Oh! hail once more, the wild clad shore, Down in the shade, of youder glade, How op ning to my searching view, Sounds in the branches sweet and clear. 'Neath that rude tree, where infancy, Oft have 1 lain, and mock'd the strain- But that dear strain, will ne'er again For absence long has lost the song, That once possessed such magic power. The tears that fell, when from thy well From the New York Evening Post. A LOVING EPISTLE TO MR. WILLIAM COBBETT, OF NORTH HEMPSTEAD, LONG ISLAND. "Belov'd of Heaven! the smiling Muse shall shed "Her moonlight halo on thy beauteous head!” Campbell's Pleasures of Hope. Pride, boast, and glory of each hemisphere! Well known, and lord in both-great Cobbett hail! Hero of Botley there, and Hempstead hereOf Newgate, and a Pennsylvania jail! Long shall this grateful nation bless the hour, When by the beadle and your debts pursa'd, The victim-like fam'd Barrington, of power, "You left your country for your country's good!" Terrour of Borough-mongers, Banks and Crowns! Thorburn the seedsman, and Lord Castlereagh! "Potatoe tops" fall withering at your frowns(Grand" Ruta Baga Turnip" of your day) Banish the memory of that Lockhart's cane, And Philadelphia "pole-cats" from your mind, Let the world scoff-still you and Hunt remainYourselves a host-the envy of mankind! Whether, as once in " Peter Porcupine," You curse the country, whose free air you breathe, Or, as plain" William Cobbett," toil to twine Around your brows sedition's poison'd wreath, Or in your letter to Sir Francis, tear All moral ties asunder with your pen, We trace you, gentle spirit, every where, And greet you, first of scribblers and of men. Well may our hearts with pride and pleasure swell, To know that face to face we soon shall meet: We'll gaze upon you as you stand and sell "Grammars" and " Garden seeds" in Fulton street! And praise your book that tells about the weather, "Our laws, religion, hogs, and things" to boot, Where your immortal talents teach together In recompense, that you've designed to make * Vide his letter to Lord Stanhope in his Regis ter. PARODY. Ye Mariners of England. Ye gentlemen and ladies, Who live at home at ease, In rural quiet snugly fix'd, Among the pigs and fleas. Give ear to a Director, And he will plainly show, What dismay, rules the day, When the stock is getting low. When Congress sends committees, Depress'd with care and wo, While the stock is getting low. Or if some members bolder, Do threaten and denounce; And on each poor stockholder, Are ready down to pounce; Then shivering agues seize us, Rheumatic pains shoot through The aching bones, of Bidy J-s, For the stock is getting low. Each check-book, ledger, journal, But courage brave directors! And never be dismay'dWhile we have cash or credit left, We ne'er shall want a trade: Our merchants will employ us, To raise the wind you know; Up we must, kick a dust. Although the stock is low. - TO SPRING. FROM THE DANISH. 0. By Professor Thomas Thaarup. Oh! welcome, gentle guest from high, Who feels thee in a guiltless breast. Peace to the generous heart, essaying With deeds of love to win our praise! He smiles the spring of life surveying, Nor fears her cold and wintry days. Thou, glorious goal! that shin'st afar, THE NEGRO'S SONG. FROM THE DANISH. I will fly the social room, I will weep in lonely sadness; The poor negro's cherish'd gloom Must not mar the hour of giadness; Let my fate your sighs command, Fetter'd in a distant land. Say what is the negro's crime, Robb'd of her he loves the best. God of Christians, God of Men! SENTIMENTAL AGONIES. When first to dear Chloe I mentioned the pain, Her coldness had left in my breast; She call'd me her shepherd, her ghost and her swain, And turn'd all my sorrows to jest. When I press'd my sad suit as we trip'd through the dance, Her features were clouded with wo, And hope swell'd my bosom-but ah she exclaim'd, "The deuce take the corn on my toe." How strange is the heart of a woman I cried, Of vanity made up and show; They feel not the pangs they inflict on the heart, But feel for the corn on the toe. INDEX TO VOLUME VII. EMBELLISHMENTS No I.-View of Fair Mount Water Works, near Philadelphia. III. Lebeid, the Arabian Poet. IV.-Fac-simile of a Letter from General Washington. IX.-Stewart's New Piano Forte. Biot's Traite de Physique, cha- racter of, Botta's American Revolution, to 424 78 373 Africa, Murray's Travels in 70 44 Borgia, Caesar, his character 5 71 425 British Settlement in Pennsyl Algiers, Slavery in 40 Alfieri, subject of a prize poem. 165 American Character, on the 412, vania, letters from the, re- 238 Bull fights in Spain, described 310 Catholic church at Ispahan 281 Cabbage, effects of, 513 123 514 337 Chalmers' Astronomy, translat- Anecdotes, 233, 234, 352, 508 ed, 165 Antiquities of Western country 350 Arsenic, means of detecting Astrology, improvement in Baldwin's Sketches announced 69 Cooper's Thompson's Chemis 259 492 Bible, progress of Bible socie- ties. 423 Currie's Poems, Miss, reviewed, 237 China, habits, commerce, &c. of 91 424 433 143 384 |