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Reflections, Inscribed to the Best of FriendsAuthor(s): FideliusSource: The Belfast Monthly Magazine, Vol. 13, No. 76 (Nov. 30, 1814), pp. 396-397Published by: Belfast Monthly MagazineStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/30075408 .

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396 Original Poetry. (Nov.

"Knox and Welsh !" exclaimed he, " the devil never made such a match as that." " It is right like, sir,"' said she," for we never asked his advice." He asked her how many clh!dren her father had left, and if they were lads or lasses. She said three, and that they were all lasses. 9 God be thanked !" cried the King, lifting up both his hands, " for an they had been three lads, I had ne- ver enjoyed my three kingdoms in peace." She again urged her re- quest, that he would give her hus. band his native air. " Give him his native air !" replied the King, " give him the Devil !" a morsel which James had often in his mouth. o" Give that to.your hungry courtiers," said she, offended at his profaneness. He told her at last, that, if she would persuade her husband to sub. mnit to the bishops, be would allow him to return. Mrs. Welsh lifting up her apron, and holding it towards the King replied, in the trne spirit of her father, "rPlease your majesty, I'd rather kep his head here."'

COWAAT rr oF MAdNStts. In Ireland it is not infrequent to

introduce the practice of playing cards, that most stupid of all stupd modes of spending the time, into the passage boats on the Grand Ca- nal. In England the following ra- tional mode of employing the lei- sure on the passage is adopted. In which country, and in which em- ploy meat is Mxto most engaged ?

(From the Monthly Magasine.)

*" We have seen some elegant drawings of the steam boats on the Tyne, by which it appears, that they are highly ornamental and pic- turesque objects, as well as of un- paralleled utility. The principal cabin is fitted up with the taste of a drawing-room, provided with sofas, a piano forte, a select library, the Monthly Magazine, and the pro- vincial newspapers. In fine weather the passengers prefer the deck; but in cold or wet weather, they make the voyage witl) tile same ease as they woulk pass the time in their own houses. So desirable is the ponveyance, that it is usual to coo- vey 200 passengers per voyage"

ORIGINAL POETRY.

ZPflAPH OW THE LATE lEV.. JAMES

CALDWELL OF DUNDONALD.

STRANGERI whoe'er thou art, 0 pass not by

'T"dill o'er this tomb thou passe aqd heave a sigh;

Here rests, tho' scarsely known to clam'r- ous fame,

A Christian pastor, worthy of the name: Slave to no sect, free from the bigot's gall, He strove to cool the unhallow'd rage. of

all. In manners he was meek, in temper mild, Rich in good sense, yet modest as a child,

Whate'er his tongue advaac'd on virte's theme,

His blameless condpct urg'd with power supreme.

Stranger depart! seek peace, shun party strife,

And stive tp Popy CA&nwa;.'s $spotless liwe. 7'

REFLECTIONS, INSCRIBED TO THE IBEST OF FRIENDS.

DEAR worthy friend wheae'e teau'1l straPy

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t 14.] Selected Poetry. 397 Sweet rural Iurners-gled to see,

Wilt thut not pause upoWrhy way, Abd think of me ?

Or' when as wandering thro' that glen Thou'll chance to pass my fav:rite tree,

Say wilt thou cout; reflection then, And think of me ?

Thou wilt indeed I whene'er thou'll troam Qur happy rounds, remember mre,

And vihen abroad, or when at home I'll think of thet!

And wheresoevtr fite dirdet Thy path to lead, where'er then'll be,. eearest of friends, oh don't neglect

To think of me tor whether i bow at fortune's shrine,

Or from adversity I flee, The equal bliss shall still be mine

To think of thee.

WhereVer chance may uide my feet, And whether bound in chains or frees I still shall think of moments sweet

I pass'd' iwth thee. I know when musing and alone,

Thou'll often give a thought to me; And long as memory fills her throne

I'lllthink of thee.

FIDnLIVS.. lfeoas, Jdly 28, 1814.

DIRG WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OP HtLOGH TYN'.N, TkiI POET OF DON-

A; IA A D EE.

To morning's breete the sall I spread, And sadly cross'd the ebbing wave,

Thetear of sympathy to shed, Peor Tynan ! on thy early grave.

I hop'd tq find an urn invest Thy dust, that rustics rudely tread,

And wvuyh the laurel on thy breasro Wh4we docks sd4 thistes rankly sprea&.

How fair yon town ! compact and sttong Her splendid streets, her site divine ;

Yet would she ne'er have shone

in song If g*nius nefer had been thuse.

And thou, her natives bright udl wise, Hast fam'd in measures mild and strong-

Why fail'd they then to memorize The bard wh-o bade them live in song i

Retir'd from pleasuare'6 prideful swarms1 hp

pensivh e soul; with wond'ring awe, Held converse with arial forms That worldly wisdom never saw.

To thee the spectre that could chill Job's friend with fear, again appear'd t

And on you higth and haunted hill, Thy ev'ry doubt its spirit clear'd.

Neglected swain! had " with the. iic Thy grave been hade," which few wow

fame, The marble's permanence would teach

Posterity to note thy name. But honest want, tho' nobly borne,

Is spurn'd by spleen, and moek'd by pride,

And sterling enius suffers scorn, If in afhiction's furnate tried.

Yet one shall praise thy parts, and utourn That wealthless worth'sby fame forgeot

When food lrememt n ance shall return, And foresight seem to share the spot :

As kindred cares thro' life he shar'd, At last obliXioq ju*yensue,

Unless sorne poor plebeian bard Shall mourn him thus in dirges due.

J, U. B24lcarry.

SELECTED POETit

LINES OCCASIONED BY THE VOTE Of THE TOWM~SALL MEEPI\G, L;VPR' PooL, J-rv 19, 1891-4. T PrLirs- TVON PARLIAMENT ON TU1 E GENSER AL ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE& TRADE.

roam et Lirnrpod iMerury / THINE 'is the triumph, Truth! thy

stredgth impart, And give espression to my botnding heart! Thine is the triumph, Truth! it is front

thee Man feelshand owns, his fellow should be

free. Still, mighty Truth, I see thee unconu

fined! Still thou direct'st the course of human

mind. Though error darken, and though vice

de- forni, Still, likg the eagle o'er the gathering

storm, The human mind moves on-for thy bright

ray Sheds wide above its never-ending day !

Not ftar the time, when ia the ,fcie mart,

(The mart of man) the BAiton clsGi'd h;i past t

aLfirast MAO.l. Nr. JyVI. zaw

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