then, in their eyes, becomes a vaft field of new enjoyments, the legitimacy of which has no other ftandard but their own inclinations; and the fumes of an incenfe lavished on them by those whom they have taught to scoff like themselves at every law, perpetuates their delirium. But when fickness has difperfed the flattering cohort, has biafted their pleafures, and all hopes of new triumphs; when they feel themfelves advancing, abandoned and naked, toward that awful Eternity on which they have taken upon themselves to decide, not only for themselves but for all those who have been led away in the whirlwind of their fictions--If in this terrible moment, when pride has loft its fupport, they come to reflect on the arguments on which they grounded their attack against the univerfal belief of a Revelation which was to ferve man as a pofitive and univerfal rule in matters of faith. The weakness then of their arguments (which they dare no longer attire in the garb of sophistry, ftares them in the face; and nothing but the total extinction of their feelings can quell the terrors of a confcience which tells them that they are about to appear before the tribunal of the author of that fame Revelation.

"It is to point out this real queakness of the Antichriftian chiefs that we must labor throughout their whole history,' for the benefit of those who, without any further examination (and perfuaded that these opinions are grounded on deep research) become their dupes and difciples: It is, I fay, incumbent on us to show that those men had not, aný more than their fectaries, any real conviction, and that their obftinacy in their opinions folely proceeded from the narcotic fumes of the incenfe of their admirers. For this purpose it is my intention thortly to give to the public, in confirmation of what you have faid of Voltaire, all that my former acquaintance with him has brought to my knowledge. The times in which we live makes it the duty of every man who has had a nearer view of the plots laid by the Sect against Revelation to unfold all the circumftances of them, which are as fhameful from their voluntary ignorance, as from their atrocity; and it is this fentiment, Sir, which makes me partake in common with all true friends to humanity, of that admiration and gratitude which are due to you for your generous exertions in this charitable career.

"I remain, Sir, your's, &c. &c.

Windfor, the 23d of October, 1797

"DE LUC."

After fuch a teftimony, let people talk of Voltaire dying

with the calmness of a hero.

The

180 The house appointed for all living-Charlotte of Ranno.

THE HOUSE APPOINTED FOR ALL LIVING.

SIGH not, ye winds, as paffing o'er
The chambers of the dead, ye fly;
Weep not, ye dews, for these no more
Shall ever weep,-shall ever figh.

Mourn not the troubled heart at reft:
How ftill it lies within the breast!
Death to the wretched whispers peace;
And in the grave our forrows ceafe.

The shatter'd bark, from adverse winds,
Reft in this peaceful haven finds;
And when the ftorms of life are, past,
Hope drops her anchor here at laft.

CHARLOTTE OF RANNO.

BY MR CAMPBELL.

AMID the groves, where TUMMEL gently flows,
Retir'd in peace, the blooming CHARLOTTE rose.
Each comely grace her blamelefs breast array'd,
And ev'ry charm adorn'd the lovely maid.
Here fair fhe rofe, far from the world's alarms,
In Beauty's bloom, and Virtue's graceful charms.
Tall as the pines which grace the mountain's fide,
Stately the fhone, of RANNO's maids the pride.
So fhines the ev'ning ftar with lucid blaze,

'Mid Heav'ns bright orbs that gleam with twinkling rays. Pure was her bofom as her native stream,

Tender and soft as day's departing beam.

In her mild looks, bright fhone the feeling heart,
Her eyes beam'd love, and sweetness void of art.
Beyond the rural toils, fhe knew no care;

Beyond the vales, no joys she wish'd to share.

Pleas'd with the fhades, fhe fought not fam'd renown,
Riches fhe scorn'd, nor envied grandeur's crown.
As 'mid the wilds the lily blows unfeen,

Or blooms the violet on the defert green,
Retir'd the liv'd, content, unvex'd with care,
By all belov'd, nor gloried she was fair.

As youth roll'd on, her graces charm'd the fwains,
Inspir'd their love, and wak'd their softest strains.

But,

But, void of guile, no proud regard the claim'd,
Nor felt a wish which Innocence condemn'd.
Mild as the morn, as op'ning fnowdrops fweet,
She knew no art, fhe trembled at deceit.
Her gentle fmiles fill cheer'd the drooping breaft,
Bade Hope ftill bloom, and lull'd each care to reft.
Sweet hours of blifs!-why fly with fatal hafte?
Why fpread delight?-why vanish ere we taste?

Long had her charms the peaceful bow'rs adorn'd,
And, fraught with joy, each fmiling morn return'd;
When, at the laft, a treacherous lover came,
Before her bow'd, and own'd a tender flame.
With fighs and vows, his guileful arts he plied,
And feign'd a paffion which his foul denied.
She beard, the pitied, and, to eafe his mind,
To Love the yielded, and her heart refign'd.
Her love he gain'd-but, dead to Pity's glow,
Forfook her charms, and left her plung'd in woe.

Now grief conceal'd, her love-lorn heart oppreft,
Joy fled her foul, and peace forfook her breaft.
Unfeen, alone, fhe pin'd the livelong day,
And, pierc'd by love, confum'd in cares away.
From her pale cheek, the lovely roses fled,
The lilies droop'd, and ruin round her spread.
Alone, unfeen, fhe fought the fatal grove,
Where first her bofom heav'd the fighs of love;
There, all unheard, the rais'd her plaintive moan,
Which foften'd oaks, and made the hills to groan.
Ev'n rocks relented at her forrowing pains,
And pitying mountains echo'd to her strains.

Devour'd by cares, fhe fled the vernal bow'rs,
Forgot the fong, and fhunn'd her favourite flow'rs;
To Love a prey, fhe life's foft joys refign'd,
And, funk in grief, in fadd'ning forrow pin'd.
To weep her woes, and foothe her wounded breast,
The nymphs throng'd round her as the lay diftreft:
But, ah all-conqu❜ring Love who can difarm?-
What balm can heal?-what pow'r its forrows charm?
Their tears the mark'd ;-ah ! what can tears avail?
And, fighing, thus addrefs'd her laft farewell.

By CHARLOTTE warn'd, take heed, ye virgins fair,
Of Love take heed, of flatt'ring fwains beware.
By a falfe heart, here drooping low I lie,.
By love confum'd, in bloom of youth I die.

e

Why

Why did I liften to his artful fighs?

Why heed the anguish of his ftreaming eyes?
Ah had I known, ere Pity mov'd my foul,
That Love would rage with fuch uncurb'd controul,
I'd fteel'd my bofom 'gainft the fatal dart,
Nor loft my peace, when I refign'd my heart.
Ah! happy days-when Love was yet unknown,
Roll back, ye hours!-oh! why for ever flown?
Vain with!-Love rends my heart-clouds dim my view,
Farewell, lov'd maids!-ah, fatal Love!-adieu.
She funk-fhe fell-the crimson fled-fhe figh'd,
Her eye lids clos'd-fhe bow'd her head and died.
By blooming maids, her fun'ral rites were paid,
Her graceful tomb by blooming maids was made ;
By blooming maids, her urn each year is ftrown

With flow'rs that blow where CHARLOTTE mourn'd alone,
For there the Spring its earlieft fweets unfolds,
And Autumn there its latest blooms beholds.

Oft round her grave the nymphs and fhepherds range,
To plight their loves, and mutual vows exchange:
Here flighted fwains and love-lorn damfels rove,
But Guile nor Art dare haunt the hallow'd grove.

In peace, fweet maid, for ever reft !-and long
May thy bright virtues grace the virgin's fong.
Thy hallow'd grove may Falfehood ne'er invade,
Nor Guilt e'er ftray where fleeps thy facred fhade!
O'er thy green Tomb may Virtue drop the tear,
And Beauty ftill thy graceful charms revere.
While TUMMEL flows, and RANNO's lake runs pure,
May CHARLOTTE's forrows and her name endure !

TO THE EDITOR OF MISCELLANEA PERTHENSIS.

SIR, PERMIT me to congratulate you and your readers, on the acquifition of fo refpectable a correfpondent as the EARL OF BUCHAN. The extracts his lordship has fent you from the Portfolio of his late worthy chaplain, Mr DAVID URE, (fee page 123-129,) are equally entertaining and interefting. But I cannot help expreffing some degree of furprife, that his lordship fhould have fent you a piece of fo very oppofite a nature and tendency to every thing political that he himself has published, as Mr Ure's remarks on the Borough Politics of Stirling; p. 127.

I need

I need not here write a panegyric on your noble corref pondent, or give a lift of the various publications that have iffued from his pen in favour of British conftitutional liberty. The public are well acquainted with them. His Essays on the Lives and Writings of Fletcher of Saltoun, and the Poet Thomson, would be fufficient to eternize his lordship's fame, and the juftice of his fentiments on civil government, ala though he had never written any thing elfe. But the fentiments advanced in that work, and indeed in all his other political writings, are fo very different from those advanced by his late chaplain, that I am apt to fufpect he had fent you that piece, from his confidence in Mr Ure's abilities and goodness of heart, without having once perufed it.

The whole ftrain of reasoning in the piece, Sir, fuppofing the facts ftated in it to be ftrictly true, and to have arifen from no other caufe than thofe stated by Mr Ure, is such as might have been expected, from a curate or dependent of the Bishop of Rochester, rather than from a chaplain of the Earl of Buchan. That right reverend Father, it is well known, had lately the affurance to fay in the British House of Peers, that the people have nothing to do with the laws but to obey them;?. -a fentiment for which his Grace was defervedly called to order, by the friends of the British cont ftitution on both fides of the Houfe:

Of a piece with that illiberal and unconstitutional fentiment, fit only to have been advanced in the Court of Peterfburgh, or the Divan of Conftantinople, is the whole tenor of Mr Ure's Effay on the Borough Politics of Stirling. If the reasoning advanced in that piece proves any thing, it proves too much. If " peace and profperity"-"trade and manufactures"-"improvements" and "the greatest abundance at an eafy rate"-are the immediate confequences of a privation of all political privileges, as Mr Ure has afferted, that they actually were in the borough of Stirling, and if the restoration of those privileges produced the oppofite effects, as he affirms they did, then it muft follow, that the prefervation of such privileges, in all the other cities, towns, and boroughs of Great Britain, is a real grievance, and a material injury to the public;-that the fpeedy and total abolition of them is "a confummation moft devoutly to be wifhed;"that the people of Great Britain and Ireland ought therefore immediately to petition the King, Lords, and Commons, to annihilate thefe mifchievous rights and privileges; that the Imperial Parliament could not pass a more falutary act, or one more effectual to reftore peace and plenty, than by abolishing the whole of them ;-and

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that,