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The boat he plies, the raft he steers,
When swift the rapid whirlwind veers,
When scarce the corvorant can sweep
The surface of the foaming deep.
Tho' pinching pain his limbs endure,
He holds his life by charm secure,
And while he feels the tort'ring ban,
No wave can drown the spell-bound man.
Can Leeches hand, or sages skill,
His pains assuage, his troubles still?
The ills from fancy's pow'r we feel,
'Tis fancy's pow'r alone can heal:
Then, Muse, employ thy sweetest strain
To cure the ancient wand'rer's pain.

"I

The Spell.

“O rest thee, rest thee, sailor bold,
In lowly hut beneath the willow,
Warm fire shall chase the Autumn's cold,
And fragrant woodruffe strew thy pillow."

may not rest, I may not sleep,

For spells my weary eyelids strain,

Fierce fiends their watchings by me keep,
And call me to the roaring main.
They shriek around, they ride the blast,
Hang on my nets in vivid fires,
And whirling in fantastic spires,
Like smoky wreaths ascend the mast;
And ever as the midnight hour

Their hate confirms, renews their pow'r ;

Infernal forms my couch invest,

Then, Lady, may I, can I rest?"

"Orest thee in the mossy cave,

The falling rill shall soothe thy slumbers; And sweetly to the murm'ring wave

The wild harp breathe its magic numbers."

"I may not sleep with hellish pow'r The wizard works in secret bow'r !

I saw the wretch a mass prepare Of melted wax and dead men's dust;

From mould'ring sculls he scrap'd the hair, And worms from eyeless sockets thrust; Then shap'd the whole-distinct and true, I saw my very image rise ;

My swelling brow, my sunken eyes, Too soon to dreadful likeness grew; And as the plastic form he prest,

Some magic words he mutter'd o'er: Then from a living swallow's breast, The reeking heart and liver tore: The bleeding spoil on either side Beneath the moulded arms he tied, And from a cobweb curtain'd nook, The dark demoniac rite to swell, Some half burnt bones the wizard took, I shudder'd, for I knew them well. The bones of her who on the heath,* In flames resign'd her wicked breath;

The persons here alluded to were Margery Beddingfield and Richard Ringe, who were tried and convicted at the Assizes, holden at Bury St. Edmund, March 24th, 1763, for Petty Treason and Murder committed on John Beddingfield of Sternfield, near Saxmundham, farmer, the husband of the said Margery Beddingfield, and master of the said Richard Ringe. They were both executed at Rushmere Heath, on the 8th of April pursuant to their sentence. Ringe was about 22 years of age, and committed the murder at the instigation of his mistress, who was not 21.

The Trial at large may be seen in "the Ipswich Magazine,” 8vo. 1799. p. 9-53.

Who train'd to lust and murders lore
Her young and menial Paramour;

And urg'd and prais'd him while he crept,
And slew her husband as he slept!
Then is not this a potent spell?
And is not this a charm of hell?

"O thou hast dreamt an evil dream,
And this is all the mind's confusion;
But peace and prayer with holy beam
Shall soon dispel the dark illusion."

"I do not dream, I cannot sleep,

Incessant shrieks my ears assail ;
In vain I pray, and watch, and weep,
Nor pray'r, nor tears, will yet avail.
Yet they shall break the spell at last,
And, its appointed season past,
That spell shall on the wizard turn,
And I shall cease to watch and mourn."

"God rest thee, wand'rer, poor and old, And spread for thee a peaceful pillow; And when to screen from winter's cold, Thou seek'st the hut beneath the willow, The muse's voice thy mind shall lure, To find distemper'd fancy's cure; And I will seek, with book and bell, To frame for thee an holier spell: Till then, poor wand'rer, fare thee well."

Now tune the lyre to Lydian measure, For soften'd scene of festive pleasure.

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Light o'er the wave, with swelling sail,
And streamers floating to the gale,
The yacht, fantastic, gaily glides ;
That wave reflects her painted sides :
While, close behind, in schallop borne,
The oboe flute, and mellow horn,
The viol, and the clarion shrill,
Bid echo's voice the chorus fill,

And fair and gay, at music's call,

Lead o'er the deck the

mazy ball,
As 'twere in bow'r or pompous hall.
Now shall we, Muse, in fancy float
With revellers in pageant boat,

And view with them each lovely scene,
Of wooded hill, and valley green,
Till Orwell water, broad and free,
In mingling billows joins the sea?
Or shall we, on the pebbled shore,
Retrace the bolder scenes of Yore,
And tell what corses ridg'd the plain *
When Angles chac'd th' invading Dane?
Or call to view the listed field,

Where gleam the banner, crest and shield;
Or, by the merry greenwood side,
With squire, and dame, and falc'ner ride,
And mark how well the gyr-hawk, tried,
Brings down the heron's tow'ring pride?

* The banks of this river, and the adjacent country, were the frequent scenes of the most sanguinary conflicts between the Danes and the inhabitants of this county.

In the parish of Nacton, a village bordering on the banks of the Orwell, and near the road leading from Ipswich to Trimley, is a place called "the Seven Hills," so designated from a number of elevations, which have all the appearance of barrows, though they are more in number than the name implies. Hence it has been plausibly conjectured that it was near this spot, and not at Rushmere, that Earl Ulfketil engaged the Danes in 1010, in which he sustained a signal defeat. In these barrows the slain are supposed to have been buried.

Or list the bugle's jocund sound,
That cheers the deeper throated hound,
Who tracks, unfoil'd, his princely prey,
And holds the antler'd stag at bay?

O Muse! 'tis thine, with vivid sheen,
To heighten ev'ry present scene,
And shadow those with richer grace,
That memory and fancy trace:
Then oft, beneath the linden tree,
In raptur❜d visions visit me ;
And ever let thy magic pow'r
With roses strew my rustic bow'r.

ONEHOUSE.

1782.

The following lines are a translation from a Poem, written in the reign of James the I. entitled "Edes Solitaria," by the Rev. Charles Davy, who says in one of his Letters, dated June 20, 1782 "I shall apply "them to the Spot where it has pleased the divine Pro"vidence to place me; and the spirit of the author would forgive it, could he know with how much propriety "they are adapted to this situation, in which I hope "to close the evening of my life."

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This Gentleman was educated at Caius College, Cambridge, where he proceeded to the degree of B. A. 1742, and M. A. 1748. He was presented to the Rectory of Topcroft, Norfolk in 1764; and in 1776 to that of Onehouse in this County. He was the author of" Conjectural Observations on the Origin and Progress of Alphabetic Writing, 1772," 8vo. and in 1787

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