Nor honorary gifts, nor pensions, please, Divide it and be friends again," he said: 1 Growing up separate and alien, in a great degree, from the social interests and sentiments which bind men together, Chatterton was habitually ready and watchful for occasions to practise on their weakness and folly, and to indulge a propensity to annoyance by satire. He would play off the witty malice, no matter who was the object. He was a very Ishmael with this weapon. It is somewhere his own confession, that, when the mood was on him, he spared neither foe nor friend. Very greatly amusing as it may well be believed that his company was, when he chose to give it, nobody was safe against having his name, with his peculiarities, his hobby, his vanity, hitched into some sarcastic stanza.-ECLECTIC REVIEW. ELEGY. JOYLESS I seek the solitary shade, Where dusky contemplation veils the scene, The dark retreat (of leafless branches made) Where sick'ning sorrow wets the yellow'd green. The darksome ruins of some sacred cell, Now, as I mournful tread the gloomy cave, Thro' the wide window (once with mysteries dight) The distant forest, and the darken'd wave Of the swoln Avon ravishes my sight. But see, the thick'ning veil of evening's drawn, The azure changes to a sable blue; The rapt'ring prospects fly the less'ning lawn, And Nature seems to mourn the dying view. Self-sprighted Fear creeps silent thro' the gloom, Starts at the rust'ling leaf, and rolls his eyes; Aghast with horror, when he views the tomb, With every torment of a hell he flies. The bubbling brooks in plaintive murmurs roll, A dreary stillness broods o'er all the vale, THE PROPHECY.' "When times are at the worst they will certainly mend.” I. THIS truth of old was Sorrow's friend, 1 The Prophecy is in the style of Swift's minor pieces, and appears to be the genuine effusion of that enthusiastic love of liberty, which, in tumultuous times, generally takes possession of young and sanguine dispositions.-DR. Gregory. The difficulty's then to know, II. When Vice exalted takes the lead, III. When vile Corruption's brazen face, IV. See Pension's harbour large and clear, V. When Civil Power shall snore at ease, And petticoats can Justice blind; VI. Commerce o'er Bondage will prevail, Free as the wind, that fills her sail. When she complains of vile restraint, And Power is deaf to her complaint; Look up, ye Britons! cease to sigh, For your redemption draweth nigh. VII. When raw projectors shall begin, Oppression's hedge to keep her in ; She in disdain will take her flight, And bid the Gotham fools good-night; Look up, ye Britons! cease to sigh, For your redemption draweth nigh. VIII. When tax is laid, to save debate, |