And thus I feel thee breathing sweet,
As slow to mine thy head I move;
And thus our lips together meet,

And thus I kiss thee-oh, my love!

λιβανοτω είκασεν, ότι απολλυμενον ευφραίνει. ARISTOT. Rhetor. lib. iii. cap. 4.

THERE'S not a look, a word of thine

My soul hath e'er forgot;

Thou ne'er hast bid a ringlet shine,

Nor given thy locks one graceful twine,
Which I remember not!

There never yet a murmur fell
From that beguiling tongue,
Which did not, with a lingering spell,
Upon my charmed senses dwell,

Like something Heaven had sung!

Ah! that I could, at once, forget
All, all that haunts me so-
And yet, thou witching girl !—and yet,

To die were sweeter, than to let

The loved remembrance go!

No, if this slighted heart must see Its faithful pulse decay,

Oh let it die, remembering thee, And, like the burnt aroma, be Consumed in sweets away!

EPISTLE V.

ΤΟ

JOSEPH ATKINSON, ESQ.

TO JOSEPH ATKINSON, ESQ.

FROM BERMUDA.

*

March.

THE daylight is gone-but, before we depart, "One cup shall go round to the friend of my heart,

* PINKERTON has said that "a good history and description of the Bermudas might afford a pleasing addition to the geographical library;" but there certainly are not materials for such a work. The island, since the time of its discovery, has experienced so very few vicissitudes, the people have been so indolent, and their trade so limited, that there is but little which the historian could amplify into importance; and, with respect to the natural productions of the country, the few which the inhabitants can be induced to cultivate are so common in the West Indies, that they have been described by every naturalist who has written any account of those islands.

It is often asserted by the trans-atlantic politicians, that this little colony deserves more attention from the mothercountry than it receives, and it certainly possesses advantages of situation, to which we should not be long insensible if it were once in the hands of an enemy. I was told by a celebrated friend of Washington, at New York, that they had formed a plan for its capture, towards the conclusion of the American War; "with the intention (as he expressed himself) of making it a nest of hornets for the annoyance of British trade in that part of the world." And there is no doubt, it lies so fairly in the track to the West Indies, that an enemy might with ease convert it into a very harassing impediment.

The plan of Bishop Berkeley for a college at Bermuda, where American savages might be converted and educated,