Its verdant foot a ftream of amber laves,
"And o'er it love his guardian banner waves:
"There fhall our days, our nights, in pleafure glide
"Friendship fhall live when paffion's joys fubfide;
"Increafing years improve our mutual truth,
"And age give fanction to the choice of youth."
Thus fondly I of fancied raptures fung,
And with my fong the gladden'd valley rung.
But Fate, with jealous eye, beheld our joy,
Smil'd to deceive, and flatter'd to deftroy;
Swift as the fhades of night the vision fled,
Grief was the guest, and death the banquet fpread.
A burning fever on her vitals prey'd,

Defied love's efforts, baffled med'cine's aid,
And from these widow'd arms a treasure tore,
Beyond the price of empires to restore.

What have I left, what portion but defpair,
Long days of woe, and nights of endless care?
While others live to love, I live to weep;
Will forrow burft the grave's eternal fleep?
Will all my pray'rs the favage tyrant move
To quit his prey, and give me back my love?
If far, far hence, I take my hafty flight,
Seek other haunts, and fcenes of foft delight,
Amidst the crowded mart her voice I hear,
And fhed, unfeen, the folitary tear;
Mulic exalts her animating ftrain,
And beauty rolls her radiant eye in vain :
All that was mufic fled with Hinda's breath,
And beauty's brighteft eyes are clos'd in death!
I pine in darkness for the folar rays,
Yet loath the fun, and ficken at his blaze;
Then curfe the light, and curfe the lonely gloom,
While unremitting forrow points the tomb.

Oh! Hinda, brighteft of the black-ey'd maids,
That fport in Paradife' embow'ring fhades,
From golden boughs where bend ambrofial fruits,
And fragrant waters wash th' immortal roots;
Oh from the bright abodes of purer day,
The proftrate Agib at thy tomb furvey;
Behold me with unceafing vigils pine,

My youthful vigour wafte with fwift decline;

My hollow eye behold and faded face,

Where health but lately fpread her ruddy grace

• I can no more-this fabre fets me free,

This gives me back to rapture, love, and thee.
Firm to the firoke its fbining edge I bare,
The lover's laft fad folace in despair.

Go,

Go, faithful feel, act ling'ring nature's part,
Bury thy blufhing point within my heart?
Drink all the life that warms thefe drooping veins,
And banish at one stroke a thousand pains.

Haste thee, dear charmer; catch my gafping breath,
And cheer with fmiles the barren glooms of death!-
'Tis done, the gates of Paradife expand-
Attendant Houri feize my trembling hand-
I pafs the dark inhofpitable fhore,

And, Hinda, thou art mine, to part no more.'

INNOCENCE, SECURITY, and UTILITY of a COUNTRY LIFE, and ADVANTAGES of PHILOSOPHICAL STUDIES.

[From the Second Book of the GEORGICS of VIRGIL, translated by WILLIAM SOTHEBY, Esq. F. R.S. and A.S.S.]

AH! happy fwain! ah! race belov'd of heaven!

If known thy blifs, how great the bleffing given!
For thee juft Earth from her prolific beds
Far from wild war fpontaneous nurture sheds.
Though nor high domes through all their portals wide
Each morn difgorge the flatterer's refluent tide;
Though nor thy gaze on gem-wrought columns reft,
The brazen buft, and gold-embroider'd veft;
Nor poifoning Tyre thy fnowy fleeces foil,
Nor cafia taint thy uncorrupted oil;

Yet peace is thine, and life that knows no change,
And various wealth in Nature's boundlefs range,
The grot, the living fount, the umbrageous glade,
And fleep on banks of mofs beneath the shade;
Thine, all of tame and wild, in lawn and field,
That paftur'd plains or favage woodlands yield:
Content and patience youth's long toils affuage,
Repofe and reverence tend declining age:
There gods yet dwell, and, as the fled mankind,
There juftice left her laft lone trace behind.

Me firft, ye Mufes! at whofe hallow'd fane,
Led by pure love, I confecrate my strain,
Me deign accept! and to my fearch unfold
Heaven and her hoft in beauteous order roll'd,
Th' eclipfe that dims the golden orb of day
And changeful labours of the lunar ray;

Whence rocks the earth, by what vaft force the main
Now bursts its barriers, now fubfides again;
Why wintry funs in ocean fwiftly fade,
Or what delay retards night's ling'ring fhade.
But if chill blood reftrain th' ambitious flight,
And Nature veil her wonders from my fight,

Oh may I yet, by fame forgotten, dwell

By gufhing fount, wild wood, and shadowy deli!
Oh lov'd Sperchean plains, Tavgetian heights,
That ring to virgin choirs in Bacchic rites!
Hide me fome God, where Hamus' vales extend,
And boundless shade and folitude defend!

How bleft the fage! whofe foul can pierce each cause
Of changeful Nature, and her wondrous laws:
Who tramples Fear beneath his foot, and braves
Fate, and ftern Death, and hell's refounding waves.
Bleft too, who knows each god that guards the fwain,
Pan, old Sylvanus, and the Dryad train.

Not the proud fafces, nor the pomp of kings,
Difcord that bathes in kindred blood her wings;
Not arming Iftrians that on Dacia call,
Triumphant Rome, and kingdoms doom'd to fall,
Envy's wan gaze, or pity's bleeding tear,
Difturb the tenour of his calm career.

From fruitful orchards and spontaneous fields
He culls the wealth that willing Nature yields,
Far from the tumult of the madd'ning bar,
And iron Juftice, and forenfic war.

Some vex with restless oar wild feas unkown,
Some rush on death, or cringe around the thron :
Stern warriors here beneath their footstep tread
The realm that rear'd them, and the hearth that fed,
To quaff from gems, and lull to tranfient reft
The wound that bleeds beneath the Tyrian veft.
Thefe brood with fleeplefs gaze o'er buried gold,
The roftrum thefe with raptur'd trance behold,
Or wonder when repeated plaudits raife
'Mid peopled theatres the fhout of praife:
Thefe with grim Joy, by civil Difcord led,
And ftain'd in battles where a brother bled,
From their sweet household hearth in exile roam,
And feek beneath new funs a foreign home.
The peafant yearly ploughs his native foil;
The lands that bleft his fathers bound his toil,
Suftain his herd, his country's wealth increase,
And fee his children's children sport in peace.
Each change of feafons leads new plenty round,
Now lambs and kids along the meadow bound,
Now every furtow loads with corn the plain,
Fruits bend the bough, and garners burft with grain;
Or where the purple hues the upland glows,
Autumnal funs on mellowing grapes repofe.
His fwine return at winter's evening hours,
Gorg'd with the maft that every forest flowers:

For

For him the arbute reddens on the wood,
And mills prefs forth the olive's gufhing flood;
Chafte love his household guards, and round his knees
Fond infants clime the foremost kiss to seize;
Kine from their gufhing udders nectar fhed,
And wanton kids high tofs their butting head.
He too, at times, where flames the ruftic shrine,
And, rang'd around, his gay compeers recline,
In grateful leifure on fome feftive day
Stretch'd on the turf delights his limbs to lay,
To loose from care his difencumber'd foul,
And hail thee, Bacchus! o'er the circling bowl:
Or on the elm the javelin's mark fufpend,
Where for the prize his hardy hinds contend,
Bare their huge bodies, and untaught to yield,
To wrestling toils provoke the challeng'd field.

;

Such was the life that ancient Sabines chose;
Thus Rome's twin founders, thus Etruria rose:
Thus Rome herself, o'er all on earth renown'd,
Rome, whofe fev'n hills her towery walls furround;
Such, ere Dictaan Jove's new fceptre reign'd,
And flaughter'd bulls the unhallow'd banquet ftain'd,
Such was the life on earth that Saturn knew,
Ere mortals trembled as the trumpet blew,
Or started as the anvil rung afar,

When clattering hammers fhap'd the sword of war,

DESCRIPTION of HAYMAKING-the BULL-the CLOSE of EVENINGthe WHIRLWIND-the THUNDER STORM-the COUNTRY after it.

[From Dr.HURDIS'S FAVOURITE VILLAGE, a Poem.]

MY native vale, in loveliness arrayed,

Now let me paint thee, while the mower's fcythe

Thine herbage levels, harveft firft conferred

And leaft folicited, fpontaneous gift,
Abundance for the beast that toils for man.

Thick fwarms the field with tedders, toffing high
And fpreading thin upon the funny fward

The lock dishevelled. Frequent is the maid.

That trails the rake, and he that builds the cock,
Or, plunging deep his fork in every hill,
Bears it aloft uplifted to the load.
The team alternate to the peopled rick

Moves in proceffion, foon relieved, and foon
Alert returning to be fraught anew.

Now is it fometimes pleasure to steal forth

At

At fultry midnoon, when the bufy fly
Swarms multitudinous, and the vex'd herd
Of milch-kine flumber in yon elm-grove fhade,
Or unrecumbent exercise the cud

With milky mouths. 'Tis pleasure to approach
And, by the strong fence fhielded, view secure
Thy terrors, Nature, in the favage bull.
Soon as he marks me, be the tyrant fierce-
To earth defcend his head-hard breathe his lungs
Upon the dufty fod-a fulky leer

Give double horror to the frowning curls
Which wrap his forehead-and here long be heard
From the deep cavern of his lordly throat
The growl infufferable. Not more dread
And not more fullen the profoundest peal
Of the far-diftant ftorm, which o'er the deep
Clothed in the pall of midnight premature,
At ev❜ning hangs, and jars the folid earth
With its remote explofion. Tramples then
The furly brute, impatient of difdain,
And fpurns the foil with irritated hoof,
Himfelf inhaler of the oufty cloud,
Himself infulted by the pebbly fhower
Which his vain fury raifes. Nothing feared,
Let him incenfed from agitated lungs
Blow his fhrill trump acute, till echo ring,
And with a leer of malice fteal away,
Affault and vengeance fwearing ere be long.
When the bright orb of ruddy eve is funk,
And the flow day-beam takes its laft farewel
Retiring leifurely, how sweet to mark
The watery fcintillation of the star
That firft dares penetrate its flimfy skirt,
And, as the fubtil medium fteals away
Refined to nothing, bright and brighter glows
How cheerful to behold the host of night,
Encouraged by example, faft revive,
And fplendid conftellations long extinct
In quick fucceffion kindle! Summer's night
Yields many a pleasure to the poet's eye.
He loves to ramble when the vale is hushed,
What time the preying owl with fleepy wing
Swims o'er the cornfield ftudious, unannoyed'
By the fleet fwallow to his chimney flunk,
Or marten to his eave; what time the bat
Hurries precipitous on leathern wing,
Brifk evolution in the dusky air

With fudden wheel performing. With delight
He fees the recent moon with horn acute

Faft