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Explor’d the orbs that fill_yon spacious round, 
And dared to venture into night profound ; 
Who soaring on, with more than mortal 
flight, 
Stood tott’ring o’er the boundless infinite ! 
Now, while I gaze, perchance thy glorious 
shade 
Rides thro’ the worlds thy own conceptions 
made 3 A 
Perchance now piercing past the realms of 
light, 
Sees other suns illume the depths‘of night, 
And sees, though great as was thy wisdom 
here, : ; 
Unthought- of science in thy wanderings 
there. 
Cuarves Locx EAsTLAKkE. 
Plymouth, Fuly 1808. 
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STANZAS, 
MOTHER, ON THE 
AT WORTHING, 
WRITTEN BY A 
DEATH OF HER SON, 
MAY 17, 1805. 
ND has the Darling I have nurs’d, 
The Child my breast supported, 
Been given to the cold, damp dust, 
Where worms have round him sported ? 
Can I still live ! and bear this horrid thought ? 
Spare, Oh my God! the feelings thou hast 
given 3 
Send to this aching breast a Lethean draught, 
Or, oh! in pity, call my soul to heav’n! 
Sweet Babe! upon thy lovely face 
Sits innocence and peace : 
Though from thy cheek the blood has fled, 
And death usurps his pow’r, 
Still to thy Mother’s heart thou’rt dear, 
As when in happier hour 
She clasp’d thee to her joyful breast, 
And pray’d that Fortune on thy head 
Her choicest gifts might show’r. 
Yes, my sweet Babe, I saw thee die! 
I saw thy beauteous spirit fly ! 
For sbelter to the skies : 
In some bright star I see thee still, 
And patient wait th’ Almighty’s will, 
To hail thee as I rise. 
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IMPROMPTU. 
ON READING LINES ‘ON THE DEATH OF 
MRS PROFESSOR PORSON, BY THE REV. 
JAMES RUDGE.” 
PORSON, among the ‘ wise and best!” 
With them he surely could not rest; 
The good he laugh’d at all his life, 
- And with the learned liv'd in -strife. 
t ge He > 
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ON MISS SARAH J———, AGED NEARLY 16. 
SUPERIOR sense, and angel virtue shone 
In her who rests beneath this sable stone. 
Beneath ?—ah! 
lies 
no—beneath this marble 
But a clay form, Death’s undisputed prize. 
re 
Original Poeiry. 
[July 1,5 
She, Mourner, whom thou deem’st impri- 
son’d here, 
Ranges with cherub-wing a distant sphere 3 
Seek not the living *midst the mould’ring 
dead, * 
-But take the path thy sainted sister led 5 
On Faith’s aspiring plume perpetual rise, 
Nor dream thy Sarah dwells—below the skies, 
Warminster. Mary. 
SES 
For the Monthly Magazine. 
Aberdeen, May 13, 1809. 
The following was communicated to me ty 
Old Paterson, the painter, who, with cis 
sons, lives on the Shore Leith, and may be 
depended on as strictly true. $. Aaderscn. 
[The late Robert Burns, in the year 1789, 
having occasion to visit Kirkaldy, crossed 
the Frith of Forth from Leith, and arrived 
at the New Inn, where he ordered dinner 
and a bottle of beer; soon after he rang the 
bell, and asked the waiter his demand. 
On being told 18d. he reluctantly threw it 
on the table; and the waiter thanking him, 
left the room. Immediately after, Burns 
took out his pencil, and wroteon one of 
the window-shatters the following—] 
TOPP’D at this house, and, as Pm a 
sinner, 
They’ve charged me eighteen-pence for dins 
ner 5 ’ 
But shou’d I come again this road, 
I'll not dine here, so help me; G—d, 
—— 
TO HOPE. 
(OME, sweetly soothing Hope! for thou 
canst raise ; 
Each blissful image in the human breast; 
Canst calm the anguish’d mourner’s troubled 
days, 
And lull the worn-out sufferer to rest. 
Oh! thou hast been my guide for many a 
day, 
When childhood’s simple, untaught state 
prov’d; 
Thou wert the bless’d companion of my way, 
As through each labyrinth of life [ rov’d. 
Oh, leave me not, as I in life advance, 
But still thy visions sweet to me display ; 
And as the heav’nly phantoms round me 
dance, 
_ Ease my foreboding heart of dread dismay, 
Oh! linger with me in the midnight hour, - 
And Fancy aid, when wearied 1 repose ; 
As thou wert wont, oh, ever pleasing power! 
Drown ev’ry sense of life’s distressful woes. 
But not to me, oh, sweet enchanting Hope! 
Thy vivifying pow’r alone extend, 
Sooth ev’ry bosom left with life to cope,.. 
For much does man require so bless’d a 
friend 3 2 base 
* Luke xxiv. 5. 
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