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Languedoc to take care of an aged
mother. When the legislative affem-
bly was diffolved, La Source was im-
media ely elected a member of the
national convention, and could find
no interval in which to vifit his native
fpot, or his wife, whom he faw no
more. In his meditations on the chain
of political events, he mentioned one
little incident which feemed to hang
on his mind with a fort of fuperftitious
feeling. A few days after the 10th
of Auguft, he dined in the fauxbourg
of St. Antoine with feveral members
of the legislative affembly, who were
the moit diftinguished for their talents
and patriotifm. They were exulting
in the birth of the new republic, and
the glorious part they were to act as
its founders, when a citizen of the
fauxbourg, who had been invited to
partake of the repaft, obferved, that
he feared a different destiny awaited
them. As you have been the found-
ers of the republic,' faid he, you

will alfo be its victims. In a fhort
time you will be obliged to impofe
restraints and duties on the people, to
whom your enemies and theirs will
reprefent you as having overthrown
your own.
regal power only to establish
You will be accused of ariftocracy;
and I forefee,' he added with much
perturbation, that you will all perish
fmiled
on the fcaffold.' The company
at his fingular prediction: but during
the enfuing winter, when the ftorm
was gathering over the political hori-
zon, La Source recalled the prophecy.
and fometimes reminded Vergniaud
of the man of the fauxbourg St. An-
toine. Vergniaud had little heeded
the augur; but a few days previous
to the 31st of May, when the con-
vention was for the first time befieged,
La Source faid again to Vergniaud,
Well, what think you of the pro-
phet of the fauxbourg The pro-
phet of the fauxbourg,' answered
Vergniaud, was in the right."

THE BRITISH MUS E.

HYMN,

Compofed by SILLERY and 'LA SOURCE, two Members of the French Convention, a few Evenings before their Execution. (See Page 54 )

CALMEZ nos allarmes,

Pretez nous les armes,
Source de vrais biens,
Bidez nos liens!

Entende les accens

De tes enfans

Dans les tourmens ;

Ils fouffrent, et ieurs larmes
C'elt leur feul encens !

Prenez notre défense,
Grand Dieu de l'innocence!
Près de to: toujours
Elle trouve fon fecours;
Ta connais nos cœurs,

Et les auteurs
De nos malheurs ;
D'un fort qui t'offense
Détrui la riguer.

Quand la tyrannie
Frappe not e vie,
Fiers de notre fort,
Méprilant la mort,

Nous te béniffons,
Nous triomphons,
Et nous favons
Qu'un jour la patrie
Vengera nos noms !

THE TRANSLATION.

CALM all the tumults that invade
Our fouls, and lend thy pow'rful aid,
Oh! fource of mercy! footh our pains,
And break, Oh! break our cruel chains!
To thee the captive pours his cry,
To thee the mourner loves to fly:
The incenfe of our tears receive,
Tis all the incense we can give.

Eternal pow'r, our caufe defend,
Oh God! of innocence the friend!
Near thee for ever the refides,

In thee for ever the confides.

Thou know'ft the fecrets of the breaft,
Thou know't th' oppreffor and th' op-
preft:

Do thou our wrongs with pity fee,
Avert a doom offending thee

But fhould the murderer's arm prevail,
Should tyranny our lives affail,
Unmov'd, triumphant, fcorning death,
We'll bless thee with our latest breath.

The hour, the glorious hour will come
That confecrates the patriot's tomb;
And with the pang our memory claims,
Our country will avenge our names !

TRIBUTARY STANZAS, Addrefled to Lady ANN FITZROY, on her Philanthropy, while a Pioner at Quimper, in France.

By WILLIAM SWORDS, late of the
Theatres Royal, Covent-Garden and
Haymarket.

W
HEN old Evander at a tyrant's nod,
Was clote immur'd within the dun-
geen's wails;

No friends t' alfift him- None (fays he) but God,'

Then loud for pity and for aid he calls.
His dear Euphrafia, lovely, pious maid,
By tender fupplication faw her fire;
His aged body on the ground was laid,
For want of fuccour ready to expire.
Nature, with duty, prompted her bright

mind,

She foothed his anguifh, and appeas'd his

And, glad thro' wide creation's maze to fray,

Soars to the founts of intelle&ual day: Propitious truth applauds her dating wing, And fimiling leads her to her hallow'd fpring.

Not iefs fair truth and liberty combine To warm the breaft with virtue's flame. divine.

Truth bids the foul to fcenes of wonder rite,

And read her Maker's image in the skies; Points out, thro' earth below and heav'n above,

wifdom and pow'r, the minifters of love. With native fympathy the foul elate Seems to admire, admires to imitate. Thence freedom fires the heart, by truth refin'd,

To fpread her equal gifts on all mankind: Whom heav'n thought worthy being to poffefs,

She greatly thinks is worthy happiness;
Inftructs the heart with boundleís love to
The gentle eye to melt at human woe:
glow,
Blifs opens round, obedient to her call:
And what is virtue, but what bleffes all?

Far other fate attends the free-born

No more intent to view, or fond to hear, Her wonder finks to ign'rance; that, to fear :

Appal'd, the ftarts at ev'ry pow'r unknown,

Nor dares to fearch God's nature, or her

own.

Hence tyranny and falfehood urge their

art,

And blast each virtue op'ning in the heart : While their vain terrors ev'ry pow'r controul,

Bind thoughts in fhackles, and fubdue the

foul.

Thus by the damps of coward fear oppreft, The beam of love expires within the breaft: Or, if rekindled, fuperftition's call Contracts the ray that heav'n ordain'd for all:

Impels blind virtue, in her abject state, To love that pow'r alone she ought to hate;

FOR JULY, 1795.

And teaches in the breaft humane to dwell
Remorieiefs vengeance, and the spite of

hell.

THE PILGRIM.

Dear envy'd pilgrim! travel on, or know My deep affiction-liherty be thine! To old Jerufalem, or Mecca go!

And lay thy off'ring at fome holy thrine.

Be it an apple, bracelet, figh, or tear,

No matter; each a tribute of thy love; Angels will wait thy weary foul to cheer, And waft thy incenfe to the throne above.

A CONTENTED MIND. By JOSHUA SYLVESTER. WEIGH not fortune's frown or faile I joy not much in earthly joys; I feek not ftate, I feek not ftvle;

I am not fond of fancy's toys; I reft fo pleas'd with what I have, I wish no more, no more I crave.

From the ROYAL CAPTIVES, 4 vol. by I quake not at the thunder's crack,

Mrs. YEARSLEY.

The midnight fhadow, when the filent

moon,

Half horn'd, on ending space is seen

afar.

Thine virgin dew, reviving zephyr thine. Round thee the fragrance of the valley plays;

To there, the thunder rolling o'er the line,

Affords but miinic horror and decays. Thou, bleft by heav'nly patience, here

ly't down

On bed of new mown hay, or fern, or

fod;

Thy temples feem to wear an azure crown,
Thy dreams point upward to a fmiling

God.

I tremble not at noife of war,
I fwoon not at the noise of wrack,

I fhrink not at a blazing star;
I fear not lofs, I hope not gain;
I envy none, I none difdain.
I fee ambition never pleas'd,

I fte fome Tantals ftarv'd in ftore
I fee gold's dropfy feldom eas'd,

I fee e'en Midas for more. gape I neither want, not yet abound; Enough's a feaft; content is crown'd. I feign not friendship where I hate,

I fawn not on the great in fhow;
I prize, I praife a mean eftate,

Neither too lofty, nor too low;
This, this is all my choice, my cheer,
A mind content, a confcience clear.

EVENING.

Nor draws the veil till night affumes her reign;

But then thines forth, and beams her
wonted grace,
Bright o'er each valley and each flowery
plain,

Difpels dark horror from the filent night,
Beans peace in folitude and soft delight,

How fweet to wander to the woodland

glade!

How fweet the uplands and each flowery

dell!

How sweet, while shrouded in the placid

fhade,

To hear the strains of lonely philomel!
While active Fancy works her potent ipell,
And quick Imagination lends her power,
To hear fair Echo found her magic thell,
That breathes the requiem of the parting

hour!

The tinkling wether homeward leads the flock,

And o'er the vallies founds the village

clock.

Ye fons of Pleafure, fay the glittering
crowd

That país the hours of life in Folly's train ;
Say, Fortune's favourites; fay, ye pam-

per'd proud,

Such real enjoyments do ve ever gain?
Say, can your fearch of Pleafure e'er ob-
Kain

Such calm contentment and fuch

joys?

tranquil

Or midft your riots one fhort hour obtain, Deprived of every thought that Peace annoys?

Ah, much I doubt, that Pleasure's

glittering prize

You fearch in vain: the fair Delusion flies.

Night's curtain draws, and Sol has funk to reft:

The Queen of Night affumes her glorious reign:

Faft fy the colours from the glimmering wek,

And Luna's beams fpread o'er each hill

and plain :

My humble cot once more will I regain,
Content and Pleafure reigning in my heart.
Oh may they ever in my breath remain,
And heal each wound that's inade by for-
row's dart;

And may my eve of life like this be
found,

With peace, sweet pleasure, and con

tentment crown'd.

Walworth, July 17.

G. J.

Which poorly fatisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; Ye common people of the fkies, What are ye when the fun doth life?

Ye violets that firit appear,

Like the proud virgins of the year,
By your pure purple mantles known,
As if the fpring were all your own,
What are you when the role is blown?
Ye curious chanters of the wood,

Thinking your paflions understood
That warbie forth dame Nature's lays,

By your weak accents, what's your
praife,

When philomel her voice doth raise? So, when my miftrefs fhall be seen

In fweetnefs of her looks and mind;

By virtues firft, then choice, a queen,
Tell me, if he was not defign'd
Th' eclipfe and glory of her kind?
The true CHARACTER of a happy LIFE.
[By the SAME. ]

HOW happy is he born and taught

That ferveth not another's will;
Whofe armour is his honeft thought,
And fimple truth his modeft skill.
Whofe paffions not his masters are,

Whole foul is till prepar'd for death;
Untied unto the world by care

Of public fame or private breath.
Who envies none that chance doth raise,
Nor vice hath ever understood;
How deepest wounds are given by praise,
Nor rules of ftate, but rules of good.
Who hath his life from rumours freed,
Whofe conicience is his ftrong retreat;
Whole ftate can neither flatterers feed,

Nor ruin make oppreffors great.
Who God doth late and early pray,

More of his grace than gifis to lend ;
And entertains the harmleis day

With a religious book or friend.
This man is freed from fervile hands,
Lord of himicif, though not of lands,
Of hope to ride, or fear to fall:
And having nothing, yet hath all.

SOMN O.

FROM THE LONDON GAZETTES.

The London Gazette, June 27.

Admiralty Office, June 27. Difpatches, of which the following are copies and extracts, were yesterday received at this office.

Copy of a Letter from the honourable Viceadoural Cornwallis, dated on board his Majelty's Ship Royal Sovereign, at fea, the 11th of June 1795, to Evan Nepean, Elq. Secretary of the Admiralty.

Sir,

I request that you will be pleafed to acquaint the lords commiffioners of the admunity, that on the 6th inftant, a fhip having been chafed by the fquadron, a fignal was made to me from the Phaeton, that it was an enemy's frigate; but in the evening captain Stopford made me a fignal that he could not come up with the chace, upon which I called him in, and brought to for the night, being then in lat. 47 deg. 28 min. long. 5 deg. 57 min. In the morning of the 7th, a fail was feen again to the eastward. I made the fignal for the Phaeton, Pallas, and Kingsfifher, to chace,

and followed them with the line of battle hips: it was blowing fresh from the north. As we came in with the land feveral Irge fhips were feen under fail, which proved to be a French fquadron, confifting of three line of battle thips, fix frigates, a brig, a floop, and cutter. Some of them were at firft ftanding off there, but unfortunately the wind was fair for them to get into Belleifle road, where I faw feveral large fhips at anchor. had got very near the enemy's fhips, and I had hopes at first we should have got up with them before they would have reached their port; and I made the signal for the fhips to form for their mutual fupport, and engage the enemy as they came up. The Phaeton fired several shot, which the line of battle hips returned from their iterns. I followed as far as I thought it prudent, and then hauled the wind. Soon after I faw three fail standing in. I made the fignal to chace. They were two French frigates, and a large Dutch-built thip in tow of one of them. They flood round the fouth end of Belleifle. The headinoft fhips got within gun-fhot, and several were exchanged. The Kingsfither fired feveral broadudes at the frigates. They were obliged to caft off the thip in tow; and rounding the point of the island, we same upon a convoy, chiefly brigs. Eight

By what I can learn the convoy came from Bourdeaux, laden with wine, and under the charge of the three line of battle fhips and eight frigates. A brig corvette had anchored clote in with the fourth end of the island in the evening, while the frigates were chaced. At night I directed captain Stopford, in the Phaeton, to work in thore, and if he did not perceive any works to protect the corvette, to endeavour to bring her out. He attempted it. in the morning, but they opened a battery upon the fhip which he had not feen; and fhore during the night. Captain Stopford the brig having been hauled very clote in very properly thought it was not an object of confequence enough to balance the lots the ship was likely to fuftain, and therefore returned, having had one man killed, feven wounded, and two of his guns dif

mounted. I find the veffels have naval ftores as well as wine. The fhip has can

non, and I underítand is laden with naval and ordrance ftores.

vifions of different kinds, have been deTwo American veffels, laden with protained by the fquadron; I fend them in by the Kingsfither. I have ordered capt. Goffelin to join me again immediately.

Copy of a Letter from Captain Goffelin, of his Majesty's Sloop Kingsfither, dated Falmouth, June 24, 1795, to Evan Nepean, Efq.

Sir,

You will be pleased to inform my lords commiffioners of the admiralty, of the arrival of his majesty's floop under my command, off this port, and of having feen the large fhip (captured by vice-admiral Cornwallis' squadron on the 7th inftant) in fafety; all the rest of the convoy parted company with me on the 19th, in a fevere gale of wind. I am, &c.

(Signed) T. L. M. GOSSELIN. Extract of a Letter from Vice-Admiral Cornwallis, to Evan Nepean, Efq.

Royal Sovereign at Sea, June 19, 1795.

I have the honour of acquainting you, for the information of the lords commitfioners of the admiralty, that on the 16th

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