While leaden ignorance rears her head and laughs. And fat stupidity shakes his jolly sides, And while the cup of affluence he quaffs

With bee-eyed wisdom, Genius derides, Who toils and every hardship doth out-brave, To give the meed of praise when he is mouldering in

the grave.

MATERNAL AFFECTIONS.

Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,
Her silent watch the tender mother keeps;
She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies
Smiles on her slumbering child, with pensive eyes
And weaves a song of melancholy joy :-
Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy,
No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine;
No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine
Bright as his manly sire, the son shall be
In form and soul; but ah! more blest than he!
Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love, at last,
Shall soothe this aching heart for all the past;
With many a smile my solitude repay,
And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away;
And say, when suminon'd from the world and thee
I lay my head beneath the willow tree,
Wilt thou sweet mourner, at my stone appear
And soothe my parted spirit lingering near ?
Oh! wilt thou come at evening hour, to shed
The tears of memory o'er my narrow bed;
With aching temples on thy hand reclin'd,
Muse on the last farewell I leave behind,
Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low,
And think on all my love, and all my wo.

HOSPITALITY.

Blest hospitality! the poor man's pride,
The stranger's guardian, comforter, and guide,

With love that could not die! and still his hand
She presses to the heart no more that felt.
Ah heart; where once each fond affection dwelt,
And features yet that spoke a soul more fair.

HAPPY POWER OF LOVE AND ADVICE TO CHERISH IT.

When vexed by cares and harrassed by distress, The storms of fortune chill thy soul with dread, Let Love, consoling Love! still sweetly bless, And his assuasive balm benignly shed: His downy plumage o'er thy pillow spread Shall lull thy weeping sorrows to repose: To love, the tender heart hath ever fled, As on its mother's breast the infant throws Its sobbing face, and there in sleep forgets its woes.

O fondly cherish then the lovely plant, Which lenient heaven hath given thy pains to ease; Its lustre shall thy summer hours enchant, And load with fragrance every prosperous breeze, And when rude winter shall thy roses seize, When nought thro' all thy bowers but thorns remain, This still with undeciduous charms shall please, Screen from the blast and shelter from the rain, And still with verdure cheer the desolated plain.

Through the hard season Love with plaintive note,
Like the kind red breast tenderly shall sing,
Which swells mid dreary snows its tuneful throat,
Brushing the cold dews from its shivering wing,
With cheerful promise of returning spring
To the mute tenants of the leafless grove.
Guard thy best treasure from the venomed sting
Of baneful peevishness: Oh! never prove
How soon ill-temper's power can banish gentle Love!

Repentance may the storms of passion chase,
And Love, who shrunk affrighted from the blast,
May hush his just complaints in soft embrace,
And smiling wipe his tearful eye at last,

Yet when the wind's rude violence is past,
Look what a wreck the scattered fields display;
See on the ground the withering blossoms cast!
And hear sad Philomel with piteous lay

Deplore the tempest's rage that swept her young away.

The tears capricious beauty loves to shed,
The pouting lip, the sullen silent tongue,
May wake the impassioned lover's tender dread,
And touch the string that clasps his soul so strong;
But ah, beware! the gentle power too long
Will not endure the frown of angry strife;
He shun's contention, and the gloomy throng
Who blast the joys of calm domestic life,

And flies when discord-shakes her brand with quarrels

rife.

Oh! he will tell you that these quarrels bring
The ruin, not renewal of his flame;
If oft repeated, lo! on rapid wing
He flies to hide his fair but tender frame;
From violence, reproach or peevish blame,
Irrevocably flies. Lament in vain :
Indifference comes the abandoned heart to claim,
Asserts forever her repulsive reign,

Close followed by Disgust and all her chilling train.

Indifference, dreaded power! what art shall save The good so cherished from thy grasping hand? How shall young Love escape the untimely grave Thy treacherous arts prepare ? or how withstand The insidious foe, who with her leaden band Enchains the thoughtless slumbering deity ? Ah, never more to wake! or e'er expand His golden pinions to the breezy sky, Or open to the sun his dim and languid eye.

THE SOLDIER OF THE ALPS.

In the vallies yet lingered the shadows of night, Though red on the glaciers the morning sun shone,

Q

With love that could not die! and still his hand

She presses to the heart no more that felt.
Ah heart; where once each fond affection dwelt,
And features yet that spoke a soul more fair.

HAPPY POWER OF LOVE AND ADVICE TO CHERISH IT.

When vexed by cares and harrassed by distress, The storms of fortune chill thy soul with dread, Let Love, consoling Love! still sweetly bless, And his assuasive balm benignly shed: His downy plumage o'er thy pillow spread Shall lull thy weeping sorrows to repose: To love, the tender heart hath ever fled, As on its mother's breast the infant throws Its sobbing face, and there in sleep forgets its woes.

O fondly cherish then the lovely plant, Which lenient heaven hath given thy pains to ease; Its lustre shall thy summer hours enchant, And load with fragrance every prosperous breeze, And when rude winter shall thy roses seize, When nought thro all thy bowers but thorns remain, This still with undeciduous charms shall please, Screen from the blast and shelter from the rain, And still with verdure cheer the desolated plain.

Through the hard season Love with plaintive note,
Like the kind red breast tenderly shall sing,
Which swells mid dreary snows its tuneful throat,
Brushing the cold dews from its shivering wing,
With cheerful promise of returning spring
To the mute tenants of the leafless grove.
Guard thy best treasure from the venomed sting
Of baneful peevishness: Oh! never prove
How soon ill-temper's power can banish gentle Love!

Repentance may the storms of passion chase,
And Love, who shrunk affrighted from the blast,
May hush his just complaints in soft embrace,
And smiling wipe his tearful eye at last,

Yet when the wind's rude violence is past,
Look what a wreck the scattered fields display;
See on the ground the withering blossoms cast!
And hear sad Philomel with piteous lay

Deplore the tempest's rage that swept her young away.

The tears capricious beauty loves to shed,
The pouting lip, the sullen silent tongue,
May wake the impassioned lover's tender dread,
And touch the string that clasps his soul so strong;
But ah, beware! the gentle power too long
Will not endure the frown of angry strife;
He shuns contention, and the gloomy throng
Who blast the joys of calm domestic life,

And flies when discord-shakes her brand with quarrels

rife.

Oh! he will tell you that these quarrels bring
The ruin, not renewal of his flame;
If oft repeated, lo! on rapid wing
He flies to hide his fair but tender frame;
From violence, reproach or peevish blame,
Irrevocably flies. Lament in vain :
Indifference comes the abandoned heart to claim,
Asserts forever her repulsive reign,

Close followed by Disgust and all her chilling train.

Indifference, dreaded power! what art shall save The good so cherished from thy grasping hand? How shall young Love escape the untimely grave Thy treacherous arts prepare ? or how withstand The insidious foe, who with her leaden band Enchains the thoughtless slumbering deity ? Ah, never more to wake! or e'er expand His golden pinions to the breezy sky, Or open to the sun his dim and languid eye.

THE SOLDIER OF THE ALPS.

In the vallies yet lingered the shadows of night, Though red on the glaciers the morning sun shone,