THE INVITATION.
INCLEMENT Winter's rigid sway,

At length, my love, is past;
The lowering gloom is chased away,

And hushed, the angry blast.
And now, the sun's prolific beam

With genial warmth delights;
And where blithe nature's beauties teem,

Thy gentle step invites.
Come then, Eliza, dearest maid!

With me awhile repair,
To view the charms by spring displayed,

And breathe the vernal air.
Together will we fondly rove

Through every flowery vale;
O'er fertile hills, and in each grove,

Where varied sweets exhale.
I'll cull the lilac's choicest bloom,

To deck my fair one's breast;
Or with the blossomed thorn presume

Her bosom to invest.
And round that brow, where loves preside, .

And sense and virtue shine,
Each bud that blows in floral pride,

Officiously entwine.
Oh then obey the fond command !

Thou maid of beauteous mien !
Haste, where bestrewn by nature's hand,

Abounds the verdant green.
There, 'midst enchanting scenes we'll rove,

Throughout the live-long day;
And Love himself shall deigu to prove
Companion on our way.

| D. H. N.

THE MODERN BUCK. 'TIS taste a-la-mode, and the pride of the age, To sot with the mob, and like savages rage, To drown dull reflection, the province of brutes, The hero his manners, and circumstance suits : A rebel at once to his reason, and king, Secured from the stream by his right to the string..

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A TRIBUTE OF LOVE. INSCRIBED TO MY BEST EARTHLY FRIEND. THOU art my bosom friend! my best beloved !

O Mary! in this world of bitter strife,
How blest is he whose wayward fate has proved

The heavenly value of a virtuous wife!"

And I have proved it. I have known the hour

Of darkness that o'ershadows all the soul, When man-unfeeling man-assumes the power

To crush misfortune by his proud controul. But, gentle soother of the grief-worn mind!

Thy sweet persuasion can a spell impart, That bids the stream of pure affection wind

In floods of joy around the troubled heart. Then let pale envy, with malignant spite,

And purse-proud ignorance, with paltry guile, Let all the darkest powers of earth unite

To bear me down :--and I will rise and smile!
The sunbeams of happiness burst o'er my head,

To lighten my path as I go;
And mental enjoyment before me has spread

All the comforts a mortal can know.
For what are the riches that earth can afford

Compared with a conscience at rest?
And what is the power of a king or a lord

By love and by friendship unblest?
O give me but peace and the blessing of health

For those that are dearest to me!
'Tis all, my beloved! that I covet of wealth

For myself, for my children, and thee. May we but resign all that providence gave

With the firmness that heaven bestows! And may the same hour bring us both to the grave Our last, our eternal repose !

W. HERSEE

TO EVELINA.
WHEN borne on wings of love I stray,

In hopes to meet my charming fair,
How sweetly pass the hours away

If Evelina be but there.
I fly to meet my lovely maid,
· And love's enchanting tale declare,
At evening in the lonely glade,

And rove with Evelina there.
Lovers alone this bliss can know,

These raptures lovers only share;
These joys are heaven begun below,

If Evelina be but there.
But ah! what anxious cares arise

When doomed to bid my love farewell;
While the soft-beaming of her eyes

Conveys what words but faintly tell.
Her head reclining on my breast

Imparts a sympathetic care,
That I must gothus sweetly blest

And leave my Evelina there.
Oh yes too swift the moments fly,

Thus caught in Love's bewitching snare!
For I must heave the parting sigh,

Though Evelina's self be there.
Yes, we must part-time hastens on-

And night steals on ere well aware,
While Philomela tunes her song

To greet my Evelina there.
Yet though thus doomed from thee to part,

Will Memory often here repair,
And Fancy picture to my heart

The pleasing transports cherished there. Yes, dearest maid! in every scene

Which time or fortune inay prepare, Whatever cares may intervene,

I'll think of Evelina tbere. lo youth, in age, in life and death,

If Fortune smile, or Fortune spare, I'll bless thee with my latest breath,

And think of Evelina there. MERTON. THE REPLY IN the play-house one night as I stood very quiet, And no way inclined for disturbance or riot, A puffed-up young coxcomb, with uplifted glassCries, “ Demme take care! stand away! let me pass!” But observing that near me no room was to spare, I quietly said, “ Pray, sir, stay where you are; For 'tis strange if a seat you can get by command, When all those around you scarce find room to stand.” My answer displeased the gay votary of fashion, And put the young gentleman quite in a passion : Then blustering with rage, and a voice over loud, He cursed such an ill-bred, and beggarly croud :

Called me a d -d scoundrel, just let loose from toil, • And swore I had put all his blood in a boil.

I calmly replied, " I suppose all this din Twithin; Comes from bubbles which rise from your boiling's Therefore prithee stand off,-not, young spark! that I fear you

[near you; But as your blood boils, you may scald those who're The door is hard by, and to 'scape ridicule, You had better walk out till your passion is cool.” So turning my back on his frowning displeasure, I left him behind to get cool at his leisure.

HENRIQUE.

SARAH WEEPING.
WHY, Sally, why,
Looks dim that speaking eye?
Why does the tear,
In pearly drops appear?--
Ah-now I know!

That vivid glow
Which Aushed in thy dark eyes,

Suffused in tears

Now disappears,
In pity to love's anxious sighs.

JERRY MANSEL.

J. Arliss, Printer, London,

ACCOUNT

OF THE SHIPWRECK OF THE MEDUSA FRIGATE. IN all the history of perils and sufferings encountered at sea, fertile as it is in terrific events, there is assuredly no darker page than that which contains the narrative of the shipwreck of the Medusa frigate. · It may, indeed, justly be doubted whether any similar occurrence was ever marked by such circumstances of extreme horror. In many instances of shipwreck, the mind is somewhat relieved and solaced by the contemplation of the patience, the fortitude, and the mutual kindness, displayed by the individuals who are the theme of the story; but, in this instance, no such consolation is afforded. All the bad passions seem to have conspired with natural dangers, to render the situation of the crew of the Minerva as terrible as imagination itself can possibly conceive.

The Medusa, of forty-four guns, in company with three other vessels, sailed from Rochefort, on the 17th of June, 1816, to take possession of the French settlements on the river Gambia, wbich had been restored to France by the treaties of 1814 and 1815. As it was intended that the governor of Senegal, who was on board, should send out a party to ascertain the possibility of establishing a settlement near Cape Verd, this expedition was accompanied by a number of scientific VOL. II. No. IV.

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