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• upon you,' faid Eden, tenderly, The probabilities are as you say, but with astonishment. She is my • but we muit not yield to them
daughter,' exclaimed the stranger. ' rafhly.' • Has not that occurred to you? 6 A servant now announced to • But no! I must not say fo: them the arrival of Mrs. Alwin. • Alas! I may be mistaken. Yet Her father was one of the persons • I, on leaving England, took the to whom Clement, who was his
name of Fitzalleyn ; left my kinsman, and not knowing that he • daughter an infant; was never was the father of Mrs. Alwin, had • heard of! Her mother dead !' addressed himself for information. So saying, he fell back on the seat, He sent by his daughter, who flew and found relief in a flood of tears. on the wings of friendship, the very The state of Eden's feelings defies joyful intelligence, which Eden and words and description. His afto- his honoured benefactor had alnishment, however, some transient ready, the one with eagerness, and doubts, and some fears soon rebuk- the other with caution, ventured in ed by his hopes, and his hopes fome degree to anticipate. themselves, were instantly absorbed the joy of Clement, while he bleirin all the ravishment of expecta- ed his affectionate child, was mintion. The dear object of his faith- gled with fad remembrance, and ful and most tender regard must be with the tender recollection of her the child of his earliest friend, of amiable mother. Time, however, his deliverer, of his protector ! She and the confolation he now receivwas now to feel herself on that foot- ed, restored him to becoming coming of equality, which, in the ex- posure ; beams of the gentleti feretreme, and somewhat blameable nity thone on his hcary locks ; foi delicacy of her sentiments, she held his children continued virtuous; essential to the ease and confidence and were rewarded with as much of mutual love. If any obligation enjoyment as virtue can here exremained, he was to be the person pect. obliged. He assured his friend " Whatsoever opinion may be • that it must be fo; and as far as formed of the preceding story,
youth could resemble age, that which is founded on facs, and • his daughter resembled him; and whatsoever sentiments it may tend ' urged him therefore to give im- to excite, I persuade myself that • mediate intimation to his dear one reflection in particular will * Matilda.' --- Matilda was the arife unsuggested in the breafts of • name of my child,' said Clement, my philanthropical friends; for now recovered from agitation, and they will reflect with pleasure, that in a tone of acquiefcing compla- the indulgence of a philanthropicency. ' But ftill there may be cal temper, and the performance of • fome mistake; and the confe- benevolent actions, may produce ef
quences of difappointment in a fects fo beneficial, as io mock cal• matter fo intimately interesting culation; and in ways beyond the " to us both, and to your dear Matil- reach of conjecture ; and at times
da, might be unspeakably fatal. when expectation is dead."
Ops for the New YEAR.
By Henry James Pye, Ese. PoET LAUREAT,
'ER the vex'a bofom of the deep,
When ruthing wild with frantic haste,
The surface of the wat'ry waste,
Yet ftill along the murky 1ky
Anxious he throws th' enquiring eye,
So Albion, round her rocky coast,
Still 1afer in her dauntless band,
Whofe patriot zeal, whose bold emprize,
With gentle Mercy's milder claim,
She courts in vain ! - The ruthless foe,
Deaf to the shrieks of agonizing woe,
Mine be th eternal sway, aloud he cries,
Genius of Albion, hear!
By wreaths thy hardy sons of yore
By raih Iberia's naval pride,
Call forth thy warrior race again,
“ To arms! your enfigns straight display!
The oracle for war declares,
ELEGY written in a CHURCH-YARD in SOUTH WALES.
[From Poems by WILLIAM Mason, M. A. Vol. III.)
FROM fouthern Cambria's richly-varied clime,
Where grace and grandeur share an equal reign;
Of mountain lineage sweep into the main ;
Proud to have dar'd the dangers of the deep,
To ocean's verge where stray the vent'rous sheep : From brilliant scenes like these I turn my eye }
And, lo! a folemn circle meets its view, Wall'd to protect inhum'd mortality,
And shaded close with poplar and with yew. Deep in that dell the humble fane appears,
Whence prayers if humble best to heaven aspire ; No tower embattled, no proud spire it rears,
A moss-grown croflet decks its lowly choir. And round that fane the sons of toil repose,
Who drove the plough-Ihare, or the fail who spread; With wives, with children, all in meafur'd rows,
Two whiten'd flint ftones mark the feet and head. While these between full many a fimple flow'r,
Panfy, and pink, with languid beauty smile;
And velvet tufts of fragrant chamomile.
Surviving love felects its vernal race;
Plants that with early perfume feed the breeze
May beft each dank and noxious vapour chafe.
Turnfole, and piony, and all the train
Ill suit the copse where death and filence reign.
Where violets sweet their twofold purple spread,
Or with’ring hang its emblematic head.
That wakeful love with penfive step will go;
Left haply it difturb the friend below.
Potent enough to wake such feep profound,
Pours from his trump the world diffolving found.
An eye to pity, would that fear reprove ?
Can mock the foibles of surviving love.
Have power the focial charities to 1pread;
Which, while it warms the heart, improves the head.
That from the dross of self each with refines,
Till with primæval purity it shines.
His humbler praise; for Gray or fail'd to see,
Rich in the pathos of true poefy.
Or lean'd like me againft this ivied wall,
Then sweetest when it flow'd at nature's call.
Each plant's peculiar character could seize;
To all these flow'rs, a thousand fimilies.
Has mix'd with dear maternal duft his own ; * This epithet is used to call to the reader's recollection a passage in Shakespear, defcriptive of a character to which in its best parts Mr, Gray's was not diflimilar. Duke Sen. But what said Jaques?
Did he not moralize this le?
As you like it, A&.2. Scene I.
Er'n now the pang, which parting friendship gare;
Thrills at my heart, and tells me he is gone.
Congenial to this confecrated gloom;
Of grief, like mine, that lives beyond the tomb. Shows me that you, though doom'd the livelong year
For scanty food the toiling arm to ply,
To heave, when mem'ry bids, the ready figh.
Still act as heartfelt sympathy inspires; The taste, which birth from education gains,
Serves but to chill affection's native tires. To you more knowledge than what shields from vice
Were but a gift would multiply your cares; Of matter and of mind let reasoners nice
Dispute; be patience yours, presumption theirs. You know (what more can earthly science know?)
That all muft die; by revelation's ray Ilum'd, you trust the ashes placed below
These flow'ry tufts, shall rise again to day. What if you deem, by hoar tradition led,
To you perchance devolv'd from Druids old, That parted fouls at folemn seasons tread
The circles that their fhrines of clay enfold ? What if you deem they fome sad pleasure take
These poor memorials of your love to view, And scent the perfume for the planter's fake,
That breathes from vulgar rosemary and rue? Unfeeling Wit may scorn, and Pride may frown;
Yet Fancy, empress of the realms of song, Shall bless the decent mode, and Reason own
It may be right--for who can prove it wrong?