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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
Still muft the maniac figh, by wo oppreft,
Till paffion flumbers in the grave's cold reft.
Yet fhall her power fome feoret peace im
part,

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,
Alike the heart to mend, the mind to teach;
And as he spoke of all, his spirit felt
The griefs that harrow, and the joys that
melt;

He feem'd fome feraph from the pitying íky,

To link the hallow'd trains of fympathy,

But what's fufficient to make nature strong,
And the bright lamp of life continue long,
I'd freely take; and as I did poffefs,
The bounteous Author of my plenty bless.
I'd have a little vault, but always ftor'd
With the best wines each vintage could
afford.

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.
But as the greatest blefling Heaven lends,
May be debauch'd, and ferve.ignoble ends;
So, but too oft, the grape's refreshing juice,
Does many mifchievous effects produce.
My houfe fhould no fuch rude diforders
know,

As from high drinking confequently flow;
Nor would I ufe what was fo kindly giv'n,
To the dishonour of indulgent Heaven.
If any neighbour came, he should be free,
Us'd with refpect, and not uneafy be,
In my retreat, or to himself or me.
What freedom, prudence, and right reason
give,

All men may, with impunity, receive:
But the leaft fwerving from their rule's
too much;

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:
Well born of humours fuited to my own,
Difcreet, and men as well as books have
known:

Brave, gen'rous, witty, and exactly free
From loose behaviour or formality:
Airy and prudent; merry, but not light;
Quick in difcerning, and in judging right;
Secret they fhould be, faithful to their trust;
In reas'ning cool, ftrong, temperate and just:
Obliging, open, without huffing, brave;
Brifk in gay talking, and in fober, grave:
Clofe in difpute, but not tenacious; try'd
By folid reason, and let that decide:
Not prone to luft, revenge, or envious hate;
Nor bufy meddlers with intrigues of state:
Strangers to flander, and fworn foes to fpite;
Not quarrelfome, but ftout enough to fight;
Loyal, and pious friends to Cefar; true,
As dying martyrs, to their Maker too.
In their fociety I could not mifs
A permanent, fincere, fubftantial blifs.
Would bounteous Heaven once more in-
dulge, I'd choofe

For who would fo much fatisfaction lofe,

As witty nymphs in conversation give?)
Near fome obliging, modeft fair to live:
For there's that sweetness in a female mind,
Which in a man's we cannot hope to find;
That, by a fecret, but a powerful art,
Winds up the fpring of life, and does
impart

Fresh vital heat to the transported heart.
I'd have her reafon all her paffions sway:
Eafy in company, in private gay:
Coy to a fop, to the deferving free;
Still conftant to herself, and juft to me.
A foul fhe fhould have for great actions fit;
Prudence and wisdom to direct her wit:
Courage to look bold danger in the face;
No fear, but only to be proud, or base;
Quick to advise, by an emergence prefs'd,
To give good counfel, or to take the beft.
I'd have the expreffion of her thoughts be
fuch,
[much:
She might not seem referv'd, nor talk too
That fhews a want of judgment, and of
fenfe

More than enough is but impertinence.
Her conduct regular, her mirth refin'd ;
Civil to ftrangers, to her neighbours kind:
Averfe to vanity, revenge and pride;
In all the methods of deceit untry'd;
So faithful to her friend, and good to all,
Na cenfure might upon her actions fall:
Then would e'en envy be compell'd to fay,
She goes the least of womankind aftray.

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;
And rather put up injuries, than be
A plague to him who'd be a plague to me :
I value quiet at a price too great,
To give for my revenge fo dear a rate :
For what do we by all our buftle gain,
But counterfeit delight for real pain,

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