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BY MR. JERNINGHAM,
His ruddy health with length of years decrease :
His silver forehead with the wreath of peace :
By partial Nature fram'd in Beauty's mould,
Adorn'd with every grace, unspoil'd by art, To Friendship's cișcle still did she unfold
The lovelier beauties of a feeling heart,
Endear'd to all dae met, each welcome day,
By Fortune's hand, with various blessings fraught: When, lo! her gaiety's accustom'd ray
Was quench'd, untimely, with the gloom of thought,
* The subject of this poem is founded on a circumstance that happened during the late war. A young lady, not meeting with the concurrence of her relations in favour of an officer for whom she expressed her regard, was prevailed upon, by his solicitations, to consent to a clandestine marriage, which took place on the day he set out to join his regiment abroad, where he was unfortunately killed in an engagemens.
What fix'd the bosom-thorn, affliction knows,
Where Peace fat brooding as the gentle dove; What blasted on her cheek the summer rose,
Or now disease, or unsuccessful love,
Remain'd unknown. 'Twas by the many guefs'd,
That love to her soft vows had prov'd unkind i Beyond the power of her weak frame oppress'd,
Insanity o’erthrew her lovely mind.
At length recovering, yet to grief devote,
To solitude she gave th' unsocial day; Like a pale vot’ry from the world remote,
Unchear'd, unvisited of Pleasure's ray.
Oft did Harmodius (at her state dismay'd)
Solicit from his child her secret pain :
And each repeated effort proy'd in vain.
To spoed the moments of the loitering hour,
And by their plaintive strains perchance allurid, Within a spacious myrtle-woven hower,
Two turtle doves the pensive fair secur’d.
• Ye little captives,' would she often say,
• Tho’ here secluded from the fields of air, • Thro' yonder vernal grove forbid to stray,
• And join the kindred train that wanton there;
the gunner never lifts his arm, · Nor o'er this mansion does the falcon fail ; • You live unconscious of the storm's alarm,
• The rain impetuous, and the beating hail.
• Nor here, by kind Compaffion unimpress’d,
The school-boy ever rears his impious hand, • To fill with agony the feather'd breast,
• And raze the little domes that love had plann'd,"
Their harmless joys disease too foon effac'd :
One fatal morn, her Turturella's mate
And juft, juft finking at the blow of Fate :
While down her cheek Compassion's shower distillid,
She gently rais’d it to her anxious breast;
And thus the fair her breathless bird address'd:
Ill-fated turtle, round whose peaceful bower
How filent is the voice, which, void of art,
• Along the tender day was heard to coo ! | How still, how frozen is the constant heart,
• Which to it's dear companion beat so true!
That dear companion, that now widow'd dove,
"To screen from every harm be mine the care; : ! And while the mourns her ne'er-reviving love,
• Her grief to me the mourner will endear :
Like thee, a widow too, condemn’d to mourn ;
Her, Her, swift relapfing to her former state,
With boding fears, approach'd the serving train : This scene's dread period tremblingly they wait,
Nor were their boding fears indulg'd in vain.
Awakening from her trance, around the threw,
Diftressful fair, her much disorder'd eyes ; And wildering said Repeat that kind adieu !
« Ah, no! from love to war, to death he flies.
• Did ye not hear the clash of hostile spears?,
• Ah, mark ye not that breaft-plate stain'd with gore • What groan was that which pierc'd these fearful ears?
• He falls, he falls !--my warrior is no more!
• Nor was, O Heaven ! his Amabella near,
"To soothe his pain, and echo figh to figh;
Of her distress th' alarm's Harmodius taught,
With treinbling iteps approach'd th' unconscious fair : · Give me,' he cry'd, with grief paternal fraught,
• Give me, O Amabel! to soothe thy care.
Say, what affliction has thy foul impressid ?
Reveal what storm thy bosom'd calmness breaks ! • Reveal--and thus relieve this anguith'd breaft!
« The tender father to his daughter speaks!"
• Ah, what avails the praise the brave obtain !
“ Thro' his wilite bosom rulh'd the hostịle steel; « 'Twas his to swell the number of the slain,
• And mine Amiation's keenest point to feel!'