Yes-while among the ftars fhe fhines,
And "vifits worlds conceal'd from fight,"
A humbler theme I chufe for mine,
The Dusky Dawn and Misty Night.
I'll drink the fparkling dews of morn,
And watch Apollo's earliest ray;
Or greet the fhepherd's mellow horn,
That lulls the clofing hours of day:
Or, bending o'er old Ocean's ftream,
Mount the tall Pico's loftiest brow,
And, guided by Cylene's beam,
Paufe o'er the diftant world below:
Or, hanging o'er fome cavern dark,
Where troubled waters heave and fwell,
Lift to Charibda's angry bark,
Or howling Scylla's fearful yell:
Or, mingling with th' enthufiaft throng,
Who to MELPOMENE's harp afpire,
Mimic CALISTA's melting fong,
Or penfive ELLA's weeping lyre:
Then mourning thro' fome foreft's gloom,
From flumbering couch wake Echo pale;
And pluck the bloffoms of the dale,
To deck fome lonely tomb.
Such be my fongs, while ETHELINDE,
Smiling, my artless labours views;
Reward-the beft that can attend
The flights of CAROLINA'S mufe.
New-York, October, 1792.
A MIRROR for VICE.
ARK as the gloomy manfions of the dead,
Difmal, as when eclipfes horror fhed,
Awful as blackest clouds with thunders rent,
Are the laft moments of th' impenitent.
No found of mercy borne on Cherub's wing,
Does to his foul fweet confolation bring-
No voice divine, to bid his troubles cease,
And breathe compofure in a word of peace.
Where are his friends? O calm the raging eye!
O foothe that anguifh, check that deep drawn figh!
Whisper in accents fofter than the breeze,
Some theme of hope to give the spirit ease.
Vain your attempts, all human efforts, vain!
Confcience awaken'd darks th' undying pain.
See ev'ry feature fively with defpair!
See brighten'd horror thro' his eye-balls ftare!
O! look to Heav'n, your ardent voices raise ;
Call pardon down by prayer or by praife;
Approach the throne adorn'd with grace divine,
Where love and mercy in full glory fhine.
Too late! too late! the quick refpiring breath,
The limbs all quaking in the pangs of death,
The length'ning doleful groan of nature, laft,
Declare th' irrevocable sentence past.
Eternal night without one cheering ray,
Receives the foul, by furies torn away:
Hope never vifits here, a dread abode,
Far from the fmiles of Heav'n and of God.
MESSIAH: A Sacred Eclogue, composed of feveral Passages of ISAIAS the Prophet. Written in Imitation of Virgil's Pollio.
WITH AN ENGRAVING.
E nymphs of Solyma! begin the fong,
To heav'nly themes fublimer ftrains belong.
The moffy fountains, and the fylvan shades,
The dreams of Pindus and th' Aonian maids,
Delight no more-O thou my voice inspire,
Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallow'd lips with fire!
Rapt into future times, the bard begun,
A virgin fhall conceive, a virgin bear a fon !.
From Jefle's root behold a Branch arise,
Whofe facred flow'r with fragrance fills the skies:
Th' æthereal fpirit o'er its leaves fhall move,
And on its top defcends the myftic Dove.
Ye Heav'ns! from high the dewy nectar pour,
And in foft filence shed the kindly show'r !
The fick and weak the healing plant shall aid,
From storms a fhelter, and from heat a shade.
All crimes fhall ceafe, and ancient fraud fhall fail;
Cap. 9. ver. 7. Returning Juftice lift aloft her scale;
Cap. 45. ver. 8.
Cap. 25. ver. 4.
Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend,
And white-rob'd Innocence from Heav'n defcend.
Swift fly the years, and rife th' expected morn!
Oh fpring to light, aufpicious Babe, be born!
See Nature haftes her earlieft wreaths to bring,
With all the incenfe of the breathing spring:
Scc lofty Lebanon his head advance,
See nodding forests on the mountains dance,
See fpicy clouds from lowly Sharon rife,
And Carmel's flow'ry top perfume the skies!
Hark! a glad voice the lonely defart cheers;
Prepare the way! a God, a God appears;
A God! a God! the vocal hills repay,
The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity.
Lo Earth receives him from the bending skies!
Sink down ye mountains, and ye vallies rife !
With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay;
Be fmooth ye rocks, ye rapid floods give way!
The SAVIOUR Comes! by ancient bards foretold:
Hear him ye deaf, and all ye blind behold!
He from thick films fhall purge the visual ray,
And on the fightlefs eye-ball pour the day.
'Tis he th' obftructed paths of found shall clear,
And bid new mufic charm th' unfolding ear:
The dumb fhall fing, the lame his crutch forego,
And leap exulting like the bounding roe;
No figh, no murmur the wide world shall hear,
From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear,
In adamantine chains fhall Death be bound,
And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.
As the good Shepherd tends his fleecy care,
Seeks fresheft paftures and the pureft air,
Explores the loft, the wand'ring fheep directs,
By day o'erfees them, and by night protects,
The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms;
Mankind fhall thus his guardian care engage,
The promis'd Father of the future age.
No more fhall nation against nation rife,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,
Nor fields with gleaming fteel be cover'd o'er,
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more;
But ufelefs lances into fcythes fhall bend,
And the broad falchion in a plow-fhare end.
Then palaces fhall rife; the joyful fon
Shall finish what his short-liv'd fire begun;
Their vines a fhadow to their race fhall yield,
And the fame hand that fow'd shall reap the field.
The swain in barren deferts with furprise
Sees lilies fpring, and fudden verdure rife,
And ftarts amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of water murmuring in his ear:
On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes,
The green reed trembles, and the bulruh nods.
Wafte fandy vallies, once perplex'd with thorn,
The fpiry fir and fhapely box adorn :
The leaflefs fhrubs the flow'ring palms fucceed,
And od❜rous myrtle to the noifom weed.
Cap. 41. ver. 19. and Cap. 55. ver. 13.
The lambs with wolves fhall graze the verdant mead, Cap. 11. ver. 6:
And boys in flow'ry bands the tiger lead;
The steer and lion at one crib fhall meet, And harmless ferpents lick the pilgrim's feet, The fmiling infant in his hand fhall take The crefted bafilifk and fpeckled ínake; Pleas'd, the green luftre of the fcales furvey, And with their forky tongue and pointlefs fting fhall pin Rife, crown'd with light, imperial Salem rife! Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes! See, a long race thy fpacious courts adorn; See future fons and daughters yet unborn, In crouding ranks on ev'ry fide arife, Demanding life, impatient for the skies! Cap. 60. ver. 3. See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars throng'd with proftrate kings, Cap. 60. ver. 6. And heap'd with products of Sabean fprings! For thee Idume's fpicy forefts blow,
Cap. 51. ver. 6. and Cap. 54.
And feeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.
See Heav'n its fparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day!
No more the rifing fun fhall gild the morn,
Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn,
But loft, diffolv'd in thy fuperior rays,
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze
O'erflow thy courts: The Light Himself shall shire
Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!
The feas fhall waite, the skies in fmoke decay,
Rocks fall to duft, and mountains melt away;
But fix'd His word, His faving pow'r remains;
Thy Realm for ever lafts, thy own Meffiah reigns.
Mrs. ROBINSON's Handkerchief, and Judge BULLER's Wig, a Fab.
By PETER PINDAR, Efquire.
Handkerchief, that long had prefs'd
The fnows of Laura's fwelling breaft,
O'er which fair fcene full many a longing lover,
With panting heart, and frequent fighs,
And pretty modeft leering eyes,
Had often, often been obferv'd to hover-
This Handkerchief to Kitty giv'n,
Was forc'd at length to leave its heav'n,
And enter a Jew clothes-man's ample bag-
O what a fad reverse, poor foul!
To fweat in fuch a horrid hole,
With ev'ry fort of dirty rag!
"Pray, who are you?" the plaintive 'Kerchief cry'd,
Perceiving a rough neighbour at her fide:
"You fmell as tho' your master was a pig
"What are you? tell me, ftinking creature!""Ma'am,"
The hairy neighbour grave replied, "I am
"The moit tremendous great Judge Buller's Wig."
"Indeed, Sir! O how chang'd our fate!
"How diff'rent were we both of late!
<< Now to be lodg'd in this vile place-
"What will become of us at last? O dear, Something more terrible than this, I fear! "Something that carries huge difgrace."
« Madam,” rejoin'd the Wig," don't cry;
"No cause you have indeed to figh;
"So truft for once a Wig's prophetic words→→→→
"My fate is to be juft the fame, I find;
"Still for a Scarecrow's head defign'd;
"To frighten all the thieves-the birds.
"But, luckier, you fo chang'd will rife,
"A fav'rite of ten thousand eyes;
"Not burnt (as you fuppos'd perhaps) to tinder;
"Chang'd to the whiteft paper-happy leaves,
"For him, the Bard who like a God conceives,
"The great, th' immortal Peter Pindar."
"La, Sir, then what a piece of news!
"God blefs, I fay, God blefs the Jews-
"I wish my dear miftrefs did but know it;
"Her hands then I fhall happy touch again;
"For Madam always did maintain
"That Mister Pindar was a charming Poet."
Monthly Regifter.
FOREIGN DEPARTMENT.
PARIS, Odober 3. S it becomes every day more difficult to guard the prifoners in the temple, on account of the measures which they concert together, and as the refponfibility of the council-general of the commons renders it neceffary for them to prevent them from efcaping, they have paffed the following decrees:
1. ThatLouis and Antoinette fhall be confined apart.
2. That each prifoner shall have a feparate apartment.
3. That their valet de chambre fhall be arrested.
4. That the citizen Hebert fhall be added to the five commiffioners already appointed.
5. The commiffioners are authorized to put in force the decree of September 29, and to deprive them of their filver plate and table equipage; and in a word, to take fuch fteps as they may think proper, to preferve these hoftages of the confpiracy of tyrants combined against the liberty of the republic.
Letter from General Dumourier.
St. Monehold, O&. 1. At length, my dear Servan, what I expected and predicted in my letters, has taken place. The Pruffians are in full retreat. The brave Buernonville, who has been ftiled, the French Ajax, has taken from them, during the two laft days, more than four hundred
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