ligence, and his own wealth fhall increase-teach him benevolence, and his mind fhall be exalted-teach him science, and his life fhall be ufeful teach him religion, and his death fhall be happy!.

It shrinks by day, and wanders in the night, And fips of nothing but the mizzly dew.

Why

Why lurks the monfter ftill around my head,

To steal that fleep which pity would beftow?

Why does the fiend thus harrafs me in bed, And whisper nothing but a tale of woe?

'Tis Confcience! child of horror and dispair, The fting of man-the enemy of peace! 'Tis that which fills the foul with bitter fear, And goads the heart, and bids its flumbers cease.

Strange mystery! that man, that coward flave,

Should fink beneath its weight, and live but

To a Friend on his Wife's Birth

THO

Day.

HO' fad misfortune o'er thy youthful day

Threw, for awhile, her melancholy fhade, Yet, let thy grateful heart with rapture say― "One bleffing far has every ill o'erpaid;

"Still let this day be facred held and dear, "That gave the world my beft and firmeft friend,

"That bade Maria's pleafing form appear, "On whom my hopes, my life, my all depend !"

Bleft is the man, whatever fate betide, Whatever fame or fortune may decree, Who fafe from all the busy world, can hide In one dear breaft his joy and mifery.

This

This lot the favour'd fons of virtue know, Whofe hearts are conftant, and whofe minds are pure,

Long on my friend, may heaven this blifs bestow,

From chance protect it, and from change fecure.

P..

ASK

Alwin and Rena.

SK you, why round yon hallow'd grave

The myrtle and the laurel bloom?

There fleep the lovely and the brave ;
Oh fhed a tear upon their tomb!

"Oh! ceafe my love, these vain alarms!" For war prepar'd, young Alwin faid

"For I muft quit my Rena's arms
"My bleeding country afks my aid!"

VOL. I.

H

"Yes,

"Yes, I will check this bursting sigh; "Yes, I will check thefe flowing tears: "A fmile fhall brighten in my eye; "My bofom shall difpel its fears!

"You try, indeed, to force a smile,

"Yet forrows' drops bedew your cheek; "You speak of peace-yet, ah! the while, "Your fighs will scarcely let you speak!

"Go Alwin! Rena bids thee go;

"She bids thee feek the fields of death: "Go Alwin, rush amid the foe, "Go, and return with vict'rys wreath!"

A thrilling blaft the trumpet blew ;

The milk-white courser paw'd the ground: A mix'd delight young Alwin knew; While Rena fhudder'd at the found.

Yet ftrove to check the rifing fears,
Which now with double fury swell;

And, faintly smiling thro' her tears
She faulter'd out a long "farewell!”

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