cess. so, but not, however, with the best sucHe did not allow himself to be discouraged; he made a second experiment; but even this was in vain. A third and fourth were not more fortunate; the princess of the flinty-heart was not to be won by prayers nor entreaties. Once again, for the last time, he determined to summon up all the eloquence of love. He surprised the cruel fair one in a lonely walk, he lay at her feet, groaned, and wept; all in vain. Suddenly his love changed into fury. But even in this dreadful moment he spared the beautiful barbarian, turned his rage against himself and, half-senseless, he bit the middle-finger of his own hand. The following morning, the finger was not alone swelled and inflamed, but He also the hand and the whole arm. suffered violent agony it soon spread to his head; he became convulsed; soon after he had the hydrophobi; threatened to bite those around him; and died on the fourth day in the most horrible raving insanity. We hope the ladies will take an example from this tragical adventure, and never let it go so far, that any one of their lovers shall be obliged to bite his finger in despair. WRITTEN IN Songs. THE ISLE OF THANET, Far in the midst of boiling waves, With looks of anguish and despair! Their bounding hearts are almost broken: Quench'd is the light-yet vain their fears; For even now the breeze subsides:— The moon looks thro' her veil of clouds, And safe in port the vessel rides, 'Tis o'er, 'tis o'er-th' infuriate rage, Their thoughts are to one object given; Suggested by the first four Lines of the Venetian Air, beginning "Se moneca ti fai." If you become a nun, dear, In any cell you run, dear, Pray look behind for me. The rose, of course, turns pale too; The blind will see the shew: If you become a nun, dear, The bishop Love will be; Will chaunt "We trust in thee:" The water turn to wine: What! you go take the vows, my dear! Sonnets. TO KOSCIUSKO, WHO TOOK PART NEITHER WITH BUONAPARTE IN THE HEIGHT OF HIS POWER, NOR WITH THE ALLIES IN THE HEIGHT OF THEIRS. "Tis like thy patient valour thus to keep, Great KOSCIUSKO, to thy rural shade. While freedom's ill-found amulet still made Pretence for old aggression, and a heap Of selfish mockeries. There, as in the sweep Of stormier fields, thou earnest with thy blade, Transform'd, not inly alter'd, to the spade, Thy never-yielding right to a calm sleep. Nature, 'twould seem, would leave to man's worse wit The small and noisier parts of this world's frame, And keep the calm, green amplitudes of it Sacred from fopperies and inconstant blame. Cities may change, and sovereigns; but 'tis fit, Thou, and the country old, be still the same. THE POETS. Were I to name, out of the times gone by, The Poets dearest to me, I should say, PULCI for spirits, and a fine, free way; CHAUCER for manners, and close, silent eye; MILTON for classic taste, and harp strung high; SPENSER for luxury, and sweet, sylvan play; HORACE for chatting with, from day to day; SHAKSPEARE for all, but most, society. But which take with me, could I take but one? SHAKSPEARE, as long as I was unoppress'd With the world's weight, making sad But did I wish, out of the common sun, Tit Bits. THE WISDOM OF CATWG. A MAN'S CHOICE THINGS. This was addressed by Catwg the Wise to his Father. Gwynlliw Vilwr, the son of Glywis, the son of Tegid, the son of Cadell Devrullwg. His house free from wet.-His farm compact. His land pleasant.-His bed soft. His wife chaste.-His food wholesome. His drink small and brisk.--His fire bright. His clothes comfortable.— His neighbourhood peaceful.-His servant diligent.-His maid handy.--His son sincere. His daughter accomplished. -His friend faithful.-His companion without deceit. His horse gentle.-His hound swift.-His hawk full of avidity.His oxen strong. His cows of one colour. His sheep of kindly breed.. His swine long.-His household moral.His home orderly.-His bard learned.— His harper fine of feeling.-His mill near. His church far.-His lord powerful.-His King just.--His spiritual father discreet.-And his God merciful. THE EXCELLENCIES OF A MANLY CHARACTER. Truisms delivered by Catwg to Talesin : 1. To be wise in his dispute: 3. To be brave in battle and conflict: 4. To be a peacock in the street: 5. To be a bard in his chair: 6. To be a teacher in his household: 7. To be a council in his nation: 8. To be an arbitrator in his vicinity: 9. To be a hermit in his eburch: 10. To be a legislator in his country: 11. To be conscientious in his action: 12. To be happy in his life: 13. To be diligent in his farm : 14. To be just in his dealing: 15. That whatever he doeth be to the will of God. (from the original Irish.) 'Twas on the hawthorn's whitening bough, I saw the morn's first dawning ray, Break o'er the valley's lofty brow, The young, delightful, soft and gay, Kiss the red rose as bright it shone, And laugh the smiling season on. Rise, too, my Evelina, rise! The sky's blue face, when sun beams shine, Black, Evelina, is thy hair And polish'd as the Raven's wing, Rise, Evelina, for to kiss Thy cheek descends the sprightly Sun, For ne'er with envy hath it shone; For thee thy lover's timid hand, Red be my berries as thy lip; Bright queen of smiles, whose beams are Save to the gay and cheerful known, How long, sad as the rocks lone child Whene'er thou com'st,thy presence seems, As welcome as Sol's summer beams Then haste back to thy love's fond shed, Tales. NO WOMAN WITHOUT HER -- daughter left, and she was of a form "You cannot it is in these days to meet with so accomplished a figure!" "But, my good friend, (interrupted the father) I cannot conceive what you propose to do with a wife who is so ugly, and so deformed, who is always sickly, and hath not a EVERY nation in the least acquaint- the country, and get my bread by exhi"Do with her! why I travel penny." ed with civilization hath uniformly be-iting monsters. I will put her in a box; held the female sex with respect; a reI will carry her about with me; and, as spect which, by inspiring individuals with a greater esteem for themselves, quisition of that." for a fortune, let me alone for the achath often excited them to the practice of the sublimest virtues. In a late publication of a German fabulist is the following jeu d'esprit of the lively author, who, in order to prove that there is no woman wholly useless in this world, and perhaps to expose the sordid principles of those who make a traffic of wedlock, and barter every generous sentiment for gain, thus expresses himself:-- A poor peasant, of seven children, born to him in marriage, had but one THE STRIKING FATE OF GUILT, AN EASTERN TALE. THREE inhabitants of Balck, travelled together. They found a treasure, and they divided it equally amongst them. They continued their journey, and en tertained each other with their different schemes of employing the riches which they had thus suddenly acquir ed. The provisions which they had along with them were consumed: they therefore agreed that one of them should go to a town and buy some, and that the youngest should execute that commission. He accordingly went. As he was upon the road, he said to himself, "Now, indeed, I am rich; but I should have been much richer if I had been alone when the treasure was found. These two men have carried off two thirds of my riches. Cannot I fall upon a way of recovering them? That I think may be very easy. I have only to poison the provision which I am going to buy, and on my return to say that I have dined in the town. My companions will eat without suspicion, and die. I have at present but the third of the treasure; I shall thus have the whole of it." In the mean time, the two other travellers conferred together in these terms: "We had little occasion for this young fellow's company at such a juncture. We have been obliged to give him a share of the treasure. His part of it would have encreased our's, and we have been truly rich. He will be back to us soon. We have good poignards." The young man returned with the poisoned provisions. His companions assassinated him: they then eat and died, and none of the three enjoyed the trea sure. A BETH GELERT; OR, THE GREYHOUND's GRAVE. The Story of this Ballad is traditional, in a village at the foot of Snowden, where Llewellyn had a house. The Greyhound, named Gelert, was given him by his father-in-law, King John, in the year 1205: and the place, to this day, is called Beth Gelert; or, the Grave of Gelert. The Spearman heard the bugle sound, And still he blew a louder blast, "Oh! where does faithful Gelert roam, The flow'r of all his race: So true, so brave; a lamb at home, "Twas only at Llewellyn's board, The faithful Gelert fed: He watch'd, he serv'd, he cheer'd his lord, And centinell'd his bed. In sooth, he was a peerless hound, The gift of Roval John! And now, as over rocks and dells, That day Llewellyn little lov'd Unpleas'd, Llewellyn homeward hied; But when he gain'd his castle door, The hound was smear'd with gouttes of gore; His lips, and fangs, ran blood. Llewellyn gaz'd, with wild surprize, Onward, in haste, Llewellyn past; O'erturn'd his infant's bed he found, He call'd his child; no voice replied: The frantic father cried; His suppliant, as to earth he fell, No pity could impart; Arous'd by Gelert's dying yell, Conceal'd, beneath a mangled heap, |