No. IX.]-For SEPTEMBER, 1791.-[Vol. III.
Ornamented with a handfome ENGRAVING, and a Piece of MUSICK.
PRINTED AT BOSTON,
BY ISAIAH THOMAS AND EBENEZER T. ANDREWS, At FAUST'S STATUE, No. 45, NEWBURY STREET.
Sold at their Bookstore, by said THOMAS at his Bookstore in WORCESTER, and by the feveral Gentlemen who receive Subfcriptions for this Work.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS to CORRESPONDENTS.
Textuarius, on the Forbidden Fruit-came too late. It is at least curious! Philenia's Card is worthy of her distinguished candour.
Collection for the Bouquet-indelicacy can never be admitted; fome are good.
Earl Pembroke's Will—an old fashioned oddity, fit for Bedlam. Extracts from Smellie-A continuation is requested.
The Inexorable Father-next month.
The refpectable Reviewers of Belknap's New Hampshire, are tendered every poffible acknowledgment.
To POETICAL FRIENDS.
Lavinia-merits our fincereft thanks. Elegies-the lamentableft ditties imaginable. Cleon's Invocation to Hebe-may it be realized.
Lucia is apologized to for long delay-the Unfortunate Fair, is almost a winter piece.
Zurick's Sacred Ode-is not deficient in merit.
Anger, Prayer for Louis XVI, Lines to W. Wilberforce, &c. claimed early notice.
Belinda, always pleases.
Mother and I pray keep at home.
Song, I love you, for you love me.- -We are not Publicans.
The Editors have long fince anticipated the Commencement at Han over; and request a distinguished literary character to remember his kind promife.
Some of the Providence Orations and Poems, would meet every ty pographical attention.
FOR THE MASSACHUSETTS MAGAZINE. The OLD SOLDIE R. [Embellished with a handfome Engraving. I
A heard the trumpet of war; T an early period, Alonzo
he listened to its awakening tone, and fprang forward to the plains of battle. His determined intre- pidity, coolness of temper, and extent of knowledge, foon raised him from the humble grade of a volunteer, to the moft confpicu- ous point of command. At two different periods, his fervices were called for, and a grateful coun- try repaid them, by ample rewards. United to an amiable woman, and the father of four fine children, Alonzo deemed himself happy. The expectance of completing his days in the mansion of peace, is grateful to the veteran's bofom. Alas! how little do we know of the future! His country was op- preffed, she flew to arms! Alonzo appeared once more at her fide, and lodged the laft appeal. With him came on, the two fons of hap- pier hours! they fell, covered with glorious wounds, The faithful
partner of his bosom died of ex- treme grief. And many were the hardships that his lovely daughters experienced. The pa-- cification of 1783, returned Alon- zo to his ancient dwelling. It was nearly in ruins, the troops of the victor had been cantoned there. A falfe ungenerous friend drew his monies, whilst absent, out of the funds; and made a transfer of himself in the book of death.- His pay on the British establish- ment had long fince been with- held. His dues from the conti- nent were as yet unfettled. lonzo collected the small remains of a shattered fortune, and retir- ed with his daughters from the busy town," To rock the cradle of repofing age," was the fupreme de- light of thefe amiable girls. The old foldier frequently recounted his fufferings, with the mighty wrongs of a patriot army, and keenly eying his fword that hung near by, would haftily ftretch the
FOR THE MASSACHUSETTS MAGAZINE.
The LETTER.-A SKETCH. EAVEN bless the man, faid "fruit at table. Madam had juft
He, how Warm is that heart, decanted a bottle of Madeira,
which, unafked, unfolicited, prof- fers eternal affiftance! Thank God, my circumstances at this moment are comfortable, and fhould dame fortune fheer my fleece, behold a friend, he will "temper the wind to the fhorn lamb." Alas! but little does the affluent know of the world. It is pov- erty that tries the human foul. Some months elapfed, unexpect- ed events took place, "woes love to cluster, folitary woes are rare." At a loss how to act, undetermin- ed what to do, penfively mufing on a thousand schemes, I found myself exactly oppofite the door of my friend. The ftubborn latch, the grating hinge, feemed to reproach my attempts at en- trance. Pfhaw faid I, the maf- ter would willingly oil you, if he knew that your creaking gave pain to a fenfible mind; away with every defponding thought-the owner is generous to a fault.-I entered; Mr. was reclin- ing upon his elbow, eating fome
flight inclination of their heads, told me at once, that report had outftripped my wayward feet. I faw, that common fame had al- ready announced my fall. "Have you dined ?" faid the lady. "No, Mam," was the reply. Pom- pey, is there any thing left? bring it in, the gentleman wants a bit." Pompey turned round; the kitch- en and parlour commanded a full view of each other; both doors ftood open. Pompey had feen me in happier days, his eyes caught mine, he perceived a lu- cid drop that was starting-Pom- pey looked unhappy-" Ah, mal- fa!" efcaped his heaving bofom.
"God blefs thee !" was the refpond. A few bitter morfels went down; the gentleman rose, and walked into his garden. Ma- dam plead indifpofition; fhe re- tired to her chamber. Left to- tally alone, I paufed for fome minutes, and then followed the mafter of the house, “Sir, faid I," in a hefitating voice," when I did
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