Yet if health do not sweeten the blast with her bloom,
Nor virtue's aroma its pathway perfume,
Unblest is the freedom and dreary the flight,
That but wanders to ruin and wantons to blight!

Farewell to the few I have left with regret,

May they sometimes recal, what I cannot forget,
That communion of heart and that parley of soul,
Which has lengthen'd our nights and illumined our
bowl,

When they 've ask'd me the manners, the mind, or the

mien

Of some bard I had known, or some chief I had seen,
Whose glory, though distant, they long had adored,
Whose name often hallow'd the juice of their board!
And still as, with sympathy humble but true,

I told them each luminous trait that I knew,
They have listen'd, and sigh'd that the powerful stream
Of America's empire should pass, like a dream,
Without leaving one fragment of genius, to say
How sublime was the tide which had vanish'd away!
Farewell to the few-though we never may meet
On this planet again, it is soothing and sweet
To think that, whenever my song or my name

Shall recur to their car, they'll recal me the same

I have been to them now, young, unthoughtful, and blest,

Ere hope had deceived me or sorrow depress'd!

mind

But, DOUGLAS! while thus I endear to
my
The elect of the land we shall soon leave behind,
I can read in the weather-wise glance of thine eye,
As it follows the rack flitting over the sky,
That the faint coming breeze will be fair for our flight,
And shall steal us away ere the falling of night.
Dear DOUGLAS, thou knowest, with thee by my side,
With thy friendship to soothe me, thy courage to guide,
There's not a bleak isle in those summerless seas,
Where the day comes in darkness, or shines but to
freeze,

Not a tract of the line, not a barbarous shore,

That I could not with patience, with pleasure explore!
Oh! think then how happy I follow thee now,
When hope smooths the billowy path of our prow,
And each prosperous sigh of the west-springing wind
Takes me nearer the home where my heart is enshrined;
Where the smile of a father shall meet me again,
And the tears of a mother turn bliss into pain;
Where the kind voice of sisters shall steal to my heart,
And ask it, in sighs, how we ever could part!—

But see-the bent top-sails are ready to swell— To the boat-I am with thee-Columbia, farewell!

TO LADY H▬▬▬

ON AN OLD RING FOUND AT TUNBRIDGE-WELLS.

Tunnebrige est à la même distance de Londres que Fontainebleau l'est de Paris. Ce qu'il y a de beau et de galant dans l'un et dans l'autre sexe s'y rassemble au temps des eaux. La compagnie, etc. etc.--See Memoires de Grammont, seconde part, chap. ii.

TUNBRIDGE-WELLS, August, 1805. WHEN Grammont graced these happy springs, And Tunbridge saw, upon her Pantiles,

The merriest wight of all the kings
That ever ruled these gay gallant isles;

Like us, by day they rode, they walk'd,
At eve they did as we may do,
And Grammont just like Spencer talk'd,
And lovely Stewart smiled like you!

The only different trait is this,

That woman then, if man beset her, Was rather given to saying « yes,» Because, as yet, she knew no better!

Each night they held a coterie,
Where, every fear to slumber charm'd,
Lovers were all they ought to be,

And husbands not the least alarm'd!

They call'd up all their school-day pranks,
Nor thought it much their sense beneath
To play at riddles, quips, and cranks,
And lords show'd wit, and ladies teeth.

As-« Why are husbands like the Mint?»
Because, forsooth, a husband's duty

Is just to set the name and print
That give a currency to beauty.

Why is a garden's wilder'd maze

Like a young widow, fresh and fair?» Because it wants some hand to raise

The weeds, which «have no business there!»

And thus they miss'd and thus they hit,
And now they struck and now they parried,
And some lay-in of full-grown wit,
While others of a pun miscarried.

'T was one of those facetious nights
That Grammont gave this forfeit ring,
For breaking grave conundrum rites,
Or punning ili, or-some such thing;
From whence it can be fairly traced
Through many a branch and many a bough,
From twig to twig, until it graced

The snowy hand that wears it now.

All this I'll prove, and then to you,

Oh Tunbridge! and your springs ironical,
I swear by H-the-te's eye of blue,
To dedicate the important chronicle.

Long may your ancient inmates give
Their mantles to your modern lodgers,
And Charles' loves in H-the-te live,
And Charles' bards revive in Rogers!

Let no pedantic fools be there,

For ever be those fops abolish'd, With heads as wooden as thy ware,

And, Heaven knows! not half so polish'd.

But still receive the mild, the gay,
The few, who know the rare delight
Of reading Grammont every day,
And acting Grammout every night!

When scarce there happen'd any frolics
That were not done by Diabolics,

A cold and loveless son of Lucifer,

Who woman scorn'd, nor knew the use of her,
A branch of Dagon's family
(Which Dagon, whether He or She,
Is a dispute that vastly better is
Referr'd to Scaliger et cæteris),
Finding that, in this cage of fools,
The wisest sots adorn the schools,
Took it at once his head Satanic in,
То

grow a great scholastic mannikin,
A doctor, quite as learn'd and fine as
Scotus Joha or Tom Aquinas, 2
Lully, Hales irrefragabilis,

Or any doctor of the rabble is!
In languages, 3 the Polyglots,
Compared to him, were Babel sots;

He chatter'd more than ever Jew did,
Sanhedrim and Priest included;
Priest and holy Sanhedrim

Were one-and-seventy fools to him!
But chief the learned demon felt a

Zeal so strong for gamma, delta,

That, all for Greek and learning's glory,4
He nightly tippled «Græco more,»
And never paid a bill or balance
Except upon the Grecian Kalends,

From whence your scholars, when they want tick,
Say, to be At-tick 's to be on tick!

1 SCALIGER, de Emendat. Tempor.-Dagon was thought by others to be a certain sea-monster, who came every day out of the Red Sea to teach the Syrians husbandry.—See Jacques GAFFAREL's Curiosités inouies, chap. 1. He says he thinks this story of the sea-monster carries little show of probability with it.»

2 I wish it were known with any degree of certainty whether the Commentary on Boethius attributed to Thomas Aquinas be really the work of this angelic Doctor. There are some bold assertions hazarded in it: for instance, he says that Plato kept school in a town called Academia, and that Alcibiades was a very beautiful woman whom some of Aristotle's pupils fell in love with: Alcibiades mulier fuit pulcherrima, quam videntes quidam discipuli Aristotelis, etc.-See FREYTAG. Adparat. Litterar. art. 86, tom. 1.

3 The following compliment was paid to Laurentius Valla, upon his accurate knowledge of the Latin language:

Nunc postquam manes defunctus Valla petivin
Non audet Pluto verba Latina loqui.

Since Val arrived in Pluto's shade,

His nouns and pronouns all so pat in,

Pluto himself would be afraid

To ask even what's o'clock in Latin!

These lines may be found in the Auctorum Censio of Du VERDIER (page 29), an excellent critic, if he could have either felt or understood any one of he works which be criticises.

It is much to be regretted that Martin Luther, with all his talents for reforming, should yet be vulgar enough to laugh at Camerarius for writing to hum in Greek. Master Joachim (says be) has sent me some dates and some raisins, and has also written me two letters in Greek. As soon as I am recovered, I shall answer them in Turkish, that he too may have the pleasure of reading what he does not understand.Græca sunt, legi non possunt, is the ignorant speech attributed to Accursius, but very unjustly-far from asserting that Greek could not be read, that worthy juris-consult upon the Law 6. D. de Bonor. possess, expressly says, - Græcæ literæ possunt intelligi et legi.. (Vide Nov. Libror. Rarior. Collection. Fasciculi IV.)—Scipio Carteromachus scems to think that there is no salvation out of the pale of Greek literature: Via prima salutis Graia pandetur ab urbe. And the zeal of Laurentius Rhodomanuus cannot be sufficiently admired, when he exhorts his countrymen, per gloriam Christi, per salutem patriæ, per reipublicæ decus et emolumentum, to study the Greek language. Nor must we forget Phavorinus, the excellent Bishop of Nocera, who, careless of all the usual commendations of a Christian, required no further eulogium on his tomb than Here lieth a Greek Lexicographer,

In logies, he was quite Ho Panu!
Knew as much as ever man knew.
He fought the combat syllogistic
With so much skill and art eristic,
That though you were the learned Stagyrite,
At once upon the hip he had you right!
Sometimes indeed his speculations

Were view'd as dangerous innovations.
As thus-the Doctor's house did harbour a
Sweet blooming girl, whose name was Barbara:
Oft, when his heart was in a merry key,

He taught this maid his esoterica,
And sometimes, as a cure for hectics,
Would lecture her in dialectics.
How far their zeal let him and her
go
Before they came to sealing Ergo,
Or how they placed the medius terminus,
Our chronicles do not determine us;
But so it was-by some confusion
In this their logical prælusion,
The Doctor wholly spoil'd, they say,
The figure of young Barbara;
And thus, by many a snare sophistic,
And enthymeme paralogistic,
Beguiled a maid, who could not give,
To save her life, a negative.3
In music, though he had no ears
Except for that amongst the spheres
(Which most of all, as he averr'd it,
He dearly loved, 'cause no one heard it),
Yet aptly he, at sight, could read
Each tuneful diagram in Bede,
And find, by Euclid's corollaria,
The ratios of a jig or aria.

But, as for all your warbling Delias,
Orpheuses and Saint Cecilias,

He own'd he thought them much surpass'd
By that redoubted Hyaloclast,4

Who still contrived, by dint of throttle,
Where'er he went to crack a bottle!

etc.

Wherein he show'd the reason why,
When children first are heard to cry,
If boy the baby chance to be,
He cries OA!-if girl, OE!—
They are, says he, exceeding fair hints
Respecting their first sinful parents;
«Oh Eve!» exclaimeth little madam,
While little master cries « Oh Adam!»'

In point of science astronomical,
It seemed to him extremely comical
That, once a year, the frolic sun
Should call at Virgo's house for fun,
And stop a month and blaze around her,
Yet leave her Virgo, as he found her!
But, it was in Optics and Dioptrics,
Our demon play'd his first and top tricks :
He held that sunshine passes quicker
Through wine than any other liquor;
That glasses are the best utensils
To catch the eve's bewilder'd pencils;
And, though he saw no great objection
To steady light and pure reflection,

He thought the aberrating rays
Which play about a bumper's blaze,

Were by the Doctors looked, in common, on,
As a more rare and rich phenomenon!
He wisely said that the sensorium

Is for the eyes a great emporium,

To which these noted picture stealers

Send all they can and meet with dealers.

In many an optical proceeding,

The brain, he said, show'd great good breeding;

For instance, when we ogle women

(A trick which Barbara tutor'd him in),
Although the dears are apt to get in a
Strange position on the retina,

Yet instantly the modest brain
Doth set them on their legs again!'

Our doctor thus with «stuff'd sufficiency »
Of all omnigenous omnisciency,
Began (as who would not begin
That had, like him, so much within?)
To let it out in books of all sorts,
Folios, quartos, large and small sorts;
Poems, so very deep and sensible,
That they were quite incomprehensible; 3
Prose which had been at learning's Fair,
And bought up all the trumpery there,

This is translated almost literally from a passage in Albertus de Secretis, etc.—I have not the book by me, or I would transcribe the words.

These fragments form hut a small part of a ridiculous medley of prose and doggerel, into which, for my amusement, I threw some of the insidents of my journey. If it were even in a more rational form, there is yet much of it too allusive and too personal for publication.

Having remained about a week at New York, where I saw Madame Jerome Bonaparte, and felt a slight shock of an earthquake (the only things that particularly awakened my attention), I sailed again in the Boston for Norfolk, from whence I proceeded on my tour to the northward, through Williamsburgh, Richmond, etc. At Richmond there are a few men of considerable talents. Mr Wickham, one of their celebrated legal characters, is a gentleman whose manners and mode of life would do honour to the most cultivated societies. Judge Marshall, the author of Washington's Life, is another very distinguished ornament of Richmond. These gentlemen, I must observe, are of that respectable, but at present unpopular, party, the Federalists.

What Mr Weld says of the continual necessity of balancing or

3 Under this description, I believe, the Devil among the Scholars may be included. Yet Leibnitz found out the uses of incomprehensibility, when he was appointed secretary to a society of philosophers at Nuremberg, merely for his merit in writing a cabalistical letter, one word of which neither they nor himself could interpret. See the Eloge Historique de M. DE LEIBNITZ, Europe Savante. People in all ages have loved to be puzzled. We find Cicero thanking Atticus for having sent him a work of Serapion, • ex quo (says be) quidem ego (quod inter nos liceat dicere) millesimam partem vix intelligo..-Lib. 2. epist. 4. And we know that Avicen, the learned Arabian, read Aristotle's Metaphysics forty times over, for the supreme pleasure of being able to inform the world that he could not comprehend one syllable throughout them.-NICOLAS MOSSA in Vit. Avicen.

America, is by no means exaggerated. The driver frequently had to call to the passengers in the stage, to lean out of the carriage, first at one side then at the other, to prevent it from oversetting in the deep ruts with which the road abounds! Now, gentlemen, to the right,' upon which the passengers all stretched their bodies half way out of the carriage, to balance it on that side. Now, gentlemen, to the left; and so on..-WELD's Travels, letter 3.

4 Before the stage can pass one of these bridges, the driver is obliged to stop and arrange the loose planks, of which it is composed, in the manner that best suits his ideas of safety; and, as the planks are again disturbed by the passing of the coach, the next travellers who arrive have of course a new arrangement to make. Mahomet (as Sale tells us) was at some pains to imagine a precarious kind of bridge for the entrance of Paradise, in order to enhance the pleasures of arrival: a Virginian bridge, I think, would have answered his purpose completely.

As would make the shy curcuma »4 blush;
Vice under every name and shape,
From adulterous gardens to fields of rape!
Σπερμαγοραιολεκιθολαχανοπώλιδες - From the Ly -

sistrata of ARISTOPHANES, v. 458.

2 This phrase is taken verbatim from an account of an expedition to Drummond's Pond, by one of those many Americans who profess to think that the English language, as it has been hitherto written, is deficient in what they call republican energy. One of the savans of Washington is far advanced in the construction of a new language for the United States, which is supposed to be a mixture of Hebrew and Mikmak.

Alluding to a collection of poems, called La Puce de grands-jours de Poitiers They were all written upon a flea, which Stephen Pasquier found on the bosom of the famous Catherine des Roches, one morning during the grands-jeurs of Pontiers. Lask pardon of the learned Cathere's memory, for my vulgar alteration of her most respectable name

4 Curcama, cold and six- DEAWAY

I'll send you some Dionea Muscipula,
And, into Bartram's book if you dip, you'll a
Pretty and florid description find of

This « ludicrous, lobed, carnivorous, kind of—» A
The Lord deliver us!

Think of a vegetable being «carnivorous!»>
And, George, be sure

I'll treat you too, like Liancourt 2

(Nor thou be risible),

With all the views, so striking and romantic,
Which one might have of the Atlantic,
If it were visible.

And now, to tell you the
gay variety
Of my stage society,

There was a quaker, who room for twenty took,
Pious and big as a Polyglot Pentateuch!
There was his niece too, sitting so fair by,
Like a neat testament, kept to swear by.
What pity, blooming girl!

That lips, so ready for a lover,
Should not beneath their ruby casket cover
One tooth of pearl! 3

But, like a rose beside the church-yard-stone,
Be doom'd to blush o'er many a mouldering bone'
There was

There was a student of the college, too,
Who said

Much more about the riches of his head,
Than, if there were an income-tax on brains,
His head could venture to acknowledge to.
I ask'd the Scholar

If his what d'ye call her?-
Alma Mater and her Bishop
Properly follow'd the Marquis's wish up,4
And were much advancing
In dancing?

1.Observed I kewise in these savannas abundance of the ludicrous Dionea Muscipula -BARTRAM's Travels in North America. For bis description of this carnivorous vegetable, see Introduction, p. 13

2 This philosophical Duke, describing the view from Mr Jefferson's house, says, The Atlantie might be seen, were it not for the greatness of the distance, which renders that prospect impossible,»-See his Travels.

3 Polygnotus was the first painter, says Pliny, who showed the teeth in his portraits. He would scarcely, I think, have been tempted to sarb an innovation in America.

4 The Marquis de CHASTELLOY, in his wise letter to Mr Maddison, Professor of Philosophy in the College of William and Mary, at Williamsburgh, dwells with much earnestness on the attention which should be paid to dancing. See his Travels. This college, the only one in the state of Virginia, and the first which I saw in America, gave me but a melancholy idea of republican seats of learning. That costempt for the elegancies of education, which the American democrats affect, is no where more grossly conspicuous than in Virginia: the young men, who look for advancement, study rather to be demagogões than politicians; and as every thing that distinguishes from the mult tude is supposed to be invidious and unpopular, the levelling cystem is applied to education, and has had all the effect which its partisans could desire, by producing a most extensive equality of ignorance. The Abbé Raymat, in his prophetic admonitions to the Americans, directing their attention very strongly to learned establishments, says. • When the youth of a country are seen depraved, the nation is on the decline • I know not what the Abbé Raynal would pronounce of this nation de m were he alive to know the morals of the young students at Wilhamburgh! But when he wrote, his countrymen had not yet introdus eẺ the detonam deos speinentein. into America.