Is this the fame I hop'd from future days,
Are thefe the mighty honours they beftow-
With facrilegious hands my corpfe to raise,
My bones expofe a mercenary fhow?

To brand the wretches, who the dead invade,
With thame and fell remorfe be thine the care;
The cock was heard to crow-no more he faid,
And the thin vifion vanish'd into air.

INVOCATION TO PRAISE.

HAIL, meek-ey'd Patience, heavenly maid,

But fent to earth to mortals aid,

To teach them to endure

The many ills which wait below
In clofe fucceffion ftill, and know
From death alone a cure!

Hail, Patience, and with thee Content,
That ever pleas'd with bleffings fent,
The woes of fate beguiles;

And Meeknefs too, with placid mien,
With brow unalter'd and ferene,
That e'en in forrow fmiles:

And Fortitude attend thy train,
Superior to the ills of pain,

That ftill defies the ftroke;

And Refignation too be there,
In filence kill'd each ill to bear,
And bow beneath the yoke!

Be thefe in every fcene difplay'd,
When fainting Nature calls for aid,
And with them Hope be given,
That through Misfortune's darkeft fky
Laits a beam to cheer the eye,

And point the path to Heaven.

ADDRESS TO THOMSON, THE AUTHOR OF THE SEASONS.

WRITTEN AT RICHMOND.

SWEET bard, whofe lively pencil tole

All nature's animated foul,

Her varied femblance bade appear,

And gave new beauties to the year :
The chafteft tongue may own thy lines
Where every charm of fancy thines,
Nor will the feeling heart refufe
A tribute to thy plaintive mufe:
Oft as the friend fhall tarry here,
Hell drop upon thy grave a tear,
And while remembrance fwells his breast,

Bid foft thy gentle spirit rest !

ELEGIAC

ELEGIAC VERSES ON THE DEATH OF MICHAEL
BRUCE *.

WHY vainly bid the animated buft,

Why bid the monumental pile to rife,
Too often genius, doom'd by fate unjuft,
Unnotic'd lives, unwept, unhonour'd dies!
Too oft' the poet in whose sacred breast,

With ardour glow the mufes purest fires,
Contemn'd by pride, by penury oppreft,

In anguish lives, and in neglect expires!
Too oft, alas, in fome fequefter'd ground,
Silent and cold the poet's afhes fleep,
No pomp of funeral is feen around,

No parafite to praise, no friend to weep!
Such, Bruce, the feelings in my breast that rise,
While guided by the mufe I wander near,
Mark the lone spot where youthful genius lies,
And give thy fate the tribute of a tear.
Obfcure thy birth, yet in thy early breast,
How deep and ardent glow'd the mufes flame!
How ftrongly in thy bofom was impreft
The poet's genius, and the poet's fame!

*For an account of the fubject of thefe verfes, fee the 36th

Number of the Mirror.

G 4.

Such

Such was thy mind-but, ah! upon thy frame
Difeafe relentless urg'd its growing way,
Fled was each joy of health, each hope of fame,
And thou the victim of a flow decay:

Like fome fair flower, that owes the defert birth,
Whofe buds foretell the beauty of its prime,
But finks unfhelter'd, finks unseen to earth,
Chill'd by the blast, or cropt before its time
Perhaps thus blafted by unfriendly doom,
Thy genius fofter'd in a milder air,
Matur'd by age in all the pride of bloom,
Had fpread luxuriant, and had flourish'd fair!
But, ah, no more the poet now remains,

Cold is the breast that glow'd with facred fire,
Mute is the tongue that flow'd in tuneful ftrains,
Check'd is the hand, and filent is the lyre!

For him, who now laments thy early tomb,
Like thee infpir'd with youthful love of lays;
Though now he mourns, he foon may share thy doom,
May foon require the tribute which he pays.

AUTHEN

AUTHENTIC ACCOUNT

OF THE

LATE VICTORY GAINED BY THE BONZES

OVER THE

ASSOCIATION IN THE KINGDOM OF TRIUNA.

IN this age of affociation, perhaps a short hiftory of the late events at Brafs-Town, in Triuna, may not be unacceptable to your readers. Triuna formerly confifted of three kingdoms, but, fince, they have been confolidated into one. It is governed by an emperor, an hereditary council of two hundred and fifty, and an elective council of five hundred; which three parts compofe the entire legiflature. For these reasons the kingdom is called Triuna.

The Bonzes of this country are fo extraordinary a race of men, and bear fo important a part in the following narrative, that I cannot bring you too foon acquainted with them. The ftate created them a corporate body, declared them to be fet apart for the inftruction of the people, and endowed them with large eftates and valuable immu