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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,

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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

Jed*

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

sign'd.'

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

round; .,

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

larma: ,

Then hear his sighs of love, and bless him

with thy charms."

Thro' Narthon's breast what tides of tran-
sport flew,
When fair as breaks o'er Morven's steeps,

the morn,
Once more his maid of beauty met his

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?
Her glance no more shall soothe thy heart

forlorn,
As when the notes of peace fill'd every;

glade, And yet o'er Morven's rocks the sons of

Msrvcn stray'd.

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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

yean.

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

breaiV

I. J

When o'er the trembling waves file

morn was spread.
With speed bfave Narthon rufh'J slang

the shore:
The helm of battle glittered on hit head.
And in his hand a forward spear he bore.
J*ate as the lonely cliff he wandered o'er,
He heard his lov'd Calthona's song of

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

your might!

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

thon's soul
When to her cloud Cajthona's spirit lew!
Wild o'er the bleeding corse tut e v

roll,
Then on the ground his trembling 1

he threw.
Frantic with rage his sword grey Moea-

an drew. While down his cheeks the strews

sorrow stray'd; And as dire phratzy is kit bofasn grew.

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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

restrain,

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
Jucunda , si contra, g-avis. Hor.

WHEN cruel fate decreed that we
should part,
What words can paint the anguifli of my

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

will be

With the rough seamen's nauseous com-
pany!
Here one will jest in dialect uncouth,
While oaths and imprecations fill his mouth;
There will another, in like manner, boast;
How he sedue'd a maid on ev'ry coast:
For, elegance of manners, speech, or mind,
In such society, thou wilt not find.

Mow settled on Jamaica's torrid foil.
There let my fancy view thee for a while r
Not when envclop'd in the stir of trade;
But, lonely, walking in the verdant glade j
Or else secjuester'd in some cool retreat,
To shun the scorching sun's meridian heat.
Mcthinks, I see thee, while thy willing

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

breast, »

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.

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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.

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O Foolish youth! thy plaints give oVr, To rocks and wilds complain no more,.

Can they relieve thy pain?
No, they regard thy cruel smart,
With view relentless as the heart
• Of her you sue in vain.

What tho' one maid your cases reject,
And with disdain your grief neglect,

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.
On mountain tops by pale moon-light,

Telling to hill and dale
How cold and cruel is your Fair,
And how Ike drives you to despair,

As if they heard the tale!

Your lays, 'tis true, are passing smooth,
And might some gentle bosom sooth,

Did Cupid lend his aid:
But they no more yon rocks can move,
Than you, without the aid of love,

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.
Feels not like thine ;hc tender smart,

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,
And sale has not decreed her choice, .

On thee alone to fall;
Vow not for her dear lake to die,
Nor with a foolilh constancy,

For one abandon all.

Wander not musing on her scorn,
In solitary wilds forlorn,

Complaining of chy fate.
Breathing in mournful lays thy flame,
Engraving on each tree her name

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,
And careless as it us'd to be .

Before it felt Love's dar«.

Let friendship sweet thy bosom warm,
And Love ot all bis power disarm,

V. ith victory compleat;
May time your wonted peace restore,
And you frequent the rocks no more

Of chearlese Arthur's Seats

Od E to D E sp A I R.

By Miss C. Smith.

THOU spectre of terrific mien.
Lord of the hopeless heart and hallow

eye,
Jn whose fierce train each form is seen
That drives sick Reason t» insanity!
I woo thee with unu ual prayer, ,

"Grim-vissged, comfort ess Despair:" Approach; in me a willing victim find, • W ho seeks thine iron sway—and calls thee

kind!

Ah! hide for ever from my sight

The faithlcsi flatterer Hope—whose pencil.

Port: ays some vision of delight.
Then bids the fairy tablet fade away;
\\ hile in dire contrast, to mine eyes
Thy phantoms, yet more hideous, rise
And Memory draws, from Pleasure'* wi-

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! » •■ ■

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