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This pure bliss dost thou bestow,
Peace divine, adored maid;
Ne'er from us consent to go,
Joy's bright sunshine neve shade.

Hark! the choral hymns of praise,
Swell melodious round the isle ;
Love attunes thy vot'ries lays:
Deign, bright Seraph, deign to smile.
Rapture fills my ardent soul,

Smiles thy face irradiate;
Bid the news, from pole to pole,
Fame's loud trumpet prompt relate.

Hark! the courteous zephyrs sweet,
Waft the tidings far around;
Peopled realms thy presence greet,
Homage shew thee, pure, profound!
Fort-street, Oct. 7, 1801.

On seeing the bloom of a beautiful double-blossomed Cherry
Tree entirely shed, after a few Days absence from
my Garden.

N beauty's fairest vest array'd,
How lately shone this tree;

My garden pride, I fondly said,
Henceforward thou shalt be.

From thy fair sister's meaner bloom,
I careless pass away;
Thy sweeter, richer, beauties claim,
The homage that I pay.

Thy lovely, snowy blossoms draw

My steps with magic pow'r,
While, with enraptur'd gaze, I view
Each sweet expanded flow'r.

Thus did I speak, nor thought this bloom

The beauty of a day;

Its open'd foliage look'd so fair,

I thought not of decay.

But not a vestige now remains,
Of my late favo'rite tree;
Its snowy vestments all around,
In scatter'd heaps I see.

Transient has been her lovely bloom,
Each nameless grace is fled;
In fancy's eye, I see my tree
Sink her dejected head.

And well dejected may she view
Her sisters smile around,

For, though with her the fruit is fled,
With them the fruit is found.

Rebuk'd I stand, who thus could turn
From real worth my eyes,
And to that worth a flow'r prefer,
Which only blooms and dies.

Then let this moral be impress'd
Upon the youthful mind,
The fairest blossom worthless is,
That leaves not fruit behind.

And O, ye parents! watch with care,
Each tender budding flow'r;

Nor to those charms direct your praise,
Which wither in an hour.

Soon will that lovely bloom decay,

Which we so fondly prize,

And ev'ry sweet attractive grace,
The hand of time destroys.

But when the gen'rous thought expands,
Where virtue's bloom appear,
There guard their shield from ev'ry blight,
The precious sacred flow'r.

Ah! let not folly hover round,
And taint the sweet perfume!
O, from alluring vice protect,
This dear immortal bloom.

When the gay scene of youth is o'er,
And all her charms decay,
The richest fruits will then appear,
And will our cares repay.

This precious fruit not time destroys,
Age does each charm improve;
And when the tree is laid in dust,
The fruit will soar above!

Transplanted to a fairer clime,
It there shall richer be;.

And ev'ry beauty still improve,
Through all eternity!

Camden Street,

Islington.

A. F.

Literary Review.

Essays, Moral, Economical, and Political. By Fran cis Bacon, Baron of Verulam, Viscount St. Albans, and Lord High Chancellor of England. Jones. 6s. 6d. neatly done up in boards.

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HE name of Bacon has always associated along with it SCIENCE, in its various departments; HE it was that unlocked the stores of knowledge among the moderns, and diffused a radiance over this western part of the world. Bacon flourished in the reigns of Elizabeth, and James the first, and died 1626, at St. Albans, where he lies interred.

His grand work was the Nouvum Organicum Scientiarum, the design of which was to lay down a more perfect method of exercising the faculty of reason, than had ever before been known. But his more popular work, which has been universally read and admired, are these "Essays, Moral, Economical, and Political; the subjects of them are extremely interesting; the remarks very acute; and their tendency highly favourable to the promotion of virtue and piety. We have seldom seen a volume better calculated to advance the improvement of the mind, because the author, on every subject, displays such a knowledge of human nature, and expresses his sentiments with so much energy.

It is our opinion, that the publisher of these Essays render an essential service to the public, by laying before them so elegant an edition of this valuable work. The paper and type are excellent;

whilst the portrait of Bacon, being executed in the best manner, cannot fail of imparting to the reader of taste a great degree of satisfaction.

In the short and well-written life prefixed to this edition, we are told, that Addison used to say of Bacon: "that he had the sound, distinct, comprehensive knowledge of Aristotle, with all the beautiful light graces and embellishments of Cicero." The honourable Mr. Walpole calls him the Prophet f Arts, which Newton was afterwards to reveal; and adds, "that his genius and works will be universally admired, as long as science exists." Το conclude, another great writer remarks: "Plato and Aristotle were men of a different cast; they did not pay so great a regard to truth and utility, nor instructed mankind so justly, nor opened the hidden veins of science so successfully, nor taught the art of philosophical invention so happily, as Lord Bacon."

Britannia, a National Epic Poem, in Twenty Books; to which is prefixed a Critical Dissertation on Epic Machinery. By John Ogilvie, D. D. F. R. S. Edin. Rivington. 1. Is.

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R. Ogilvie has long been known in the republic of letters, by a variety of elegant and ingenious poems, which he has published on several occasions. At the age of eighteen he produced his famous poem entitled the Judgment Day, which passed through many editions, and established his reputation. Since that period he has laid before the public his Mona, his Providence, and other pieces of celebrity.

The work before us displays much knowledge, together with no mean portion of poetic energy. He adopts the ancient tradition, that Brutus, who left Troy upon its destruction, settled in Britain,

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