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Again, when Summer's milder reign Here while my dog, sagacious brute, Has clad in varied charms the plain, Quarters his ground with ceaseless Thou lov'st in streams to lave :
foot, Oft plunging from the river's side,
And questions every wind ; While Zephyrs rippled o'er its tide, Tho' he shall fail to find his game, I've found thee in the wave. No spot untried, to me the same,
Since thee I'm sure to find. And--for what fair was always true ? If-as to show how much thy due, Oft too, when morning's dusky sky
Thou for a time wert shy; Foretells that Reynard soon must die, Yet when through wilds and woods I Impatient for the race,
I'll haste unto the covert's side, I soon regain’d the nymph I lov’d, Where meet thy ruddy sons, thy pride, **'Twas but thy coquetry.
And woo thee in the chase.
The man that wins thee to his arms, Charm'd by these sports, if thou atMust sedulously court thy charms;
tend, Attention gains the prize. Sweet nymph! unto life's latest end, And if thou fly, let him pursue,
I ask not power, nor wealth:
If any one imagines poor
The man that's rich in health.
In search of wealth, renown;
For the Literary Magazine.
THOUGHTS ON APPARITIONS.
1 Scene- The Ruins of an ancient Castle. Tho'once with vigour blest :
Time-Midnight. In manhood's prime, a blasted sprite, YE spirits who inhabit worlds unUnmann'd, unnerv'd, a loathsome
Terrific spectres! whither are ye Each energy deprest.
flown? But, Dissipation, hence, adieu!
Oft have I heard, ye love at this dread The tavern feast, the bagnio's crew,
hour No more have charms for me ;
To haunt the ruin'd aisle, or moss. The gay debauch can please no more,
grown tow'r ; The drunken riot, midniglit roar,
To fit in shadowy forms along the The song with three times three.
Or stalk gigantic 'midst the gloomy Henceforth to rural haunts I go, Thro' summer's heat and winter's Yet here alone with silent steps I snow;
tread, Thy smiles, O let me share; Where broken walls their mouldering And thou, as well-known scenes I ruins spread; bail,
Where the cold ashes of the fair and Fresh strength with every breath ex great,
Vainly enshrin'd, repose in awful Once more shalt be my care.
Where the dark ivy clasps the embat. Then often in the morning's grey,
tled tow'r, While southern gales bring in the day, And lengthens out a while its final The unmark'd dew I'll tread:
hour ; I'll hie me to the new shorn fields, But all is still! no frightful ghost ap. Beat for the game their stubble
pears ; shields,
No ghastly phantom its huge form While yet on feed they're spread. prearsi
No white-rob'd spirit glides across the Yet shall I dread at this dark hour to gloom ;
rove, No hollow groan low mutters from Amid the solemn stillness of the the tomb ;
grove ; But death-like silence spreads an awe Or where the time-worn battlements profound,
arise, And Darkness Aings her sable mantle Or the proud turret low in ruin lies ? round.
I scorn the thought-assur'd that Then whither are these shadowy Sov’reign Pow'r spectres fled,
Governs alike the dark, or noon-tide That nightly guard the relics of the hour; dead?
And here as free from rude alarm I And where is pale-cheek'd Terror's stray, hideous train,
Amid these shades, as in the blaze of That o'er the midnight hour is said to reign ?
While to thy care, Othou Almighty
Friend! Ah! let grim fear and superstition By night, or day, my spirit Icommend.
tell A tale of horror from their murky
But oh! my heart delights while thus Where by the glimmering taper's I rove, pale-blue light,
To indulge the pleasing thought, that They pass, in sullen mood, the dreary
some I love,
Who now have gain'd the radiant seats Starting with frenzied looks at every of bliss, sound
Attend my wand'rings o'er a scene While visionary phantoms float around. like this. Yes--they may tell of deeds with hor. Oh yes--methinks I feel her presence ror fraught,
near, And dreadful sights that mock the la. Whose memory claims affection's bouring thought;
grateful tear; Yet will I scorn the vain deluding Whose form so much beloved, hath tale,
still the pow'r, Nor let their voice o'er Reason's self With sweetest smiles to cheer the prevail.
darkest hour : But can I still a hardy sceptic stand, Dost thou, indeed, my lonely steps Rejecting truths rever'din every land; attend, While undisputed facts their force And o'er me now with kind compas. unite,
sion bend; To prove that spirits haunt the shades Anxious with all a mother's love t'imof night?
part Ah no! I must submit-I plead in A balm to soothe the sorrows of my vain
heart? Imagination's wild despotic reign; Might I indulge the wish that thou Or say that Fear by Fancy's magic aid
wert near; May fill with airy forms the dubious Blest Spirit! might I now behold thee shade;
here ; And bid the trembling heart, in man- Such as thou art, array'd in garments hood's spite,
bright Start from a wavering bush with pale Or such as memory views with fond affright.
delight : Yes-'tis in vain! for while with sad I dare believe, my heart with glad surprise
surprise O’er many a dreadful legend Pity Would linger here till morning beams
arise ; Some well-attested facts the mind with strong desire that gentle voice perceives,
to hear, And with discriminating power-bea Whose kindness oft hath charm'd my lieves.
And, fraught with tenderest love, hath Not 80 Heav'n's fav'rite bird that lull'd to rest
wields The little sorrows of my youthful The weapons of Columbia's ire,
And every dear-bought interest shields It must not be! I look around in vain; From mad Ambition's fire ; Darkness profound, and awful silence While time rolls on the passing hours,
Her flight the world shall awe, O’er all this gloomy scene, which
And widely spread seems to lie
The olive's shade, Entomb'd beneath the sable vaulted To shelter Liberty and Law.
sky, Oh! when shall this imprison'd soul
of mine Burst from its dark abode with pow'rs For the Literary Magazine.
divine, And meet with those I love, on that
THE IVY-SEAT. blest shore, Where sorrow, pain, and death are
From Bayley'. Poems. known no more. Oh ! let my soul with hopeful patience Tamen ego illa moveor exedra
say, “ Thy will be done !" and wait that
sedeque ipsa desiderari illam vo
cem puto.-CICERO, Lib. y. de Fini. awful day,
bus. Proem. That bids my spirit wing its won.
d'rous fight, From this dark world to realms of
AH what may be the secret spell
That bids my heart so, fondly swell purest light;
Whene'er I pass that Ivy-seat ! With rapturous joy, to share the glo.
While lingers my reverted eye rious prize Of immortality beyond the skies!
About those beeches, wherefore fly
The life-drops through my frame
with quickening beat ?
Like others fenced with ivy round?
Are not those trees like other trees?
Or, when it fans them, does the COLUMBIA'S' EAGLE.
· Pour through their branches an LET England's Lion boast his pow'r, unusual sound ?
Let Gallia's Cock defiance crow; Columbia's Eagle n'er shall cow'r Yes-other seats like that I've seen To any foreign foe.
Girt with a tangled ivy-skreen, With equal ease, aloft she waves
Their crooked arms with ivy The branch of peace, or shafts of war,
bound; And wafts the fame
Those beeches are like other trees, Of Freedom's name
And, as it passes by, the breeze To lands enslaved and realms afar. Pours through their branches no
unusual sound. Once could the Roman eagle soar
Beyond the reach of human eye; Then wherefore, when I pass that But now she plumes her wing no
Throbs every pulse with quick’ning No more invades the sky;
beat? For Freedom tied, and with her bore Why is my hand upon my heart ? The eagle's pow'r, the eagle's sway; Why do I watch with eager gaze Her wing's are weak,
The trembling of those beechen And dull her beak,
sprays ? Her name no more shall strike dismay. Why linger here, unwilling to des
There is a maid, a gentle maid, Smiling, her rosy lips she stirred,
Could I perceive, or whispered
And then her eyes she turned from And once, it was a pleasant day,
yon tall beech. The sweetest of a jocund May, And thousand blossoms bloomed the And oh, the look! when from that while,
tree When, on that ivy-seat reclined, At length she turned her eyes on me! To peace and softness all my mind That look may never pass away; I rendered up, most happy in her E'en now it works upon my mind, smile.
And in its magic I shall find Then, as the gentle maid stood near
Subject and food for many a future And bent on me her looks, then clear
. day. The blackbird sung ; perched on a
Therefore though many a silent nook. spray Of yon tall beech he sweetly sung :
Among the hazels by the brook, The maid with mute attention hung
In dingle or sequestered grove ;
Though many a grot and silent dell On every note that sounded in his lay.
I know, where mossy couches swell, And that sweet warbling, in her face Oh, far beyond them all, that seat Called up a new and lively grace,
I love. . That warbling moulded every look; And feelings born of sound bid rise When there I sit, some secret power Soft radiance in her kindling eyes, Keeps me fast chained from hour to And all her frame with sweet emo.
hour; tion shook.
I cannot tear myself away; Then in each feature I could see
When I would rise, some winning
thought The workings of that sympathy,
With force of subtlest magic fraught The silent joy that o'er her stole. Then still I sat, no word I spoke,
Fixes me down, and holds me with No sound or motion from me broke
its sway. That might disturb the quiet of her
And therefore when I pass that seat, soul.
Throbs every pulse with quickening And when the bird had sung his lay, beat; He left the beech's topmost spray, Therefore my hand is on my heart;
And as he flew he chattered shrill; Therefore I watch with eager gaze Yet still her eyes the maiden raised The trembling of those beechen To yon tall beech, yet still she gazed sprays,
As though the bird sat there and And singer here unwilling to de .. warbled still.
part. VOL. VIII. NO, XLVI.
MARRIAGES AND DEATHS.
At BALTIMORE, on Thursday, At PHILADELPHIA, on the 17th June 18, by the Rev. George Towof June, by the Rev. Joseph Pilmore, ers, Mr. John Morris, to miss EleaJohn A. M Cutchen, of Philadelphia, nor Israel, both of Harrison county, merchant, to miss Eliza L. Drean, Virginia. of Loudon county, Virginia.
On Thursday evening, July 2, by On the 30th of June, at friends' the Rev. Dr. Rattoon, Mr. Daniel meeting, Mr. Ephraim Haines, to Charles Heath, of Philadelphia, to Mrs. Ann Brown, both of Philadel. miss Eliza M'Kinn, daughter of
Alexander M Kinn, Esq. On Thursday evening, July 2, by At New York, on Saturday, July the Rev Mr. Myers, Mr. Frederick 16, by the Rev. Mr. Lyell, Mr. ThoHyneman, jun., of Philadelphia, to mas Scott, to miss Margaret Lentz, miss Mary Warner, of the Northern• daughter of Mr. Frederick Lentz.. Liberties.
On Sunday morning, July 5, W. On Friday evening, July 3, by the S. Brooks, of Boston, to miss EleaRev. Mr. Janeway, doctor William nor Forman, of Monmouth, New Insley, of Chester, Delaware coun- Jersey. ty, to miss Mary Ann How, of Phi. At PERTH AMBOY, on Sunday, ladelphia.
July 19, by the Rev. Mr. Jones, capOn Thursday, July 9, by the Rev. tain Ward Blackler, to miss Mary Mr. Myers, Mr John Bazier, to miss Orne Lewis, daughter of the late Sarah Ann Freeman, daughter of Thomas Lewis, Esq., of Marble. captain Benjamin Freeman, all of head. Philadelphia.
At SAVANNAH, on the 9th of July, On the 11th of July, by the Rev. by the Rev. Mr. Garnet, Mr. JonaDr. Blackwell, Mr. James Gardiner, than Golding, of Liberty county, jun., to miss Eliza Grover, daughter Georgia, to Mrs. Rhoda Boswell, of of John Grover, Esq., all of South- Savannah. wark.
DIED, On Tuesday evening, July 14, by At PHILADELPHIA, on the night the Rev. Dr. Alexander, Mr. Sa of the 22d June, in the fourteenth muel Moss, merchant, to miss Elean- year of her age, miss Margaretta or Tittermary Mercer, daughter of Leamy, eldest daughter of John captain Robert Mercer, all of Phi. Leamy, Esq., of Philadelphia. ladelphia.
On the morning of the 27th June, On Thursday evening, July 16, hy of a consumption, Charles Seitz, the the Rev. Mr. Abercrombie, Mr. only son of Mrs. Charlotte Seitz, Zachariah Irick, to miss Catharine aged seventeen years. He susBabe, both of Philadelphia.
tained the progress of a lingering On July 23, by the Rev. Dr. Green, illness with a degree of fortitude lieutenant J. Bagley, of Newbury- superior to his years. His dissoluport, to miss Clarissa Stillass, daugh. tion was calm and serene, relying ter of the late Mr. Stillass, merwith implicit confidence in the mechant of Philadelphia.
rits and mercies of his Saviour. The On Sunday evening, July 17, by loss of a dutiful son and an affectionthe Rev. Dr. Myers, Mr. Samuel ate brother, who bade fair to be the Elfrey, to miss Margaret Shell, both joy and protection of a widowed of the Northern Liberties.
mother, declining in the 6 vale of On Thursday evening, July 21, by years," and of three defenceless the Rev. Mr. Myer, Mr. David Da sisters, is irreparably, and must be vis, to miss Sarah Gering, both of exquisitely felt. Philadelphia
On Sunday, July 12, in the forty