For man no more, with iron hand, \ 
Oppresses man throughovt the land3 
And God alone will guide us. 
How beautiful, with her fair heart, . 
Who of my own has more than part 3 
To share her hopes and fearing ; 
And then, the little prattlers ‘reund 
Shall lisp the days which lavour crown’d 
With prospects bright and cheering. 
Then, prithee friend! come over sea, 
And build a castle here with me, 
So grand and so romantic ; : 
And never take my word again, 
If e’er thou sigh or suffer pain,  — 
For crossing the Atlantic. 
FREDONICUS. 
ES 
ON HEARING SOME ADVICE GIVEN BY 
ONE LADY TO ANOTHER, 
“ys said, that, jealous of a name, 
We all would praise confine, 
And choose the path that leads to fame, 
In our peculiar line. 
But now, ye railers, cease to preach, 
Amanda, be it known, 
The art of pleasing wants to teach, 
And yet it is her own. 
INGARETHA. 
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IMITATION OF THE MUCH ADMIRED 
DIALOGUE EETWEEN HORACE AND 
LYDIA. 
By JAMES HORATIO RUDGE, Ese. 
HORACE. 
WVALe, Lydia, 1 was lov’d by thee, 
No youth was ever priz‘d like me ; 
Soft round thy neck, I threw my arms, 
And otten kiss’ thy snow white charms: 
More bless’d than e’en the Parthian king, 
I sweetly passed the hours of spring. 
Extracts from the Portfolio of a Man of Letters. [June ‘i 
LYDIA. 
While Lydia did thy bosony fire, 
_ And did with love thy breast inspire ; ; 
When Chloe's charms were spurn’d by thee, 
And she was not preferr’d to me: 
Attractive then was Lydia’s name, 
More priz’é than e’en the Ilian dame! 
HORACE. 
The iacae girl, by gentle art, — 
With soft’ning music rules my heart ; 
Well vere’d th’ harmonious harp to string, 
Or in melodious strains to stng ; 
Ah! for my low’d, my € ory s sake, 
The world this instant I'd forsake ! 
LYDIA. 
Catais too, my breast has fir’d, 
And all my soul with love inspir’d 3 
The Thurian youth, by magic art, 
With wanton kisses rules my heart : «a 
For him, my lov’d Catais’ sake, - 
Oh! twice the world I would forsake ! 
HORACE. 
But, ah! should Love once more invoke, 
And bind us in his brazen yoke? 
Should Horace spurn his Chloé’s charms, 
And fly once more to Lydia’s arms ? 
Should Love throw ope his gates again, 
Ah! what would say my Lydia then ? 
LYDIA. 
F’en though Catais should display, . 
More lustre than the orb of day; 
And you, my Horace,* fickle be, 
Inconstant as the _Adriatit sea; 
Still could I pass with thee my life, 
Be.e’er thy mistress, or thy wife ! 
Bigods, February 7, 1808. 
- 
* In the original cortice levior, which is 
a proverbial expression for inconstancy of 
character, and levity of disposition; in this 
sense, the poet here seems to have used it. 
Extracts from the Port-folio of a Man of Letters. 
[Communications to this Article are always thankfully received. ] 
é SE 
_- 
QUEEN ELIZABETH. 
‘N.~Percy’s Ballads, Il. p. 127, are 
printed “ Verses written by Elizabeth, 
while prisoner at Woodstock, with char- 
coal on a shutter”, 1555. They were 
preserved by Hentzner, in his. Travels. 
Fn pe gee Be Select Beauties of Antient 
‘Poetry, 2. p. 85, and in the“ Specimens 
of the Early English Poets”, printed for 
Edwards, 1790, 6yo. at p. 66, are “ Ver- 
ses by Q. Eliz. upcR Mount Zew’s de- 
parture”, beginiing 
I grieve, I dare not shew my discontent. 
The following ditty on the factions rai- 
sed by the Queen of Scots, wai prisa- 
il in England, avd printed not loug af- 
ter, if not before, the beheading that uns 
fortunate queen, was also composed by 
Elizabeth. 
The doubt of future foes 
.sent joy, 
exiles my pre- 
And wit me learns to shun such snares, as. 
threaten my annoy 5. 
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects 
faith doth ebb, 
Which would not be, ‘¢ reason ruled, or wis- 
dom weaved the web. 
But clouds of joy untried do cloak aspiring 
minds, 
Which turn to rain of late repent by course 
of changed winds 
The top of hope supposed, the root of rile 
will be, 
And fruitless all their - grafted tai, 5748 
shortly ye shall see. 
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