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him to be a confummate matter of all the 
knowledge, the prudence, and ithe arts of 
generalfhip. 
A literary monument has been lately 
yaifed to his memory, in an Account of his 
[Feb. 1, 
Life by Madame Von Blumenthal, whicti 
we think one of the fineft biographical 
compofitions of modern times, and from: 
which the preceding faéts are extragted. 
Poetry. 
- ORIGINAL POETRY. 
Ea 
To a LABY dreaming of the DEATH Of ber 
LINNET. 
PPRE Fairies that dance with the Moon’s 
. nightly beams, i 
And fip, with the bees, of the flowers 
dropping dew, : 
(As fabulifts fing) are the heralds of dreams, 
That break through the fhadows of flumber 
to vieWe 
A Fairy, on pinions that diftanc’d the breeze, 
Stole lately, Althea, with dreams to your 
. bed 5 
And whifper’d, like murmurs of leaves on 
the trees, 
«© My darling, alas! your poor linnet, is 
dead!” 
Alarm’d with the tale of the Fairy, you weep 
For the fongfter melodious, who warbled 
fo well ; ; ; 
And fancy, while loft in the mazes of fleep, 
You hear my fad mufe ring his funeral 
knell. 
Forbear, gentle mourner! his death to de- 
plore 5 
Yet drop, for the fake of your lover, a 
tear; 
And the bird, when the fun-beams his mufic 
" reftore, P 
Will repay you, in fongs that fhall ravihh * 
the edi, 
With jealoufy fiung, by the bird’s fweeter 
voice, s 
The Elfin, enamour’d, invented the tale: 
But hark! his foft warblinge ftill bid you 
rejoice, 
As they flow with the brook that refounds 
through the vale. 
Tavifiock. W. Evans, 
! 
FROM THE LATIN OF PONTANUS, 
AMSEL! fairer than the rofe 
That buds when vernal zephyr blows, 
And fwells in crimfon to the view, © 
When mioiftened by the morning dew; 
Come, mark with me thy emblem flower, 
When glows the fultry noon-tide hour. 
‘Come, fee how feeble, faint, and dead, . 
Jt gently bows its drooping head, 
And falls, and withers on the plain. 
Damfel! thus brief is Beauty’s reign:— 
Pafs fome few years, and age fhall trace 
His wrinkles in thy fading face: 
His touch fhall dim thy gloffy hair, 
Thy ivory teeth, thy forehead fair. « 
No ceftus, bright with gems and gold, 
Thy {welling breafts fhall then enfold 5 
No crowds of fuitors then fhall wait 
With garlands trim to deck thy gate; 
But dull and dreary o’er thy bow’r 
Shall pafs the lonely midnight hour. 
Come, then, enjoy the.vernal day, 
- And crop with me the flowers of May ; 
With filent wing Time fpeeds his flight, 
And wafts us fwift to endlefs night! 
Come, then, my fair, and whilft we prove 
The dear delights of mutual love, 
Let glowing Venus beam from far 
Our morning and our evening ftar. 
W. SHEPHERD. 
MORNING IN AUTUMN. 
Hall ! lovely pledges of a fplendid day ; 
Ye mifts, that fwell the valley’s waving 
corn 5 
And dews, that o’er the hills your gems dif- 
play, 
Rich in the vivid rays of rifing morn. 
While your delicious odours breathe around, 
Early I plunge into the fpaukling ftream 5 
And, bathing, liften to the torrent’s found, 
And autumn-birds,- that chaunt the morn- 
ing beam. 
The cock’s fhrill clarion founds the filent 
hours, i 
And wakes my fweet Althea from her bed; 
To tend her linnet, or her opening flowers, 
Flufh’d with the charms by lavith Nature 
fhed.: ,/ 
Yet far lefs winning than the magic powers _ 
Of her foft bluthing fmile of rofy red! 
Tavifiock, W. Evans. 
——— 
HYMN TO HEALTH. | 
; WNOONTIDE now glows in all its power s 
Sacred fhall be this tranquil hour, 
As though fome God were near: - 
Be mine, while lingering heats prevail, 
And filent fleeps the vagrant gale, 
To fix a temple here. 
"Yon heav’ns Riphcareine o’er my head, 
This verdant turf by Nature fpread, 
Thefe wild fweets flowering round, 
The rites prefcrib’d, oh! Health, proclaim, 
Here be thy altar, heavenly dame, 
This be thy holy ground. 
"Twas - 
