O, time! I would not blame thy power,
For Cynthia's youth and beauty flown,
I mourn but that so sweet a flower
Should bloom and wither all alone:
For she was fair

Beyond compare,

And ever was her heart so blithe
By gay good-humoured mirth upborne,
O time! she would have laugh'd to scorn
Thy very glass and sithe.

For her, soft dreams, and slumbers light,
Succeeded calm unruffled days;

Each eye beam'd on her with delight,
Each tongue was tuneful in her praise:
And at her feet,

With reverence meet,

A crowd of flattering suitors strove; Some proffer'd glittering gems and gold, And some of endless transports told, And everlasting love.

But little could their prayers avail,

Nor one could win the maiden's choice;

She little heeded flattery's tale,

She scorn'd the sound of mammon's voice:
The gay attire

Could she admire

Of beaux that glitter'd by her side; .

While every vagrant butterfly
That frisks beneath a summer sky,
Could rival all their pride!

Yet had she seen some gentle youth,
Of manners mild, by sense refin'd,
Whose pure integrity and truth
Spoke manly dignity of mind;

And had he sued

In plaintive mood,

And, sighing, look'd his anxious pain,

And had he dropt a silent tear,

The tribute of a soul sincere,

He had not sued in vain.

What though the charms which nature spread,
With raptur'd eye she oft survey'd,

What though "by heavenly musing led,"
She lov'd to wander through the shade;
Still from her breast
Forlorn, distress'd,

Would sometimes break unbidden sighs,
That she had none whose feeling heart
In all her griefs might bear a part,
And share in all her joys.

Was needed, who could watch each breathStill near thy sickly couch could wait--Support thee on the brink of fate,

And cheer the gloom of death.

Thou who couldst mourn oe'r friendship's bier,

Why was thine own unwept to be?

Thou who couldst give to all a tear,

Why was there none to weep for thee?
Now o'er thy grave

The wild weeds wave

Who shall thy perish'd worth deplore?

Or say, the breast which lies beneath,

Though doom'd its sighs unheard to breathe,
Was never cold before!

Adieu, poor Cynthia! though thy bier

By widow'd love has not been press'd, What though no child with starting tear Shall view thy place of lowly rest; This little mound

Shall still be found

In spring's soft verdure first array'd, The snowdrop, earliest of the year, Spotless like thee, shall flourish here, Like thee shall early fade.

INTELLIGENCE IN LITERATURE AND THE ARTS.

MR. CHARLES R. LESLIE. The beautiful vignette prefixed to this volume from a study of a bust of Homer in the British museum, by our young countryman, Charles R. Leslie, leads us to make further mention of this very promising genius. It is pretty generally known that public attention was first attracted to him about three years since, in consequence of some sketches that he made of Mr. Cooke, in his principal characters. The singular excellence of these attempts, for a youth of sixteen, almost unpractised in the art, awakened a desire among the gentlemen of Philadelphia, that his genius should be fostered and cultivated. This liberal disposition was assiduously directed and turned to advantage by the active zeal of Messrs. Bradford and Inskeep, in whose bookstore young Leslie was serving an apprenticeship; and through the praiseworthy exertions of these gentlemen a subscription was set on foot among several persons of taste and munificence, and a sum of one thousand dollars contributed, for the purpose of sending the young artist to England.

On his arrival in that country he was received by our distinguished countryman, Mr. Benjamin West, with that paternal kindness which he is noted for extending to all young adventurers from his native land. Under his care Mr. Leslie has been rapidly improving, and every specimen of painting which he has sent home, evinces to his generous patrons that their liberality has been most happily bestowed.

His painting of THE TRIAL OF CONSTANCE, from Marmion, has already been mentioned in this work. A large engraving is to be made of it, by Edwin, and the profits (which it is hoped public patronage will render considerable) are to be remitted to Mr. Leslie to assist him in the prosecution of his studies.

We understand that Mr. Thomas Campbell, author of the Pleasures of Hope, has finished a series of biographical and critical notices of the British poets, from Chaucer downwards, which he intends shortly to put to press.

An historical and critical account of the lives and writings of James I., Charles I., Oliver Cromwell, and Charles II. after the manner of Mr. Bayle, drawn from original writers and stato-papers, by WILLIAM HARRIS, is announced, in five volumes, 8vo.

A new translation is announced of the history of England, from the earliest periods, by Rapin de Thouras. It is also to be continued to the present time, with illustrative annotations, historical, political, and statistical, from private collections, and from public records, in the British museum, the Tower of London, &c. by HENRY RoBERTSON, L.L.D.

Dr. HUTTON is preparing a new edition of Recreations in Mathematics and Natural Philosophy; containing amusing dissertations and inquiries concerning a variety of subjects, the most remarkable and proper to excite curiosity and attention to the whole range of the mathematical and philosophical sciences; first composed by Mr. Ozanam, of the royal academy of sciences, &c. lately recomposed, and greatly enlarged, in a new edition, by the celebrated M. Montucla, and now translated into English, and improved with many additions and observations.

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