that I have chofen 
Among the hallow’d graves of mighty dead, 
And mouldering monuments of ages gone; 
Then to a home direét thy Sanders ftep, 
To fome afylum, from the north wind fafe, 
And with a platane grove to thade thé noon, 
Monruriy Mac. No. xxxv. 
Original Poetry. 
ya 
Where, when his evening fteps the hut re- 
vifit, 
A wife like this may clafp him in ee arms y 
The nurfling fmiling at her happy breaft. 
a : 
ADDITIONAL LiNnEs af CULTIVATION. 
(Continued from Nov. 1796. ) 
Addrefed to Sir Joun SINcrarr. 
By Agr. Witkinson, M. D. 
LT not Britannia’s fons ‘ignoble deem 
The tafk that fows the corn, or guides 
the team, 
That watches anxious o’er the rifing grain, 
And clothes with fertile crops the barren 
plain; 
See Cincinnatus’ from his farm retire 
To guard his country, and her troops infpire. 
And while the well-carn’d laurel fhades his 
brow, 
Behold him anxious feek his fav’rite Hieaeh. 
Not Cefar, thron’d on his triumphal car, 
*Circled with captive kings, and fpoils of wary 
in fair renown could higher rank obtain 
Than Cincinnatus ’midft his ruftic train. 
Oh, how much happier is the peafant’s lot, 
Who breathes pure air, and tills fome fertile 
{pot, 
Than his whofe daily tafk the mine explores, 
Where cavern d mountains hold Peruvian ores 5 
Diftant, far diftant from his native foil, - — 
His paliied limbs refufe their wonted tort. 
On the damp earth the fick’ning captive lies, 
He groans unpitied, and negleéted: dies ; 
Over his pale gece no tears of love are fhed, 
No pious care inters the valued dead. 
His cold remains confign’d to beafts of preyty 
A mangled carcafe, meet the eye of day. 
There no bright fun expels eternal gloom, 
There ghaftly fpeétres move inone vaft tomb. 
Oh, break their os thou who heareft 
prayer, 
And grant to human beings wital air. 
‘Hail heppy ifle, where temp’rate breez@® 
blow, 
And early fpring difolves the frozen fhow ; 
Where me!lowing frofts the well. turn’d glebe 
prepare 5 
And fruitful feafons eafe the peafant § care § 
7 ea ie dark’ning ftorms {weep o’er thy fer= 
tile plain, 
F’en froft and fhow the rifing corn fuftain. 
Chill’d by the blaft, the noxious infeéts die, 
And the rude tempeft chears th’ invading 
fly. 
Oh! think on Labradore’s bleak icy fhore ! 
How the poor Indian hoards his fcanty ftore, 
Watches with anxious eye through driited 
fnow, 
The famifh’d wolf, or hunts the bounding 
roe 5 
Roams o’er the frozen fea by hunger bold, 
Springs on the bear, nor heeds the chilling 
cold; 
Unfriendly climate ! through whofe fir pain 
fkies 
The flying birJ arrefted, drops and dies.. 
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