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Shall the image of him I was born to adore
Inshrin'd in my bosom, my idol still prove?
Or seduced by caprice, shall find feeling no more
With the incense of truth, gem the altar of love?

When I view the deep tint of the dew-dropping rose,
Where the bee sits enamour'd its nectar to sip;

Ah! say,
will not memory then fondly disclose
The softer vermillion that glow'd on his lip?

Will the sun, when he rolls in his chariot of fire,

So dazzle my mind with the glare of his rays, That my senses, one moment, shall cease to admire The more perfect refulgence that beam'd in his lays?

When the shadows of twilight steal over the plain,

And the nightingale pours its lorn plaint in the grove, Ah! will not the fondness that thrills thro' the strain, Then recall to my mind his dear accents of love?

When I gaze on the stars that bespangle the sky,
Ah! will not their mildness some pity inspire;
Like the soul-touching softness that beam'd in his eye,
When the tear of regret chill'd the flame of desire?

Then spare thou dear urchin, thou soother of pain,
Oh! spare the sweet picture engrav'd on my heart
As a record of love, let it ever remain,

My bosom thy tablet-thy pencil a dart!

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WRITTEN BY A GENTLEMAN TO HIS WIFE ON THE TENTH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE.

IT oft has been agreed, you know,
There's nothing new on earth below;
That sterling sense, and beauty too,
Precisely as they charm in you,
Have charm'd in multitudes before,
And will in many thousands more.
This doctrine suits me passing well;
And why, delights me much to tell
It suits me well; because in you
I want, I look for nothing new:
Ten years ago I prais'd your charms,
And woo'd you to my faithful arms;
Ten years ago your truth I prov'd,
Ten years ago your virtues lov'd.
As time revolves in circling round,
In close and closer union bound,
You to my heart the same appear,
As good, as lovely, and as dear;
And, long on this returning day,
May thus my muse exulting say:
So may the fates be kind to me,
As I am kind and true to thee;
As I shall tenderly remove
Each trace of sorrow from

my love.

So, when together we descend
The vale of life's remoter end,
The vain complaint that we grow old,
Shall be forgot as soon as told:
Memory shall speak of pleasure past
With tender triumph to the last;
And hope renew a better scene,
Where death no more shall intervene,

General Evening Post.

SONG.

In the world's crooked path where I've been, There to share of life's gloom my poor part, The bright sun-shine that soften'd the scene Was a smile from the girl of my heart!

Not a swain when the lark quits her nest,
But to labour with glee will depart,
If at eve he expects to be blest

With a smile from the girl of his heart!

Come then crosses and cares as they may,
Let my mind still this maxim impart,
That the comfort of man's fleeting day
Is-a smile from the girl of his heart!
The Woodman, an Opera.

THE SEAMAN'S HOME.

O YOU, whose lives on land are pass'd, And keep from dang'rous seas aloof; Who careless listen to the blast,

Or beating rains upon the roof; You little heed how seamen fareCondemn'd the angry storm to bear.

Sometimes, while breakers vex the tide, He takes his station on the deck; And now lash'd o'er the vessel's side,

He clears away the cumb'ring wreck; Yet while the billows o'er him foam, The ocean is his only home.

Still fresher blows the midnight gale!
"All hands, reef topsails" are the cries:
And, while the clouds the heavens veil,
Aloft to reef the sail-he flies!
In storms so rending, doom'd to roam,
The ocean is the seaman's home!

Midnight Wanderers, an Opera.

ADVERTISEMENT.

WANTED IMMEDIATELY,

A MINISTER

CAPABLE OF PLEASING ALL PARTIES.

He must be one who will repeal all the taxes now existing, and discharge the national debt without the assistance of money. He must propose no new taxes that fall upon any description of people whatsoever. He must provide places and pensions for every person, and grant them on the first application.-He must bring no bills into Parliament, and give no opposition to any that other people bring in.-And, besides these, he must render the country rich and flourishing, and a terror to all her enemies abroad.

N.B. If he can carry on a war without any expense, so much the better.

Apply at the Grumble and Growl public house, in Piccadilly; or at the sign of the Tumble down Dick, in the Haymarket.

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