4 Thefe, thefe forbid the feeling heart to ream, These bind my footsteps to my native home.' But can SECLUSION chafe the demon's reign, When madness fettles on the burning brain? Say, can her art each fubtler inftinct guide, That buoys the WILL on frenzy's fever'd tide ? Through the fine nerves each thrilling touch difpenfe, That links the motions of diforder'd fenfe? Vain were the toil; fhe boasts no potent charm To cool distraction, or its rage difarm Some moral folace to the wilder'd heart, With temp'ring fweetness healing balm difclofe, And soften grief, though not restore repofe. Once did the old MONK tell his fimple tale, As erft I wander'd round CHAMOUNI'S vale ; Thin scatter'd locks with filver luftre play'd O'er his wan cheeks and fecret care be tray'd; In tender accents flow'd his honied fpeech, He feem'd fome feraph from the pitying íky, To link the hallow'd trains of fympathy, For the COLUMBIAN PHENIX. LINES, penned by an amiable and affectionate 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 Paffage from Sullivan to Boston. Published at the Requeft of a Friend. But ah! unequal will my numbers prove, If rectitude, the guardian of thy breast, Our parents had not now, by grief oppreft, grave! Yet fhall remembrance ftill delight to dwell Thy hapless fate and thy untimely doom! For thour wert loft upon a friendlefs fhore, wave, No kindred eye to drop the pitying tear, Qh! could I vifit the fequefter'd fpot, THE CHOICE. [FROM POMFRET'S POEMS.] IF Heav'n the grateful liberty would give, It should within no other things contain, Horace and Virgil, in whofe mighty lines In which strong art with stronger nature Muft grant his fancy does the best excel: I'd have a clear and competent estate, And all that objects of true pity were, could fpare; For that our Maker has too largely giv'n, poor. Strong meat indulges vice, and pamp'ring food Creates diseases, and inflames the blood. But But what's fufficient to make nature strong, Wine whets the wit, improves its native force, And gives a pleasant flavour to difcourfe: By making all our fpirits debonair, Throws off the lees, the fediment of care. As from high drinking confequently flow; All men may, with impunity, receive: For what's forbidden us, 'tis death to touch. That life may be more comfortable yet, And all my joys refin'd, fincere and great; I'd choose two friends, whofe company would be A great advance to my felicity: Brave, gen'rous, witty, and exactly free For who would fo much fatisfaction lofe, As witty nymphs in conversation give?) Fresh vital heat to the transported heart. More than enough is but impertinence. To this fair creature I'd fometimes retire, Her converfation would new joys infpire; Give life an edge fo keen, no furly care Would venture to affault my foul, or dare Near my retreat to hide one fecret fnare. But fo divine, so noble a repaft I'd feldom, and with moderation tafte: For highest cordials all their virtue lose, By a too frequent and too bold a use; And what would cheer the fpirits in diftrefs, Ruins our health when taken to excefs. I'd be concern'd in no litigious jar; Belov'd by all, not vainly popular. Whate'er afliftance I had power to bring, T'oblige my country, or to ferve my king, Whene'er they call, I'd readily afford My tongue, my pen, my counsel, and my fword. Law-fuits I'd fhun, with as much studious care, As I would dens where hungry lions are; Heav'n a date of many years would give, Thus I'd in pleasure, eafe, and plenty, live: And as I near approach'd the verge of life, Some kind relation (for I'd have no wife) Should take upon him all my worldly care, Whilft I did for a better ftate prepare. Then I'd not be with any trouble vex'd, Nor have the evening of my days perplex'd; But by a filent and a peaceful death, Then would my exit fo propitious be, me. THE PHILOSOPHY OF AN HERO. BY cherub hope the bosom fir'd, Supports a lover's ardent pains; And pow'r authority maintains. And wit is by contempt sustain❜d : A foft, bewitching nameless grace, Than all the beauties of the face. I love the author who declares The honeft truth, in humble style, Before the man who artful dares With fpecious words our ears beguile. Would't thou be happy, then this truth believe, Virtue will joys impart, when science will deceive. Health before riches I admire, And friendship more than weak ey'd pity'; Repose than profit more defire, And prudence more than to be witty. A little lafs who well can love : And ftorms confine me to my home, 1 From colds and illness to defend, A blazing fire in little room; Wherewith my chofen friends to treat; Too much love difturbs the brain, From too much faving av'rice £ows. Too much pleasure sickness brings. From too much wit what mifchiefs rife; Too much good nature is not wife; eftablishments, this campaign, exceed by far the former. The coalefced powers have fuffered confiderably by the feceffion of the Ruffians; of courfe the Gallic arms will enjoy a great advantage they did not poffcis the last year; and unicis the King of Pruffia, roufed by approaching danger, fhould join the general conteft, Auftria will be in danger of receiving a deadly blow. Expreffions of the "Black Prince" Touffaint breathe the warmest friendship for the United States, and acknowledgments for naval affistance, received by authority. On the day appointed by Buonaparte for the commemoration of Washington's death, it is faid a very large and refpectable concourfe of citizens and foreign minifters attended, among whom were our Envoys. We have the pleasure of prefenting our readers the Oration, delivered on the occafion, which we confider a model of eloquence. FUNERAL ORATION. Delivered in the Temple of Mars, Feb.8,1800, BY LOUIS FONTANES. FRANCE, unbiaffed by thofe narrow prejudices which exist between nations, and admiring virtue wherever it be found, decrees this tribute of refpect to the manes of WASHINGTON. At this moment the contributes to the discharge of a debt due by awo nations. No government, whatever form it bears, or whatever opinion it holds, can refuse its respect to this great father of liberty. The people who fo lately ftigmatized WASHINGTON as a rebel, regard even the enfranchisement of America, as one of thofe events confecrated by history and by past ages. Such is the veneration excited by great characters. The American revolution, the cotemporary of our own, is fixed forever.-Wahington began it with energy, and finished it with moderation. He knew how to maintain it, pursuing always the profperity of his country; and this aim alone can juftify at the tribunal of the Most High, enterprizes fo extraordi nary. To fpeak the Eulogy of the hero of America, requires the fublimeft eloquence of the first of orators.I reflect with fen timents of admiration, that this temple, ornamented with the trophies of valour, was raifed up in an age of genius, an age which produced as many great writers as illuftrious commanders. Then, the mem ory of heroes was intrufted to orators whofe genius gave immortality. Now, military glory fhines with luftre (éclat); and in every country the glory of the fine arts is fhrouded in darkness. My voice is too feeble to be heard on an occafion fo folemn and momentous, and so new to me. But as that voice is pure; as it has never flattered any fpecies of tyranny; it has never been rendered unworthy of cel ebrating heroifm and virtue. Nevertheless, these funeral and military honours will speak to all hearts; it needs not the aid of fpeech, to raise ftrong and undefcribable emotions. The mourning which the First Conful orders for WASHINGTON, declares to France that WASHINGTON's example is not loft. It is lefs for the illuftrious general, than for the benefactor and the friend of a great people, that the crape of mourning now covers our banners and the uniform of our warriors. Neither do we prepare that unmeaning pomp, fo contrary to policy and humanity, in which infult is offered to hu manity, contempt to venerable ruins, and calumny to the tomb. Every exalted idea, every ufeful truth, is feen in this affembly. I fpeak before warriors, the honourable praifes of a warrior, firm in adverfity, modeft in victory, and humane in every flage of for tune. Before the minifters of the French Republic, I fpeak the praises of a man whom ambition never swayed, and whofe every care tended to the welfare of his country; a man, unlike others who have changed empires, lived in peace in his native land; that land which he had freed, and in which he had held the highest rank; and died as a fimple individual. An affecting piece affociates the fhade of Franklin with the eulogy of WASHINGTON, and recalls to mind the amiable virtues of that fage fo celebrated in France, whom pofterity will regard as the brother of the hero of America. In that piece, the orator finds tints of a finer hue, to paint the virtues of the hero. "WASHINGTON," fays he, "offers examples not lefs worthy of imitation. Amidst all the disorders of camps, amidst all the exceffes infeparable from a civil war, humanity took refuge in his tent, and was never repulfed. In triumph and in defeat, he was always as tranquil as wif dom, as fimple as virtue. The finer feelings of the heart never abandoned him, even in thofe moments when his own in tereft |