Like me, they flourish'd once in youthful bloom Like them, I soon must pass death's cheerless gloom, SONNET TO THE RIVER ORWELL, BY I. T. SHEWELL. The banks of this beautiful river are in general highly picturesque, especially when it becomes an Estuary at Downham Reach, about three or four miles below Ipswich; to which place it is navigable for ships of considerable burthen. The banks there rise into pleasing elevations, clothed with a rich luxuriancy of wood, and adorned with several good seats: and the river assumes the feature of a large lake, being to all appearance land-locked on every side. Vessels fitted up for the accommodation of passengers sail every tide from Ipswich to Harwich, a distance of about twelve miles, and back again; an excursion that is rendered truly delightful by the beauty of the surrounding scenery. The port of Ipswich is almost dry at ebb; but the returning tide generally rising about twelve feet, converts it into a magnificient sheet of water. ORWELL, delightful stream, whose waters flow While all around enchantment seems to reign: These glories still, with filial love, I taste, STANZAS Addressed to the Inhabitants of Yoxford, in 1787. BY ANN CANDLER, A SUFFOLK COTTAGER. Yoxford is a remarkably pleasant village, situated about four miles to the north of Saxmundham, on the Yarmouth road. On the north side of it is Cockfield Hall, formerly the seat of the Brook family, but now the residence of sir Charles Blois, bart. Here is also the neat mansion of David Elisha Davy, esq. receiver general of the land-tax for the eastern division of the county. This gentleman, in conjunction with Henry Jermyn, of Sibton, esq. has been long engaged in the compilation of a "History of Suffolk," a work devoutly to be wished, and for the completion of which their valuable and abundant collections, as well as their extensive knowledge in the antiquities and topography of the county, render them fully competent. That Suffolk should have remained so long without its legitimate historian, a county so respectable for its antiquities, and presenting so many topics of useful amusive speculation, may justly be esteemed a matter of surprise. DEAR Village! sweet delightful spot! Yet still thy name I will repeat; Say, wilt thou love me in return Not treat me with contempt or scorn, Still let this pleasing hope be mine, And fav'ring heav'n to thee and thine, And ye, who in this darling spot, Be ev'ry bliss in life your lot, And pleasure paint each scene. Still unembitter'd may you taste The sweets of health and peace; While plenty decks the choice repast, And Ceres gives increase. May commerce flourish unrestrain❜d, While neighb'ring swains admiring stand, To see your prosp❜rous state. May justice all her rights assert And bear impartial sway, While truth and friendship, void of art, Their native charms display. When God or man you supplicate ADDRESS TO THE RIVER GIPPIN. The River Gippin has its source at a small village in the centre of the county, near Stowmarket; to which it gives its name. Running in a south-east direction, it waters Ipswich; and assuming below that town the name of Orwell, proceeds to meet the Stour opposite Harwich. It was made navigable from Stowmarket to Ipswich in 1793. It is sixteen miles in length, and has fifteen locks, each sixty feet long, and fourteen wide; three built with timber, and twelve with brick and stone. The total expence incurred in the undertaking was £26,380. The charges for the conveyance of goods upon it are one penny per ton per mile, from Stow to Ipswich, and half as much from the latter town to Stowmarket. Some idea may be formed of the beneficial effects of this navigation, from the statement, that soon after its completion, it had reduced the price of land-carriage more than one half, and the carriage only upon coals four shillings per chaldron, and consequently raised the rent of land considerably. MEANDERING Gippin, loveliest stream, These lines were occasioned by reading a paragraph in the Ipswich Journal, that the inhabitants of Yoxford intended to petition parliament for a charter to hold a weekly market, whether such a petition were presented I know not. I owe thee much; thy gentle tide As sweetly as thy waters flow. O! had I those fame-giving powers, Oft, when above the eastern clouds I have wander❜d by thy willowy side, And, while the linnet and the thrush Have warbled sweet their wood-notes wild, Indulg'd the scene that fancy ting'd, And many a fragrant hour beguil❜d. Oft, in the fervid blaze of noon, Plung'd-and, while sporting in thy waves, Oft, too, in summer's evening mild Or speeded by the dashing oars: |