Then what of genius, taste, you own
Above the common cast,

Avoid the breath of wide renown,
As poison'd Sirve's blast.
Confine to self those gems of mind
Those pleasures ever new,
Or let their lustre be confin'd,
To light the chosen few.
Nor let thy lamp of virtue shine

On darksome vice too bright,

For those who bend at Mammon's shrine,

Abhor its hated light.

Thus Envy's argus eyes may sleep,

Nor dulness rouse to vent

Those venom'd words, not loud but deep, That malice can invent.

Yes, he who'd gain the gen'ral voice,

Pale envy overcome,

Must climb with Folly and with Vice,
And oft seem deaf and dumb.
Affect to close in sleep the eyes,
When Vice expose its mein,
Spread the light wing when Folly flies,
"Be all things to all men"-

Must ne'er express indignant thought,
Of vice, or e'en its tools;

Who sets this prudent case at nought,
Makes foes of knaves and fools.

A num'rous race, to whom the wise
And virtuous sometimes bend,

As the wild Arab deifies

Old Nick, to gain a friend ;

Yet though they gain the world by guile,
The chance is more than even ;
They love the self-approving smile,
Of Conscience and of Heaven.

THE EXHIBITION.-A Song.
Come, come-I am willing
To down with my shilling,
The time to be killing

With varnish and paint;
So up the stone staircase
I corkscrew my carcase,-
As steep and as dark as

St. Paul's; and as faint:

Tall women and towers,
And children with flowers,-
Twelve rosy old Hours,-
A study of cows ;-
A view on the Humber,
And nags out of number,-
With other live lumber,
At Somerset House!

Tol de rol, &c.

One dandy Adonis,
And two noble cronies,
Beside rampant ponies
Reclining in curls;
And tumble-down torrents,
And pictures of Florence,
And portraits by Lawrence
Of lanky old Earls:
That a man! what a log!-
Turn to the catalogue!
How like a water-dog
After a souse!

That sky is too milky,-
That dress is too silky,—
How charming is Wilkie
At Somerset House!

Tol de rol, &c.

I've seen the room fuller,
And yet felt it cooler ;-
Lord! there's Mrs. Buller,
All pensive and red!
I wonder such fat ewes
Make paintings and statues,
I'll never to that use

Abandon my head!

Here, Wealth hath call'd her men,

Hairy Jews, balder men,

Grim gouty aldermen

Wigs, beards, and brows!

I think 'tis a pity,

The hanging committee
Thus flatter the city,—
At Somerset House!
Tol de rol, &c.

The sculpture invites me,
For marble delights me,—
Except when it spites me.
In desolate busts;

A neat modell'd wax man,
Two babies by Flaxman,
The head of a tax-man
Whom nobody trusts!
Fighters who've fill'd a ring,
Two sleepy children,
Sweetly bewildering
Many a spouse :--

Oh! that Raphael or Titian
Could rise at my wishing

In this exhibition

At Somerset House!

Tol de rol, &c.

NAVAL ODE.

BY JAMES C. PERCIVAL.-FROM CLIO, NO. 1..
OUR walls are on the sea,

And they ride along the wave,
Mann'd with sailors bold and free,
And the lofty and the brave
Hoist their flag to the sport of the gale:
With an even march they sweep

O'er the bosom of the deep,

And their orders trimly keep,

As they sail.

Though so gallantly we ride,
Yet we do not seek the fight;
We have justice on our side,

And we battle in our right,

For our homes, and our altars, and sires;
Then we kindle in our cause,
And awhile a solemn pause-
When the cannon's iron jaws
Spout their fires.

We abhor the waste of life,
And the massacre of war;
We detest the brutal strife

In the van of glory's car;

But we never will shrink from the foe:
This when battles lightning runs
Through his horror-speaking guns,
And his brazen thunder stuns,
He shall know.

We have met them on the deep,
With Decatur and with Hull,
Where our fallen comrades sleep
In their glory's proudest full;

1.

For our homes we will meet them again :
Let their boasted navies frown,

As they proudly bear them down;
We will conquer, burn, or drown,
On the main.

We, too, have hearts of oak,

And the hour of strife may come,
With its hurricane of smoke,

Hissing ball and bursting bomb,

And the death shot may launch thro' our crew;

As

But our spirits feel no dread,

And we bear our ship ahead,

For we know that honor's bed

Is our due.

Then come on, ye gallant tars!
With your matches in your hand,
And parade beneath our stars
With a free and noble stand,
you wait for the moment of death:
Hark the word—the foe is nigh,
And at once their war-dogs fly,
But with bosoms throbbing high,
Yield your breath.

Do your duty gallant boys!

And you homeward shall return
To partake your country's joys,
When the lights of triumph burn,

And the warm toast is drank to the brave;
Then, when country calls again,
Be your march along the main,
And in glory spread her reign
O'er the wave.

TO LILLA.

Dear Lilla, sing that strain again,
Like thy melodious swell,
In early days that tender strain,
Oft bound my heart in spell;
Of raptur'd bliss, when minstrelsy
Bright wreath of fancy wove,
Of world as smooth as summer sea,
Of innocence and love.

Suffering like me, perhaps they found
One struggling wrench, one wild endeavour,
Break the tie that else had bound

Their souls for ever!

And they were freed-and yet I pine
With secret pangs with griefs unspoken:
No-their hearts were not like mine,

Else they had broken!

ART. X.-Literary and Miscellaneous Intelligence.

Y,

A gentleman, from the interior of New York, intends, if sufficient encouragement shall be afforded him, to construct in the neighbourhood of this city, a map on a new plan, and on a scale so extensive as to cover several acres of ground.

He proposes to delineate the eastern and western hemispheres, on a terrestrial plane, in two circles collaterally situated. The land and water to be distinguished by sand or gravel of different colours. The equator to be represented by a paved path of sufficient width for a walk for two persons. The parallels of latitude, meridians, circles, &c. to be distinctly delineated, and the several zones to be of different shades of colour. The situations of the different mountains are to be designated by small mounds, sufficiently raised to give an idea of their relative altitudes, and those intended to represent such as are of a volcanic character, to be constructed