now exhibited, are thus defcribed in an extract from a private letter, dated January 19:

On Friday laft, foon after ten o'clock at night, the whole roof and body of our fine old Church gave way in an instant, and with a moft tremendous crash fell to the ground! My reflections confule my ideas, fo as to prevent my giving you fuch a defcription as my imagination fuggefts. You have beheld the majeftic ruins of the world's wonder and glory; but I think I may venture to affirm, this fudden and most awful event, which has crumbled in an inftant this antient and noble structure, would fill your mind with feniations you never before experienced. I fhould receive great pleasure had I the ability to give you fuch a defcription as my mind dictates; but alas! language is too weak to paint a scene of fuch fplendid horror as the firft view of this fudden devaftation prefented.-Figure to yourself the immenfe and lofty roof, with all thofe noble pillars that Tupported it, and nearly the whole of the exterior walls and battlements, lying in majestic confufion, mingled with the remains of the shattered pews, pulpit, broke and dispersed into a thoufand an gles, forming various maffes of confufion; in one part a prodigious beam accidentally fallen fo as to fupport a huge piece of the remaining aifle at the Eaft end, the Communion table and part of the Chancel

remaining, from which fcite, through a vifta of the broken arches, you behold the old tower and fteeple ftand unfupported, and under its battlements the fine organ, over part of the front of which hung an immenie fheet of lead, like a curtain, waving in terrific grandeur with the wind, and threatening deftruction to what remained beneath: on each fide hung tottering fragments of the children's galleries, through the back of which appeared broken lights from the South and North apertures of the remaining tower; which, together with the valt mass of light that illumined the bulk of this ftupendous ruin, form together a fcene of awful and magnificent deltruction that furpaffes the power of delcription, and which must be seen to be conceived. Happily no lives were lost."

This unfortunate accident happened by means of fome bricklayers, who, in digging a vault, penetrated below the bale of two of the columns which fupported the middle aifle; the whole of which, with the roof of the South aifle, is fallen. The North aille, Chancel, and Tower, ftill remain; the monuments are uninjured; but the beautiful gallery in front of the organ is nearly destroyed. The organ itfelf, however, is unhurt; as is the King's arms, a much-admired painting, by the late eminent artist Mr. Johnson.

ODE TO MARY,

ON HER BIRTH-DAY.

WHAT tho' no more the vernal bloom

Irradiates Nature's changeful face : What tho' amidst drear winter's gloom, No leafy veftige now we trace: What tho' rude gales tempeftuous blowTho' gelid hails tremendous beat: What tho' defcends the drifting fnow,

And gufts bear up the drifly fleet;

Fell forms, beat on in fury dire;

Ye Borean blafts, full ruthlefs how!; Ye ne'er can check th'attemper'd fire, That warmly thrills Affe&ion's foul ! Now, o'er the defolated fcene,

See! fee the wretched trav'ller Ay ! No friendly cot his frame to fcreen;

Rude whirlwinds rend the livid fky !

Now, o'er the tracklefs plain he bends,
And fears the dubious course to tread;
Ah, Night creeps on! no hope befriends,
Nor points a fhelter for his head!
In horror gazing o'er the wafte,
See his numb limbs now tott'ring creep,
In vain he looks—no gleam is traced,
He's finking on the fnowy heap!
When ah! a glimmering he fees,

Nor more he heeds the furrows trod;
But falling on his trembling knees,
Now mutely wrapt, adores his God !!!
Tho' ftill the ftorm infuriate blows,
His fears a thousand thrills beguile!
'Tis thus my bofom fondly glows,
When warm'd by Mary's genial fmile !!!
What tho' the vernal feafon's o'er,

Tho' Phoebus fheds no fulgid glare ; What tho' exhaling fweets-nor more Soft odours fill the ambient air:

What

What tho' no more the lambent rill
In murmuring courfe meanders by,
Nor melting beams cerulean fill

With tinges foft the ruffled sky:

Tho' the bleak tempest raging high,
Each rofeate beauty quick disarms;
Ah, William's fond impaffion'd eye
Still finds them live in Mary's charms!
For ber I'd court the Lybian plain,

Or brave the chill of Greenland's fhore,
Or dauntless face th' embattled train,
Or Afric's deferts wild explore.

And should the touch of her sweet hand
My fond folicitude repay;
My futt'ring faul would foft expand,
As flow'rets 'neath the orient ray !

How oft thus fondly do I dream,

Till chilling thought my peace deftroys; Fate rends my befom's ling'ring gleam,

And points the barrier to my joys.

Yet when my fond, my tender gaze
Meets the foft glance of Mary's eye,
My Butt'ring heart love's throb betrays,
It feels it would but dares not fi,b!
Dec. 1799.
W. F.

THE ROYALIST SONG. Tranflated from the Chevalier T. I. D'Ordre's "Marche des Royalistes,"

I.

SOLDIERS! who, our call obeying,

Seek the foe with ardent eyes, Say, can he feel death difmaying,

Who for Gallia's freedom dies?
Comrades, No.-Death's utmost anguish
Nought can daunt your matchless might,
But if e'er your (pirits languish-

'Tis to vindicate your right.
The banners wave; advance, ye brave;
Our arms are open to receive and fave.
II.

Amnesty the foe-men proffer,

To enfure us more their prey; Spurn their ignominious offer,

Hah! They parley to betray.
Butchers, thus, their victims fuing,
Captivate with plausive hands,
Slaughter foon thofe hands embruing:
Mercy vainly reprimands!

The banners wave; advance, ye brave;
Our arms are open to receive and fave.

Tho' the Rights of Man they cherish On their glib obfequious tongues, Never heed them-left ye perish,

Fetter'd, tortur'd, drench'd with wrongs.
The banners wave; advance, ye brave;
Our arms are open to receive and fave.
IV.

From your breafts fell vengeance throwing,
Bid the foe in you discern
Souls with loyalty o'erflowing;
Bid them loyalty return.-
Frenchmen, wherefore should we hurt you ?
Turn, aud join our righteous cause ;
Join a Prince, the friend of virtue ;
Join Religion and the laws.
The banners wave; advance, ye brave;
Our arms are open to receive and fave.
V.
Heroes bold, the throne maintaining,
In your Monarch's cause advance :
Victory with Peace enchaining,

Give great Louis back to France.
As the writes the gallant story

Of your prowess for your King, Fame fhall waft your names to glory,

Future worlds your praise shall fing. The banners wave; advance, ye brave; Our arms are open to receive and fave. W. B.

M'ecriois-je.

encore.

YET lefs affe&t thefe lakes, thefe lawns, this fky.

Than the soft scenes they bring to Mem'ry's

eye.

Here Petrarch oft, to fan love's ardent flame, Taught ev'ry breeze to whisper Laura's

name.

Oft on these banks he touch'd his plaintive lyie,

And mix'd with love-fick strains poetic fire. Thus while to Laura's praife he tun'd his fong,

The day too short he thought, the night too long,

See, on each lonely rock, their names entwin'd,

The emblem fweet of hearts in union join'd. Tell me, fequefter'd grot! did'it thou attest

The facred vows, which made the lovers bleft?

Tell me, ye oaks! whose tops with age now fade,

Has Laura e'er repos'd beneath your shade? Sweet Echo! fay, doft thou remember still Fair Laura? "Laura" founds from hill to hill.

Where'er I turn, the lovely pair I trace, And ftill their prefence feems to charm the place.

VERSES,

Addreffed to a young Lady at Brighton, with a Tranflation from Ovid's Epifties. SWEET Ovid! by thy numbers led,

Oft would my carelefs childhood rove, Till twilight's fable fhadows spread,

And deeper darkness veil'd the grove. With thee I roam'd where fad, alone, Surrounded by the tracklefs deep, Fair Ariadne made her moan,

By perjur'd Thefeus left to weep.
Tranfplanted now from native bowers,
In homelier garb appear thy lays :
For fee! I culi thy faireft flowers,

To emulate my Daphne's praife.
could I free and unconfin'd,

Like thee, o'er empires bear my fway,
Ebody phantoms of the mind,

And call new wonders into day,

Whene'er the lovely Daphne laves ; How Nereid forms their arts employ, And spread their treffes o'er the waves ! How, when my Daphne moves along

With graceful eafe, Creation's pride, The Sea-nymphs join the festive song, And fportive fhoot along the tide. From coral greves in Ocean's cave, How Amphitrite rears her head ; But fees a brighter Goddess lave,

And finks defponding on her bed. Stern Neptune founds his filver shell,

His fubjects bend the fuppliant knees O'erjoy'd to quit their fecret cell,

To hail her-Goddess of the Sea! Sweet Ovid! by thy numbers led,

Still may my careless footsteps rove, Till twilight's fabie fhadows fpread, And deeper darkness veil the grove, Fly, hapless Ariadne, fly!

Thy forrows now are loft in air; No fympathetic breaft is nigh,

No Thefeus heeds thy amorous pray❜r. See Daphne comes in beauty bright,

Soft while the waves of Ocean roll; Thine are the charms that please the fight, But her's the grace that wins the foul.

The charm of Sophiftry, th' infidious aim,

The murderous Gaul fhall ufelefsly employ ;

Britons united, to his guilty fhame,
Will reign triumphant, and his fpells destroy.

STANZAS,

On viewing the Ornaments of TIPPOO SULTAUN'S Throne, exhibited in the Treasury at the India House.

Sic tranfit Gloria Mundi.

ARE there the Toys of Greatness-thefe

The fpurious charms which Fortune gives?

The Goop, which narrow minds can pleafe, Which fines, which flatters, and deceives!

Ah! what avails the golden ore?

The ruby's, or the di'mond's flame, When Heav'n's high hand protects no more, And grandeur is an empty name? Yet fhall thofe gems of luft'rous mould,

That deck'd an EASTERN MONARCH'S throne,

To Potentates a mirror hold,

And teach what fate may be their own!

Which bleft the leifure I have always lov'd! How could I wish, that whilft with healthful force

The ftream of life purfues its filent course; By my own hearth, where no rude cares

engage,

To wait the flow approach of placid age;
And, to eternity's unbounded fea,
When time hath roll'd my happy years away,
To lie beneath a fod, unknown to fame,
Or a flat ftone, that tells my humble name

Queen's Coll. Jan. 1800.

COOSOHATCHIE t.

proud,

Far from the wave hath wrapt her crefcent

warm,

(The vaulted fky thy roof, thy cap a cloud,) The feaman's morning fign, that foon thall rife the ftorm.

How have I feen thee, when the vengeful

wave

Split its white fury 'gainst thy Druid face, Mock its proud might, 'till it hath ceafed to

rave,

And the spent furge of foam ran rippling down its bafe.

W.

Near Coofohatchie's flow revolving

Or

Or, at the covert of fome fady brake, With terror hears his fatal rattles shake ;

While friendly GEORGE, by ev'ry Mufe be

lov'd,

Of all the tribe that warble from the spray;
Where not a hill diverfifies the land,
Which to the eye prefen's a waste of fand;
Along the road, near yonder fields of corn,
Where the fort dove reforts at early morn,
There, on the borders of a grafs-grown pool,
Remote from noife, I kept my little school:
There would my breaft with love of nature
glow,

And oft my thoughts in tuneful numbers flow;

HE Prefident of the United States TH came down to the Reprefentatives Chamber, where, both Houfes being affembled, his Excellency delivered the following Speech :

Gentlemen of the Senate. and Gentle men of the House of Reprefentatives, It is with peculiar fatisfaction that I meet the fixth Congrefs of the United States of America. Coming from all parts of the Union, at this critical and interefting period, the members must be fully poffeffed of the fentiments and wishes of our constituents.

The flattering profpects of abundance, from the labours of the people, by land and by fea; the profperity of our extended commerce, notwithstanding in terruptions occafioned by the belligerent ftate of a great part of the world; the return of health, induftry, and trade, to thofe cities, which have lately been afflicted with difeafe; and the various and ineftimable advantages, civil and religious, which, fecured under our hap. py frame of government, are continued to us unimpaired; demand of the whole American people fincere thanks to a benevolent Deity for the merciful difpenfations of his providence.

But, while thefe numerous bleffings are recollected, it is a painful duty to advert to the ungrateful return which has been made for them, by fome of the people, in certain counties of Pennfyl. vania, where, feduced by the arts and mifreprefentations of defigning men, they have openly refifted the law, directing the valuation of houfes and lands.

thority as rendered hopeless all further attempts, by judicial procefs, to enforce the execution of the law; and it became neceffary to direct a military force to be employed, confifting of fome companies of regular troops, volunteers, and militia, by whofe zeal and activity, in cooperation with the judicial power, order and fubmiffion were reftored, and many of the offenders arrefted. Of these, fome have been convicted of misdemeanors, and others, charged with various crimes, remain to be tried.

To give due effect to the civil admi niftration of government, and to ensure a juft execution of the laws, a revifion and amendment of the judiciary fyftem is indifpenfably neceffary. In this extenfive country it cannot but happen, that numerous questions refpecting the interpretation of the laws, and the rights and duties of officers and citizens, must arife. On the one hand, the laws fhould be executed; on the other, individuals fhould be guarded from oppreffion : neither of thefe objects is fufficiently affured, under the prefent organization of the judicial department, I therefore earnestly recommend the fubject to your ferious confideration.

Perfevering in the pacific and humane policy, which had been invariably profeffed and fincerely pursued by the Executive Authority of the United States; when indications were made, on the part of the French Republic, of a difp fition to accommodate the exifting differences between the two countries, I felt it to be my duty to prepare for meeting their advances, by a nomination of Minifters, upon certain conditions,:

which