temper was inclined to render every individual happy around her,—SHE, alas! with her first-born Babe are ingulphed in the silent tomb! But Now the cruel conflict o'er- And blooming,-live to part NO MORE *! LOVELINESS (says the Muse of OSSIAN) was around him as light, she saw the youth and loved him, her blue eye rolled on him in secret, and she blessed the Chief of Morven. Thou hast left NO SON, but thy name shall live in song; narrow is thy dwelling now, THOU who wert so great before! The following stanzas are so tenderly indicative of a MOTHER'S feelings, that I cannot omit them: A MOTHER'S ADDRESS TO HER SLEEPING CHILD. Sleep on, DEAR BABE, with joy I trace Enfold thee round: Nor let the fond endearment chase Thy slumbers sound! * See A Tribute of Respect to the beloved Memory of the Princess Charlotte of Wales, delivered on the Day of Interment, November 17, 1817, at Worship Street, Finsbury Square. Second Edition. By J. EVANS. May HEAV'N its choicest influence shed, With flowers the path which thou may'st tread, And VIRTUE's laurel on thy head For ever bloom! Whilst thus for thee the anxious prayer O! cherish for this guardian care Thy FILIAL LOVE my life shall cheer, To all I wish my memory dear, But most to THEE! SMITHERS. I conclude with a just and beautiful encomium on the Female Sex, from a poem entitled-INFANCY, a Didactic Poem in Six Books. By the late Hugh Downman, M. D. of Exeter. How high the rank in life of WOMANKIND! Who draws his judgment from the forward few ; By Passion ever led, by Flattery won; Their frame like ours, but with etherial touch More soft, more sensitive, and more refin'd And feels their virtues. Polishers of life! The wanton dance, the soft voluptuous strain The life of NATURE, Reason, VIRTUE, BLISS! THE SCHOOL-BOY. The whining School-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school! |