TO THE CORONELLA.

WHOSE FRAGRANCE RESEMBLES AN INFANT'S BREATH.

WHAT truth divine would'st thou impart,
Sweet Coronella! to my heart,

That thus with breath so magical
Thou holdest all my sense in thrall?
Is there some sweet infant spirit
That our earth may yet inherit,
In thy fairy cells now dwelling,
Of innocence, and beauty telling?
Ah! that spirit must be thrown
On nobler organs, ere is known
To itself its destiny;

Wither quickly, then, bright flower!
Thou 'It not develope, in thine hour,
The light of immortality.

Thou art fit, indeed, to be
Shrine of infant innocence;

But the life that dwells in thee
Ne'er shall gain intelligence.

It is the human form that seems

To hover on the wond'rous brink
Of matter-where the first faint gleams
Of spirit, make connecting link:

And souls in human forms alone

Feel the high endowment given,
To respond the spirit tone
Breathing from the throne of heaven.
Wither quickly, then, sweet flower,
It is not in thy beauty's power
To "fashion for eternity:"
Infant spirit! take thy flight,
And in thine innocence alight
On organs of humanity!

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CECILIA.

A DRAMA.

(From the French of Madame Campan.)

CHARACTERS.

LADY ARABELLA, Aunt to Cecilia.

LADY HAMILTON, Mother to Cecilia.

MRS TEACHUM, Preceptress of a Boarding School.

SALLY AND MOLLY PLAYING WITH A DOLL.

MOLLY, (shaking her doll.)

COME, Miss! what behaviour! make a courtesy, now.

SALLY.

Finish dressing her before you give her a dancing lesson; you have not done with the toilet yet.