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wrote his famous song prison make." dered, 1646, he formed a regiment for the service of the French king, and was wounded at Dunkirk. In 1648 he returned to England, and was committed a prisoner to Peter-house, in London, where he published his poems, entitled, "Lucasta," 1649. After he was set at liberty, "he grew melancholy," says Wood, " became very poor in body and purse, was the object of charity, went in ragged cloaths, (whereas when he was in his glory, he wore cloaths of gold and silver) lodged in obscure and dirty places, more befitting the worst of beggars, and poorest of servants," &c. After his death, his brother Dudley Posthumous Lovelace published another volume of his poems, in 1659. There is great elegance, and a very brilliant fancy, mixed with some quaintness, throughout the poems of Lovelace.

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LOVE CONQUERED,

A Song by Lovelace, 1649.
THE childish God of Love did swear
Thus; by my awful bow and quiver,
Yon weeping, kissing, smiling pair,
I'll scatter all their vows in th' air,
And their knit embraces shiver.

Up then to th' head with his best art,
Full of spite and envy blown,
At her constant marble heart

W...VOL. 4.

He draws his swiftest, surest dart,
Which bounded back, and hit his own.

Now the Prince of fires burns!

Flames in the lustre of her eyes!
Triumphant, she refuses, scorns ;
He submits, adores, and mourns,
And is his votress' sacrifice.

Foolish boy! Resolve me now

What 'tis to sigh and not be heard! He, weeping, kneel'd, and made a vow, The world shall love, as yon fast two : So on his sing'd wings up he steer'd.

AFFECTING NARRATIVE.
From Sherlock's Letters from Berlin.

THE Count de Peltzer, an officer in the Prussian service, was the only son of a widow near sixty years old, He was handsome, brave to excess, and deeply in love with Mademoiselle de Benskow. She was in her eighteenth year, gentle, pretty, and born with an extreme sensibility. Her lover, just turned of twenty, was loved with a passion equal to his own, and the day was fixed to make them happy. It was the 20th of June, 1778.

The Prussian troops are always ready to take the field; and the seventeenth of June, at ten

o'clock at night, the count's regiment received orders to march at midnight for Silesia. He was at Berlin, and his mistress at a country house four leagues from the town. He set off consequently without seeing her; and he wrote to her from the first place where he stopped, that it was impossible for him to live without her; that it was essential to his happiness that she should follow him immediately, and that they should be married at Silesia. He wrote at the same time to her brother, who was his most intimate friend, to plead his cause with her parents. She set out then accompanied by this brother, and by her lover's mother. Never did the sands of Brandenbourgh appear so heavy as to this charming girl; but at length the journey ended and she arrived at the town of Herstadt; and "Never," said her brother to me," did my eyes see a woman lovelier than my sister: the exercise of the journey had added to her bloom, and her eyes painted what passed in her heart." But, O human prospects how deceitful are you! How near of ten is the moment of wretchedness to the moment of felicity! The carriage is stopped to let pass some soldiers, who, advancing with, slow steps, bore in their arms a wounded officer. The tender heart of the young lady was affected at the sight: she little suspected that it was her lover.

Some Austrian foragers had approached this town, and the young Count went out to repulse

natural or acquired, my MUSICAL TOUR. In In which I have had opportunity, at different times, to laugh, to deplore, to pity, and ap plaud ---it has excited, in some instances, my astonishment; in others, my indifference; it has called forth my warmest gratitude, and moved my ineffable contempt.

The provocation of these different feelings, of course, had its rise from my different publick and individual reception. I have been lost in admiration at the benignant liberality of one man in power, and obliged to shelter myself under a sort of contemptuous compassion at the ignorant importance of another. I have been charmed to wonder at professional candour, and I have smiled, unmoved, at professional envy. I have warmed to delight at instances of private friendship, and have beheld with unhappiness, and forgiven, wanton attempts to do me private injuries.

As for my publick reception, it has been flattering in the extreme, as far as it relates to applause. I wish I could say the same as to profit. One advantage I have certainly reaped from it-my country experience has given me a more competent view of popular opinion than all I had before done. I believe it may be owing to my having conversed with my audience, and taken them at the moment I made them feel. Among the number, however, who have attended me, I shall not easily forget the few who are firmly convinced I am a most impu,

dent impostor-for that Mr. Dibdin amassed so large a fortune by the Padlock and the Jubilee as to be perfectly independent; whereas I stroll about the country; that I am a stout, jolly young man, in my own hair, whereas Mr. Dibdin is a tall, thin man, and wears a wig.* On this subject I have a large stock of anec, dotes, which you will get in their place.

This Tour also will, as far as opportunity has permitted me, give the publick some useful hints relative to inns, manufactories, natural and artificial curiosties, the state of the country as to cultivation, and such other particulars as have cursorily struck me-and, really, Mr. Paterson ought to subscribe handsomely for I shall be able to improve his road book, which, in some instances, is very erroneous. Having also had many opportunities of conversing with

*Nothing can be more curious than popular prejudices. I know a clergy nan who, having enjoyed for several years the world s good opinion, was turned off, through a ridiculous pique, by a young nobleman to whom he was preceptor. After his disgrace every vice and folly that could taint a man's character was attributed to him. He drank, wenched, and was so complete a gambler, that, had he kept his old situation much longer, he would have ruined the principles of his pupil. I know him well-and am convinced he is free from all these vices, and in particular as to play. I declare I once saw him, in a single game at whist, revoke five times.

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