er seen France; and had been teaching the gibberish of his native province for two years to the daughter of a Russian nobleman, for the true Parisian dialect! SELECT SENTENCES. THINK not those faithful who praise all thy words and actions, but those who reprove thy faults. It is more desirable to distribute the fruits of one's own industry, than to reap the benefit of other people's. Men are more mindful of wrongs than of benefits, and it is but just that it should be so ; as he who restores a deposite deserves no commendation; but he who detains, blame and punishment. Such as have virtue always in their mouths, .and neglect it in practice, are like a harp which emits a sound pleasing to others, while itself is insensible of the musick. It is the only wisdom of man not to think he understands those things which he does not understand. It is the part of a wise man to prevent inconvenience; of a valiant man, to order it aright when it comes. POETRY. FOR THE POLYANTHOS. TO PSYCHE. SWEET warbling minstrel of poetick art, ? Thou 'd'st sing again, once more thy song repeat. But wave its foilage o'er thy native soil, Oh! would to heaven, thou matchless maid, One chord, her tuneless harp t' adorn, Dorchester, March 8, 1807. EMMA. FOR THE POLYANTHOS. EFFUSION OF A MELANCHOLY HOUR. Fly swifter on, ye lingering hours, Ye tardy moments fly; For nought but misery's phantom lowers, To check the bursting sigh. To others ye bring sweet delight, To me, alas! denied, For sorrow dims my aching sight, My mind I'll lave in musick's fount, And on the wings of fancy, mount And should the tuneful sisters deign My harp I'd sweep in pensive strain, I'd pour along the liquid air, Perhaps some child of mental wo, Shall catch the murmurs as they flow, .Y...VOL. 4. Perhaps sweet Pity's tear shall beam I'll cherish fond the pleasing gleam, The rays that beam in her soft face Than all the gems that Peru grace, Or glitter in the sea. For though but twice-ten Springs have bloomed For me their sweets around, I've felt the soul, desponding, gloomed With scorn's deep-rankling wound./ Dorchester, March 4, 1807. EMMA THE SMILE. FROM THE ITALIAN OF CHIABRERA. BEAUTEOUS Roses, not with Morn Scattering sweet but transient pleasures Guardians of his pearly treasures! Dear to Love, sweet Roses! tell Fondly those bright eyes beholding, As I gaze, and gazing sigh, Tell me why You expand in smiles unfolding? Conscious, I could ill sustain Seek you thus my life to cherish? Of the pangs by which I perish? Beauteous Roses, be your joy Or to save, since thus you show it, Still will I in novel lays Sing your praise, But O smile upon your Poet! If, at day-spring as we pass Murmur rills and whisper breezes ; If, with flowers the mead looks gay, Sooth'd we say, How the smiling landscape pleases! When his foot blythe Zephyr laves That with gently gliding motion See, we cry, how smiles old Ocean 1 |