And ran down their line, boys, through thick and through this,
And bother'd their ears with a horrible din.

"Then starboard and larboard, and this way and that,
We bang'd them, and rak'd them, and laid their masts flat,
Till one after t'other they hal'd down their flag,
And an end put for that time to Johnny Bull's brag.

"The Detroit, and Queen Charlotte, and Lady Provost,
Not able to fight or run, gave up the ghost,

And not one of them all from our grapplings got free,
Though we'd fifty-four guns, and they just sixty-three.
"Smite my limbs! but they all got their bellies full then,
And found what it was, boys, to buckle with men,
Who fight, or, what's just the same, think that they fight,
For their country's free trade and their own native right.

"Now give us a bumper to Elliot and those
Who came up, in good time, to belabour our foes,
To our fresh-water sailors we'll toss off one more,
And a dozen at least to our young commodore.

"And though Britons may brag of their ruling the
And that sort of thing, by the Lord I've a notion,
I'll bet all I'm worth-who takes it-who takes?

ocean,

Though they're lords of the sea, we'll be lords of the lakes."

CAROLINE.

By Thomas Campbell, (not published in his works)

GEM of the crimson-colour'd even,

Companion of retiring day,

Why at the closing gates of heaven,
Beloved star, dost thou delay?

So fair thy pensile beauty burns
When soft the tear of twilight flows,
So dire thy plighted step returns,
To chambers brighter than the rose.
To peace, to pleasure, and to love,
So kind a star thou seem'st to be,
Sure some enamour'd orb above
Descends and burns to meet with thee

This is the breathing, blushing hour,
When all unheavenly passions fly;
Chas'd by the soul-subduing power
Of love's delightful witchery.

O! sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars appear'
And early rise, and long delay
When Caroline herself is here.

P.

Shine on her chosen green resort,

Where trees the sunward summit crowns
And damask flowers that well may court
An angel's feet to tread them down.

Shine on her sweetly scented road,
Thou star of evening's purple dome!
That lead'st the nightingale abroad,
And guid'st the pilgrim to his home.

Shine where my charmer's sweeter breath
Embalms thy soft exhaling dew;
Where dying winds a sigh bequeath
To kiss the cheek of rosy hue.

Where winnow'd by her gentle air
Her silken tresses darkly flow,
And fall upon her brows so fair,
Like shadows on the mountain snow.

Thus, ever thus, at day's decline,
In converse sweet to wander far,
O! bring with thee my Caroline,
And thou shalt be my ruling star.

FEMALE CELIBACY, OR THE GRAVE OF CYNTHIA. By the author of the “ Bachelor's Soliloquy.”

WHERE youthful circles make resort

Nightly to flaunt in trim array,
Where meet in fashion's airy court

The light, the giddy, and the gay,
I would not seek

To wet one cheek

With gentle pity's holy dew:

Why shade with clouds a summer sky?

Why dim the lustre of an eye

Which sorrow never knew?

But lives there one whose feeling breast

Those festive scenes can bear to leave,

To wander where the weary rest,
And feel how sweet it is to grieve?

If such there be

O! come with me,

And view poor Cynthia's lowly bed;

'Tis yonder little fresh-green sod,

Where seldom mourner's foot hath trod,

Or pious tear been shed.

* See Analectic Magazine, May, 1815.

O, time! I would not blame thy power,
For Cynthia's youth and beauty flown,
I mourn but that so sweet a flower
Should bloom and wither all alone:
For she was fair

Beyond compare,

And ever was her heart so blithe
By gay good-humoured mirth upborne,
time! she would have laugh'd to scorn
Thy very glass and sithe.

For her, soft dreams, and slumbers light,
Succeeded calm unruffled days;

Each eye beam'd on her with delight,
Each tongue was tuneful in her praise:
And at her feet,

With reverence meet,

A crowd of flattering suitors strove; Some proffer'd glittering gems and gold, And some of endless transports told, And everlasting love.

But little could their prayers avail,

Nor one could win the maiden's choice;

She little heeded flattery's tale,

She scorn'd the sound of mammon's voice:
The gay attire

Could she admire

Of beaux that glitter'd by her side;
While every vagrant butterfly'
That frisks beneath a summer sky,
Could rival all their pride!

Yet had she seen some gentle youth,
Of manners mild, by sense refin'd,
Whose pure integrity and truth
Spoke manly dignity of mind;
And had he sued

In plaintive mood,

And, sighing, look'd his anxious pain,

And had he dropt a silent tear,

The tribute of a soul sincere,

He had not sued in vain.

What though the charms which nature sprea
With raptur'd eye she oft survey'd,
What though "by heavenly musing led,"
She lov'd to wander through the shade;
Still from her breast
Forlorn, distress'd,

Would sometimes break unbidden sighs,
That she had none whose feeling heart
In all her griefs might bear a part,
And share in all her joys.

Was needed, who could watch each breathStill near thy sickly couch could wait-Support thee on the brink of fate,

And cheer the gloom of death.

Thou who couldst mourn o'er friendship's bier, Why was thine own unwept to be?

Thou who couldst give to all a tear,

Why was there none to weep for thee?
Now o'er thy grave

The wild weeds wave

Who shall thy perish'd worth deplore?

Or say, the breast which lies beneath,

Though doom'd its sighs unheard to breathe,
Was never cold before!

Adieu, poor Cynthia! though thy bier

By widow'd love has not been press'd,
What though no child with starting tear
Shall view thy place of lowly rest;
This little mound

Shall still be found

In spring's soft verdure first array'd,
The snowdrop, earliest of the year,
Spotless like thee, shall flourish here,
Like thee shall early fade.

INTELLIGENCE IN LITERATURE AND THE ARTS.

MR. CHARLES R. LESLIE. The beautiful vignette prefixed to this volume from a study of a bust of Homer in the British museum, by our young countryman, Charles R. Leslie, leads us to make further mention of this very promising genius. It is pretty generally known that public attention was first attracted to him about three years since, in consequence of some sketches that he made of Mr. Cooke, in his principal characters. The singular excellence of these attempts, for a youth of sixteen, almost unpractised in the art, awakened a desire among the gentlemen of Philadelphia, that his genius should be fostered and cultivated. This liberal disposition was assiduously directed and turned to advantage by the active zeal of Messrs. Bradford and Inskeep, in whose bookstore young Leslie was serving an apprenticeship; and through the praiseworthy exertions of these gentlemen a subscription was set on foot among several persons of taste and munificence, and a sum of one thousand dollars contributed, for the purpose of sending the young artist to England.

On his arrival in that country he was received by our distinguished countryman, Mr. Benjamin West, with that paternal kindness which he is noted for extending to all young adventurers from his native land. Under his care Mr. Leslie has been rapidly improving, and every specimen of painting which he has sent home, evinces to his generous patrons that their liberality has been most happily bestowed.

His painting of THE TRIAL OF CONSTANCE, from Marmion, has already been mentioned in this work. A large engraving is to be made of it, by Edwin, and the profits (which it is hoped public patronage will render considerable) are to be remitted to Mr. Leslie to assist him in the prosecution of his studies.

We understand that Mr. Thomas Campbell, author of the Pleasures of Hope, has finished a series of biographical and critical notices of the British poets, from Chaucer downwards, which he intends shortly to put to press.

An historical and critical account of the lives and writings of James I., Charles I., Oliver Cromwell, and Charles II. after the manner of Mr. Bayle, drawn from original writers and state-papers, by WILLIAM HARRIS, is announced, in five volumes, 8vo.

A new translation is announced of the history of England, from the earliest periods, by Rapin de Thoyras. It is also to be continued to the present time, with illustrative annotations, historical, political, and statistical, from private collections, and from public records, in the British museum, the Tower of London, &c. by HENRY ROBERTSON, L.L.D.

Dr. HUTTON is preparing a new edition of Recreations in Mathematics and Natural Philosophy; containing amusing dissertations and inquiries concerning a variety of subjects, the most remarkable and proper to excite curiosity and attention to the whole range of the mathematical and philosophical sciences; first composed by Mr. Ozanam, of the royal academy of sciences, &c. lately recomposed, and greatly enlarged, in a new edition, by the celebrated M. Montucla, and now translated into English, and improved with many additions and observations.