242 e Original Poetry. 
inftruétions ; particularly thofe on conic- 
fections, and a fmall fyftem of ethics, 
drawn up in Latin, and he always fpoke 
of Mr. Eames with high refpeét and con 
amore. Mr. afterwards the eminent Arch- 
bifhop, Secker received part of his aca- 
demical education under this learned man, 
and by him, on difcovering a difpofition 
for a freedom of thinking, which would 
have had an unfavourable afpeé&t on his 
acceptablenefs asa minifier among the 
[April 1, 
Diffenters of that day, was advifed to lay 
afide his defign of appearing in that cha- 
raéter, and to direct his attention to the 
fiudy of phyfic. Mr. Eames died fud- 
denly, June 29,1744. ‘*What a change,” 
faid Dr. Watts, who dedicated to him his 
Treatife on Geography and Aftronomy, 
‘¢ dia Mr. Eames experience! but a few - 
hours between his lecturing to his pupils, 
and his hearing the leétures of angels.” 
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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
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The WANDERER’SRETURN, By Miss Lau- 
RA SOPHIA TEMPLE, AUTHOR of HOPE’S 
INVITATION.——Sce Monthly Mag. March, 
1803. 
Wow died the night-breeze on the winding 
fhore, 
And Folly’s babbling voice was heard no 
more ; 
Calm was the hour, all nature feem’d to 
fleep, 
And filence liften’d-on the placid deep 3 
Save that, at times, a foft melodious ftrain 
Now wildly fwell’¢—now gently funk again: 
In rich vibrations, eloquently clear, 
The melting cadence ftole upon the ear. 
One lonely Wand’rer heard the plaintive fong, 
As quick fhe pafs’d with frantic fteps along. 
She ftarted, ftopp’d, then wildly wav’d her 
hand! 
And thefe fad words were borne along the 
firand :— 4 
«© Sweet founds ! again yetremble on my foul, 
And bid impetuous tides of paffion roll. 
Ah! not as once I greet ye, dulcet notes ! 
in vain to me your foft enchantment floats ! 
‘In vain the eye of Morn its brightnefs lends, 
In vain the Eve its frolic zephyr fends :-— 
For me, whom fate of ev’ry joy beguiles, 
No mufic warbles, and no beauty fmiles. 
Oh! fcenes of grandeur! Nature’s proudeft 
boat ! 
Dear well-known features of fair Devon’s 
coatt ! 
Still do your mantling graces charm the eye, 
Soft do-your fwelling gales with fragrance 
figh ; 
Rife fill your awful clifis, whofe rugged 
fides 
_ Mock the vain fury of the dafhing tides ; 
While day’s gay fov’reign, e’er he takes his 
flight, 
Darts o’er their brows a ftream of orange 
light. 
Swift do the filv’ry fails at diftance dance 
On the clear bofom of the blue expanfe ; 
And ftill the hov’ring fea-gull, perch’d on 
high, 
Gives tothe wanton gale its mournful cry. 
Ah! thus it was that Beauty’s fmiling ray 
Spread its fair luftre o’er the face of day; 
When rich in youth, and Hope’s exhauftlefs 
ftore, 
Thefeé eyes firft hail’d thee, dear romantic 
thore. 
Oh golden moments! let my mind retrace 
The foft expanfion of each blooming grace; 
Smile, lovely Friendfhip, on my raptur’d 
foul ! 
Still fcenes of happinefs ferenely roll! 
Vifions of brightnefs, glad my eager eyes! 
Dear well-known lovely ferms, arife! arife ! 
But, no: it muft not be! Soon Reafon ftarts, 
And Fancy’s fond illufive dream departs. 
Far diftant are the beauteous fhadows flown; 
Wildly I gaze '!—and find myfelf alone— 
Alone! oh word of horrors! chilling found ! 
That quickly fpreads Fate’s blackeft thades 
around, 
That furnifhes RefleGtion’s bitter food, 
And bids me view the mind’s drear foli- 
tude ; 7 
Tells me that Joy’s warm funs. have pafs’d 
away 5 
That Love has fhot its laf expiring ray. 
Yes, its foft orb has funk! quench’d is its 
light ! 
In the dark chaos of eternal night ! 
Friendlefs I roam, no fmiles my prefence 
greet 5 
No voice I hear—no kindling glance I meet. 
Ch vanifh’d {miles that mad’ning thought re- 
calls! 
Heart-thrilling voiee on mem’ry’s ear that 
falls! 
Beloved eyes! fwift meffengers of mind, 
That once fo fweetly beam’d on all man- 
kind! © ise 
Where are ye fled? Alas! your light has 
fail’d ! 
Death’s fhadowy wing your luft’rous mora 
has veil’d: 
Mute is the voice, and cold the rofy lips, 
And I am left to view the dark eclipfe. 
Why doft thou mock .me, then, enchanted 
ground > 
Why bloom the fweets of fairy-land around ? 
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