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and more caution was neceffary in our riding; for the road often narrow and rugged, frequently overhung a coalpit on the one fide, and a quarry on the other. Darkness furrounded us, and no opening profpect appearing, we alighted to walk our hories down a fleep defcent. Having performed this without danger; we ftopt, and liftened, if perchance we could catch any founds indicative of habitation. The meanest of his majefty's fubjects would at this time have afforded us more fatisfaction than all the treasures of modern and ancient lore, but no human being was traverfing this part of the forelt. Moving on a little farther, we perceived a light, but alas ! it was only the last ray of the western fun.-We heard a noife, but it was too distant to be distinct, and what was wolfe, we could not determine whether it was before, or behind us, on the right hand or on the left.

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nothing but experience, undertook to
He had
be our guide once more.
very foon occafion to perform one of
the principal duties of that office, by
ordering us fuddenly to halt, and in-
forming us that we were now on the
brow of a very steep hill, or the verge
of a precipice, he could not pofitively
fay which; and that we muft again
alight. The blackness of darkness
partly discovered, and partly hid our
danger from us. Here we again called
a council, the debates of which were
long and ferious. Various opinions
were given, and very bold conjectures
ftarted; having never been here be-
fore, I confined myfelf to abstract
reafoning; at length we arrived at
one conclufion, from which there was
no diffenting voice, namely, that we
had lost our way, and that not one of
us had the leaft idea how to recover
it. We now longed for that happy
art, peculiar to novelists, of extrica-
ting their heroes from perplexities
like ours, and began to think that we
muft país the night in a Quixote-like
manner..

Here then, my dear fir, behold us in the midst of a forest, twenty miles in length, and ten in breadth, for aught we knew, near no habitation, To make shorter, however, and and inacceffible to all help. What a figure would not this make in a novel, eafier of our journey upon paper than especially affifted by thunder and light- it was in reality, I must tell you, that ning, or the pitylefs pelting' of a after wandering in this manner for tempeft! But we were not in the hu- three hours, almost worn out with mour of admiring on the very fpot, fatigue, and our courage a little dathofe incidents which appear fo charm- maged, deliverance came when we Yet our leaft expected it, and without the iningly terrible in relation. courage did not fail us, although we tervention of any fupernatural beings. could fhow it only by tanding fill. A fhout of joy from our guide arTo go back was as impoffible as to go nounced that he had discovered a light forward, and as to moving to the glimmering through fome trees; the right and left, we had already fuffici- barking of a dog confirmed the joyently bewildered ourselves by that ful tidings, and we made boldly up kind of motion. After, however, to this fign of habitation; it was a gravely determining, that the road cottage, from whence, upon our call, we were upon, little as we were ac- illued a venerable female, with whom quainted with it, muft lead fomewhere, we determined to take up our abode, and that whether we took the length, if it fhould be likely that we were too or the breadth of the forelt, we muit far from our destined abode to reach get out of it by keeping on in a it in proper time. It was a greater ftraight line, we remounted. Twho had hitherto preferved rather a favourable opinion of his skill in the geography of the place, and against whom, I, you know, could oppofe

fatisfaction, however, to learn that we were without two hundred yards of Guns Mills, where a hofpitable reception, and a comfortable fupper rendered all our paft wanderings and

fufferings,

fufferings the fubject of the most pleafing recollection.

Here we remained the greater part of next day, and viewed fome part of the foreft. On the hill, above the mills, is a well called St. Anthony's, the water of which has fome mineral qualities, and is of exquifite coolness. The bottom of a square ftone bafon into which the water flows, was covered with crooked pins, a mark of that fuperftition which must be expected to haunt the minds of the peafantry, in one shape or other, for many years, notwithstanding the boafted illumination of the eighteenth century. If you lofe your horfe, or your child, or any thing elfe you value, it is but throwing a crooked pin into this well, and wishing to recover what you have loft, and the business is done. While we were tafling the delicious water of this well, a fervant came to inform me that my horfe had walked out of the ftable, and could not be found. Here was a time to try the virtues of the crooked pin, which we depofited with due formality; but I regret that the experiment was in one refpect imperfect. On our defcending to the tables, we found that it was not my horse, but another, which had walked off-confequently, I loft this opportunity of adding my teftimony to the amazing recoveries effected by St. Anthony's well.

The forest of Dean, with fome account of which I fhall conclude this letter, is fuppofed to contain about thirty thoufand acres, but fo many parts have been lately cultivated, that what properly deferves to be called foreft, is every day decreafing in extent; many towns and villages have been built in it; but it was once entirely covered with wood, and the best oaks in the kingdom were taken from thence for hip-building; what remains now of oak is reckoned fuperior to any other; but the quantity remaining is comparatively trifling; the decrease of oak timber within forty years, in this quarter, has been eftimated at four fifths. Its hills abound 5

in iron ore, and iron works are carrie on with great advantage; it has be obferved that there is fill more the appearance of a foreft preferved her, i both in the fcenery, and in the juridiction, than in almost any other par of the kingdom. The scenery i moftly natural and grand; art has not been employed here as in Wise | for foreft. The laws of forefts, anc fo great a fource of oppreffion, are now scarcely known; fuch as exi are either allowed to fleep, or are put in force very gently. The deer d the foreft of Dean are not very namerous; and the peasantry, knowing how eafily a theft may be deteded, will feldom meddle with them; but in the ftealing of trees, even of vaft magnitude, they are wonderfuly expert. They lop off the branches, and bury the trunk for fome time underground, removing it afterward in the night by piecemeal. These thefts are pretty generally known, but they are, perhaps not improperly, winked

at.

When we confider the vast importance of our navy to the very existence of Britain as a commercial nation, we fhall be furprised to hear frequent complaints of a general neglect in the growth of oak; and we shall be more furprised to find that fuch complaints are not without foundation. Much more of this as well as our other forefts ought to be enclosed, and made again into what they originally were, rea! forefts. I fhall conclude with a few remarks from an author whom I have already frequently quoted.

At prefent, fays Gilpin, even the veftiges of most of our foreft trees are obliterated. Of a few of them we find the fite mark in old maps; but as to their fylvan honours, fcarce any of them has the least remains to boast. Some of the woods were destroyed in licentious times: and many have been fuffered, through mere negligence, to wafte away-the pillage of a difhonest neighbourhood. The picturefque eye, in the mean time, is greatly hurt with the deftruction of all these fylvan

fcenes.

fcenes. Not that it delights in a continued foreft; nor wishes to have a whole country covered with wood. It delights in the intermixture of wood and plain; in which beauty confifts. It is not its bufinefs to confider matters of utility. It has nothing to do with the affairs of the plough, and the fpade; but merely examines the face of nature as a beautiful object. At the fame time, it is more than probable, that if at least fome of our ancient forefts, in different parts of the king

dom, had been preferved, the ends of public utility might have been answered, as well as thofe of picturesque beauty. This was at least the opinion of car enemies. We are informed, that in the intended invafion of 1588, the Spaniards, among other mifchief that was meditated, had orders to cut down all the forefts of England, which they could meet with; particularly the forelt cf Dean of Gloucestershire: I am, fir, yours, &c.

THE BRITISH MUS E.

ODE for His MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY. By HENRY JAMES PYE, Elq. PoctLaureat.

ROUS'D from the gloom of tranfient

death,

Reviving Nature's charms appear, Mild zephyr wakes with balmy breath

The beauties of the youthful year. The fleecy ftorm that froze the plain, The winds that wept the billowy main, The chilling blaft, the icy flower, That oft obfcur'd the vernal hour, And half deform'd the etherial grace That bloom'd on Maia's lovely face, Are gone-and o'er the fertile glade In manhood's riper form array'd, Bright June appears, and from his bofom throws,

Blufhing with hue divine, his own ambrofial rofe.

Yet there are climes where winter hoar

Defpotic ftill ufurps the plains,
Where the loud furges lath the thore,

And dreary Defolation reigns -
While as the hivering fwain defcries
The drifted mountain round him rife,
Thro' the dark mitt and howling blast,
Full many a longing look is caft,
To Southern realnis, whofe happier fkies
detain

The lingering car of day, and check his golden rein.

Chide not his ftay-the rofeate Spring Not always flies on halcyon wing; Not always ftrains of joy and love Steal fweetly thro' the trembling grove. Reflecting Sol's refulgent beams, The falchion oft terrific gleams; And louder than the wintry tempeft's roar, The battle's thunder fhakes th' affrighted More.

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To where Britannia's chalky cliff's
arife.

What tho' beneath her rougher air
A lefs luxuriant foil we fhare;
Tho' often o'er her brighteft day
Sails the thick ftorm, and fhrouds the
folar :
ray

No purple vintage tho' she boat,
No olive fhade her ruder coaft,
Yet here immortal Freedom reigns,
And Law protects what Labour gains;
And as her manly fons behold
The cultur'd farm, the tecming fold,
See Commerce spread to every gale,
From every fhore her fwelling tail,
Jocund they raife the choral lay
To celebrate th' aufpicious day,
By heaven felected from the laughing
year,

Sacred to patriot warth, to patriot befò as

dear.

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Thy blood-fhot eye darts peftilential fire,

Deftroys the genuine offspring of the heart,

The with benevolent, the kind defire, The friendly intercourfe devoid of art. Away! to dark Cimmerian regions fly! In kindred glooms, revolve thy baleful haggard eye.

Where merit fhines in honour bright,
Thou lov't to dim the radiant light;
Where beauty's charms difclofe their
pow'r,

Thou lov't to blast the blooming
flow'r;

Wherever excellence is found,

Thy ready fangs delight to wound; And what to all fhould give fupreme delight,

Degraded finks, and withers in thy fight.

Swift at thy touch Parnaffian laurels fade,

And wreaths triumphal on the warrior's brow;

Thou can't envelop virtue in thy hade, And o'er her charms malignant darkness throw

Yet know, bafe paffion, Truth's un

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Black, pimpled, loathfome, like to thee,
Refembling pair! ye muft agree.
Yet ah! the toad, detefted thing,
Has neither pois nous tooth, nor fting.
Thou, worse than vipers, can't diffute
around

The deadly venom, and the livid wourd. Beneath thy steps the verdant herbage dies,

Thy with ring blaft destroys the op'ning flow`r;

Swift from thy fight, each flutt ring fongiter flies,

And ftreams roll refluent from thị hated pow'r;

The charms of beauty, and the grace of youth

Fall to thy unrelenting hate a prev; And all envenom'd by thy cank'ring tooth,

Fair reputation blafted dies away. Malignant paflion! thy prime blifs is to destroy !

Thy greateft curfe is to behold a rival's joy !

All vile and hateful as thou art,
Thou dwelleft in the human heart.
What charm or magic can't thou uk,
Thy vile contagion to infufe!

And thus pervert his native mind,
From open, gen'rous, free, and kind,
To dark fufpicion's cloudy rettes

ftate,

And all the fullen angry gloom of

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O'er me, ah! never wave thy fombre wing, Nor in this heart, infix thy life-empois'ning fting.

EUSEBIUS.

I long have left thy bowers ferene,

Gay folly's vagrant band to join;
Who wander'd from thy fimple fane,
To follow phantoms false and vain.
devotion warm'd,
Behold, with pure
Again the vagrant feeks thy grove;
I trace thy winding rivulet charm'd,
Entranc'd I hear thy linnets love;
And as each touching charm I fee,
I challenge art to rival thee.

But fhould't thou afk what potent call
Has wak'd the latent fenfe of wrong,
And bade me at the altar fall,

Of her whom I neglected long;
Truth thali compel my lips to own,
That love conducts me to thy throne.

He blends with thine Maria's name,
Congenial charm in each I trace;
She perfect as thy faultless frame,
Thou lovely as her angel face;
Thy dictates her bofom warms,
[From Mrs. Robinson's Poems, Vol. II.] Like thee the fimiles, like thee the charms.

THE MORALIST.

HARK! the hollow moaning wind
Sweeps along the midnight air,

Sullen as the guilty mind;

Hidden fource of dark despair.

See, the death-wing'd lightning fly;
Defolation marks its way!
Fatal as the vengeful eye,

Fixing on its deftin'd prey.
Dreadful thunders, threat'ning roll,
Viewlefs, 'midit the turbid clouds !
So, the fierce relentless foul

Hate's empoifon'd arrow fhrouds.
See, the billowy ocean's breaft,
Sway'd by ev'ry wav'ring wind,
Rifes, foams, and finks to rett,
Fickle as the human mind!

Sweetly blooms the role of May,
Glittring with the tears of morn:
So infidious files betray,

While they hide the treach'rous thorn.

Mark gay fummer's glowing prime,
Shadow'd by the twilight gioom;
So the ruthlefs wing of time

Bends the fairest to the tomb.

Moralift! where'er you move,
O'er vaft Nature's varying plan,
Ev'ry changing scene fall prove,
A fad epitome of man !

To NATURE,

OH, Nature! univerfal queen,

pure

AIRS, in the New Opera of LoDOISKA,
performed at Drury-Lane Theatre.

SWEET bird, that cheer'st the heavy

hours

Of Winter's dreary reign,
O, ftill exert thy tuneful pow'rs,
And pour the vocal strain !

Go not to feek a fcanty fare

From Nature's frozen hand,
While I, with gratitude, prepare
The food thy wants demand.

Domestic bird, with me remain,
Until next verdant fpring

Again fhall to the woodland train,
Their grateful tribute bring.

Sweet Robin, then thou may'ft explore
And join the feather'd throng,
And ev'ry vocal bufn shall pour
The energy of fong.

YE ftreams, that round my prifon creep
If on your molly banks you fee
My gallant lover stand and weep,

Oh, murmur this command from me;
Thy miftrefs bids thee halte away,
And shun the broad-ey'd, watchful day.
Ye gales, that love with me to figh,
If in your breezy flight you fee

My dear Floreski ling'ring nigh,
Oh, whifper this command from me-

Though mindless of thy power di- Thy miftrefs bids thee hafte away,

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And thun the broad-ey'd, watchful day.

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