Independence. HAIL! Independence, hail! Heaven's next beft gift, To that of life and an immortal foul ! Fair-dream'd repofe, and to the cottage charms. Of public Freedom, hail, thou fecret Source! Whofe ftreams from every quarter confluent form My better Nile, that nurfes human life. Abundant flows, and blooms with each de light That nature craves. Its happy mafter there, The only Freeman, walks his pleasing round: Sweet D 2 Sweet-featur'd Peace attending; fearless Truth; Firm Refolution; Goodness, bleffing all That can rejoice; Contentment, surest friend; And, ftill fresh ftores from nature's book deriv'd, Philofophy, companion ever-new. These cheer his rural, and fuftain or fire, That truce with pain, that animated ease low: But, loft beneath the rubbish of their means, And drain'd by wants to Nature all un known, A wandering, taftelefs, gaily-wretched train, The' Tho' rich, are beggars, and tho' noble, flaves. THOMSON. IT A Winter Piece. T was a winter's evening, and faft came down the fnow, And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blast did blow, When a damfel all forlorn, quite bewilder'd in her way, Preft her baby to her bofom, and fadly thus did fay: "Oh cruel was my father, that shut his door on me, And cruel was my mother, that fuch a fight could fee, And cruel is the wintry wind that chills my heart with cold, But crueller than all, the lad that left my love for gold! Hufh, hush my lovely baby, and warm thee in my breast ; Ah little thinks thy father how fadly we're diftreft; For cruel as he is, did he know but how we fare, He'd fhield us in his arms from this bitter piercing air. Cold, cold my dearest jewel thy little life is gone: Oh let my tears revive thee, fo warm that trickle down : My tears that gush fo warm, oh they freeze before they fall : Ah wretched, wretched mother! thou'rt now bereft of all." Then Then down fhe funk defpairing upon the drifted fnow, And wrung with killing anguish, lamented loud her woe; She kifs'd her baby's pale lips, and laid it by her fide; Then caft her eyes to heaven, then bow'd her head, and died. [From the inimitable unimitated manner in which Mr. Palmer recites and acts the Paffions, together with the excellence of the Ode, 'twas fuppofed the infertion would be highly agreeable, efpecially to those who have had the fatisfaction in feeing that truly great performer.] WHEN Mufic, heavenly maid, was While young, yet in early Greece the fung, The |