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vi&tims of his pride and implacable their beloved king and general.resentment.

Such was the end of this dread. But if the loss of the vanquished ful war, commenced by a weak was great, the victors likewise had prince merely to gratify his own cause to mourn.-Besides four thou- implacable temper, at the expence fand of their best troops Naughter of the lives of thousands, and the ed, they lost their general Mortogh, manifest hazard of the freedom of who was treacherously lain by one his country, in which he deserve of the Danish princes, that lying edly fell himself, accompanied by wounded on the field of battle, the chief of these foreign and dointreated his assistance, which when mestick enemies to the peace of the generous warrior dismounted to Ireland, who had the leading of grant him, the insidious Dane sud- these adverse powers.—Happy had d'enly stabbed him to the heart.- his own or theirs been the best blood But what was still more affecting to shed upon this occasion S-But here the Irish, was the loss of their mo. fell the hopes of a whole country, narch, who had so often taught two of the bravest of princes, little them how to conquer, and who deferving of the fate they suffered, now fell, not on the field of battle, and whole fall must be considered as where he had often met death in its 'the worst of evils to their suffering most terrible forms, but perished, country. Nevertheless they fell because he was not able to preside covered with laurels, whilst the over the business of that dreadfulday. Danes and the troops of Leinster

The good old king having, as retired, covered with shame and before-mentioned, retreated at the fruitless wounds, to deplore at once instance of his fons to his tent, chere their crimes and their misfortunes, waited with anxiety the fortune of and without the leat gleam either of the battle. When victory had de. hope or virtue to comfort them from clared itself against the Danes, and a consciousness that their cause was the perfidious monarch of Leinfier, juft, or that they had fought to free —when every thing seemed to fa- their country from cruelty' and opvour the cause of liberty and juf- pression, or to answer any good or tice, it was then that this great and virtuous end whatsoever. heroic prince met his fate, and ex Brian Boiromhe, who was thus pired on the very eve of his tri- murdered by the Danes, was then umph :-for a party of the flying in the eighty-eighth year of his age, Danes, commanded by one Brua- being seventy-fix when he became dar, passing by the monarch's pa- monarch of Ireland ; in war he was vilion in their Aight, when they ao acknowledged hero, and besides understood to whom it belonged, patronised religion, learning, and entered it, and finding Brian un the arts of peace.--He encouraged guarded, instantly fell upon him the bishops and clergy, was easy of and New him ; but, expeditious as access to all those who could propose they were in this their devilish re any thing for the benefit of the comvenge, they were not quick enough munity, and was as amiable in his to fave themselves from the pnnish. private conversation, as he was viment which such a murder deserv- gorous in war. He had commanded ed; for the irish guards, who in above twenty engagements with were not für distant from them the Danes, in all which he was very when they entered, came up, and successful, before this fatal battle hnding their monarch killed, im- of Clontarf, where his fons gained mediately cut the afafins to pieces, the victory, and where he lost his ficrificing the: :o the manęs of life.


P O E T R Y.




Then lince you know your friends front

I beg that you'll the post oppose.

He promis'd as he did before,

But kept his word a little more,
LECTIONS, as they ought to be, For twelve is less than twenty-four.

He gave the artful fox his vote,
And members by the wise were thought And thus was callu to by the goat;
To be as hones as they cughi.

Stay, barber, you're mistaken, stay;
Al length, among the brutal tribe,

You know you shav'd my beard to-day.
A Fox first introduc'd a bribe ;

Why what you say, cries pug, is true,
No vice is long without its brother,

But, faith, I lav'd the fox since you.
One bribe foon introduc'd another : The peaches, fir,-the peaches-oh!
These let a hundred more a Aying,

I've eat them long enough ago ;
For bribes are fam'd for multiplying: Those twelve you gave me, sir, eat well,
The poison through the fairelt ipread, Nor cou'd his twenty-four excel,
And liberty hung down her head :

In talte I mean-but, fir, in oumber,
The story of its introduction,

One dozen must to two koock under;
I'll here unfold for your instruction, Besides you know as well as I,
A monkey of a scheming head,

They mean to sell who aim to buy;
Was to the barber's calling bred :

And who that must his freedom lose,
Four trees of filbert nuts he claim'd, Think ye, the smallest price would chuse ?
And thence a Freeholder was nam'd;
Beneath the shelter of these trees,

He latber'd brutes, and liv'd at ease.

On the Death of Mr.John CUNNINGHAM,
Beneath, cne day, appear'da goat,

An eminent Pastoral Poet.
To lose bis beard, and gain a vote.
The monkey soon began to have,
And talk politically grave.

The loveliest of nymphs I erpy'd ;
The goat, a brute of much discerning, With sorrow I heard her complain,
Applauds his wisdom and his learning ; For with anguish she bitterly ligh’d.
And then infinuates the case,
I'm candidate for such a place ;

I resolu'd to address the fair mait,
Accept these dozen peaches pray;

And learn the sad cause of her moan ; (I'm hav'd extremely well to-day)

But as I approach'd her she said,
The other candidate you know

Kind shepherd, pray leave me alone.
Is yours, and all the nation's foe:
I hope you'll such a sogue oppose,

“ No comfort I here can receive,
I'll be gour friend-if I am chole

“ Such losses I'm doom'd to deplore, The monkey promis'd-bit a peach, “ These woods and these plains I must And only with d to lather each.

" leave, The other candidate-a Fox,

“ For my Damon, sweet youth, is no Came with a train of dunghill cocks ;

The monkey Thav'd him neat and trim,
And wbik's the hair on ev'ry limb : Her 'plaint I no longer could hear,
The fox (wo dozen peaches gave,

Sighs and tears in a flood stopt the rest;
Then swore the goat was but a knave ; And from weeping I could not forbear,
The goat, my wishes to defeat,

To see this fair nymph so oppreft.
(Cries he) reports, that fowis I eat;
But let it, friend, be underllood,

Amaz'd with those charms I espy'd,
That I abhor the light of blood ;

With the graces that round her did shine ;
If true, what such as him pretend,

She must be lome goddess, I cry'd,
Think you they'd on my steps attend? Her origio sure is divine.
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Quite anxious to know this fair maid,

Man. begg'd the her name would reveal; Stay, child of sorrow, thou whose pierc. “ My name is Pastora,” she faid,

ing groans “Of thepherds and songsters the theme. Might move to pity e'en these senseless

Hones, “ My Damon delighted in song,

Why doit thou bend thy melancholy way « Not such as dull rustics rehearse; To that drear dungeon ? Child of sorrow, * But love and good sente went along,

stay. “ And Damon lik'd pastoral verse.

WOMAN, & His muse was so chaste and refin'd, Why should I ftay, or my fad griefs im

" So free from all malice and guile, " That it charm'd whilst it better'd the Can there pity be in a human heart?

Away, and let me diem " And abhor'd ev'ry thought that was


No ; if 'tis there 16 But ah ! the dear lad is no more ! You seek some captive friend, renounce “ Pale death, that regards not how

despair; < few

For tho' the iron hand of law has barr'd « Of such shepherds remain on the shore, Those surly doors which yon dread mansion “ Has remov'd the lov'd twain from my

guard, * view."

Know there are found, on whose dilared

breasts Then departing the said, “ Gentle fwain, The heav'a descended dove of pity refts, " If in pastoral verse you delight,

Souls that delight with folt'riag (miles to « Let Damon's chaste muse aid the train;

cheer For his muse did in virtue delight." The broken beart, and dry affiliation's tear,

Pluck the wan debtos from his poisome den, W. K-*, juo. And launch him on the chearful walks of EPILOGUE

WOMAN. Written by R. CUMBERLAND, Esq; If such there be, oh! lead me to their and spoken by Mr. Hull and Mis.

fight, MATTOCKS at Covent-Gaiden Theatre, And let me plead a wretched fufferer's after the JEALOUS WIFE, for the Ule of

night : the Society at the Thatched House Ta Can there be truth, humanity, or fense, vein, for the Relief and Discharge of In laws that make misfortune an offence? Persons impriloned for Small Debts. Torn from his familhid babes, ard frantic

wife, The Curtain rises and discovers a Prison ; A father, husband, there must end his life:

at fome Dillance, a Woman pooriy habi Stretch'd in nis straw the guiltless captive ted, in a difconfolare Attitude ; after

lies, standing for some time motionless, in a While 'round his temples (ickly damps Polture of fixed Attention, she speaks. .


That ev'n the murderer's ignominious fate WOMAN.

Were welcome refuge from his hopeless "HOU loathsome dungeon, in whose

ftate. dreary womb

Litt are the hands whore honest labour fed The pining debtor finds a living tomb


His helpless innocents with daily bread; Where 'midst the clank of chains and dis For day by day the busy loom he ply'd, mal yells

With soft contentinent singing by his fide : of shackled felons my fav husband Jwells; Till heav'n flung out the signal to destroy, From his dark cell, oh! give him to my And drop its curtain o'er this scene of joy : view !

Nine tedious weeks the languid patient Let him look forth and take a lart adieu.


To dire discafe an unreliling prey: As she advances towards the prison, a The tenth succeeded when, alas! behold person in gentleman's apparel accorts hér. A worie tormentor in a human mould,

A griping



A griping creditor! escape who can, Still usid the ways of truth to trace,
When man's great foe assumes the shape of He never can her foes embrace ;

Nor would not, for a Statesman's bribe,
Sceeld to their trade, and deaf to all their Herd with fate'ry's servile tribe.

Relentless rufians seize their legal prize ; While Damon's bieft with such a miod,
From my fend arms a dying husband tear Surely my Phobe should be kind :
And plunge their vi&tims in a dungeon Then rack no more his honest breast,

But Tweetly smile, and make him blett.

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Regard not tho' Belinda scowl,
She shews the meanness of her soul ;
And smile when such of honours prate;
In being honest, we're as great.
What ! 'cause her titled parents hold
Some acres of the common mold;
Shall me, like a Colossus ítride
O'er folks fo low, and thew her pride.


No, my fad Phæbe ! think not so !
In one so great 'tis mean-'tis low;
Let her enjoy what fortune sent,
You'll still be richest, if content.

The pow'r who gave her birth, gave thee
The boon of life and liberty:
These bleflings then discreetly share,
For know-we're all alike his care.




To my desponding P H OE B E.

True content is the eye's quiet, the
thought's medicine, and the defire's mithri.
date; it says the torrent of rage and in-
fultskills ADVERSITY if it alsaults, and
at ialt prefers us to a feat amongst the im-
mortal gods.

ELL me no more of ample fields,

Nor talk of pleasure fortune yields ;
Ot boarded wealth, of dress, of eale ;
Ah! prithee iay no more of these.
Bat tell me, Phæbe, tell me why
You drop the tear, and heave the figh,
When grandeur, with her gilded train,
Sweeps glitt'ring o'er our peaceful plain.
Say, is't because you scorn your lot,
And Damon's mots-clad wholesome cot?
Tbe worth he owns, misjudging fair,
Grandeur berselí might wish to share.
'Tis true, to state and courts unknown,
He shifts on little all his own ;
He shears his flock, can dress the hive,
And scores by meaner arts to thrive.
The running stream, at rising day,
Doth often Damon's thirst allay ;
For coarser viands fraught wich health,
He suas the flews of pamper'd wealth.

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Now of the Stygian gulf he raves,

If a lov'd friend should die, 'lis there Non pores in Ærna's lulph'rous caves, Thou may'st with eale the loss repair : 'Till frantic Fancy relts her head

And tho one nymph should faithless prove, In the burning torrent's bed!

Another will require thy love. Shepherd, ere it be too late,

Then, hafte thee to the haunts of men ! Would'nt thou shun his wayward fate?

Nor let the little carelels wren, Then leave the melancholy plain,

As thro' the nut-tree shade he hops, So Thale thou live an happy swain !

Seduce thee to the filent cople. Oft, beneath the twilight trees,

And, in some much frequented room Lurks a sadly sullen breeze!

May'st thou find a tranquil tomb ! And Pan to shapes of luckleis pow's While thy unprison'd senses fly Oft delegates the lonely hour.

To the sphere of harmony ! Where the oak his gnarled root

And let the gentle number Real, Doth across the pathway shoot,

The shepherd's closing eye to seal, Or with Linden's glossy rine

And bring that future life of bliss Laurel-treiles intertwine ;

For which the virtuous pant in this ! While himself, to jocund dance

Sweet luxury of fouls refinid, Bids the dryad-train advance,

How would it fuit the vulgar mind? Nor breaks off the frolic sound,

Let vulgar minds at distance keep ! 'Till the tell-tale lun comes round

Nor fright away the shepherd's neep!




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Let the breast that cares oppress
Dwell wi h folitariness!
Nor change the Muses desert springs
For the joys that wait on kings !
Tho' by Aganippe's streams
Ancient bards had golden dreams,
Deem not blissful life was their:
• Golden grain is choak'd with lares.'
Tremblingly alive all o'er,
Much to feel is to deplore,
And the soul of senles trong
Gives but forrows to the long.

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Think'st thou care shall ne'er invade,
With venom shaft thy secret shade?
In form of love, be loftly steals,
And untuípecting hearts atlails,
Or, if his way a distant friend
Should to thy lovely threshold bend,
Like my Timzus, he may be,
In death, an endless woe io thee!

AIL! Beauty, hail ! whom all man

kind admire,
Thou source of hope, thou spring of fond

desire !
All own thy pow'r, all feel the ray divine ;
Cringe at thy nod, and worship at thy

Yet diff'rent beauties diff'rent persons

All are not smitten with thy charms alike;
There's no fix'd rule for thy capricious

In some 'tis violent; in some "tis calm ;
It trikes the heart, and makes the passions

And thence proceeds the flute'ring impulse

love :
Thy looks are charming, and thy form di-
Fresh luftres ever round thy features shine.
A just proportion o'er ihy mien prelides,
And sweet compliance all thy actions

guides ;
Born to be happy, only formd to please,
Emblem of virtue, elegance and ease.
Thou Dill Mail dart ihy all.compelling ray,
And add fresh glories to the charms of day,
Till Time's dread scythe relentless strikes

the blow,
And puts a period to this scene below.

vine ;

Or, if thy fates do not design
That he should die, and thou should'It pine,
As I with Lycon, both may prove
Absence is death to those that love !

But it is not loin courts
There Cupid with light dalliance fports,
And Venusin a kind disguise
Looks milder thro' Alpafia's eyes.


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