Who saw, and pitying saw, the ills endur'd
By hapless childhood, in those dens immur'd,
Where Avarice drives the power by men design'd
To lighten labor - and distress their kind;
For thee, whose efforts aided by The Press,
Freedom's true citadel (1), shall bring success,
Though flinty-hearted Interest oppose,

And number dupes like

For thee what praise shall sound? if such there need,
When thine own heart repays thee for the deed?
Such shall be thine, as crowns a Howard's name,
Thy hearts congenial, and thy cause the same!
The peasant's child its little hands shall raise,
To bless thee for the rest that soothes its days,
And the glad mother, that beholds the streak
Of health once more relume its pallid cheek,

(1) But, like other citadels, it is often given up to the enemy. My opinion of newspapers has undergone no change since the verse was written. There can be no liberty where there is not a free public press. But, as in other things, so here, that which is our safeguard may easily be turned to our destruction. As the public press is now generally conducted where it is most free, the political evil it teaches nearly equals the political good, while in morals its mischief is almost unmitigated. This the journalists themselves admit. What indeed can we expect, while ignorant and mercenary men are the guides of public opinion, but the spread of political error? and while the trade of these men is, to use the language of Mr. Wм. L. SE respecting it, the manufacture of facts, and their disposition, as with the Commercial Advertiser and with the Courier, to admit to their columns any filth, nay, rather, to give it a preference, provided it come in the shape of story or anecdote, what, but that the morals of the young should be contaminated?

The eye grow bright that languor render'd dim,

And vigor springing in each wasted limb,

Shall know the poor man's friend that smooth'd her

cares,

And SADLER's name be murmur'd in her prayers! (1)

(UNFINISHED.)

(1) Mr. SADLER was a Member of Parliament, who undertook to plead before his country the cause of the victims of Avarice. The name preceding, for which I have substituted asterisks, belonged to another Member, who was generally thought, at the time, to have been duped by the manufacturers into a favorable representation of their interests.

TRIFLES.

Tenues ignavo pollice chordas

Pulso.....

STAT. Sylv. IV.

Quanto rectius hoc, quam tristi lædere versu

Pantolabum scurram, Nomentanumque nepotem!

HOR. Serm. 11. 1.

TRIFLES.

I.

TRIOLET.

SYBIL plays the prude with me.
"T is because she loves me well.
Hence it is well-pleas'd I see

SYBIL plays the prude with me.
Who would have the maid more free,

Would not have the same to tell.

SYBIL plays the prude with me.

'T is because she loves me well.

II.

RONDEAU.

THY soft pure breast, my SYBIL, is the seat Of gentle wishes and affections sweet: Gentle and sweet as angels', though not fed With aught so dainty as celestial bread,