Still there are who raptured view

Scenes which youthful hopes endear, Where they science learn to woo ;

Still they love to wander here. Peace they meet in every grove ;

Lives again the rapturous song; Sweetly sportive still they rove,

Cam ! thy sedgey banks along.


Stately streams, and glens, and lakes,

They can leave to Scotia's plains ; Mountains hoar, and vales, and brakes,

They resign to Cambrian swains. But these placid scenes full well

Suit the quiet musing breast; Here if Fancy may not dwell,

Science shall delight to rest,


Repine not O my friend ! if Heaven has sent

Some sorrows on thy youth, nor waste the hours In idle grief and wailing discontent,

But rouse thy spirit and with all its powers Wrestle the strife of fortune. When the blow

Of evil on the aged head descends,

Heavy it falls, no stirring hope befriends,
No active enterprize alleviates woe,
No busy expectation comes to save,

Death only then the kindly aid extends
And gives deliverance in the peaceful grave.

But youth is strong, and in that vigorous age
Trials are blessings sure if they excite
To wholesome energy. Put forth thy might

And boldly with the adverse world engage!
The bare exertion will beguile distress ;
And when thy labours have obtained success,

Thou wilt behold the past and with delight

Find present pleasure in past wretchedness. As one who journeying on his toilsome way

With heaviness and sore fatigue opprest, Remembers this upon the future day

And recollecting toil, more values rest.


A Monodrama--founded on an event in the Mexican History.

SCENEThe Temple of Mexitli.

Subjects ! friends! children! I may cal]


children For I have ever borne a father's love Towards you ; it is thirteen years since first You saw me in the robes of royalty, Since here the multitudes of Mexico Hail'd me their King. I thank you

friends that now In equal numbers and with equal love You come to grace my death.

For thirteen years What I have been, ye know : that with all care, That with all justice and all gentleness Seeking your weal I govern’d. Is there one Whom I have injured ? one whose just redress I have denied, or baffled by delay ? Let him come forth, that so no evil tongue

Speak shame of me hereafter. O my people,
Not by my deeds have I drawn down upon me
The wrath of Heaven.

The wrath is heavy on me!
Heavy! a burthen more than I can bear !
I have endured contempt, insult and wrongs
From that Acolhuan tyrant ! should I seek
Revenge ? alas my people, we are few,
Feeble our growing state ! it hath not yet
Rooted itself to bear the hurricane;
It is the lion-cub that tempts not yet
The tyger's full-aged fury. Mexicans,
He sent to bid me wear a woman's robe ;
When was the day that ever I look'd back
In battle ? Mexicans, the wife I loved,
To faith and friendship trusted, in despite
Of me, of heaven, he seized, and spurned her back
Polluted.!-coward villain ! and he lurks
Behind his armies and his multitudes
And mocks my idle wrath !-it is not fit
It is not possible that I should live!
Live! and deserve to be the finger-mark
Of slave-contempt! his blood I cannot reach,
But in my own all stains shall be effaced,

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