With fickly yew unfragrant cyprefs twine,
And hang the dusky wreath round Honour's fhrine.
Bids fteel-clad Valour chace that dove-like Bride,
Enfeebling Mercy, from his awful fide;

Where long fhe fat and check'd the ardent rein,
As whirl'd his chariot o'er th' embattled plain;
Gilded with funny fmile her April tear,

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Rais'd her white arm, and ftay'd th' uplifted fpear;
Then, in her place, bids Vengeance mount the car,
And glut with gore th' infatiate Dogs of War!-
With one pale hand the bloody fcroll he rears,
And bids his Nations blot it with their tears;
And one, extended o'er th' Atlantic wave,
Points to his Andre's ignominious grave!

And fhall the Mufe, that marks the folemn scene, "As bufy Fancy lifts the veil between," Refufe to mingle in the awful train,

Nor breathe, with glowing zeal the votive strain!
From public fame fhall admiration fire

The boldeft numbers of her raptur'd lyre.

To hymn a Stranger?—and with ardent lay

Lead the wild mourner round her Cook's morai;
While Andre fades upon his dreary bier
And Julia's only tribute is her tear?
Dear, lovely Youth! whofe gentle virtues ftole
Thro' Friendship's foftning medium on her foul!
Ah no!-with every ftrong refiftlefs plea,
Rife the recorded days the paft with thee,
While each dim fhadow of o'er-whelming Years,
With glance reverted Eagle-memory clears.

*Bloody Scroll.-The Court-Martial decree, figned at Tappan, for Major Andre's execution.

Julia. The name by which Mr. Andre address'd the Author in his correfpondence with her.

Belov'd Companion of the fairest hours
That rofe for her in Joy's refplendent bow'rs,
How gaily one on thy bright morn of Youth
The Star of Pleafure, and the Sun of Truth!
Full from their fource descended on thy mind
Each gen'rous virtue and each tafte refin'd;
Young Genius led thee to his varied fane,
Bade thee* afk all his gifts, nor afk in vain ;
Hence novel thoughts, in ev'ry luftre dreft
Of pointed Wit, that diamond of the breaft;
Hence glow'd thy fancy with poetic ray,
Hence mufic warbled in thy fprightly lay;
And hence thy pencil, with his colours warm,
Caught ev'ry grace, and copied ev'ry charm
Whofe tranfient glories beam on Beauty's cheek,
And bid thy glowing Ivory breathe and fpeak.
Bleft pencil! by kind Fate ordain'd to fave
Honora's femblance from her † early grave.
Oh! while on Julia's arm it fweetly fmiles,
And each lorn thought, each long regret beguiles,
Fondly the weeps the hand which form'd the spell,
Now throudlefs mould'ring in its earthy bell!

* All his gifts.-Mr. Andre had confpicuous talents for Poety, Mufic, and Painting. The News-papers mention'd a fatiric poem of his upon the Americans, which was fuppos'd to have ftimulated their barbarity towards him.

Early grave.-Mifs Honora S to whom Mr. Andre's attachment was of fuch fingular conftancy, died in a confumption a few months before he fuffer'd death at Tappan. She had married another Gentleman four years after her engagement with Mr. Andre had been diffolv'd by parental Authority.

Julia's arm.-Mr. Andre drew two miniature pictures of Mifs Honora S on his first acquaintance with her at Buxton, in the Year 1769, one for himself, the other for the Author of this poem.

But fure the Youth, whofe ill-ftarr'd paffion ftrove With all the pangs of inaufpicious Love, Full oft' deplor'd the fatal art that stole The jocund freedom of its Master's foul !

While with nice hand he mark'd the living grace And matchlefs fweetness of Honora's face, Th' enamour'd Youth the faithful traces blest; That barb'd the dart of Beauty in his breast; Around his neck th' enchanting Portrait hung, While a warm vow burst ardent from his tongue, That from his bofom no fucceeding day, No chance should bear that talifman away.

'Twas thus Apelles bafk'd in Beauty's blaze, And felt the mischief of the steadfast gaze; Trac'd with diforder'd hand Campafpe's charms, And as their beams the kindling Canvas warms, Triumphant Love, with ftill fuperior art, Engraves their wonders on the Painter's heart.

Dear loft Companion! ever conftant Youth! That Fate had fmil'd on thy unequal'd truth! Nor bound th' enfanguin'd laurel on that brow Where Love ordain'd his brightest wreathe to glow! Then Peace had led thee to her fofteit bow'rs, And Hymen ftrew'd thy path with all his flow'rs; Drawn to the roof, by Friendfhip's filver cord, Each focial Joy had brighten'd at thy board; Science and foft affection's blended rays Had fhone unclouded on thy lengthen'd days; From hour, to hour, thy tafte, with confcious pride, Had mark'd new talents in thy lovely Bride;

* 'Twas thus Apelles. Prior is very elegant upon this circumftance in an Ode to his Friend Mr. Howard the Painter.

Till thou hadst own'd the magic of her face
Thy fair Honora's leaft engaging grace.
Dear loft Honora! o'er thy early bier
The Mufe ftill fheds her ever facred tear !—
The blushing rofe-bud in its vernal bed,
By Zephyrs fan'd and murm'ring fountains fed,
In June's gay morn that scents the ambient air,
Was not more fweet, more innocent, or fair,
Oh! when fuch Pairs their kindred Spirit find,
When Senfe and Virtue deck each spotlefs Mind,
Hard is the doom that fhall the union break,
And Fate's dark pinion hovers o'er the wreck.

Now Prudence in her cold and thrifty care,
Frown'd on the Maid, and bad the Youth defpair;
For Pow'r Parental fternly faw, and ftrove
To tear the lilly-bands of plighted Love;
Nor ftrove in vain; but while the Fair One's fighs
Difperfe, like April-ftorms in funny skies,
The firmer Lover, with unfwerving truth,
To his firft paffion confecrates his Youth;
Tho' four long years a night of abfence prove,
Yet Hope's foft Star fhone trembling on his Love;
Till bufy Rumour chas'd each pleafing dream
And quench'd the radiance of the filver beam.

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"Honora loft!--my happy Rival's Bride! "Swell ye full fails! and roll thou mighty tide! "O'er the dark waves forfaken Andre bear "Amid the vollying thunders of the War! "To win bright Glory from my Country's Foes, "Ev'n in this ice of Love, my bofom glows.

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Bufy Rumour.-The tidings of Honora's Marriage. Upon that event Mr. Andre quitted his Profeffion as a Merchant and join'd our Army in America.

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Voluptuous LONDON! where thy turrets blaze, "Their hundred thrones the frolic Pleafures raife ; "Bid proud Expence Sabean odours bring, Nor afk her rofes of the tardy Spring;

"Where Mufic floats the glitt'ring roofs among, "And with meand'ring cadence fwells the Song; "Where Painting burns the Grecian Meed to claim, "From the high temple of immortal Fame, "Bears to the radiant Goal, with ardent pace,, "Her Kaufinan's beauty, and her Reynold's grace ; "Where Sun-clad Poetry the ftrain infpires,

And foils the Grecian Harps, the Latian Lyres.

"Ye foft'ning Luxuries! ye polifh'd Arts! "Bend your eufeebling rays on tranquil hearts! "I quit the Song, the Pencil, and the Lyre, "White robes of Peace, and Pleasures foft attire, "To feize the Sword, to mount the rapid Car, "In all the proud habiliments of War."Honora loft! I woo a ferner Bride, "The arm'd Bellona calls me to her fide; "Harfh is the mufic of our marriage strain! "It breathes in thunder from the western plain! "Wide o'er the watry world its echos roll, "And roufe each latent ardor of my Soul. "And tho' unlike the foft melodious lay,

That gaily wak'd Honora's nuptial day, "Its deeper tones fhall whifper, e'er they cease, "More genuine tranfport, and more lafting peace!

"Refolv'd I go! nor from that fatal bourn "To thefe gay fcenes fhall Andre's steps return! "Set is the ftar of Love, that ought to guide "His reffluent Bark across the mighty Tide!-"But while my Country's Foes, with impious hand "Hurl o'er the fubject plains the livid brand "Of dire Sedition-Oh! let Heav'n ordain "While Andre lives, he may not live in vain!