POSTHUMOUS FAME. WRITTEN AFTER PERUSING A PARAGRAPH RESPECT ING THE MONUMENT RECENTLY ERECTED TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS. Ir is a well-known fact, that bards have ever, Or seldom been reserved for them; and spits With good roast joints not often have been turning For them, men deem the beacon-lights of learning. Their's have been fame and flattery alone, stone! a Living, have passed unheeded through the maze Of a cold-hearted world:-their deaths once known, The titled fool hath forward pressed to raise Tombs o'er their ashes, that he thus might claim One leaf of laurel for his paltry name. Shades of the mighty dead! arise and say How much ye scorn such mockery! Ye heirs of immortality! that they, Stand To honour those whom they were wont to spurn. Match me among the Magnates of the world— Those things of splendid nothingness - bright names, Who, when the roll of glory is unfurled, Upon posterity can shew such claims As Milton, Shakspeare, Spenser. hurled Those have Some fellow despots from their thrones, their aims Still purchased but with blood; and they have made, Their worship of the shadow of a shade; But these, the Muses' sons, have toiled to gain Renown which could not profit them;-through years Of unregarded poverty and pain,— Slaves to their wild and passionate hopes and fears,- Oh! how intensely did they strive to❜ attain Fame that should be immortal; and the tears Of blood their hearts have wept, have been repaid With wreaths of laurel that can never fade! CYTHNA. The glassy splendour of her eye For it was not the light of this. WIFFEN. YES, in her eye there lived until the last, The roseate clouds of Summer's softest eve- Music's best half,-expression! She had borne, |