1806.1 
The latter, 
verfe’, was an 
The epigrams 
as appears from the latt 
infcription on a cenotaph. 
of this particular defcrip- 
tion on great and celebrated charaCcters 
are numerous, and not all of great merit, 
but they well deferve that a good felection 
fhould be made of them; and I fhall ac- 
cordingly venture to prefent a few in a 
paper which I propofe to devote to the 
patriotic epigrams of Greece. Several 
others are, in the more general fenfe of 
the word, truly epigrammatic: for thefe 
alfo I fhall find a place in fome future 
Number. 
The truth is, that in their thoughts 
and reflections on death, mankind have 
ever had in view fome idea of a con{ciou!- 
nefs that remains and lingers round the 
‘¢ pleafing, anxious” folicitudes and fcenes 
of life. They have ever imagined to 
themfelves a fpirit after death, that bufied 
itfelf in protecting the fame and charac- 
ter of their lives, that was yet alive ta 
{lights or honours paid to the groffer and 
earthy parts. And the delicate Tibullus 
fuifers himfelf te be fo far led away by 
thefe ideas, that he has prefcribed the 
very mode of burial, and named the very 
perlons whom he wifhes to appear as 
mourners over his funeral. The whole 
elegy is full of tendernefs : I venture to 
tranflate it. 
From Tibullus, Book 3, Elegy 2. 
Cruel the man that laboured to divide 
The you'h and maid by tender love allied ; 
And hard was he, who could the theft for- 
give, 
Bear with his forrow, and endure to live. 
Abfence from her in vain I try tobrave : 
T yield, and grief configns me to the grave, 
And when a flender fhade I fhall afpire 
From mouldering embers and the funeral 
RVC, 
May fad Nezra to my pile repair 
With tears, (how precious!) and unbraided 
hair, 
Mix’d with a mother’s fighs her forrow 
pour, 
And onea huiband, onea child deplore. 
With words of fond regret and broken figh, 
Pleafe the poor fhade that hovering. lingers 
nigh, 
With pious rites my cherith’d bones adorn, 
The laft fad remnant of the youth they 
mourn, 
Nor grudge my thirfting afhes to enthrine 
With pureft milk bedew’d, and purple wine, 
And dry the fhower by fond affeétion thed, 
Or ere they place them in their marble bed. 
In that fad houfe, may every fragrance 
ftor’d 
That warm Affyria’s perfum’d meads afford, 
bervations during a Tour in the Unitea States. 
of & 
that branch. 
4a. 
And grief from Memory’s tearful fount that 
flows, 
Seothe my charm’d fpirit, and my bones 
compofe, 
But on my tomb, befide the public way, 
May fome memorial to the ftranger fay, 
‘© Here Albius fleeps ; a prey to grief he fell, 
‘6 Deferted by the maid he lov’dtoo well.” 
NarRva, 
(To be continued.) 
To the Editor of the Monthly Magazines 
SIR, | 
NO. IV. 
ROCEEDING in the mail from Fre- 
deric- Town, we foon arrived at the 
foot of the South Mountain, the firft of 
thofe hilly ridges which at a diftance are 
known by the common term of Blue or 
Alleghany Mountains. The firft appel- 
Jation is confequent on the blueifh hue 
which conftantly attaches itfelf to their 
fummits ; the latter from the great, or 
as it is fometimes called, the Mothers 
Mountain, the Devil’s Spine, the Backe 
Bone of the United States, the Alleghany. 
The afcent of the South Mountain com— 
mences about fix miles from Frederic ; it 
is not either very high or fteep, although 
the road is pretty rugged ; it is about five 
miles acrois. After crofling it, we en~ 
tered one of the moft produétive vallies of 
Eaftern America. It lies between the 
South and North Mountain, and being 
watered by the Conegocheague branch of 
the Potomak, is called after the name of 
It is feven miles from Fre- 
deric to Middle Town, which is a neat 
pretty village, and eleven from Middle 
‘Town to Boonfboro” ;_ this is alfo a pretty 
village of about one hundred houfes, 
where we flept on the firft night of our 
journey. The road from Frederic pafles 
through a very beautiful country, and, 
after crofiirz the South Mountain, affords 
many fublime views, and much majeftic 
{cenery. ‘The lands in this valley were 
richly covered with wheat. On the eaft 
fide of the South Mountain appearances 
befpoke a crop of from about fixteen to 
twenty bufhels an acre ; but on the weft 
fide the happy cultivator calculated upon 
from twenty to twenty-five. Englith far- 
mers may be apt to condemn a {oil which 
produces no more, but he mutt take into 
the account the nember of trees which 
having been girdled and their tops remoy- 
ed, yet have their roots and. about three 
feet of their ftems ftanding, near to which 
the plough cannot at prefent approach. 
Thee filumps, and the ugly fnake-fence, 
i Ay ed! tend 
