And many a rose-leaf, cull'd by Love, Yes, yes, I read that ready eye, Which answers when the tongue is loth, Thou likest the form of either tie, And hold'st thy playful hands for both. Ah!-if there were not something wrong, The world would see them blended oft; The Chain would make the Wreath so strong! The Wreath would make the Chain so soft! Then might the gold, the flow'rets be Sweet fetters for my love and me! . But, Fanny, so unblest they twine, And all their glow, their tints, are faded! Sweet Fanny, what would Rapture do, When all her blooms had lost their grace? Might she not steal a rose or two From other wreaths, to fill their place?— Oh! better to be always free, Than thus to bind my love to me. THE timid girl now hung her head, Along her brow's divine expanse. That ever look'd in Fanny's eyes! The wreath, my life, the wreath shall be The tie to bind my soul to thee! ΤΟ AND hast thou mark'd the pensive shade That many a time obscures my brow, 'Midst all the blisses, darling maid, Which thou canst give, and only thou? Oh! 't is not that I then forget The endearing charms that round me twineThere never throbb'd a bosom yet Could feel their witchery, like mine! When bashful on my bosom hid, Oh! these are minutes all thine own, For I have thought of former hours, When he who first thy soul possess'd, Like me awaked its witching powers, Like me was loved, like me was blest! Upon his name thy murmuring tongue For him-yet why the past recal Thou 'rt now my own, I clasp thee all, Forgive me, dearest, oh! forgive; I would be first, be sole to thee; Thou shouldst but have begun to live The hour that gave thy heart to me. Thy book of life till then effaced, EPISTLE VI. TO LORD VISCOUNT FORBES. FROM THE CITY OF WASHINGTON. Και μη θαυμασηις μητ' ει μακροτέραν γεγραφα την επιτολήν, μηδ' ει τι περιεργότερον η πρεσβυτικω τερον ειρηκαμεν εαυτή. ISOCRAT. Epist. iv. IF former times had never left a trace Oh! nothing but that soul which God has given, Even here, beside the proud Potowmac's stream, Might sagess still pursue the flattering theme Of days to come, when man shall conquer Fate, Oh golden dream! what soul that loves to scan Already has the child of Gallia's school, Oh! were these errors but the wanton tide Long has the love of gold, that meanest rage Already in this free, this virtuous state, memorial may be found in PORCUPINE's Works, vol. i, p. 279. It remains a striking monument of republican intrigue on one side, and republican profligacy on the other; and I would recommend the perusal of it to every honest politician who may labour under a moment's delusion with respect to the purity of American patriotism. Nous voyons que dans les pays où l'on n'est affecté que de l'esprit de commerce, on trafique de toutes les actions humaines et de toutes les vertus morales. - MONTESQUIEU, de l'Esprit des Lois, liv. 20. chap. 2. Thus Monse: Here the sciences and the arts of civilized life are to receive their highest improvements: here civil and religious I trust I shall not be suspected of a wish to justify those arbiliberty are to flourish, unchecked by the cruel band of civil or co-trary steps of the English government which the Colonies found it clesiastical tyranny; here genius, aided by all the improvements of former ages, is to be exerted in humanizing mankind, in expanding and enriching their minds with religious and philosophical knowledge, etc. etc. p. 56g. What will be the old age of this government, if it is thus early decrepit! Such was the remark of FAUCET, the French minister at Philadelphia, in that famous dispatch to his government which was intercepted by one of our cruizers in the year 1794. This curious so necessary to resist; my only object here is to expose the selfish motives of some of the leading American demagogues. The most persevering enemy to the interests of this country amongst the politicians of the western world, has been a Virginian merchant, who, finding it easier to settle his conscence than his debts, was one of the first to raise the standard against Great Britain, and has ever since endeavoured to revenge upon the whole country the obligations which he lies under to a few of its merchants. Have proved at length the mineral's tempting hue, The brute made ruler and the man made brute! 1 See PORCUPINE's Account of the Pensylvania Insurrection in 1794. In short, see Porcupine's works throughout, for ample corroboration of every sentiment which I have ventured to express. In saying this, I refer less to the comments of that writer, than to the occurrences which he has related and the documents which he has preserved. Opinion may be suspected of bias, but facts speak for themselves. * In Virginia the effects of this system begin to be felt rather seriously. While the master raves of liberty, the slave cannot but catch the contagion, and accordingly there seldom elapses a month without some alarm of insurrection amongst the negroes. The accession of Louisiana, it is feared, will increase this embarrassment, as the numerous emigratious, which are expected to take place from the southern states to this newly-acquired territory, will considerably diminish the white population, and thus strengthen the proportion of negroes to a degree which must ultimately be ruinous. Che con le lor bujie pajon divini. MAURO D'ARCANO. I DO confess, in many a sigh Nay-look not thus, with brow reproving; If half we swear to think and do, And now, my gentle hints to clear, BLEST infant of eternity! Before the day-star learn'd to move, Love and Psyche are here considered as the active and passive principles of creation, and the universe is supposed to have received its first harmonizing impulse from the nuptial sympathy between these two powers. A marriage is generally the first step in cosmogony. Timaus held Form to be the father, and Matter the mother of the World; Elion and Berouth, I think, are Sanchoniatbo's first spiritual lovers, and Manco-Capac and his wife introduced creation amongst the Peruvians. In short, Harlequin seems to have studied cosmogonies, when he said tutto il mondo è fatto come la nostra famiglia.. Yet, yet, when Friendship sees thee trace, On which her eye delights to rest; While o'er the lovely look serene, The smile of peace, the bloom of youth, The cheek, that blushes to be seen, The eye, that tells the bosom's truth; While o'er each line, so brightly true, She feels the value of thy art, And owns it with a purer zeal, A rapture, nearer to her heart Than critic taste can ever feel! THE PHILOSOPHER ARISTIPPUS.' TO A LAMP WHICH WAS GIVEN HIM BY LAIS. Dulcis conscia lectuli lucerna. MARTIAL. lib. xiv. epig. 39. On! love the Lamp (my mistress said), The faithful lamp that, many a night, Beside thy Lais' lonely bed Has kept its little watch of light! Full often has it seen her weep, And fix her eye upon its flame, Till, weary, she has sunk to sleep, Repeating her beloved's name! . Oft has it known her cheek to burn Then love the Lamp-'t will often lead Thy step through Learning's sacred way; And, lighted by its happy ray, Whene'er those darling eyes shall read It was not very difficult to become a philosopher amongst the ancients. A moderate store of learning, with a considerable portion of confidence, and wit enough to produce an occasional apophthegm, were all the necessary qualifications for the purpose. The principles of moral science were so very imperfectly understood, that the founder of a new sect, in forming his ethical code, might consult either fancy or temperament, and adapt it to his own passions and propensities; so that Mahomet, with a little more learning, might have flourished as a philosopher in those days, and would have required but the polish of the schools to become th· rival of Aristippus, in morality. In the science of nature, too, though they discovered some valuable truths, yet they seemed not to know they were truths, or at least were as well satisfied with errors; and Xenophanes, who asserted that the stars were igneous clouds, lighted up every night and extinguished again in the morning, was thought and styled a philosopher, as generally as he who anticipated Newton in developing the arrangement of the universe. For this opinion of Xenophanes, see Plutarch. de Placit. Philos. lib. ii, cap. 13. It is impossible to read this treatise of Plutarch without alternately admiring and smiling at the genius, the absurdities of the philosophers. Thy flame shall light the page refined, Where still we catch the Chian's breath, Where still the bard, though cold in death, Has left his burning soul behind! Or, o'er thy humbler legend shine, Oh man of Ascra's dreary glades! 2 To whom the nightly-warbling Nine 3 Pluck'd from the greenest tree that shades The Chrystal of Castalia's wave. "T is thus my heart shall learn to know I'll tell thee, as I trim thy fire, Swift, swift the tide of being runs, The ancients had their lucernæ cubiculariæ, or bed-chamber lamps, which, as the Emperor GALIENUS said, nil cras meminere ;and with the same commendation of secresy, Praxagora addresses her lamp, in ARISTOPHANES, Exxàng. We may judge how fanciful they were in the use and embellishment of their lamps, from the famous symbolic Lucerna which we find in the Romanum Museum MICH. ANG. CAUSEI, p. 137. HESIOD, who tells us in melancholy terms of his father's flight to the wretched village of Ascra. Εργ. και Ημερ. ν. 151. 3 Εννυχίαι ςείχον, περικαλλέα όσσαν ιείται.--Theog. V. 10. 4 Και μοι σκήπτρον εδόν, δαφνης εριθήλεα οζον.— Id. v. 3o. 5 'Ρει» τα όλα ποταμού δίκην, ως expressed among the dogmas of HERACLITUS the Ephesian, and with the same image by SENECA, in whom we find a beautiful diffusion of the thought:■ Nemo est mane qui fuit pridie. Corpora nostra rapiuntur fluminum more; quicquid vides currit cum tempore. Nihil ex his quæ videmus manet. Ego ipse, dum loquor mutari ipsa, mutatus sum,» etc. |