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For there are scenes, though mark'd on / These, these forbid the feeling heart to roam, childhood's page,
These bind my footsteps to my native home.' Whence flows a charm beyond the waste
But can SecLUSION chase the demon's Evoke its trainsmevoke its noisy fports, reign, Its breezy woodwalks, and its green re When madness settles on the burning brain? forts,
Say, can her art each fübtler instinct guide, Round which the little heroes fondly prest That buoys the WILL on frenzy's fever'd To catch with eager ear the circling jeit, tide ? Or feats of pith, to every truant known, Through the fine nerves each thrilling Amus'd the crowd and won the vicior's touch dispense,
That links the motions of disorder'd sense ? How bright their tints in swift proceßion Vain were the toil ; fhe boasts no potent pars,
charm Secn through the distant glimpie of mem To cool distraction, or its rage disarm ; ory's glass. Still muft the maniac figh, by wo opprest
Till passion flumbers in the grave's cold rest. Ask the wan hermit why he wonts to Yet shall her power some feoret peace im.
part, In deep soliloquies his leafless grove, Some moral solace to the wilder'd heart, To hold strange converse with the pausing With temp’ring sweetness healing balm gale,
disclose, And list its echoing fobs along the vale : And soften grief, though not restore rem – Here, will he say, to Heaven and peace pose.
resign'd, Mild contemplation soothes my fadden'd Once did the old Monk tell his simple mind ;
tale, Here the fond scene, where every pastime As erst I wander'd round CHAMOUNI'S
grew, When fancy sported, for my life was new; Thin scatter'd locks with filver luftre play'd Still loves mine eye the weedy path to trace, O'er his wan cheeks and secret care be.. Where every evening knew the rival race, tray'd ; And as the light ball tripp'd the flow'ry In tender accents flow'd his honied speech, way,
Alike the heart to mend, the mind to teach; Loud bursts of laughter cheer'd declining And as he spoke of all, his spirit felt day.
The griefs that harrow, and the joys that These all are loft--yet, while I linger near, Soft notes of music fleep along mine ear, He seem'd fonie seraph from the pitying And the freed fpirits, partners of my youth, sky, Whisper in tones of love the words of trut). To link the hallow'd trains of sympathy,
Oler For the COLUMBIAN Phenis. LINES, penned by an amiable and affeaionate Sifter, upon the Death of a
beloved Brother, Mr. PAUL DUDLEY SARGENT, jun, who was drowned in the fearful Storm of November 20, 1798, while on his Passage from Sullivan to Boston. Publiked at the Request of a Friend. WHEN heroes fall; and baughty ty. Then shall the milder virtues rept unfung? rants die,
Each dear remembrance with our years Their decds are echo'd by the voice of decay?
A brother ficep the oblivious dead among, Howe'er deferv'd, their praise is founded Unmark'd by the soft tributary lay?
higa, And venal barus immortalize their Faiu wouid my heart do justice to thy
But ah! unequal will my numbers prove, There mourn with heartfeit pangs thy hapTo fing in faithful strains thy spotless truth, less lot, Thy filial virtue and fraternal love. Then should each paling gale thy re
quiem fing If rectitude, the guardian of thy breast, If fondest love, if fervent prayers could Short was thy journey through this vale of save,
tears, Our parents had not now, by grief opprest, Painful thy exit from these scenes of care, Pour'd their lorn' sorrows o'er thy early But Heaven beyond the opening cloud ap
pears, Yet shall remembrance still delight to dwell
And joys eternal will attend thee there. On the fair prospect of thy opening bloom, 'Our few short years will quickly pass away, And oft in faddeít strains shall pity tell When we shall join thee on that blissful Thy hapless fate and thy untimely doom!
One moment there will every toil repay, For thou wert loft upon a friendless thore,
Nor shall we fear to be divided more. Thrown on the beach by the receding wave,
This thought should soothe each grief and No kindred eye to drop the pitying tear,
dry each tear, Or ligh of grief to mark thy diftant grave! Mild resignation should with peace at
tend, Qh ! could I visit the fequefter'd fpot, To teach our hearts with fortitude to bear And o'er thee strew the faireit flowers of Those ills which foon in bliss supreme Spring,
will end. Sullivan, 1799.
(FROM POMIRIT'S POEMS) IF Heav'n the grateful liberty would give, Mat grant his fancy does the best excci: That I might choose my method how His thoughts so tender, and express'd so to live ;
[fense, And all thofe hours propitious Fate should With all those moderns, men of steady În blissful ease and satisfaction spend ; Esteem'd for learning and for eloquence, Near some fair town I'd have a private seat, In some of these, as fancy should advise, Built uniform, not little, nor too great : I'd always take my morning exercise : Better, if on a rising ground it stood; For sure no minutes bring us more content, On this fide fields, on that a neighb‘ring Than those in pleasing, uteful studies spent. wood.
I'd have a clear and competent estate, It should within no other things contain, That I might live genteelly, but not great : But what are useful, necessary, plain : As much as I could moderately spend; Methinks 'tis nauseous, and I'd ne'er endure A little more, sometimes t'oblige a friend. The needless pomp of gaudy furniture. Nor should the sons of poverty repine A little garden, grateful to the eye ; Too much at fortune, they should taste of And a cool rivulet run murm'ring by :
mine ; On whose delicious banks a stately row And all that objects of true pity were, Of shady limes, or fycamores should grow.
Should be reliev'd with what my wants At th' end of which a silent study plac'd,
could spare ; Should be with all the nobleit authors For that our Maker has too largely giv'n, grac'd :
Should be return'd in gratitude to Heav'n, Horace and Virgil, in whose mighty lines A frugal plenty should my table spread; Immortal wit, and solid learning, shines ; With healthy, not luxurious, dishes fed : Sharp Juvenal, and am'rous Ovid too, Enough to satisfy, and something more, Who allthe turns of love's soft passion knew: To feed the stranger, and the neighb'ring He that with judgment reads his charming
Strong meat indulges vice, and pamp'ring In which strong art with stronger nature
food joins, Crcatcs discafes, and infames the blood.
But what's sufficient to make nature strong, As witty nymphs in conversation give And the bright lamp of life continue long, Near some obliging, modest fair to live: I'd freely take; and as I did possess, For there's that sweetness in a female mind, The bounteous Author of my plenty bless. Which in a man's we cannot hope to find;
I'd have a little vault, but always storid That, by a secret, but a powerful art, With the best wines each vintage could Winds up the spring of life, and does afford.
impart Wine whets the wit, improves its native Fresh vital heat to the transported heart. force,
I'd have her reason all her passions sway: And gives a pleasant flavour to difcourse : Easy in company, in private gay : By making all our spirits debonair, Coy to a fop, to the deserving free; Throws off the lees, the fediment of care. Still constant to herself, and just to me. But as the greatest blelling Heaven lends, A foul she sfiould have for great actions fit; May be debauch'd, and ferve.ignoble ends; Prudence and wisdom to direct her wit : So, but too oft, the grape's refreshing juice, Courage to look bold danger in the face; Does many mischievous effects produce. No fear, but only to be proud, or base ; My house should no fuch rude diforders Quick to advise, by an emergence press’d, know,
To give good counsel, or to take the belt. As from high drinking consequently flow; I'd have the expression of her thoughts be Nor would I use what was so kindly giv'n,
(much: To the dishonour of indulgent Heaven. She might not seem reserv'd, nor talk too If any neighbour came, he should be free, That shews a want of judgment, and of Us'd with respect, and not uneasy be, In my retreat, or to himself or me. More than enough is but impertinence. What freedom, prudence, and right reason Her conduct regular, her mirth refind; give,
Civil to strangers, to her neighbours kind: All men may, with impunity, receive : Averse to vanity, revenge and pride ; But the least swerving from their rule's In all the methods of deceit untry'd; too much;
So faithful to her friend, and good to all, For what's forbidden us, 'tis death to touch. Na censure might upon her acions fall:
That life may be more comfortable yet, Then would e'en envy be compell’d to say, And all my joys refin’d, sincere and great; She goes the least of womankind aftray. I'd choose two friends, whose company To this fair creature I'd fometimes retire, would be
Her conversation would new joys inspire; A great advance to my felicity :
Give life an edge so keen, no furly care Well born of humours suited to my own, Would venture to assault my soul, or dare Discreet, and men as well as books have Near my retseat to hide one secret snare. known :
But so divine, so noble a repast Brave, gen'rous, witty, and exactly free I'd seldom, and with moderation taste : From loose behaviour or formality : For highest cordials all their virtue lose, Airy and prudent; merry, but not light; By a too frequent and too bold a use ; Quick in discerning, and in judging right; And what would cheer the spirits in distress; Secret they should be, faithful to their trust; Ruins our health when taken to excess. In reas’ning cool, ftrong, temperate and just: I'd be concern'd in no litigious jar; Obliging, open, without husling, brave; Belov'd by all, not vainly popular. Brisk in gay talking, and in fober, grave : Whate'er aslistance I had power to bring, Close in dispute, but not tenacious; try'd T'oblige my country, or to serve my king, By solid reason, and let that decide : Whene'er they call, I'd readily afford Not prone to luft, revenge, of envious hate; My tongue, my pen, my counsel, and my Nor busy meddlers with intrigues of state:
sword. Strangers to flander, and sworn foes to spite; Law-suits I'd fun, with as much studious Not quarrelsome, but-stout enough to fight;
care, Loyal, and pious friends to Cerar; true, As I would dens where hungry lions are ; As dying martyrs, to their Maker too. And rather put up injuries, than be In their fociety I could not miss
A plague to him who'd be a plague to me: A permanent, sincere, substantial blifs. I value quiet at a price too great, Would bounteous Heaven once more in To give for my revenge so dear dulge, I'd choose
For what do we by all our bustle gain, For who would so much satisfaction lose, Put counterfeit delight for real pain,
V Heav'n a date of many yearswould give, But by a filent and a peaceful death,
THE PHILOSOPHY OF AN HERO.
[Writtsn bong the King of Prusia.] BY cherub hope the bofom fir'd, From colds and illness to defend, Supports a lover's ardent pains;
A blazing fire in little room ; Zeal is by recompense inspir'd,
In little glatses good old wine, And pow'r authority maintains.
Wherewith my chosen friends to treat; The weak by prudence Atrength o’erthrows, And epicures love well to dine Credit by probity is gain'd,
On little plates of richest meat: While heav'n born health from temp'rance And thus with all my reason am I taught,
Too much of any ng is good for naught. And wit is by contempt fustain'd : Too much reit our genius dulls, By ease the blessings of content we gain, 'Too much love difturbs the brain, And ease by fair economy obtain.
Too much learning makes us fools, An even foul, and gentle mind,
Too much business gives us pain. A soft, bewitching nameless grace, Too much phyfic makes us worse, vakue more in womankind
From too much cunning cheating grows, Than all the beauties of the face. Too much vigour is a curle, I love the author who declares
From too much füving av'rice fows. The honeft truth, in humble style, Too much cowage makes us rash, Before the man who artful dares
From too much riches trouble springs With specious words our ears beguile. Too great honours are but trash, Would'it thou be happy, then this truth Too much pleasure fickness brings. believe,
By too much confidence we lose; Virtue will joys impart, when science will From too much wit what mischiess rise; deceive.
Too much freedon's an abuse, Health before riches I admire,
Too much good nature is not wise ; And friendship more than weak ey'd Too much politeness is a thrall, pity;
Yet all these things we blefings call.
But if we rightly will attend,
And over ev'ry thing prevails ;
Nothing makes us dangers dare, A little lass who well can love :
Nothing makes us oft despair ; These are the things can real joy impart, On nothing all our efforts turn, And fill with soft content the human heart. For nothing oft our bofoms burn; Give me, when winter snows descend, War from nothing springs; and love,
And storms confine me to my home, ". All thy joys a nothing prove.
PARIS. which will either envelope her in blood, EN. Rochambeau is restored to rank, or blow off for a sunshine of general peace.
and is made governor of Guadaloupe, The era of Buonaparte will be an era of by Buonaparte.
importance in the history of marvellous A great and portentous cloud hangs
The preparations of France, at over the combined. powers of Europe, this moment, are immense; her military
establishinents, this campaign, exceed by illustrious commanders. Then, the meine far cho formur. The coalesced powers have ory of heroes was intrusted to orators 1afered confiderably by the lecellion of the whose genius gave immortality. Now, Kuliars; of course the Gallic arms will military glory shines with lustre (éclat); enjoy a great advantage they did not pof- and in every country the glory of the fine seis the last year; and uniets the King of arts is shrouded in darkness. My voice is Prussia, roused by approaching danger, too fecule to be heard on an occasion fo should join the general contest, Austria solemn and momentous, and so new to will be in danger of receiving a deadly But as that voice is pure; as it has blow.
never flattered any species of tyranny; it Expressions of the “ Black Prince" Touf has never been rendered unworthy of cel. faint breathe the warmest friendship for ebrating heroism and virtue. the United States, and acknowledgments Nevertheless, these funeral and military for naval asistance, received by authority. honours will speak to all hearts; it needs
On the day appointed by Buonaparte not the aid of speech, to raise trong and for the commemoration of Washington's undefcribable emotions. The niourning death, it is faid a very large and respecta- which the First Conful orders for WASHble concowte of citizens and foraign min- INGTON, declares to France that WasaSitters attended, among whom were our INGTON's example is not loft. It is less for Envoys. We have the pleasure of pre the illustrious general, than for the benefenting our readers the Oration, delivered facior and the friend of a great people, on the occasion, which we contider a mode that the crape of mourning now covers el of eloquence.
our banners and the uniform of our warriors. Neither do we prepare that un
meaning pomp, so contrary to policy and FUNERAL ORATION.
humanity, in which infult is offered to huDelivered in the Temple of Mars,Feb.8,1800, manity, contempt to venerable ruins, and
calumny to the tomb. Every exalted idea, BY LOUIS FONTANES.
every useful truth, is seen in this asienibly. FRANCE, unbiassed by those narrow I speak before warriors, the honourable prejudices which exiit between nations, praises of a warrior, firm in adversity, model and admiring virtue wherever it be found, in victory, and bumane in every stage of foro decrees this tribute of respect to the manes Before the ministers of the French of WASHINGTON. At this moment she con Republic, I speak the praises of a man tributes to the discharge of a debt due by whom ambition never swayed, and whose zwo nations. No government, whatever every care tended to the welfare of his form it bears, or whatever opinion it holds, country; a man, unlike others who have can refuse its respect to this great father of changed empires, lived in peace in his naliberty. The people who so lately stigma- tive land; that land which he had freed, tized WASHINGTON as a rebel, regard even and in which he had held the highest rank; the enfranchisement of America, as one of and died as a simple individual. those events consecrated by history and An affecting piece associates the fhade of by past ages. Such is the veneration ex Franklin with the eulogy of WASHINGcited by great characters. The American
TON, and recalls to mind the amiable virrevolution, the cotemporary of our own, is tues of that fage fo celebrated in France, fixed forever.o.Wafinington began it with whom pofterity will regard as the brother energy, and finished it with moderation of the hero of America. He knew how to maintain it, pursuing al. In that piece, the orator finds tints pf a ways the prosperity of his country; and finer hue, to paint the virtues of the hero. this aim alone can juftify at the tribunal of “ WASHINGTON," says he, "offers exthe Most High, enterprizes fo extraordi- amples not less worthy of imitation, nary.
Amidst all the disorders of camps, amidst To speak the Eulogỹ of the hero of all the excesses inseparable from a civil America, requires the sublimest eloquence war, humanity took refuge in his tent, and of the first of orators...I reflect with sen was never repulsed. In triumph and in timents of admiration, that this temple, defeat, he was always as tranquil as wilornamented with the trophies of valour, dom, as finiple as virtue.
The finer feels was raised up in an age of genius, an age ings of the heart never abandoned him, which produced as many great writers as even in those moments when his own in