the production of a poet, it is not so remarkable as this, which. was the product of a mind in sleep, beyond and totally different from any thing it ever attempted in waking hours.

CHEYNEY'S SONG.

Cheerful Spirits here we'll stay.
And guard against despotic sway,
Although a num'rous frightful fleet
The ocean groans beneath their weight,
The drums and guns they roar so loud
T' appease the vengeance of their Lord,
Yet America will be free,

Yet America will be free.

The European powers their aid afford,
And demons crowd their council board,
Yet innocent blood will raise its cries,
And pierce the yielding rending skies,
Then mercy will her aid afford,
And will confound their council board.

Then America will be free,
Then America will be free.

The ruffians return in vile disgrace,
Shame and confusion near each face,
And when before their lord they come,

They are struck with disappointment dumb,
Begone ye scoundrel paltry knaves,

You yourselves are the greater slaves.

Since America will be free,
Since America will be free.

T. V. M.

THE OLD STOVE AGAIN.

MR. EDITOR,-I am really much obliged to you for giving us that pleasant little piece on the Old Stove in the Capitol, in your last number, written by your lively correspondent, G. A. M. (whom I think I know by his style,) and which has stirred me up to add a few words upon it myself. For I remember well that curious piece of antiquity, as it used to stand in the Hall of the House of Delegates, in the year 1830-1, when I happened to be a member of that honorable body; and I recollect how I used to admire those fine and fanciful figures upon it which your correspondent describes, and more particularly the royal Coat of Arms of Virginia, with its inspiring motto, "En Dat Virginia Quartam."

But then that false Latin in the last syllable of the last word-how it moved my bile! For the old motto, you know, before the Union, was "En Dat Virginia Quintum," (agreeing with regnum understood,) and there were the four crowns for the four kingdoms, England, Scotland, Ireland, and France, to explain it; and though it was proper, of course, to change it after the Union, it is clear that the "Quintum" ought to have been changed to Quartum, and not to Quartam." This, to be sure, is a small matter to most persons, but I must wonder how your correspondent, who is a fine classical scholar, as well as something of an antiquary, could have overlooked, as he has done, this offence against all humanity. But perhaps it was only his more refined humanity, in a different sense, that made him overlook it now when the poor Stove is in something like disgrace.

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For alas! it is no longer allowed, it seems, to adorn that Hall where it used to stand when I first knew it, and where I was always glad to see it—and to feel it too-sending forth its genial heat to cheer the house, and kindle up the finer ardors, not indeed of Patrick Henry and Richard Henry Lee, who had gone off the stage long before, but of such men as Benjamin Watkins Leigh, and Richard Morris, of Hanover, and James Barbour, of Orange, and some others, who were fine fellows too,

as far

as moderns might be," (as Homer has it,) though some of them also have since left us for another scene.

But the Old Stove, I must confess, had one fault, which, however, I believe it could not help-and that is, it would draw that little cluster of members about it, who would talk a little too loud-and then came the awful glances of Mr. Speaker Banks, who looked daggers" at them, (though, of course, he used none,) and, by and by, we were sure to hear his solemn and sonorous" Or-der Gentle-men"-which stopped the talking for a moment, and perhaps sent off the culprits to their seats.

But this fault gave a handle to the Progressives who hated it in their hearts for its antiquity, and were ready to vote it behind the age, and out of fashion; and some years afterwards, when they undertook to improve the Hall, according to their own fancy, they expelled the poor Stove from the House, and sent it out into the lobby where it now stands, like Q in the corner; and for the greater part of the year "solitary and alone;"-for though, as your correspondent says, it is "near Houdon's noble statue of the Father of his Country," that, though formed by a Frenchman, has evidently turned his back upon it, and fairly left it to itself.

But still it bears its age and adversity bravely, and when winter comes round, and brings back the General Assembly to the Capitol, it kindles up again, as with some remembrance of its former office, and sparkles out, every now and then, (as I have seen it myself on one or two occasions,) with something like its former vivacity; for "even in its ashes live its wonted fires." And still it draws a little circle around it, of "loyterers," and cake-women, who seem to love it; and it even appears to relish and enjoy the jests and nuts that are cracked about it, as of old time; and is almost "itself again." Well, let it go on to serve the State as well as it can, and as long as it lasts, and when it is fairly worn out, and falls to pieces, let some zealous antiquary guard its relics, and some gentle poet sing its praise.

A QUONDAM DELEGATE.

LINES TO MISS B

AFTER HER RETURN TO VIRGINIA.

[To make these Lines more distinctly intelligible, it must be premised that they were written on reading the following copy of verses, written by S. T. Coleridge, in the Album of Miss B, daughter of the Hon. James Barbour, of Orange, when she was in London, some years ago, with her father, then the minister of the United States at the court of St. James, and when she was about to return with him to this country.

Child of my Muse! in Barbour's gentle hand,

Go cross the main, thou seek'st no foreign land :
'Tis not the clod beneath our feet we name

Our country.

Each heaven-sanctioned tie the same,
Laws, manners, language, faith, ancestral blood,
Domestic honor, awe of womanhood ;-
With kindling pride thou wilt rejoice to see
Britain with elbow-room and doubly free.
Go seek thy countrymen! and if one scar
Still linger of that fratricidal war,

Look to the maid who brings thee from afar;
Be thou the olive leaf and she the dove,
And say, I greet thee with a brother's love!

Grove, Highgate, Aug. 1829.

S. T. COLERidge.

We may add that the generous spirit of this little effusion must be felt, we should think, and cordially reciprocated by all the descendants of the mother country in our State; as it was, most certainly, by the gentleman who wrote the following Lines.]

Yes, we will greet thee as the gentle dove
That brings the olive leaf of peace and love';
For thou art come from off the stormy sea,
To our brave ark of safety for the free;
And thou art come, e'en dearer than before,
To stay and rest with us for evermore.
So we salute thee :-and we thank the bard
For this fond token of his true regard,

And warmly echo from our inmost hearts,
The words of friendship that his Muse imparts;
For thou canst tell him that no "scar" remains
Of "fratricidal war," or former chains;
But conscious of the stock from which we sprung,
Our common ancestry, and common tongue,
Law, learning, arts, and arms, and enterprise;
Majestic manhood, woman's purest ties,
And Faith that lifts our nature to the skies;
We own the land that gave our fathers birth,
The freest, noblest monarchy on earth.
Long may she live and wear her jewelled crown,
In radiant glory, with deserved renown;
And, looking o'er the broad Atlantic tide,
Confess with all a generous mother's pride,
Her sons and daughters in our ampler sphere,
Have found a new and better Britain here.

Norfolk.

A CURE FOR CARE.

The following lines illustrating a deep metaphysical truth, and conveying a good moral lesson, in a fine poetical figure, are very beautiful to

our taste.

"Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief?

Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold?
Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding grief?
Pour blessings round thee like a shower of gold.
'Tis when the rose is wrapt in many a fold,
Close to its heart the worm is wasting there
Its life and beauty: not when all unrolled,
Leaf after leaf, its bosom rich and fair,

Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air."