The wonder, praife, and darling of mankind.

Here all thy childish days to fee restor❜d Ind ar AMELIA's blooming babes again, By all thy grateful people here ador'd, But why indulge Inow fuch fancies vain?

I must return to Mis'ry's defert wild Farewell paternal domes of peace and joy: Ye once with pleasure look'd on Char.es the child,

And Charles the child was fure a happy boy.

Now have ye fcen (but what a change was there)

The man, the flave of guilt-the victim of defpair.

VERSES

WRITTEN BY AN UNFORTUNATE HUSBAND, WHOSE IMMODERATE INDULGENCE OF TEARS HAS ENDANGERED HIS SIGHT,

URST forth, imprison'd fighs!

B But, oh, ye watery eyes!

Reftrain, reftrain your melancholy tides! For me, no hopes remain ;

But, darkling to complain,

While gathering gloom fair Nature's vi-
fage hides.

Ceafe, tears!-nor fpeed the hour,
When, quench'd in your fad fhow'r,
The ficred orb of Day to me shall set.
Vain, vain is your relief,

To cool my burning grief,

Or wash thefe ftains away of fierce regret.

Ah! never did a heart,

With keener anguish, part

From circling breaft, than mine from
Laura's form;

Nor time, nor wrongs, can chase
The magic of that face,

Which rends my bofom with eternal
itorm.

Like mine, no equal love,

Save that which burns above,

Where mingling Seraphs meet with mu
tual fires.

Drives back, not cool'd, my flanie,
Perennial glow'd the fame,

With warmth unanswer'd, and difdain'd
defires.

And yet, her heart could burn,
And melt, in soft return,

With answering wishes, for an alien
guest,-

And was it thou, my friend!
My Laura!-thou could't rend,

And pierce with Ate's ftings my livid
breaft?

Blot out, blot out the night,
When to my shrinking fight,

Fierce truth with horrid glare unveil'd
my state!

Blot out, blot out the paft!
My foul then clung too fast,

Still, ftill it clings, and combats with my

Soon fhall thy roseate hue

Be veil'd from my dim view:

Ye women warriors! (hardly worth the name)

roll!

Yet here, fweet flowret, reft;

Bloom on thy father's breast,

For her, for me-abide,

One fource of common pride,

MODERN ARCHERY.

fpir'd,

Their tiny inftrument with ardour fir'd, Or eke, with unaffected pathos, tell,

Scar'd at the thund'ring pop, what myriads

fell.

Thron'd, by the godhead of the filver bow, See'ft thou?-or are thefe Chiefs below thy care?

Thefe feather-champions, and their arrowy war?

A puny race! unlike thy fans of Yew, Who with Herculean arm the tough bow drew :

Ah! too fhort-fighted the to prophecy:Let this fuffice, for this fhe dares to tell; Lift! lift! O Expectation, tiptoe swell; « Spite of their boafted British fires of old, "Their hearts of oak, their limbs gigan ❝tic mould,

«Our moderns-talk as big, and swear

as bold.

ELEGIAC LINES.

THE SUPERANNUATED HORSE TO HIS MASTER, WHO HAD SENTENCED HIM TO DIE AT THE END OF SUMMER.

From no dark covert, they, with Indian art !

Murder'd by ftealth, or launch'd a poifon'd dart;

Death they approach'd, and fac'd him on the wing

Our archers tremble at the twanging ftring. But, lo! the scene of fight, the ladies met, The meafur'd diftance mark'd, the target fet;

Lo! the fweet bugle-horn,enchanting prize!

Poize ev'ry fhaft, and level, all ye eyes: The marshall'd bowmen ftrut, in trim array,

Proud of their livery'd veft,and quivergay; Greater than pygmies!-had the cranes been here,

Their unhatch'd young fhould tremble at the war.

mafter, say?

And wilt thou kill thy fervant old and poor?

A little longer let me live, I pray;

A little longer hobble round thy door! For much it glads me to behold this place,

And houfe me in this hospitable fhade: It glads me more to see my mafter's face,

And linger on the spot where I was bred. For, O! to think on what we both enjoy'd

In my life's prime, ere I was old and poor!

Then from the jocund morn to ève employ'd,

My gracious mafter on my back I bore,

Thrice told ten years have danced on down along,

Since first to thee these way worn limbs

Ah! call to mind, how oft near Scaring's fiream,

My ready fleps were bent to yonder grove,

Where the who lov'd thee was the tender theme,

And I, thy more than meffenger of love.

For whom thy doubting heart felt fond as larms,

And throbb'd alternate with its hope and fear,

Did I not bear thee to thy fair one's armis, Affure thy faith, and dry up every tear? And haft thou fix'd my doom, sweet maf ter, fay?

And wilt thou kill thy fervant old and poor?

A little longer let me live, I pray;

A little longer hobble round thy door!

Yet ah! in vain, in vain for life I plead,
If Nature hath denied a longer date:
Still do not thou behold thy fervant bleed,
Tho' weeping Pity has declared his fate.
But O kind Nature! take thy victim's life!
End thou a fervant, feeble, old, and
poor!

So fhalt thou fave me from th' uplifted knife,

And gently ftretch me at my master's` door.

way:

More fix'd the Fame his moral aims impart;

On the Foundation of an upright Heart Herearsa Structure, Chance can ne'er annoy, Malice deface, nor Ignorance destroy.

None but the favour'd band, who boast the Will

A Brother's generous Purpose to fulfil, May with due Rites and formal Reverence tread

The Sacred Paths by Myftic Science made : Hence vain Conceit hath often aim'd to throw

Contempt on Maxims it cou'd never knowTho' Fair Religion does her Face enshrine, In awful Clouds we own her voice divine; Mafons with anxious zeal their Myftiries guard,

Yet of the Mafon's worth who hath not heard.

Their public Acts, by Truth to fame confign'd.

Speak them the liberal Friends of human kind :

And might the Muse their gracious Deeds recite,

She'd not forget the Kindness shown tonight.

In Gallia's Fields when English Harry fought,

His drooping Soldiers in their Tents he fought;

"The Man to-day that draws for me "his fword

"Shall be my Brother!-was the Heroe's

word!

ODE

FRANCE.

PARIS, JANUARY 18,

NATIONAL CONVENTION. DISCUSSION ON THE FATE OF LOUIS,

A

LONG and tumultuous debate took place, refpecting the votes decreeing the death of Louis Capet the preceding day. A few alledged the Secretaries had taken fome of them wrong down. The whole members, therefore, voted over again.

When the Appeal Nominal was terminated, the Prefident announced, that it was found that the fentence of death

pronounced yesterday upon Louis had been carried by a majority, not of five but of twenty-feven votes.

19. At eleven o'clock the fitting had not been opened, on account of the abfence of the Prefident Vergniaud: it was demanded that he should be cenfured, but he was exempted on account of being indifpofed. Barriere took the chair. Choudieu." I demand that we pass to the order of the day, and that we decree the queftion of delay.'

Several members were of the fame opinion.

A letter was received from Manuel, complaining of the conduct of the Con vention, from whom, he faid, a diforderly band, by the fole talent of making a noife, took away all power of doing good. "By your conduct," continues be, " you have expofed France, and fuch as you are, (the truth escapes me) yes, fuck as you are, you cannot fave it!" He concluded with giving in his refignation, as having it no longer in his power to be ufeful at his post.

Gorfas faid, the National Convention was a body of infurgents, and their mode of precipitating the death of the King was rebellion againft their Conftituents.

U

Briot-" Such has been the influence of the French Revolution, that at London, Vienna, Berlin, and every where, great deference is paid to public opinion. It is confulted, it is feared, and attempts are made to corrupt it. The public opinion of Europe is of more importance to us than armies. In this ftate of things, the immediate execution of Louis muft be very unfavourable to us. There are in Europe two claffes of men. The firft, confifting of philofophers and friends of liberty, will not fee the neceffity for the death of Louis, and will think that a great nation ought to disdain fanguinary vengeance. The other, compofed of the flaves of prejudice, will confider the punifhment of a King as the greateft of crimes and both will unite to condemn

us.

On these considerations I vote for a refpite till the new Conftitution shall be ratified. If you purfue another courfe, you muft declare war againft England, Spain, and Holland. Give an example of moderation, and a Revolution will be accomplished throughout all Europe."

Thomas Paine appeared at the tribune, and, as he was unacquainted with the French language, Bancal read a tranflation of his opinion, which was as fol lows" I prefer an error occafioned by humanity, to an error occafioned by feverity. You have no other ally than the United States of America. Louis is the best friend of these people, who confider themselves as indebted to him for their liberty. Were I acquainted with the French language, I should appear at your bar, and prefent to you, in the name of my American brethren, a peti tion for a refpite. The news of this execution will give great pain to these fons of Freedom. You ought not to a dopt fuch rigorous measures. Louis Ca pet has doubtlefs betrayed the French nation, but the mifchief he has done has

been