Regardless of the world, to gain thy praise,
Was all that could my just ambition raife.

Why has my heart this fond engagement known?
Or why has heaven diffolv'd the tie fo foon?
Why was the charming youth fo form'd to move?
Or why was all my foul fo turn'd for love?
But virtue here a vain defence had made,
Where fo much worth and eloquence could plead.
For he could talk-'twas ecftacy to hear,
'Twas joy, 'twas harmony to every ear!
Eternal mufic dwelt upon his tongue,
Soft and tranfporting as the mufe's fong:
Lift'ning to him, my cares were charm'd to reft,
And love, and filent
rapture fill'd
my breaft;
Unheeded the gay moments took their flight,
And time was only measured by delight,
I hear the lov'd, the melting accents ftill,
And ftill the kind, the tender tranfport feel:
Again I fee the fprightly paffions rife,
And life and pleasure sparkle in his eyes.
My fancy paints him now with every grace,
But, ah! the dear delufion mocks my fond embrace:
The fmiling vifion takes its hafty flight,

And fcenes of horror fwim before my fight,
Grief and defpair in all their terrors rife,
A dying lover pale and gasping lies;
Each difmal circumftance appears in view,
The fatal object is for ever new:

His anguish, with the quickest sense I feel,
And hear this fad, this moving language ftill.
My deareft wife! my laft, my fondest care!
Sure Heaven for thee will hear a dying prayer:
Be thou the charge of facred providence,
When I am gone, be that thy kind defence;
Ten thousand smiling bleffings crown thy head,
When I am cold, and number'd with the dead.
Think on thy vows, be to my mem'ry juft,
My future fame and honor are thy truft.
From all engagements here I now am free,

But that which keeps my ling'ring foul with thee.
How much I love, thy bleeding heart can tell,
Which does, like mine, the pangs of parting feel:
But hafte to meet me on thofe happy plains,
Where mighty love in endless triumphs reigns.

He ceas'd; then gently yielded up his breath,
And fell a blooming facrifice to death:
But, oh! what words, what numbers can express,
What thought conceive the height of
my diftrefs!
Why did they tear me from thy breathless clay?
I should have staid, and wept my life away.
Yet, gentle fhade, whether thou now doft rove,
Thro' fome bleft vale, or ever verdant grove;
One moment liften to my grief, and take
The fofteft vows that conftant love can make.

T

For

For thee all thoughts of pleasure I forego,
To thee my tears Thall never ceafe to flow;
For thee at once I from the world retire,
To feed, in filent fhades, a hopeless fire.
My bofom all thy image fhall retain,

The full impreffion there shall still remain.
As thou haft taught my conftant heart to prove,
The noblest height and elegance of love;
That facred paffion I to thee confine,
My fpotlefs faith fhall be for ever thine.

THE late Lord Richard Cavendish, a few weck's

before his death, went a hunting with the King of Naples; when the fport was over, his Majesty invited him to anner in the country. Lord R. defired permiffion to fit in his great coat, on account of his ill health. This the King immediately granted. His Sicilian Majefty (who, though ill educated, poffeffes great natural talents, and is an enemy to every species of affectation) was extremely pleafed with the fimplicity of Lord Richard's character, and converfed with him in a manner the most free, chearful and engaging. This Lord Richard was fo much taken with, that on a fudden

a fudden he cried out, "I admire your Majefty exceffively, because you are not the leaft like a King." His Majefty often mentioned the circum ftance with pleasure, and declares that he looks upon it to have been the moft flattering speech that ever was made him..

IMPERIAL CLEMENCY.

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HE Maréchal de Sabran had retired from the fervice of his king and country at the age of fixty-five, having been equally diftinguished for undaunted valour, and the most extenfive knowledge of military affairs. The place of his retreat was a folitary romantic chateau, the fplendor and hofpitality of which were every way worthy of fo noble and illuftrious a gueft: to this abode Fame attended her hoary warrior, after having led him fecure, through a series of dangers, to the highest honours which a' grateful monarch could beftow. Here he proposed enjoying the bright evening of that day, the meredian fplendor of which had never been obfcured by a cloud. Under this friendly roof, that cordial hospitality was realized, which is now feldom heard of, but in times remote, or legendary

legendary tales. No furly Swifs, in all the pride of upftart infolence, was placed, like a dragon, before the gate of this feat of affluence; nor was it ever closed against the foot of even vagrant mifery. Every eye invited the ftranger with a con❤ defcenfion fuited to his rank and pretenfions; and the very dogs themselves (as if influenced by their Lord's example) feemed to tell him he was welcome; whilft the board of plenty, at which he was placed without ceremony, effectually convinced him he was fo.

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Ye, whofe days flow on in one dull fcene of useless inactivity, or roll in a continued torrent of voluptuous enjoyment; who bask in the funfhine of fortune due to virtues which can alone be traced in the annals of your fires; compare your frivolous existence with that of the old Maréchal de Sabran, and whilft ambition excites you to envy his fame, let reafon urge you to the imitation of his virtues.

Of all thofe who from friendship or want fought his protection none were received with more apparent fatisfaction than those, who, like himself, had devoted their lives to arms. Scarcely any dif tinction was known among perfons of this defcription. It was enough that the ftranger either was, or had been, a foldier: his arrival was announced; the Marechal ran to meet him; and all his necef