“ Swift to the Congress with my freight
" I'll speed, and on their heads its weight

“ Souse with such skill and care ; 56 That Put'nAM, WASHINGTON beneath, “ And gasping Lee, shall wish to breathe

“ A pint of PRIESTLEY's air.

“ The deed is done, thy foes are dead,
“ No longer, ENGLAND, shalt thou dread

“ Such Presbyterian huffers:

Thy candle's radiance ne'er shall fade, ". With now and then a little aid

O FAIR-ONE, welcome to our scere,

Where FREEDOM waves her easy plumes; Where PLENTY holds her golden reign,

And triumphs in a thousand blooms !

Young Health shall meet thy steps at morn,

And lead thee through the breezy glade ; While NATURE's Minstrels, from the thorn,

Salute thy way from shade to shade.

And, hark ! old TWEED's exulting voice!

“ Tho' HEALTH and FREEDOM bless'd the “ And Plenty bade the vales rejoice, [groves,

“One Charm was wanting still !--the Loves !

“ But lo! to grace my verdant side,

“At length the smiling Guests appear ; “ To bid my stream exalt its pride,

“ And RAPTURE rule the rolling year.”

Such is the song of grateful TWEED;

And should the scene thy stay incline, Our DRYAD BANDS, the rural reed,

With all our shades, and grots, are thine.

A FAIRY TALE.

BY PARNELL.

IN THE ANCIENT ENGLISH STYLE.

IN Britain's isle, and Arthur's days, When midnight Fairies daunc'd the maze,

Liv'd EDWIN of the Green; EDWIN, I wis, a gentle youth, Endow'd with courage, sense, and truth,

Though badly shap'd he'd been.

His mountain back mote well be said,
To measure height against his head,

And lift itself above;
Yet, spite of all that Nature did
To make his uncouth form forbid,

This creature dar'd to love.

And from the corner where he lay He sits a hain profusely gay Come prankling o'er the place.

Parnelli Fairy Tale.