Veil'd in gold, and round her hair

Lilies there,

Here each blushing blossom piling, If, on wheels of sapphire drawn, Mounts the Dawn;

Lo! we say, the Sky how smiling! True, in mighty Nature's mirth, Heaven and Earth

Deck with smiles their jocund faces True, they smile; but smiling, so Cannot show

Half your soul-enchanting graces !

THE FROWN.

BY THE SAME,

WHEN with soft and winning air,

Comes my fair

By her guard of Loves surrounded; And a smile, benignly bright,

Beams delight

On the heart which they have wounded;

Such the charms which she displays,

All who gaze

Wish her ever thus alluring;

Nor again dare hope to meet

Sight so sweet

Spite of love himself assuring,

But the pearls whose lucid hue
Wonder drew,

If in serious mood she closes ;
And the look, that gaily glanc'd,
As entranc'd

In reflected thought, composes;

Suddenly behold we now
On her brow

Pride enthroned in awful beauty. Pride? ah no!--but where my Muse, Wilt thou chuse

Words to satisfy thy duty?

When abroad on orient wings

Eurus springs

O'er the summer seas to revel;

And his feet in rapid race

Print their trace,

Where he skims the watery level;

Curling waves with murmuring sound Foam around :

Yet no storm of wrath collected Speaks that sound; the sign but shows, Ocean knows

How to make his power respected!

Thus we on that brow discern,
Sweetly stern,

Terrours which no pain occasion:

'Tis not anger that is shown;

"Tis alone

Beauty daunting bold invasion;

And that gentle look severe
Charms endear

So transporting to the lover,
Not one thought he more employs

On the joys,

Which her beauteous smiles discover!

DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST.

[These fine moral Stanzas were originally intended for a solemn funeral song in a play of James Shirley's, intitled The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses," no date. This little poem is said to have been a favourite song with King Charles II.Percy.]

THE glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things ;
There is no armour agairt fate :
Death lays his icy hands on kings
Sceptre and crown

Must tumble down,

And in the dust be equal made

With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill ;
But their strong nerves at last must yield,
They tame but one another still.

Early or late

They stoop to fate,

And must give up their murmuring breath,
When they pale captives creep to death.
The garlands wither on your brow,
Then boast no more your mighty deeds,
Upon death's purple altar now

See where the victor victim bleeds:
All heads must come

To the cold tomb,

Only the actions of the just,

Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.

SONG.

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,

CRABBED Age and Youth

Cannot live together;

Youth is full of pleasance,

Age is full of care :

Youth like summer morn,

Age like winter weather,
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare :

Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short;

Youth is nimble, age is lame

Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold :

Youth is wild, and Age is tame.

Age, I do abhor thee,
Youth I do adore thee,

O, my love, my love is young:
Age, I do defie thee;

O, sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stayst too long.

ADDRESS TO WINTER.

WINTER! I hail thy empire drear,
And see thee with a sigh depart;
Others may deem thy frown severe,
I love thee, clouded as thou art!
For what if Summer shall afford

Repose in evening's twilight hour,
Tis thine to crown the social board,

Nor less to cheer the lonely hour.

My study clofed, and stirred my fire,
Hence be the threatening tempest hurled ;
Within myself I can retire,

My shutters have shut out the world.

EPILOGUE TO THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL,
With alterations and additions, as spoken by Mrs.
Stanley of the Boston Theatre, at her benefit, Feb-
ruary 16.

A SCHOOL for Scandal! tell me,
I beseech you,
Needs there a school this modish art to teach you?