nd though, perhaps, my lot too certain is, Eager I dar'd anticipate the blifs; Pourtray'd before my mind the raptur'd hour, When all my heart should own thy conq'ring pow'r ; When Diffidence and Doubt, by Joy fuppreft, In Thee my wand'ring Hope at laft might reft; Tho' long it brooded o'er loft Rapture's urn, And leave my senses wrapt in amorɔus trance. How, fweetest pleader in chafte Virtue's caule, Could'st thou be thought to violate her laws? Ne'er be it mine thy generous warmth to blame, Or with Sufpicion blot Eliza's name! Each bold luxuriant fentiment exprefs; With baseft infult would that tear repay! Perifh the verfe, and may the ungen: line Fade from my page, and be no longer mine! Thy pardon yield, if aught was done amifs; O could thy lips but feal it with a kifs! But no Impoftor, or licentious Youth, Would lure thy virtues from the fide of Truth: Dear to my heart is Nature s modeft hue ; The Rofe's blush just wash'd in pearly dew; Dear are thofe artlefs fimple pleasures, known To fouls refin'd, and genuine love alone : In vain to us imperial beauty shines, Unless a fecret charm its aid combines; As on fome ftatue, which the sculptor's art Has form'd with symmetry in every part ; Where Genius blended with correct defign Robes every limb in Beauty's flowing line; Fix'd on the lovely wonder we remain In ftupid gaze, or warm emotions feign; But cold fenfations thence our eye derives, And tranfport but in powerful Fancy lives. 'Tis thus, unless with form in union rife The tra n of tender fenfibilities, God's radiant work at diftance we admire ; For Tenderness alone can nurse Defire : The jarring paffions feel its foft controul, And, calm in tides of milky kindness roll; In Harmony the sweet affections move, The heart expands, and all the soul is love. O come my faireft, haften to my arms ! Array'd in all the lightning of thy charms; And may long years of pure and fervent love My grateful fenfe of all thy goodness prove! Then when my fond embrace has clasp'd thee round, And Hymen's hand the eternal tie has bound, Together, Nature's children, will we rove, And every obje& shall but breathe new love; Climb the steep mountain's fide, and lift from far The din of cities, and the ocean's war : And own the force of Duty's awful claims : Is it a dream? and o'er the narrow bounds, The sphere which human happiness surrounds, Does fierce Imagination, wilder d, roam, 'Scap'd from the prifon of its earthly home? Or fay, whoe'er thou art, thou dear unknown, Will Truth the fweet delufive vision own? Can Heaven, the all-indulgent, deign to shed At once its cho cest bieffings on my head? Ah no, fond Youth, the madd'ning thought reprefs, Nor vainlythus make life's brief pleafures leís! But were the viv.d dream of rapture true, Nor Fancy's flatt'ring touch the picture drew, H 2 Although Although our breasts congenial paffions move, Both pant alike for Liberty and Love; Though both have trod the realms of claffic ground, And cull'd the flagrant flow'rs which there are found; Though wafted by the Poet's magic wand, We bled with Hector on the Trojan ftrand; Wash'd with Andromache his ftreaming gore, And wept, when Troy's last flame arose no more; Though for the later vot'ries of the Mufe, Whofe graves are moisten'd yet with sightly dews, We fled, indignant, Fashion's fenfeless throng, Bold would I fearch the world around for thee, me. In vain to cafe a hapless ftranger's woes, Life's gay enchanting luxuries refign? fures forth, And Fate fu; prefs'd our wishes in the birth, How would anxiety the future fcan? To trample, with the pride of confcious worth, How could I bear to see thy forrows flow, And thy fair head untimely bend with wee? Like fome pale Primrose of the defart glade, Whose bosom by the ftorm is proftrate laid a To fee perhaps Death's cruel grasp infold Thofe limbs by Nature cast in finest mold? To hear thy voice in parting accents break, While life's laft crimson linger'd on thy cheek I How would that day awake my fruitless fighs, For comforts Fortune's niggard hand denies! How afk for wealth, if wealth had aught to fave Fell Sorrow's victim from the ravinous grave! Thou vernal fun! who twice ten years hafı held Thy circuit round the heav'n's coerulean field, Since first my infant orbs receiv'd thy rays, And drank with trembling joy the noon-tide blaze! Ere thou again fulfil thy annual race Through the vast regions of ætherial space, plain, Reje&t bright Hope, and all her fimiling train ? Perhaps the hour fhall come we both may meet. And I lie panting proftrate at her feet: hear! Still let thy Mufe on the lov'd fubject dwell, And footh my doubts: till then-dear Maid, farewell! Oxford, March 7, 1796. EDWIN, JUNIOR. WYKHAMICUS. A WAR SONG. ARNO! frike the lyre again, To arms! the forious MORCAR cries; The hordes of enemy advance; And let his deeds provoke your ire. Let Let us hafte to meet the for, Come, mighty warriors, let us join, With eager arms, the battle's rage; To fuccour neither youth nor age! And level thousands with the ground. Carlife. YERS ES B. C. Active at once and diligent he fhines, Surveying the transactions in our Isle, By turns we lorrow, execrate, and smile. From bloody scenes we fhudd'ring turn away, Shock'd, when bold villains make a broad difplay Of deeds inhuman; while, with barb'rous art, Invention ftrives to agonize the heart With harrowing fcenes, indecent ones we meet, H. TRANSLATION FROM THE GREEK. FROM THE MEDEA OF EURIPIDES, IF και αλλ. Love the voice of Reason spurn, And with wild paffion's fury burn, ! O'er all, the wretch is most unbleft; In whom the fierce diftracting fire Rules with unbridled fway his breast, Kindling tumultuous rage and mad defire; Virtue, Faith, Juftice, love of generous Fame, All perish, all are loft, in the deftructive flame. But, if more gentle fates combine The modelt eye, the tender tear, Candid Esteem, confiding Friendship free, And fpotless Truth, that chance nor change Though we do not abfolutely rule the waves, our naval confequence, while we ride over them, will, it is presumed, justify this mode of expreffion. + The indecent paffages, indeed, are fuffered judiciously to remain in their original language, Latin, untranflated. With regard to the poctical ones, the Author deferves particular praiso for his happy imitations. 'Tis prayer, 2 And clofe my eyes in death, their future tears to spare! Of all misfortunes that await The harshest, heaviest that we know, Is from one's Country to be drove : Ah! 'tis no tale of tabled woe ;'Tis thine, Medea! the dread curfe to prove, Wretched, and far from your dear native hore, Unwept, unpitied, even by those you lov'd before! Perish that monster, nor one tear, Whom generous Pity ne'er could melt, Nor Charity unlocked his rugged breaft! Friendship. thou precious cordial of the mind! When, where fhall I, alas! a friend that's faithful find? Ah! why from the couch where mifery reclines, Fliet thou to revel 'midst a homely train, To fh.d thy poppies o er the village fwain, Who knows no care, beneth no forrow pines. O'er my fwoln eyes thy leaden fceptre fpread, Tofooth awhile my throbbing brain, O Sleep, In bland chlivien all my fenfes steep, And strew fantastic vilions round my head, Ere from thy wand the potent charm fhall fly, For fon oblivious death will close my eye. May 8ıb, 1796.. EDWIN. * There is a pathetic fimplicity in the original of this ftanza which it is extremely diffi, cult to transfufe into a tranflation: " "Ω πατρὶ;, ὦ δῶμά τ' ἐμὸν, Μή, δῆτ ̓ ἄπολις γενοίμαν, ν' εἰκτροτάτων αχέων. NIGHT, A SONNET. NOW folemn Night her fable curtain draws, The scatter'd profpects on the distant plain, And lofty tow'rs, that draw the wand'rer nigh, Are hid in darkness from the stranger's eye, Since awful Night affum'd her filent reign. STATE No. I. PROCLAMATION of the PRINCE de BOUILLON, JERSEY, MAY 14, 1796. THE multiplied proofs of rare devotion to the public caufe; of proved difinterestedness; of valour that calculates neither refiftance nor danger, have taught your enemies that honour is the fole duty of a French Gentleman, and the defire of being ufeful his fuft paffion. You have been feen, Gentlemen, every where in the most difficult pofts, braving all dangers, and even death itself, in order to devote yourself to every facrifice. The regret of all honest men accompani. ed you when, in the Plains of Champagne, difaftrous circumstances forced you far from your homes, which you had fo nearly approached; then, Gentlemen, the army of the centre, under the direction of the Allies, had only an existence in fome measure dependent. Now, however, long miferies deeply felt, the deep indignation of having been deceived, the horror of having been, without wishing it, the inftruments of the mot atrocious crimes, have at length roufed the people from their lethargy; whole Provinces of France have rifer, and in order to fhew themselves, wait only for Chiefs; there people, accustomed to find them in their benevolent Lords, who were to them as fathers, call out for thefe Lords in just reparation. It is under their conduct that they with to fly to battle, and if they burn with a defire of re-establishing the Throne and the Altar, they will atteft to polterity, that before they enter upen this enterprite, they will have rendered themselves worthy of affifting in it, by putting at their head thofe who have never deferved being at any other place. This with, Gentlemen, has been manifefted to the Minifters of the King, my Mater, and I am directed to communicate it to you. Armies are organizing ; but armies without Chiefs would be ule The whifp'ring breeze, that gently sweeps the dale, The roaring furge, that courts the rifing wind, Now chearly footh the contemplative mind, In wand'ring thro' life's folitary vale; Whilft the twinkling stars, and filvery orb of night, Point out to feeble man his great Creator's might. Carlife. PAPER S. lefs. R. A. When, at the name alone of their King, and at the will of their King, thefe armies fhall be directed by Gentlemen trained to arms, and illuftrious by their actions, who fight for themselves, and on their own ground, what may not be expected ? Brethren in Arms, true Frenchmen, of whom we Englishmen have too long been rivals, we see the safety of France and the repofe of Europe dependent on this unionis there a more powerful motive for them? In the name of their country, with the approbation of my King, and by the authority of their own, I invite thofe among you, Gentlemen, whose po fition, talents, and age, enable you to join the Royal and Čatholic Armies of the Interior.-I am fure that I speak to your generous hearts. We have no longer to engage in thofe ISOLATED Combats, in thofe clandeftine fruggles, at the first appearance of which the delicacy of a foldier, accustomed to attack his enemy in front, revolts. There are properly organized corps, an immenfe army which waits only the arrival of its Chiefs, and for which the King, my Maiter, furnishes all the fucccurs that the most powerful intereft and true fraternity can beltow. It is, indeed, Gentlemen, to the judges of honour, and to thofe who are in the habits of regulating their conduct ac cording to its principles, that we addrefs this invitation. It is they alone who can judge in what way it affects them. We do not pretend to trace out any duty, any obligation; but to indicate to French Chevaliers the means of rendering them felves ufetul. And we believe, in doing so, we are acting according to their wishes.. Attached to France by fo many and fuch strong ties, and to Frenchmen who have fo nobly devoted themselves to the caufe of their Religion and their King, I, hereby, promile that all those who may think themfelves bound to attend to this invitation will find me ever anxious to ful |