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be afterward* went through a very cun Ous course of travt. i, and is now hajpily leturned to his native country. . When we arrivi d at Smyrna I was on mv recovery, and yet under the care of my friendly physician: 1 lodged in the same house with him, and found great benefit from the air and exercise on shore: He advised me to remain there for a season, aud at the same time an offer was made to me by the ship'.-, captain of acting for the merchants in place of their agent, who had died on the passage. The letters of credit given me at Barcelona, and the security entered into on my account with the house iu London, warranted this proposal on his part, and there were many motives, which prevailed with me for accepting it.
In this itarkm I had the good fortune to give such satisfaction .to my principals, that during a residence of more than twenty years I negociated their business with uninterrupted success, and in the course of that time secured a competency for myself, and married a very ■worthy wife, with whom I have lived happily ever since.
Still my wishes pointed to this land of freedom and toleration, and here at last I hope I am set down for life. . Such was my prepossession for this country, that I may fay without boasting, during twrnr ty year j residence in Smyrna no Englishman ever left my door without the relief he solicited, or appeared to stand in need of.
I must no| qmit to tell you, that to my infinite-comfort it turned out, that my precautions after the death of the monk Vtte effectual for preventing any mil
chief to the head of my family, who Sillpreserves his rank, title and estate onfufprctrd ; and although I was out-lawed by name, time hath now wrought such a change in my persqp, and the affair hath so died away in men's memories, that J trust I am in sy'urity from any future machinations in that quarter i Still 1 hold it just to my family ar.d prudent towards myself to continue my precautions: Upon the little fortune J raised in Smyrna, with some aids I have oceasrena lypeceived from the head of our house, who is my ce» phew, and several profitable commission* for the sale of Spanith wool, 1 live con* tenteuly, though humbly as yu:i fee, and I have besides wherewithal, '.'^efleu be Gcd!) to be of some use; and assistance to my fellow-creatures.
Thus* I have related to you my brief history, not concealing that bloody act, which would subject me to death by the sentence of a human tribunal, but for which I hope my intercession and atonement hav-ir been accepted by the Supreme Judge of all hearts, with whom there is mercy and forgiveness. Reflect I pray you on my situation at that dreadful moment; enter into the feelings of a son ^ picture to yourselves the scene of horror before my eyes; conceive a brutal zealot spurning the deadcorpse of my father, and that father his mpst generous benefactor, honoured for his virtues and adored for his charities, the best of parents and the friend of mankind ; reflect, I fay, upon these my agonies and provocations, make allowance for a distracted heart in such a crisis, and judge me with that charity, which takes the law of God, and not the law of man for-it's direction,
Enough, Malvfna. O'er my wither'J
brain Poetic tides resistless pour along. Give me the harp that bends across the
plain, The dwils of old shall animate my strain When thy young lover shone the valiant chiefs among.
Wide o'er Brabab's hills and verdant
vales Long hi*dominion aged Mornan spread: His generous deeds inspired the Poeti
talcs: Ne'er to his caves the captive wretch was
Nor helpless wanderer in his dungeons
bled. Here, with his daughter, fair Calthona,
'blest, The c rcling years flew lightly o'er his
head. No troubles e'er disturb'd his days of rest, Nor did the wues of war the peaceful chief molest,
With Heroes long inured to bloody deeds,
From Erin's mountains fierce Colranno came;
Weak as the breeze that plays mid Lego's reeds,
Were Monism's warriors to this chief of fame.
In vain brave Narthon, rous'd by glory's flame,
For fair Calthona threw his glitteriag spear;
Slavery's fell chains soon bound the gentle dame,
She, with her father, pent in prisons drear, ■ Was left in hopeless sighs to waste the mournful year.
*« Son of my son! said Fingal, mildest
chief, Let Morves'i warriors on the billows
ride. To aged Mornan haste to bring relief, And humble dark Colrunno's heart of
pride. Let Osfian'a arm of strength be by thy
fide, Mid dangera dire thy headlong youth to
aid, Narthon thy path thro' dangerous seas
shall guide; And, when at last the storms of war are laid. Give to the valiant youth Brabala's beauteous maid." To meet their foes Colranno't herpes'
slew. And the dire battle bitd along the shore;
Wild, asifn-arring tempests fiercely blew,
And, swept by storms, the waves of ocean roar.
Their valiant chief soon Erin's sons deplore,
For who could match thy hero, maid, ia sigh;?'
Beneath hi* sword,pale, faint, and steept in gore,
Colranno,quiv'ring.sunk in endless nights While far across the heath his squadron* bend their flight.
Mornan, from bands of eniel slav'ry free. Sees to his sway once more his chiefs re
Soon dirt my generous Oscar swiftly flee. To the deep cave where fair Calthona
pin'd. On her whitearmher lovely head reclin'd. And plung'd in tears the beauteous maid
he found. With quickest speed he did the chaint
unbind, By fierce Coli anno wrapt her frame a
And thus the virgin, sooth'd with words
of softest sound:
"Come from thatcavern'sdrearygloom,"
he said, . Nor weep forlorn and sad, in endlesif
night. See from yon tow'r the beam of joy dis
play'd, And boys the useless javelins tossing light, Far o'er the mountain high, with keen delight. Gjey Mornan hastes to clasp thee in hi*
arms. For thee brave Narthon, mid the furious
fight Resistless flew, and hush'd wild war's a
Then hear his sighs of love, and bless him
with thy charms."
Thro' Narthon's breast what tides of tran-
view! Shall smiles of joy thy raptur'd looks a
dorn, . .
When with love's pangs her gentle bosom
torn i . .
Of thee regardless,fliesthy favourite maid?
glade, And yet o'er Morven's rocks the sons of
On octan's strand, where roar'd the strife
of spears. Beneath a cliff at dead of n'ght I lay. To my dim eye the-chiefs of other year* Rose mildly floating on their airy nay. . My Evirallin, from her cavern grey, Came sighing fad therustlingbreete along. His thin harp waving to the Moon's pale ray, . Half vicwIescUllin poiir'd his ardent song. The strains harmonious rov'd the low-hung clouds among.
A sweeter strain now came along the shore, 'And quick the vision melted from my
sight. ■Who wanders wild along that mountain
hoar? Brabala's maid, beneath the trembling
light, Pours flow her sorrows to the gale of
night. Not softer founds theravilh'dhunterheaTS, When o'er her sleeping lover bending
bright, The maiden's spirit whispers in his ears The tender tales of love, the joys of former
44 Chief of the sons of Morven's land," she cried,
"How have thy beauties charm'd my soul away! . O that, ere 1 thy fata] form defery'd,
Wide o'er the turf, where slept my hapless clay, 'The sportive wild deer held their airy way!
Then o'er my tomb, his heart with sorrow worn,
My faithful Narthon—far, ye horrors, stray.
That name with anguish fills my heart forlorn; Turn from these thoughts of woe, my shuddering spirit, turn.
Bear me where Morven's rocks of gloom
arise, And rapture in my heart shall glow again, 'When from her cliff the early eagle flies, What joy to mark thee mid thy hunter
train, Sweeping with feet of wind along the
plain! When in the shade of eve thou sink'st to
rest, From my sweet harp shall waken such
a strain, As from thy soul each care, each grief
shall wrest. And soothe to quiet rest thy wo-worn weary
When o'er the trembling waves file
morn was spread.
night. And, " Oscar, grasp," he cried, " thy
sword once more, And let thy valour try this arm in fight. Ghost of my fathers, hear, O aid me wi;h
From Morven's ranks to meet this warrior brave, ^ A youthful chieftain came with steps es , speed.
"O'er thee great Oscar ne'er his sword
shall wave, Beneath this arm," he said " thou'rt
doom'd to bleed." "Hence to the peaceful hall, ot graff
mead. Son of the feeble!" Narthon scornful
cried, a There where the airy dance the Tin
gins lead. Hung with gay flowers in mazy circles
glide, Fly hence, let low in dust be laid thy beastty's pride."
With lightning's haste the youth an arrow threw.
Thro' empty air it held it? erring way.
Quick to the combat fierce the warriors flew,
And soon a corse the blooming Hero by;
The tresses dark that "down her thosldca stray,
The looks that Ianguilh in her dofissg / eyes,
And breast of snow, Brabala's maid betray;
A warrior's form her lovely form disgnile, Prepar'd thro' seas to fly where Sdma'j turrets rife,
What pangs of sorrow dart thro* Nar
an drew. While down his cheeks the strews
sorrow stray'd; And as dire phratzy is kit bofasn grew.
The hapless mourner would in death have laid, %a\ Oscar o'er the youth his shield of safety spread.
- Warrior of woes," he said," thy wrath
Nor drench with desperate hand thy sword in go e.
Would'st thou avenge thy haplesi daughter slain.
Let Narthon still the bloody deed deplore.
Oft sliall he, sitting on the sea-biat shore,
Far on the foaming wave, Calthona sp7,
While anguish dire his foul lhall tremble o'er.
Thy age (hill rest in Fingal's turrets high, Till to thy darling's cave thy fleeting spirit fly."
Such were thy lover's deeds, thou maid
of bloom, For mercy dwelt within his generous
breast. Now mid the grafs that whistles o'er his
tomb, The screaming curlew builds her lowly
nest. Near the young warrior, soon my head
shall-rest, And soon in bowers of bless my foul be
hid: From thenee, when night fails slowly
from the West, Oft shall we come, the vanejuish'd chief
to aid, To charm th' expiring youth, and soothe
the love-sick maid.
ElEOY, addressed to a Brother immediately aster bis departure to Jamaica.
Quid nos .* quibtts te vita Jifuperstitc
WHEN cruel fate decreed that we
heart! Fraternal love I cherish to excess; But then 1 wilh'd I could have lov'd thee
less. If 'twas a fault, oh! think, ere thou shalt
blame, From what compelling cause transgression
came: For, had our loves not been so great, so
long, My grief, at parting, had not been so strong. Against my judgment, thou wast keen
to broil, Since fortune courted, in Jamaica's isle;
Against my love, I rather should have said,
My judgment yielded, but my love forbade.
O may propitious winds fill all thy fails.
And never blow fierce storms, nor adverse
gales! O may thy Palimirus safely steer From mere'less rocks and shelves, to many
dear! May dire sea-sickness ne'er thy stomach
pain! That racking ill peculiar to the main: May Guardian Angels on thy ship attend. And let thy tedious voyage happ'ly ends Yet, how thy gentle manners fhock'4
With the rough seamen's nauseous com-
Mow settled on Jamaica's torrid foil.
mind Recalls the happy scenes in which We join 'd: For, oft, 1 know, thy eager thoughts will
roam To th: dear kindred thou hast left at home. While these soft notions swell thy tender
Where filial love was e'er a pow'rfai guest, Methinks, I hear thee call each much'lov'd
name, And, in the fulness of thy heart, exclaim: "Grant me, kind Heaven! ("tis no un->
just desire) "An honest independence to acquire: "With this, th' Atlantic let me cross once
more, "And land me safe on Scotland's wish Visor shore. * Th re set m« find—-more dear than sordid wealth— "My parents, brothers.sisters, all in health! "Grant me, to spend my days which then
remain "With them; and let us never part again!"
O may it be thy fortune to return! Thou'lt find my love with no lcse ardour
'burn: No length of time (hall ever ever find Thy dearest image weaken'd on my mind: The love for thee I cherish in my heart Shill only with my latest breath depart.
A. Jf} B. tf.
To the Authdr of a Meditation by Moonlight on Arthur's Seat, inserted in a late Number of the Edinburgh Magazine. • •
By a Youno Ladt.
O Foolish youth! thy plaints give oVr, To rocks and wilds complain no more,.
Can they relieve thy pain?
What tho' one maid your cases reject,
Other! more kind there are; Of far more winning charms possess'd, With gentleness and softness blese'd,
And twenty times as fair!
No more then waste the chearlcss night.
Telling to hill and dale
As if they heard the tale!
Your lays, 'tis true, are passing smooth,
Did Cupid lend his aid:
Can win a cruel maid.
Cease then to sigh, and waste your youth In vowing Unregarded truth,
To one ungrateful Fair: Oh some more worthy object place. Your prefrence arid yourtendern ft,'
Nor yield to vain despair.
Forget the girl whose" careless heart.
Which real love inspires; And chuse some more propitious dame,' V> hose gentle breast may own thy flame,' And burn with answ'ring fires.
But now, because one nymph is nice,
On thee alone to fall;
For one abandon all.
Wander not musing on her scorn,
Complaining of chy fate.
Whocaus'd thy wretched state.
No, since lhe views with cold disdain . . Your dying looks, your cruel pain,
Audlcoix. jour proffer'd heart;
Let that poor head again he free,
Before it felt Love's dar«.
Let friendship sweet thy bosom warm,
V. ith victory compleat;
Of chearlese Arthur's Seats
Od E to D E sp A I R.
By Miss C. Smith.
THOU spectre of terrific mien.
"Grim-vissged, comfort ess Despair:" Approach; in me a willing victim find, • W ho seeks thine iron sway—and calls thee
Ah! hide for ever from my sight
The faithlcsi flatterer Hope—whose pencil.
Port: ays some vision of delight.
ther'd flower, Corrosives for the heart—of fatal power i 1 bid the traitor Love, adieu! Who to this fond, believing bosom came, A guest insidious and untrue, With Pi y's soothing voice—in FrieccHbip's
name. The wounds ht gave, nor Time shall cure,. Nor Reason teach me to endure. And to that breast mild Patieuce pleads in
vain, Whish feels the curie—of meriting its pain.
Yet not to me, tremendous power! Thy worst of spirit-wounding pangs impart. With which, in dark conviction's hour, Thou strik'st the guilty unrepentant heart! But, of illusion long the sport, That dteary, tranquil gloom I court, . Where my past errors I may still deplore, , /^ nd dream of long-lost happiuefe no more. To thee I give.this tortured breast, Where Hope arife but to foster pain; Ah! lull its agonies to rest! Ah! let me never be deteiv'd again 1 But callous, in thy deep repose Brhold, in long array, the woes Of the dread future, calm and tmdismaf"d. Till I may claim the hope—chat sli«li Dei ■ fade! » •■ ■