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cure ;


dismal cry.

for Minerva........ It is of great Monstrous collection! Where the beauty.

wondering sight, The heads of Seneca and Hippo- Beholds but few in symmetry unite. crates stand on each side of the These, carelessly disposed among the door on entering; and together with the head of Euripides are in- Seem rough-hew'd diamonds meanly teresting as portraits of great men.

set at best, The Grecian bust of a female is The walls of these, in some sad future considered as deserving attention.

day, May serve to shew the traveller where

it lay;

Awake his pity, and excite a sig" , REVIEW.

For parsimonious prodigality. For the Literary Magazine.

Each night the tenant, though with BOSTON...A POEM,

fastend door, By Winthrop Sergeant....Boston,

Awaking starts from slumbers inse. Sprague, po po 23.

Views the bright casement of his

window glare, This poem secms intended as

And hears the brazen clamour in imitation of Dr. Johnson's

the air. “ London.” There is, however, Ascending columns point the fatal very little similarity in its topics. doon, It is a very brief descant on the dis

And flashing, rend uncertain midcouragements which genius meets night's gloom. with in America ; on the frailty Along the streets tumultuous thunders and inelegance of our architecture, fly, in that mode of building which While waking watchmen join the exposes our towns, and particularly Boston, to the ravages of fire; on All headlong rush, attracted by the the broils and animosities of party, And crowd' around to moralize and

blaze, and on the absurdities of fashion and dress, manners, amusements, Some more benevolence, than jadg

gaze. music and poetry. On each of these

ment have, topics, the poet expatiates briefly And, over anxious, ruin what they but with considerable spirit and elegance. He is most copious, and Too idly active, mischievously kind, writes with most energy, on the Throw from the windows every thing folly of wooden buildings. The

they find. lines on this subject, will afford a Part 'gainst the rest unconsciously very advantageous specimen of the conspire, performance, and few readers will And loud confusion mounts on wings refuse to join in the justice of the

of fire. sentence pronounced :

But half attir'd, and wrapp'd in night

ly dress, Yet here no splendid monuments The shivering, houseless victims of arise,

distress No dome ascends, no turret strikes A shelter seek; perhaps of all bereft, the skies.

Or stay to guard the worthless little Where spires should parley with the lett: seting sun,

Yet with the blushes of another day, And shine with lustre when the day 'They scrape the ashes from the spot

is done ; A pyre of shareless structures crowds And aided by subscription's liberal

hands, Where taste, and all but cheapness, is On the warm spot another mansion forget.

stands, One lile spark the funeral pile may Larger by far, more comely to the fire,

view, And Boston blazing, see itself expire. Ofbetter boards and better shingles too.

save ;


tie spul,



So those who live near burning Each rebus-maker takes the poet's Etna's base,

name, Charm'd by the magic thunders of And every rhymer is the heir of fame.

the place, Though fiery torrents desolate the On the whole, there is much plain,

strength of imagery, and spirited Return enchanted to the spot again. versification in this little perform

Should the writer continue The following lines on the fashionable style of poetry, reflect much

to pursue the same path, we doubt

whether his own case would not credit on the writer:

prove an exception to the charge Sonnets and riddles celebrate the so often made against America, of

being insensible and inattentive to And ballad-mongers charter every genius of its own growth. It is the breeze.

spirit of satire to deal out invecLong odes to monkies, squirrel ele- tives wi:hout measure, and to

gies, Lines and acrostics on dead butter- laws, the very breach of which

heap penalties on the breach of Endless effusions, some with Greek with it. Thus the insensibility to

carries its own punishment along bedight, And hymns harmonious, sweet,

poetical and literary merit, so far infinite,

as this insensibility is real, ought So freely flow, that poesy ere long

to entitle us to condolence and comMust yield to numbers, and expire by passion, rather than to chiding and song

rebuke, since to want this faculty, Elegiac lays such taste and truth is to want a source of very great combine,

pleasure; and since no man is enaThe lap-dog lives and barks in every bled to acquire it by reproach and line. ridicule.





POETRY. For the Literary Magazine. But when the storms of fierce conten. ORIGINAL

tion rise, PEACE....A SONNET.'

Destruction comes, and peace he As when the furious winds are hush'd

bosom flies. to rest,

VALVERDI. And the soft zephyr o'er the mea

dow blows; No wave deforms the river's polish'd

breast, But calm and peaceful through the Your village maid forever true, vale it flows;

Will own no passion but for you, But when dark clouds deform the Your village maid believe. azure skies,

She knows no art, she knows no guile, Red lightnings gleam, hoarse thun- No cunning lurks beneath her smile, der shakes the poles,

She never will deceive..... And whirlwinds rage; the heaving billows rise,

Within these wild romantic dells, While ruin sits on ev'ry wave that Far from the treacherous world she rolls :

dwells, No longer in their wonted bounds Your village maid so true. confin'd,

Say can you love your village maid, The waves o'erwhelming fierce And live with her amid this shade, destruction spread......

And bid the world adieu? So when mild peace dwells in the human mind

The Stock-dove from the slumbering A sweet complacence through the

grove, frame is shed,

Shall sweetly swell the note of love,

And chaunt our nuptial song: Serene our days shall pass away... O stay ye fluttering moments stay,

Nor glide so swift along!

And not unpleasing for the world to


A man revered within Montalvia

I. 0.




pers soft

Alcestes named, low bow'd with

weight of years. He by his King in love and honour

held, And by the populace esteem'd for


And manners mild, pretended that he

could Far in the east, washed by the rest.

Foresee events yet buried in the

womb less wave, Montalvia spreads its bold and fruit. Of onward time; he said the Gods ful shores;

to him There dwelt a people little known to

Reveal'd those secrets to the world fame,


That oft at midnight to his listening But brave and hardy. No historic

ear, page Has held their picture to succeeding Some heavenly angel told in whis

years, Nor told those customs, those heroic

The will of those who rule the fates

of men.... deeds, * Those early scenes of love, which

Far in a glade beneath a mountain's

brow might instruct The children of a distant age and

Stood the low mansion of this aged clime....

sire, Through the long waste of time ; 0, let Some mossy trees bent over his rude me look

cot, Upon these regions, on their waving And swinging to the winds their woods,

giant-arms On their high rocks beat by unceasing Made music like the dashing of the

storms! Rise to my view embodied forms of

Poor was the scanty furniture withmen, And airy fancy hither speed thy A bed, some rushy seats, an age-worn Hight;

chest, Unroll thy records; whisper to my

Were almost all the best apartment

held. Thy burning thoughts; lend me thy Upon the hearth with some dry fuel wings and bear

pild Me, over tracts unvisited by man!

A watch-dog slumbered, grey with Thy fairy visions oft have met my

many years :

Attendant on Alcestes his fond maseyes

ter, When musing in the dark of solitude,

And grateful to the hand which gave And night; Oft listening to thy way. He slumber'd only where the old man

him food ward dreams, I've followed thee o'er cloud-capt hills, o'er streams,

And f llowed him in all his museful O'er plains, o'er scorching sands o'er

walks. unsunn'd snows, O'er deserts wild, where tempests

An only child watch'd


declinever howl: Now be my guide once more, and let

Of this kind man, Azora was she

call'd; my song Prove not unworthy of thy varying

A fairer maid no fancy ever form’d. powers

Time had flown by-and number'd

eighteen years,


in :



ing age


Since, on her birth her happy father With a regret, proportioned, to smil'd.

those hopes, I now impart to my Her form was moulded by the softest readers the minute and imperfect grace,

fragment of a project so mighty. Rov'd o'er her face the fascinating Yet even the few verses which smile,

Cowper had thrown on paper as a And o'er her shoulders fell a flood commencement of such a work, of hair.

will be read with peculiar interest, No step so lightly as Azora's moy'd if there is truth, as I feel there is, In the gay gambols to the tabor's in the following remark of the elder sound,

Pliny:.... When yellow moonlight slept upon the hills.

"Suprema opera artificum, imper. Skill'd was her father to draw music

fectasque Tabulas, in majori admiraforth

tione esse quam perfecta; Quippe in From a string'd instrument which like iis lineamenta reliqua ipsæque cogi. an harp,

tationes artifi cum spectantur, atque in Breath'd sounds most sweet most lenocinio commendationis dolor est :.... ravishing and sad;

Manus, cum id agerent extinctæ, de And he had taught his daughter all siderantur.his art.

HAYLEY. And oft when twilight stole upon the

plains And silence came upon the wings of night,

(A brief Fragment of an extensive Azora's harp was heard upon the

projected poem.) hill, In union with a voice of magic "I.Could be we!! content, allow'd tones.....

the use I. O.

Of past experience, and the wisdom (To be continued.)

glean'd From worn-out follies, now acknow.

ledg'd such,

To recommence life's trial, in the SELECTED.


Of fewer errors, on a second proof!” EXTRACTED FROM COWPER'S LIFE. ALL who delight to accompany the

Thus, while grey evening lull’d the genius of Cowper in animated

wind, and call'd Hights of moral contemplation, will Fresh odours from the shrubb'ry at deeply regret that he was precluded my side, by a variety of trouble, from indulg. Taking my lonely winding walk I ing his ardent imagination in a

mus'd, work that would have afforded him And held accustom'd conference with such ample scope for all the sweet.

my heart; ness, and all the sublimity of his When, from within it, thus a voice spirit. His felicity of description,

replied. and his exquisite sensibility; his experience of life, and his sanctity

“ Could'st thou in truth ? and art of character, rendered him singular

thou taught at length ly fit and worthy to delineate the This wisdom, and but this from all of nature, in all the differ

the past? progress ent stages of huinan existence. Is not the pardon of thy long ar

A poem of such extent and diversity, happily completed by such a

Time wasted, violated law's, abuse poet, would be a national treasure, Of talents, judgments, mercies, betof infinite value to the country that

ter far gave it birth; and I had fervently Than opportunity vouchsaf'd to err hoped, that England might receive With less excuse, and haply, worie it from the hand of COWPER.



I heard, and acquiesc'd: Then to

and fro Oft pacing, as the mariner his deck, My grav’lly bounds, from self to hu.

man kind I pass’d, and next consider'd.... What

is Man ? Knows he his origin?....can he ascend By reminiscence to his earliest date? Slept he in Adam ? and in those

from him Through num'rous generations, till

he found At length his destin'd moment to

be born? Or was he not till fashion'd in the

womb? Deep myst’ries both! which school.

men much have toil'd T' unriddle, and have left them

myst'ries still.

It is an evil, incident to man, And of the worst, that unexplor'd

he leaves, Truths useful, and attainable with

ease, To search forbidden deeps, where

myst'ry lies Not to be solv'd, and useless if it

might. Myst'ries are food for angels; they

digest With ease, and find them nutriment;

but man, While yet he dwells below, must stoop

to glean His manna from the ground, or

starve, and die.

under the command of Captain Macnamara. The issue was fatal.... The Clive, (the largest vessel) was burnt....and though the Ambuscade escaped, (on board of which Mr. PENROSE, acting as Lieutenant of Marines, was wounded) yet the hardships which he afterwards sustained in a prize sloop, in which he was stationed, utterly ruined his constitution. Returning to England, with ample testimonials of his gallantry and good behaviour, he finished, at Hertford College, Oxon, his course of studies; and, having taken Orders, accepted the curacy of Newbury, the income of which, by the voluntary suhscription of the inhabitants, was considerably augmented. After he had continued in that station about rine years, it seemed as if the clouds of disappointment, which had hitherto overshadowed his prospects, and tinctured his Poetical Essays with gloom, were clearing away ; for he was then presented by a friend, who knew his worth, and honoured his abilities, to a living worth near 5001. per annum.

It came, how ever, two late ; for the state of Mr. PENROSE's health was now such as left little hope, except in the assistance of the waters of Bristol. Thither he went, and there he died in 1779, aged 36 years. In 1768, he married Miss Mary Slocock, of Newbury,by whom he had one child, Thomas, now on the foundation of Winton College.

Mr Penrose was respected for his extensive erudition, admired for his eloquence, and equally beloved and esteemed for his social quali. ties..... By the poor, towards whom he was liberal to his utmost ability, he was venerated to the highest degree. In oratory and composition his talents were great. His pencil was ready as his pen, and on subjects of humour had uncommon merit. To his poetical abilities, the Public, by the reception of his Flights of Fancy, &c. have given a favourable testiniony: To sum up the whole, his figure and address were pleasing, as his mind was ornamented

Such was Mr. PENROSE; to whose memory I pay this just and willing

Those who peruse the following

Poem, may perhaps find themselves sufficiently interested in it, to wish for some account of the Author.

He was the son of the Rev. Mr. PENROSE, Rector of Newbury, Berks; a man of high character and abilities, descended from an ancient Cornish family, beloved and respected by all who knew him; Mr. PENROSE, jun. being intended for the Church, pursued his studies with success, at Christ church, Ox. ford, until the summer of 1762, when his eager turn to the Naval and Military line overpowering his attaclimen: to his real interest, he left his College, and embarked in the unfortunate expedition against Nova Colonia, in South America,

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