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-Not deftitute of humour. M.

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"Oh, CHARITY! our helpless nature's pride,

Thou friend to him who knows no friend befide,

Is there a morning's breath, or the sweet gale

That fteals o'er the tir'd pilgrim of the vale, Cheering with fragrance fresh his weary frame,

Aught like the incenfe of thy holy flame?

Is aught in all the beauties that adorn The azure Heaven, or purple lights of morn?

Is aught fo fair in evening's ling'ring gleam As from thine eye the meek and penfive beam,

That falls like faddeft moonlight on the hill, And diftant grove, when the wide world is fill?

Thine are the ample views that unconfin'd Stretch to the utmoft walks of human kind; Thine is the fpirit, that with widest plan Brother to brother binds, and man tổ man.”

Mr Howard's entrance into the "dungeon's depth" is thus described:

"Be the fad fcene difclos'd,-fearless un-
fold

The grating door-the fight of woe behold!
What mingled moans of mifery meet the ear!
What dreary forms of wretchedness appear!
But turn to him, who to yon vault confign'd,
Has bid a long farewel to human kind.
His wafted form, his cold and bloodless
cheek,

A tale of fadder forrows feems to fpeak,
Of friends perhaps, now mingled with the
dead;

Of hope, that like a faithlefs flatterer, fled
In th' utmost hour of need; or of a fon
Caft to the bleak world's mercy; or of one
Whofe heart was broken, when the ftern be.

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"I'll to the point at once, without more fufs,

God damme, Sheridan, be one of us.-"

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Trentham park, a poem. By William Ferneyhough, A. B. Stoke upon Trent, near Newcastle under Lyme, Staffordshire. 4to. Evans.

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A letter addreffed to the heritors or landed proprietors of Scotland, holding their lands of fubject-fuperiors, or mediately of the Crown. Is, ftitched, Hill. : ELEGY

ELEGY by Mrs COWLEY.

On reiving the hair of her Daughter, who died in Devonshire, at the age of feventeen years.

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EAR TRESSES! whose foft gloomy glow Renews my tears, but foothes my woe, Ye have efcap'd the mould'ring grave, It fwallows not your fbadowy wave! I fee them! to my lips they're preft, I hold them to my anxious breaft! Ah! but they ne'er again will flow Upon her neck of native (now; Ne'er will they fhade again her cheek, Where rofes liv'd in blushes meek. How have I seen this ringlet play, And this upon her forehead ftray; This hanging o'er her azure eye Like fleeting clouds upon the sky; And thefe upon her shoulder fell! And thefe would on her bofom dwell! Ah! tho' ye ne'er again will deck Her modest brow, or veil her neck, Tho' ne'er again th' entranced glance On every filky curl fhall dance, Yet fhall your beauties fill have power, And charm beyond Life's hafty hour. A MOTHER fnatch'd them from the froud, A MOTHER'S PEN shall speak aloud Her praises whom they once adorn'dSeen but few years, yet EVER mourn'd! Yes, TIME, Elizabeth, fhall tell, How like a flow'ret cropt you fell, Which innocent unfolds its bloom, Wove by the Spring's creative loomAnd to the MORN reveals its sweets, But NOONTIDE radiance never greets! Thus, o'er fome beauteous garden's pride The dawn extends its mantle wide, Throws its sweet beam from flow'r to flow'r Soft gliding, thro' a fcented fhower; And as fresh gales around them fly, Beftows on each a purer dye. Their filk the LILIES throw aroundWith fnowy veils their locks are bound, They wave them graceful to the beam, And drink the Light's tranflucent stream; But ah! the feal of FATE's impreft, And ONE is chofen from the reft: Ere the meridian hour of day, Whilst other Lilies bless its ray, And, proud, lift up their luftrous heads, Shining refulgent o'er their beds; This Lily by fome ruthless knife Is fever'd from the stem of life! Vain were its charms fo early dreft, DAY'S LORD its fragrance never blest. Evening ftreams thro' the rofy air, But the loft Lily is not there! O! emblems of the fudden blow Which bent my darling's graces low! But, ROSY EVENING, thou may'st see Where yet the maiden lives to thee. You late-rais'd precious grave behold—

Dart there thy colours and thy gold;
There bid thy gentlest dews defcend,
There all thy foft enchantments blend,
For thy enchantments fhe could taste,
And o'er thy variegated waste
Her raptur'd eye would frequent throw,
And hail thee with extatic glow.
When thy bright vapours are withdrawn,
And thy dim robes feem modeft lawn,
Bid all thy ftars their luftre store,
And on that turf their fplendor pour;
For oh! beneath that turf is laid
A victim rare--a peerless Maid!
Her foul was purity refin'd,

Where TASTE and GENIUS had combin'd
To raise a lofty fenfe, and fhow
What fpells could from their union flow;
And SPELLS o'er all her actions hung,
They touch'd her eye, they grac'd her tongue;
Amidft her dance they clung around
In ev'ry step, in ev'ry bound;
They bath'd them in the lucid tear,
Which to her fringed lid fo clear,
Would often from their fountain steal,
To prove how well her heart could feel.
ANOTHER Mufe I anxious fought,
A Mufe with ev'ry treasure fraught,
Worthy to fing my lovely Maid,
Who cold beneath the fod is laid:
A MUSE Eliza half ador'd,
Whofe ev'ry sentence fhe had ftor'd,
Whofe ev'ry beauty fhe'd repeat,
Making his sweetest verse more sweet.
He fwore t' illume her humble NAME,
And deck it with the rays of FAME:
But ah! UNGRATEFUL and forfworn,
ELIZA from the World is torn,
And not a figh he gives, or tear,
No not one line t'embalm her bier!
Dear SPIRIT! tho' thy much-lov'd Muse
To foothe thee with his lyre refuse,
Yet fhall my verfe thy name extend,
And LAUREL'D it fhall now descend.
Thou shalt not fink like common duft;
And tho' no urn or fculptur'd buft
In marble proves thou once didft breathe,
Yet POETRY thy name fhall wreathe;
And when the marble pile is loft,
And monumental fragments toft
In whirling atoms thro' the air,
THEE fhall the headlong ruin spare!
TIME's fateful finger fhall delay
To wipe thy cherish'd name away-
O, yes! wing'd centuries as they fly
Shall bend on thee their pitying eye;
For thee fhall Sorrow often fit
With folded arms, whil'ft night-birds flit,
And, as her penfive cottage round
The cyprefs and the yew abound,
Sad garlands fhe shall smiling weave-
O SMILES OF SORROW, how ye grieve!
And hanging them on ev'ry tree,
Shall fay, ELIZA, THESE TO THEE!
March 11. 1790.
ADELAIDE.

ODE

ODE to HYPOCHONDRIA.

H! life-depreffing Pow'r, forbear-forA bear!

I fee thy hideous form-thy filent glare;
I feel thy cold damp hand
Sink on my heart:

The humid South, while from his flagging wings,

Thro' cloudy air, relaxing nifts he flings,
Obeys thy dread command,

and fhakes his torpid dart; For now each flack'ning nerve refitlefs feels Thy thrilling finger move; the vital flame Trembling retires; the vital heat congeals : Yet ftill thy frightful Proteus fhapes remain.

Lo!-behold! befide my bed

Squats the demon of repose,
And when I reft my weary head,

The spectre dire a tenfold fury grows: I know thee, Incubus-I know thee-grinning fiend!

Oh! weigh not on my lab'ring breast! Help guardian pow'rs of life-defend! Ah! let me let me rest.

What dreadful form is that who fnatch'd the

dart

From Death?"Tis Apoplexy drear, I know his giant ftride-his dark'ning low'r, And at his fell approach instinctive start: Why fhak'ft thou then thy thund'ring spear Againft my helpless head, terrific power, And yet delay the stroke?

'Tis feeble Palfy stays thy arm; Yes-yes-for fure no falfe alarm Deceives me now, along my fide I feel her with'ring finger glide, While by her numbing touch my nerves are fhook.

But whence this glow-This parching heat?
My aching temples!-how they beat!
What chilling terrors freeze my heart!
"Tis Fever shakes my fhudd'ring frame;
See! blue Contagion in her train,
That fheds her poifon on each vital part:
Thy baneful spell my veins not long
Shall feel; when thou, bright maid,
Quinquina, end'ft thy friendly aid,
From bleft Hygæia fprung.
Once, as the immortal wood-nymph ftray'd
O'er many a hill and flow'ry mead,
'Till led at length, by laughing Loves,
To cloudlefs Quito's palmy groves,

With flutt'ring robes and loofen'd zone,
Blythe Zephyr faw the lovely prize
(As on ætherial Andes' brow he stood)
With love-defiring eyes,

And, like a mountain flood,

Rush'd down.

And feiz'd her blooming charms;
She, rifing from his nervous arms

Disorder'd fled; but foon was born

---

A nymph, whofe waist, and brow auftere,
Light feathery wreaths adorn,
Rough as her father, as her mother fair:
Scar'd at her frown, Contagion fled,
And vile Corruption hid his livid head:
And thou-pale fpectre !-with them fly,
I fear thee not while fhe is by.

But is it Health that paints my cheek,
So long a stranger there?
Sweet rofy cherub, thee I feek,

Ah! no-I fear-I fear

Fell Phthifis lurks beneath the crimson dye, Affumes thy mien, and takes thy glift'ning eye. 'Tis not that tranfient bloom-That fickly

fmile,

Nor yet thy proffer'd'arm--as if to fave, (But meant to push me in the yawning grave) Falfe flattering fiend fhall me beguile; For while I breathe, untainted yet by thee, From this damp ifle, thy mifty throne, I'll fly,

While yet the heaving fprings of life are free, And breathe the gales of Lufitania's fky.

Yet fure no foe art thou,

That thro' my cafement peeps,
With foul-enchanting mien,
And brow ferene,

As when a fmiling infant fleeps.
Hygeia-hear my vow!

O! pafs not quickly by ;

I feel thy life-reviving glance
Dart from thy vivid eye,

And joyful wake, as from a death-like

trance.

For, to! before th' invigorating North,

Roll'd in his cloud, the hideous fpectre flies, And as the fun from darkeft fhades burfts forth,

Thou, lovely wood-nymph, ftand'st confeft,
O'erflowing rapture fills my breast,

Delicious tears my eyes.

O dreadful phantom! airy pow'r!
Thy vifitations I could bear,

Thy ftroke depreffive-fick'ning hour,
If light-wing'd Health ftill hover'd near;
So fhould this anxious, fervid mind
By thee be rais'd, by thee refin'd,
Beyond what clownish ftrength can ever know,
No flying moment fhould I mifs,
But feel existence as a blifs,
Alive to every joy-and every woe.
Edinburgh.

E. W.

The ways and means of other nations ought occafionally to be looked after. The refources of Sweden to carry on the war, &c. are curious.

The laft grants amount to 82 tons of gold, or 1,640,000l. per annum, being feventeen tons more than were voted in 1770; with this reservation, that their exertions on account of the preffing nature of the ftate, fhall not be extended to their disadvantage, or that of their privileges, rights, and liberties.

The order of peasants, however, pretend inability with refpect to various articles of the grants, which may occafion a deficiency of four or five tons, or 100,000 l. but this must be made good by other or ders, as no alteration in the original fum granted is admiffible after the assembly is diffolved.

The following brief account of the various articles will give fome idea of the mode of raifing the revenues in Sweden.

Art. 1. Contains perfonal affeffments. A Counsellor of State pays in British money 51. 5 s.

A Field Marefchal, Prefident, &c. 31.

108.

A Colonel, Chancellor, &c. 21. 16 8. A Lieut.-Colonel, 1 l. 17 s.

A Captain, Affeffor, or Profeffor, 19 s. The greatest part of the reft of the King's fervants pay 7 8. and the leatt Is. 4d.

Wealthy nobility who remain in the service, pay for each trooper's horse that they are to furnish, 21. 6 s. others from 11. 17 s. to 7 8. at the leaft.

Bishops pay for themselves 31 10 6. Holders of Benefices, from 1 l. 15 8. to 48. 2 d. according to their value.

Burgomafters and Senators of towns, from 11. 15 s. to 4 s. 2 d.

Actors and Actreffes from 1 l. 8 s. to 36. 6 d.

Bankers, merchants in Stockholm and Gottenburgh, from 3 l. 10 s. to Il.

Iron work pays for every 300 weight that goes to government, 21. 178. 6 d. and for every hammer, 2 1. 6 s.

Manufactories of Arms pay from 21. 17 s. 6 d. to 15 l. 8 8.

Sugar bakers pay the twelfth part of a penny for every pound of fugar. Porcelain manufactories pay from 17 6. 6 d. to 81. 158.

Paper Mills from 17 s. 6 d. to 1 l. 15 s. The Kilns a farthing for every hundred tiles.

Art. 3. Taxes on windows in Stockholm, from xd. to 4 d. for each window; in other towns from three farthings to 2 d. and by the boors in the country one farthing.

Art. 4. Taxes on articles of luxury. The highest class of people pay for leave to use wine, coffee, tea, chocolate, fugar, and hair-powder, 1 l. 2 8. 3 d. the middle clafs from II s. to 14 8. The lower class from 4 d. to 3 s. 6 d.

Every coach or faddle-horse, in Stockholm or Gottenburgh, pays 17 s. 6 d. in other towns, or in the country, half that fum.

A Counsellor of State is allowed one valet and three lackies; the upper fervants of the crown, one valet and two lackies, &c. For all kept above this number they pay 14 s. for the firft, 11. 8 s. for the second, 2 1. 2 s. for the third, and fo on.