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Jn vain his earnest efforts, atmost toil,
Re-oped his sunken ese that token' dealb, Against the gushing stream and sliding soil ; Strain'd, by each short convulsive gasp for O'erwhelm'd and breatbless he was forward
E'en tho' in agony his frame was rent, Still buoyant, by the eddy's power alone,
Heon bis master seem'd alone intent: Whirl'd round the circling pool, and, with rude Each glance-each gasp-spoke more than words shock,
impartBy refluent waters driven against the rock. A silent eloqnence that smote the heart!
Dash this perceiving, sprong with all his force, And still another lingering look he castAnd dauntless plunging 'neath the torrent's A look that pain'd the more, because the last ! course,
Ah, my poor fellow!'-Woodley said, and He Woodley caught.-Dash then his strength sigh'd; applied,
Dash once more strove to lick his hand and And dragged bim quickly to the other side,
died!” Where Woodley, foating, grasp'd the rooted
sedge, Aud drew himself ahove the water's edge;
ODE ON THE ADVANTAGES OF Crept towards a sloping creek ; he could no more,
EDUCATION. For bigh and rugged stones projected o'er
LET A varice heap in mouldy store, There faint they breathed-Dasb close at Wood
The wealth of each commercial shore,
Torp from the artist's struggling hand;
Let vain hereditary greatness stand,
And proudly think the men are so, TU Woodley, grateful, haild the light of day;
Who boast encroaching acres less extent, Yet light no succour brought-removed no fear
From guilt enlarg'd, from pride reind, Dearb, lingering death-the only refuge near!"
In matter's sphere, how little can content THE DOG'S ENDEAVOURS TO SAVE HIS MASTER. Rich in itself the cultivated mind! “ Dash reach'd the quarry, breathless and in Not Forinne's ever veering tide, pain,
To Woe or Happiness the guide Obliged to crawl, ere he its edge could gain : Of vulgar souls, has power to sway Şoon as perceived, he let the wallet drop,
Fair Education from her settled way. 12 And Woodley caught it-Dash lay faint at top! Her songs wake summer look more bright Woodley, at this alarm’d, laid down the food; Enhance the day, illume the pight, He saw Dash gasping—and observ'd some Serene the tempests frown; blood.
Give heroes who their country save What grief oppressid his heart, ab, pause, and
More firmness, verging on the grave, think!
| Than tyrants
on dowá. His faithful dog be saw exhausted sink!
Or should discontent arise," Exhausted by a fond, an eager strife,
Stolen from the gloomy vale of sighs, An ardent zeal to save his master's life!
Where tangled Care depresses bovers, Alas, that master found those efforts rain, And sulphı'rous Eovy blasts the flowers, And every kind endeavour end in pain!
Wbile troubled streains in marmurs glide; Gaugr, the exciseman, as he passid that way, And boding birds the blossoms hide; (His walk, as we have said, at early day). She lifts the magie of her lyre, First noticed Dash--the dog he long bad known; That bids ib'involuntary fiend retire, And next saw Woodley—just as we have Far from the bounds of Wisdom's school, shown.
To fret the madding King, or conqu’riug food To succour Woodley, Gauge his skill applied,
Where'er the slowly dripping rill,
In mossy caves, or down a hill,
Rolls its meand'ring tide; .
Where'er the willow waves its shade,
Kindly for masing minds display'd,
The valley's arching pride! Caurious he turn'd the faithful creature o’er,
She loves to rest, and uobly tbink,
What raises man, and what can sink
The candidate for fame;
She finds on 'actions all depends,
Tbat only virtae lustre tends, Daslı, from remembrance of each kind com
And vice inherits shame. mand,
But, oh! what tears can tell In pure affection lick'd his master's hand; (Exhausting Aganippe's wem
What ambition, malice, riot,
Ande'en in humble bome,
Of space's ample dome :
THE WATER MELON. 'Twas noon, and the reapers repos'd on the bank
Where our rural repast had been spread, Beside us meander'd the rill where we drank,
And the greeu willows wav'd over head; Lucinda, the queen of our rustical treat,
With smiles, like the season, auspicious, Had render'd the scene and the banquet more
sweet But oh! the desert was delicions! A melon, the sweetest that loaded the vine,
The kind-hearted damsel had brought; Its crimson core teen'd with the richest of wine,
“ How much like her kisses !"-I thought. And I said, as its nectarous juices I quaff'd,
“ How Fain are the joys of the vicious! “ No tropical fruit ever furnished a draught
“ So innocent, pore, and delicious, *** In the seeds which enbellished this red juicy
core, « An emblem of life we may view ; « For human enjoyinents are thus sprinkled o'er
“ With specks of ani ebony hue. “ But if we are wise to discurd from the mind,
“ Ev'ry thought and affection that's vicious, “ Like the secd-speckled core of the melon, we'lt
find “ Each innocent pleasure delicious."
TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF SIR
SURBLY the world, in these degenerate times,
With every sad elapsi ng year grows worse! Tbe noblest spirits, sickening' o'er its crimes,
Seem anxious to escape the general curse os tov ! Sad is the omen-terrible the thought, That those who best might teach their fellow
men, No longer can by hopes or fears be brought,
To bear the weight of threescore years and
PROM MOORE'S NATIONAL MELODIES. Those evening bells, those evening bells, How many a tale their mosie tells, Of youth and home, and that sweet time Since last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyons hours are pass'd away, And many a friend that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone, That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing thy praise, sweet evening bells!
O! that some spirit from on bigh would deiga
Our ever-restless passions to control; Whose tranquillizing influence might restrain
This fearful emigration of the soul! O'er fallen Romilly's untimely urn,
Dumb be detraction banished party rage ; While all whose hearts can feel, in union mourn
The patriot senator--the active sage. Not his th'.inglorious course that seeks renown
la faction's trammels, Jured, by rank or place; The mighty genius be might boast his own, - Aspired to plead for all the human race. Him future ages shall proclaim their friend, Who raised his voice in unborn millions'
cause, Impatient to abolish or amend
Useless, or obsolete, or barbarous laws. Nor vain his efforts, Britain's sons all know,
The benefits they own will still renew His praise, while mingling tears of joy and woe
Shall pay the debt of gratitude his due. Peace to his manes!-Errors he might bare,
As all the purest bave in every clime; These sball with him be buried in the grave
His virtues shall survive the reiga of Time,
THE DEAD SOLDIER. FROM THB GERMAN OF LAVATER.
HB sleeps! The hour of mortal pain
And warrior pride alike are past, His blood is uningling with the rain,
His cheeks are withering in the blasi. This morn there was a bright hue there,
"The Aush of courage stern and high ; The steel has drained its current clear,
The storm has bleached its galfant dye. This morn these icy hauds were warm,
That lid half shewing the glaz’d ball, Was liic--thou chill and clay-faced form, Is this the ope we lor'd: This all
Woman away and weep no more,
O'er whom mildly he mov'd with such dignified Can the dead give you love for love
splendor, Cau the grave hear? His course was o'er,
That envy was won to the feeling of love.' The spirit wing'd its way above.
That mind which cou'd scatter the darkness proWilt thou for dust and ashes weep?
foundest; Away; thy husband lies not here.
Which blaz'd amid sans with a sovereign ray; Look to yon heaven! If love is deep
W bose towerings, wbose orbit do limit e'er On earth'tis tenfold deeper there.
bounded, Has shed its last light! fled for ever away!
O reason! of all man's distinctions the proudest, ORIGINAL POETRY.
How frail is thy tenure when feeling com,
The deep voice of nature is ever the loudest, STANZAS
And reason resigns what affection demands. On hearing a Lady sing“ Angels ever bright and He has burst from the clay that but shackl’d his fair."
spirit, ANGELS ever fair and bright,
'Twas a moment of darkness, but pass'd is the As ye wave your wings of light,
gloom; Viewless spirits deign to hear
He has soar'd to the bliss he was form'd to inherit,
And left bis bright mem'rg the world to illume.
BY MRS. MʻMULLAN.
AWAKE no sigh, record no pain,
But sound the lyre's convivial straiu,
And summon all the smiling train
To hail this blissful ear.
To care a truce-to grief a pause,
To friendship fill the sparkling vase,
And write in mem'ry's code of laws
What sages may believe.
That whatsoe'er the schools reveal,
There's not one pang pure hearts may feel, LINES
Which love and friendship cannot heal,
And music sooth to peace.
Affection asks not fordly hall,
Whilst faithful love can joys recall
Till time's swift sands may cease.
Thongh keen distrust bid misers fear
To let their shining stores appear-
Though eyes that ne'er knew feeling's tear
Demand their selfish joys. Could not the charms that rose smiling to meet Though cold hypocrisy pretends thee
To hail ber dear five hundred friends,
And many a gilded placard sends,
And sports her thousand toys.
Go, search the records of the heart,
Go, trace what scenes true bliss impart,
Extend the view, observe the chart,
Life's shadows to beguile.
The board where social virtues meet, Her beam was withdrawn, and it shrouded that The bearth where kindred friendly greet grandeur
'Tis there that happiness complete Which aw'd the still millions he tower'd above, Bestows ber rapt'rous smile.