Copies Mr. Alex. Aikman, jun. Kingston. Mr. John Aiton, St Andrew's. Captain Armstrong, Royal Mr. George Baynes, ditto. Copies Dr Lindsay, Port Antonio, Portland. Mr. Rob. M'Clelland, King2 ston, Mr. Andrew Cowan Magill, Kingston. Mr. Nathan Mills, ditto. Mr. Murray, Kingston. Mr. Hugh Polson, Clarendon. Mr. John Purcell, Kingston. Mr. Wm. Robertson, ditto. Mr. Duncan Hamilton, Cla- Mr. Thomas Ross, St. Tho rendon. mas in the East. Mr. Robt. Herdman, King- Mr. Jas. Sadler, St. Mary's. ston. Mr. John Jos. Itter, ditto. Mr. Thomas Ivey, ditto. Messrs. John Johnston & Co. ditto, ......................2 Mr. P. H. Keeffe, St. Andrew's,................. 2 Mrs. Ann Lenny, Kingston. Mr. John Sills, Kingston. Mr. William Norval Smart, ditto. Mr. James Smith, ditto. ADDRESSED TO THE FRIENDS OF GENIUS IN JAMAICA. THE rustic bardling long unheeded sung, And oft his bosom felt affliction's dart The genuine plaint of woe flow'd from his tongue, It fell-and seldom reach'd a kindred heart. But as the spring which from the rock descends, And ye who dwell in fair Jamaica's isle, With ready hands bestow'd unlook'd for aid; To make stern fortune on the bardling smile, And raise him from oblivion's darkest shade. may your ang fervid bosoms never know of guilt....the rankling wound of woe ! MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE BROKEN HEART. INSCRIBED TO A GENTLEMAN OF THE FACULTY. "Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; "Raze out the written troubles of the brain; "Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, SHAKESPEARE O THOU! whose never-failing skill, Can mend the human frame at will, And drive the tyrant Death away, Tho' ready to devour his prey Say, can your boasted skill impart No balm to heal a broken heart? B Ah, no!...the Esculapian train To cure the rankling wound of grief, Can ever heal a broken heart. The balmy Spring, diffusing joy, And all the gifts which Autumn brings..... And deeper wound the broken heart. Sweet friendship's voice may close in sleep May, for a moment, banish care, And calm the tempest of despair But from his dream the wretch will start, Love's baseless visions may a while The dulcet song may soothe to rest But soon such blissful dreams depart From him who feels a broken heart. Alas! how many strive in vain, A respite from their pangs to gain; But reason comes with ten-fold smart, And rends a-fresh the broken heart. Then what shall still affliction's throe, And wipe the tear from mis'ry's eye?- |