ON THE MARRIAGE OF COL. ELLIOT
AND MISS LETTSOM.
TRIKE! loudly strike the Lyric
ftring,

STR

To bridal Love devote the fong;
Let every Mufe a garland bring,

And Joy the feftive note prolong.
To beauteous LETTSCM*, young as fair,
Soft as her manners pour the warbled lay;
A nobler, bolder strain prepare, [day!
To hail brave ELLIOT † on his nuptial
Mirth airy child of young Delight,

And Fancy, eldest born of Jove,
Hafte at the Syren eall of Love;
And now, while Health and Youth unite,

And Nature wears her lovelieft fmile,
With dance and fong the hours beguile
TO BEAUTY in its loveliest prime,

TO WORTH in radiant armour bright,
That burns in Britain's caufe to fight,
Swell the loud fymphonics fublime!
In Camberwell's delightful Grove proclaim
That Love and Valour blend their spotlefs
flame.

Ye blooming Nymphs and happy Swains
Hafte to yon bower where Pleafore reigns,
And while, with meafur'd fteps, ye move
Through the green mazes of the Grove,
With laurels bind the Bridegroom's brow,
Eternal as the nuptial vow;

And wreaths of fweeteft flowers prepare
For lov'd ELIZA's auburn hair.
Let odours, from Arabian vales,
Breathe gently on the balmy gáles,
And not a found in Æther float,
Save the foft Dove's enamour'd note,
Till the bright star of Ev❜ning rife
Aufpicious to the Lover's fighs;
And Cynthia, with her paler fire,
Warn lingering Beauty to retire.

*Of Grove-hill, Camberwell.

+ Colonel of the Westminster Volunteer Cavalry.

phyr flings

A balmy incenfe from his dewy wings;
The hoary head-land's dim, retu'd height,
The diftant promontory's fading light;"
The last pale beam, when Nature finkstoreft,
That flowly lingers on the Ocean's breast.
While to thy vifion Fancy's art fupplies
A world of tints unfeen of vulgar eyes.'
Charm'd by thy shell, mute crowds fhall ga-
ther round,
[found,

And fmile and tremble at the alternate
As through each maze thy winding num-
bers rove,
[love,
Now fing the blif, and now the pangs, of
Or, as thy big infpirings wildly roll,
A martial tempeft to the fevered Soul."

So fang the Parent Mufe. The youth re

tains [ftrains. The treafur'd memory of her cheering Long o'er his head, in ever-changeful dyes, Dreams of foft hope and pleafing cares arife.

Deluded boy! whofe generous aims afpire To catch the glories of the deathlefs lyre, Hid 'midft the blooms, where Fancy weaves wather wreath,

Pride

The lurking adder twines his folds beneath. Survey the world, yet to thy vision new, And tear the veil that fhrouds it to thy view; See where meek Flattery pays to fwelling [ny'd; The unearn'd meed to ftarving Worth de Go, call Sufpicion to thy throbbing breast, And wear her mail within thy folded veft. Go join the cringing, gaping crowds that wait,

In lingering levees, at Preferment's gate. The fhort blooms fade, that to thy cheated fenfe [penfe ; Their rofeate tints and healing fweets dif The rays that warm'd their items shall shine no more,

And all is drear where Edens blufh'd before. The pleasant dreams that lull'd thy youthful

hours

In halls of gladness and in fammer bowers, In clouds of forrow (peed difpers'd away, And ambush'd Penury marks thee for her prey.

So, newly launch'd, while loud the rebeck founds,

On the white ftream the gallant veffel bounds. [below

The ftreamers Ay. The white-topp'd foam Enamour'd plays around her stately prow. The unconfcious helmfman courts the fayouring gale

That whispers flattery to the filken fail.

ODE

OR HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY,
JUNE 4, 1802.

Written extempore by THOMAS MOOKE Efq.
Poet Laureat of helard pro Tempore.

HERE is now the fmile hat light

W Ev'ry hero's couch of reft ? [en'd

Where is now the hope that brighten'd

Honour's eye and Pity's breaft ? Have we loft the wreath we braided

For our weary warrior men? Is the faithlefs olive faded?

Muft the bay be pluck'd again ? Paffing hour of funny weather!

Lovely in your light, the while
Peace and Glory, wed together,

Wander'd through our fairy ifle!
And the eyes of Peace would gliften,
Dewy as a morning fun,

When the timid Maid would liften.
To the deeds her Chief had done!

Is the hour of dalliance over 2

Must the maiden's trembling feet
Waft her from her warlike lover,

To the defart's ftill retreat?
Fare you well! with fighs we banish
Nymph fo fair and guest so bright;
Yet, the fmile with which you vanish
Leaves behind a foothing light I
Soothing light, that long fhall sparkle

O'er your warrior's fanguine way,
Through the field, where horrors darkle,
Shedding Hope's confoling ray!

Long the fmile his heart will cherish,

To its abfent idol true;
While around him myriads perith,

Glory ftill will figh for you!
Secred chain from Heav'n defcended,

Chain! that Britain calls her own,
Which, by fetters pure and fplendid,

Bind'ft a people to the throne !
Bleft we hail the morn, that, shining
Fair and welcome from above,

To the ties fo foftly twining,

Adds another link of love!

Brightly may the chain be lengthen'd
Through the lapfe of future hours,
When, the links by glory ftrengthen'd,
Peace again fhall deck with flow'rs!

All Sects, however varying,

Refpecting bis dominion,
Quaker, Churchman, Prefbyterian,
And that opinion will be fhewn
Now hold but one opinion:

If e'er t'affail her fea-girt throne
By many a vengeful blow,

Shall dare BRITANNIA'S foe.
Thofe whom the ufeful labours

Of Hufbandry employ,
Will turn their fhares to fabres,
The robbers to deftroy:
Whilft Reapers, Mowers, Rakers,
Collected in a band,

Will cut them down by aeres,

As fait as they can land.
The Carpenter and Weaver,
Forfaking faw and loom,
Will use their whole endeavour

To feal the Invader's doom:
The Whitefmith, Blackfmith, Nailor
Will fally from the forge-
Nay, ev'n the very Tailor

Fight like a man for GEORGE.
The Merchant and the Banker

Will likewife play their part,
For, Trade is our Sheet-anchor,

And all the World our Mart.
Yes!" Shopkeepers," whom they defpife
Who bave no Shops at all,
Will foon the infolence chaftifo

Of thofe proud Slaves of Gaul.
Then hatte, ye flow Invaders!

And bring your scheme to bear, For, we induftrious Traders

Have little time to fpare:

Send out your brigs, boats, fchuyts, and Nor longer keep in fconce; [praams,

And thould the Crews at Sea take qualms, We'll fettle them at once.

HAFIZ.

EPITAPH ON MRS. WILLIAM GREAVES, OF DERBYSHIRE.

BY DR. H. W. TYTLER.

HE best of friends, of mothers, and of wives,

THER

This marble fadly tell, no more furvives, Good, gentle GREAVES. Alas! the dreadful doom

Of that first woman gave her to the tomb.
In bloom of youth, in Beauty's faireft pride,
Adorn'd with innocence and truth, she'dy'd.
Yet two lov'd infants live, their fire to blefs,
And all their mother's virtues to poffefs,
Whofe mortal part to kindred earth is giv❜n,
Her foul to joys ineffable in heav'n;
Nor to the realms of blifs was e'er convey'd,
By hands of angels, a more welcome Thade.
On her green grave shall brightest rofesblow,
Tears from the fkies in balmy dew-drops

flow;

THE SILK-WORM.

Whofe patriot zeal and uncorrupted mind

Indiant clims Wildon elevated Mana

Ere Fashion's gaieties ufurp'd the mind,
By hneft induftry alone refin'd,
Simple in drefs, that little would fuffice
That fav'd his person from inclement skies.

And whilft, extending defalation far, Ambition fpreads the baleful flames of war, Fearless of ame, and eloquent to fave, 'Twas HE-'twas Fox-the warning counfel gave! [of BLOOD, Midft jarring conflicts ftemm'd the TIDE And to the menac'd world a SEA-MARK ftood! [vail'd, Oh I had his voice in MERCY'S CAUSE preWhat GRATEFUL MILLIONS had the STATESMAN hail'd! [ceafe, Whofe wisnoм hade the broils of nations

school,

Amidst society—is but a fool !

Hence to the humble Silk-worm Fashions

Owe

A fource from whence its elegancies flow;
And if the Mind but curforily views
What varied beauties all its works diffufe,
Can we but venerate Creation's plan,
And feriously confider what is Man?

PRACE 1

STANZAS

Within the limits of a fordid mind,

Confcious means whence bleffings might

pays;

Where in gradation wills the task affign'd, Nor aught diflatisfied, nor aught repin'd? Yet Man, for whom all Nature theds her Ato e,

Boafting of reason, does he e'er do more? Does he, according to th' Almighty will, The proper duties of his ftation fill? Does he relieve the orphan and oppreft? Does fympathetic pity melt his breast?

Be filent then the moral leffon fcan; Tis mind alone which conftitutes the man. In this, indeed, he differs from the beaft; In this deficient, man becomes the least. Wifdom muft dignify and grace the whole, Or man's a mere machine-with out a foul. For fuch thall Virtue wave her radiant prize, [skie. And waft their names triumphant to the Royal Artillery, Woolwich. MEDICUS.

FOSTER, on his reported Appointment to the Chancellor fhip of the Irish Exchequer *, &c.

O thee, her long-tried, fteady, faith

Tful friend,

extend,

[eyes; FOSTER! Ireland turns her grateful While, by thy care, fair Culture's bounds [plies. And fmiling Labour reaps increas'd fupThy patriot foul had long beheld, with pain, Her fruitful means by niggard laws con

fin'd; i

Thy geoins, to remove th' illiberal chain,

A wife, effectual, noble plan defign'd †. Nor lefs thy warm regard and anxious zeal Her rifing manufactures likewife own; Thy grateful debtors are the loom and wheel, [Thewn. For many a mark of kind attention If Ignorance, or Policy unfound,

By idle dreams of fpeculation led, Cripple her commerce witha wanton wound, 'Tis thine to raise again its drooping head. Friend of the Empire's blended rights and Crade! [more We hail thy wish'd return to pow'r once We thank our MONARCH for the choice he made, [Thore.

And bid thee welcome to thy native Dromore, June 15. HAFIZ.

Whilft Nature was veil'd in a garment of To my window for fhelter a little bird flew, It flutter'd, and fell on the cold ground below.

An appointment which he actually accepted about the middle of the prefent month (July). The Corn Laws. Though

So kindly heftow'd upon me from above; By the fame sweet compaffion that Boopath to guide [love. Thofe wings to thy mate in the featon of Now the foft Western breeze cloathing Nature in green,

Away Robin flies to fome favourije grove, Where the full notes of Gratitude flow from a fcene [love. Of innocence, melody, tranfport, and Of then through this vale let us chearfully [while, Should the tempefts of life endure for a If we truft in that merciful Being above, Each ftorm will foon pais, and fubfide in his smile.

rove;

ON SEEING A SHIP SAIL. From Mrs. LE NOIR'S "Village Anecdotes;" of which fee pp. 661,662,),

YON

A

ON fhip, prepar'd the port to leave,* Her canvas fwells, her anchors heave, She courts the fav'ring gale; Her jovial crew, her rudder's guide, Wait but the flowly-rifing tide

To fpread the vent'rous fail.
Oh! wond'rous proof of bold defign,
Of art, that's only not divine,
? Say, whither art thou bound?
What barbarous coaft, what hoftile fhore,
What diftant world, wilt thou explere,

What unplough'd ocean found ?
Whom doth thy fpacious hold contain ?
Sons for whom mothers weep in vain,
The father torn from home
(While fifters hope to stay the tears
Of their last parent's widow'd years),
In thee, alas ! máy roam.

Some truant youth in thee may part,
The fov'reign of a virgin het,

That beats for him alone;
Whofe plighted vows of endless love
She never doubts will faithful prove,
Still judging from her own.

Tell not the fond, confiding mad
How oft her truft will be betray'd,
How oft the youth tfworn;
Wound not her unfufpecting breast,
In fancy's fweet fllution bleit,

And abfence may be borne.

Be then, kind Heav'n, the vetiel's guide; 1her the whelming waves divide,

The formy winds control;
Whether the fteer her devious way
To diftant India's fervent day,

Or feek the Frozen Pole.
Tet doft thou in thy wrath ordain,
That the fair fabrick ne'er again.

Shall hear her wand'rers home!
Jf given to the greedy tides;
The form must rend her parting fides,
And ruin be her doom;

Spare, in thine ire, her gallant crew,
Spare, in their lives, their children's too,
The mother and the wife:
The troubled deep awhile affuage,
Speak and appeafe the fearful rage
Of elemental strife.

From fell Arabia's barren ftrands,
Her ruthlefs fons, her burning fauds,.

The veffel far convey:
Nor let the hapless crew be thrown
Where gen'rous pity is unknown,
Or monsters howl for prey.
Their tedious toils and travels o'er,
May Albion's fnow-white cliffs once more
The weary wand'rers gain!
And each, his dangers at an
end,
Recount them to the wondering friend,
With joy enhanc'd by former pain!”

FAREWELL TO MALVERN.
ADLY, dear Malvern, from thy lawns
And paft'ral heights I ftray;

Sly, for taking thy lov'd haun s,
I tread my homeward way.

Pure ftream! whofe bright, tranflucid waves
No fediment contain;
Where refy-clicek' Hygeia laves,
With all her jocund train;

And ye aërial, giant racunts

That crown the wide champaign, Where fair Sabrina rolls her flood

Through Evesham to the main; Farewell! in Nature's charms array'd, With ever-blooming gorfe, With broom, wild thyme, felf-planted trees, And hillocks cloathed in mofs.

No more fhall I, in fancy rapt,

Thy varied beaute's view;
Ah! ne'er thall I a fuene b held
So far, forand as you!

Y

COPIED FROM A SEAT IN KENSINGTON GARDENS. Ewho delighted view this varied scene, And rate of ple fue real and ferene, Iter your gaden fb foms hope to prove The tender ex'acas of mutual love, est Know, that a paffion, hucklefs as fincere, Implaintive nubers mourns its fortune were; Though to your hearts fuch torments he uns [own:

know, Yet figh for woes that foon may be your Bat & ho, like me, to foothe despair and pain, Frequents thefe joy-infping fcenes in vain; Condemn'd, like me, to hear the cold reply, Feel the quick tant, and mourn the fcornful Ever heart-rending agonies to bear, [eye; And mourn the foul's defire in dumb defpair; If chance direct thee to this artless line, Learn, baplefsmourner, that thy fate is mine; And as in heartfelt woe thou forroweft here, Exchange with me one fympathetic tear.

PRO