3. Four-fevenths of a carriage,two-fifths of a foreign fruit,—and a ferpentine letter.

4. Four-fixths of a tree,-a vowel,-and two-fixths of to be astonish. ed.

5. Five fixths of a foreign country, a vowel, and a confonant. 6. A name given a female bird,and a grain, omitting a letter.

7. Two-thirds of a bird,-two

7. A cardinal point, and the whole.

8. Half of a plant,-and threefixths of overlook.

9. Seven-eighths of sprout,-and half of the rainbow.

10. Five-fixths of a country drefs, -and a confonant.

11. A repofitory for money,-and a confonant.

12. Three-fifths of abundance,two thirds of an article, and half of hot.

13. A cardinal point, and a fold. 14. Two-thirds of a tree,-and a confonant doubled.

15. Three-fourths of a part of the body, and a prepofition.

16. Part of a hog,-two-thirds of fick, and a weight.

17. To look joyous,—and a vowel. 18. Two-thirds of a bone,-and four fifths of fhowy.

19. A plant, doubling the laft letter, and three-fifths of a tendon.

20. Three fourths of to rent,three-ninths of candid,- and a great weight.

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tine letter.

4. Two-fixths of kind,-one-third of a quadruped,-and a male child.

5. One-fixth of a parent,-twoninths of impudent,-and two-thirds of a limb.

6. Three-fixths of to steal,-and a weight.

7. Three-fevenths of a mufical inftrument, three-fifths of part of a fhip, and the initial of a man's Christian name.

8. Two-fourths of a kind of harp, -and the whole.

9. Two fifths of a fign,-a confonant,-two-ninths of a town in Surry, and a vowel.

10. Three-fixths of a bird,-twoeighths of fatiguing,-and half a negative.

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TALE FROM OSSIAN.

FAIR Moina fat on Tara's height

To watch for him the lov'd, When gloomy Dermid came in fight; Like thunder-clouds he mov❜d. Slow ftriding o'er the heath he came,

And humm'd a fullen fong; His fhield, that thot a crimfon gleam,

Was o'er his fhoulder flung.

Thine, Dermid, was the heart of pride,
Relentless as the grave;
Thine love, that never foftly figh'd,
The fpirit fiercely brave.
To fly th' affrighted maiden ftrove:
But he arrefts her flight.
"Here, Moina, hear me plead my love:
Thou art my foul's delight.
"Along the hill, along the plain,

My dogs, my arrows flew;
Three ftags, with branchy horns, lie flain;
One ftag, for thee, I flew.

To love the chafe, I'll teach my fair, (My dogs her voice shall know,) To mark the flying game from far,

"No-love muft wanton in the eyes, In every feature fmile,

With whispers foft, and melting fighs, The yielding heart beguile.'

"Like babes, that cry fome toy to gain, Let filken courtiers fue;

Let triplings fmooth defcribe their pain; But like a man I woo.

"Mine arms are ftrong, to guard my dear,

As blasts that rend the wood; Mine arm has taught the brave to fear: To earth the proudest bow'd. "Young Ronan late its fury found;

The boaftive youth I flew : 'Twas when the mirthful bowl went round,

On me the taunt he threw.
"On me the fcornful glance he toft,
And mock'd me at the feaft;
But fhort-liv'd was the empty boast;

This fword went through his breast. "The youth was bred on Ullin's plain; His hair like fun-beams flow'd. For him the maidens figh'd in vain ; His foul was brave and proud." "Now curft be that detefted land,

That faw my Ronan bleed! And doubly curft thy guilty hand, That wrought the favage deed! Ah, where is now the gallant youth,

Unrivall'd in the chase, The mind replete with worth and truth, The form with ev'ry grace?

If grief could e'er thy foul pervade,, Or pity fill thy breast, Refufe not to the wretch thou'ft made, One laft, one poor request: "Give me the fword, on yon curft plains, That flew mine only dear; I'll wash away its guilty ftains, With many a bitter tear.” He gave the weapon to her tears, She pierc'd his manly breaft.— He fell, as finks a tow'r, by years Or raging storms oppreft.

"The

I foon thall fink to reft. "Death's chilly damps my limbs o'erflow;

I feel his icy pow'r; One laft embrace, my fair, beflow, To finooth my parting hour. "Though, Moina, from thy cruel hate, I meet th' untimely doom; One faithful maid will mourn my fate, Will weep around my tomb. "Though I despis'd her charms for thee, And pierc'd her foul with woe; Yet heav'd fhall be her fighs for me, For me her tears fhall flow." With doubtful ftep and flow fhe went; And fore the wept and figh'd. An arrow through her breast he fent; And grimly fmiling dy'd.. Together fretch'd in death they lie, Together fill the tomb. Their faintly-tcreaming fpirits fly Along the midnight gloom. Oft, fome-belated hunter, laid

Beneath the mofs-grown trees, Beholds each difembody'd fhade, Dim-fitting on the breeze.

BY MR. GEORGE DYER.

TIS fair Afteria's fond employ

To rock yon little reftlefs boy: Within that cradle's narrow fpace How great the treafure that we trace!

Not all Arabia's fpicy ftore, Not all Golconda's glitt'ring ore, Elyfian fields, nor Eden's grove, Could buy that little reftiefs love.

"Sweet babe!" the fair Afteria cries; "Sweet babe! (the lift'ning Mufe replies);

While here a faithful guard we keep, Sweet babe! enjoy the honied fleep.'

Ere yon fair orb, that rules the sky, Beam'd on that beauteous infant's eye; And, ere the whimperer pin'd and wept, Clofe in the filent womb it flept.

And who can tell the bitter fmart That pierc'd Afteria's trembling heart? Yet fure there's mag e in that boy, That wakes the foft parental joy,

And ftill Afteria's languid face Wears the pale primrose' fickly grace; Yet o'er that face what brilliant hues Can her beloved babe diffife!

Now fee the babe unclose his eyes! And fee a mother's tranfport rife! How every feature charms her fight! How every motion wakes delight!

What rifing beauties there the views! The rofy lip, the polifa'd nofe; The flender eye brow, budding thin, The velvet cheek, the dimpled chin.

Anon the views the sparkling eye, The lifted hand, the tuneful cry, And haftening on through years to come, She traces out his future doom.

"Haply he'll plead Religion's caufe, Or Freedom's wife unvarying laws, Or feel the poet's facred rage, Or trace the dark hiftoric page."

At length fhe breathes the fervent pray'r, [care; "Great God! oh! make my child thy And may his future actions be Sacred to virtue and to thee.

"Whatever fortune then betide, Thou shalt his portion ftill abide, And when the courfe of lite is run, He'll wear a never-fading crown."

TWO SONNETS.

By Mifs HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS. I. TO LOVE.

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He fpoke-and, fpeaking, launch'd the thaft of Fate, [facred fire. And clos'd the lips that glow'd with His timeless doom 'twas thus Politian

met

Politian, mafter of th' Aufonian lyre!

A POET'S LAMENTATION ON THE DEATH OF MR. ROBERT BURNS.

AND is he dead?-And is he dead?" Wi' heart-fwoln grief he cry'd. "He's dead and gane!-He's dead and gane!"

Sad Memory reply'd.

His grief to hide, could not abide-
He pu'd his bonnet down
Aut o'er his face, where manly grace
Began to play the loon.

Then up he took his wee bit book,

The Mavis' Neft was there;
He fat a while, and wept a while,

And drapt a tender tear.
Nae mair we'll hear his fang fae dear;
He had a heart to feel;

And that was a' that he cou'd ca'
His fortune and his weal.

E. S. J.