And ye, who rather than resign
Your matrimonial plan;

Were not afraid to plough the brine,
In company with man.

To whose lean country, much disdain
We English often show;
Yet from a richer, nothing gain
But wantonness and woe.

Be it your fortune, year by year,
The same resource to prove ;

Aud may ye, sometimes landing here,
Instruct us how to love!

This Tale is founded on an Anecdote which the Author found in the Buckinghamshire Herald, for Saturday, June 1, 1793, in the following words.

Glasgow, May 23d.

In a block or pully, near the head of the mast of a Gabert, now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a Chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay at Greenock, and was followed hither by both birds. Though the block is occasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock however visits the nest but seldom, while the hen never leaves it but when she descends to the hulk for food.

STANZAS,

STANZAS,

303

Addressed to Lady Hesketh, by a Lady, in returning a Poem of Mr. Cowper's, lent to the Writer, on condition she should neither shew it, nor take a copy.

WHAT wonder! if my wavering hand

Had dar'd to disobey,

When Hesketh gave a harsh command,
And Cowper led astray.

Then take this tempting gift of thine,
By pen uncopied yet!
But canst thou memory confine,

Or teach me to forget?

More lasting than the touch of art,
Her characters remain ;
When written by a feeling heart
On tablets of the brain.

Cowper's Reply.

To be remember'd thus is fame,

And in the first degree;

And did the few, like her the same,
The press might rest for me.

So Homer in the memory stor❜d

Of many a Greecian belle,

Was once preserv'd-a richer hoard,

But never lodg'd so well!

APPENDIX.

(No. 2.)

TRANSLATIONS of GREEK VERSES.

From the Greek of Julianus.

A SPARTAN, his companions slain,

Alone from battle fled,

His mother, kindling with disdain

That she had borne him, struck him dead;

For courage, and not birth alone,

In Sparta, testifies a son!

On the same, by Palladas.

A SPARTAN 'scaping from the fight,
His mother met him in his flight,

Upheld a faulchion to his breast,

And thus the fugitive address'd:

"Thou canst but live to blot with shame

"Indelible thy mother's name,

"While ev'ry breath that thou shalt draw, "Offends against thy country's law;

"But

"But, if thou perish by this hand,
Myself indeed throughout the land
"To my dishonour shall be known
"The mother still of such a son,
"But Sparta will be safe and free,
"And that shall serve to comfort me."

An Epitaph.

My name-my country-what are they to thee?
What--whether base or proud, my pedigree?
Perhaps I far surpass'd all other men—
Perhaps I fell below them all-what then?

Suffice it, stranger! that thou see'st a tomb-
Thou know'st its use-it hides-no matter whom.

Another.

TAKE to thy bosom, gentle earth, a swain
With much hard labour in thy service worn.
He set the vines, that clothe yon ample plain,
And he these olives, that the vale adorn.

He fill'd with grain the glebe, the rills he led,
Through this green herbage and those fruitful bow'rs
Thou, therefore, Earth! lie lightly on his head,
His hoary head, and deck his grave with flow'rs,

VOL. II.

RR

Another.

Another.

PAINTER this likeness is too strong,
And we shall mourn the dead too long.

Another.

AT three-score winters end I died

A cheerless being, sole and sad,
The nuptial knot I never tied,
And wish my father never had.

By Callimachus.

AT

morn we placed on his funereal bier Young Melanippus; and at even tide, Unable to sustain a loss so dear,

By her own hand his blooming sister died.

Thus Aristippus mourn'd his noble race,
Annihilated by a double blow,

Nor son could hope, nor daughter more t' embrace,
And all Cyrene sadden'd at his woe.

On Miltiades.

MILTIADES! thy valour best (Although in every region known) The men of Persia can attest, Taught by thyself at Marathon.

On