Belov'd Companion of the fairest hours
That rofe for her in Joy's refplendent bow'rs,
How gaily one on thy bright morn of Youth
The Star of Pleasure, and the Sun of Truth!
Full from their fource defcended on thy mind
Each gen'rous virtue and each tafte refin'd;
Young Genius led thee to his varied fane,
Bade thee* afk all his gifts, nor ask in vain;
Hence novel thoughts, in ev'ry luftre dreft
Of pointed Wit, that diamond of the breaft;
Hence glow'd thy fancy with poetic ray,
Hence mufic warbled in thy fprightly lay;
And hence thy pencil, with his colours warm,
Caught ev'ry grace, and copied ev'ry charm
Whofe tranfient glories beain on Beauty's cheek,
And bid thy glowing Ivory breathe and fpeak.
Bleft pencil! by kind Fate ordain'd to fave
Honora's femblance from her † early grave.
Oh! while on Julia's arm it fweetly fmiles,
And each lorn thought, each long regret beguiles,
Fondly fhe weeps the hand which form'd the fpell,
Now fhroudlefs mould'ring in its earthy cell!

* All his gifts.—Mr. Andre had confpicuous talents for Pocty, Mufic, and Painting. The News-papers mention'd a fatiric poem of his upon the Americans, which was fuppos'd to have flimulated their barbarity towards

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Early grave.-Mifs Honora S to whom Mr. Andre's attachment was of fuch fingular conftancy, died in a confumption a few months before he fuffer'd death at Tappan. She had married another Gentleman four years after her engagement with Mr. Andre had been diffolv'd by parental Authority

Julia's arm.-Mr. Andre drew two miuiature pictures of Mifs Honora S on his firft acquaintance with her at Buxton, in the Year 1769, one for himself, the other for the Author of this poem.

But fure the Youth, whofe ill-ftarr'd paffion ftrove
With all the pangs of inaufpicious Love,
Full oft' deplor'd the fatal art that stole
The jocund freedom of its Maller's fɔul !

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While with nice hand he mark'd the living grace
And matchlefs fweetness of Honora's face,
Th' enamour'd Youth the faithful traces bleft
That barb'd the dart of Beauty in his breaft;
Around his neck th' enchanting Portrait hung,
While a warm vow burft ardent from his tongue,
That from his bofom no fuccecding day,
No chance fhould bear that talifman away.

'Twas thus Apelles bask'd in Beauty's blaze, ́
And felt the mischief of the teadfast gaze;
Trac'd with diforder'd hand Campafpe's charms,
And as their beams the kindling Canvas warms,
Triumphant Love, with ftili fuperior art,
Engraves their wonders on the Painter's heart.

Dear loft Companion! ever conftant Youth!
That Fate had fmil'd on thy unequal'd truth!
Nor bound th' enfanguin'd laurel on that brow
Where Love ordain'd his brighteft wreathe to glow!
Then Peace had led thee to her foftest bow'rs,
And Hymen ftrew'd thy path with all his flow'rs;`
Drawn to the roof, by Friendship's filver cord,
Each focial Joy had brighten'd at thy board;
Science and foft affection's blended rays
Had fhone unclouded on thy lengthen d days;
From hour, to hour, thy tafte, with confcious pride,
Had mark'd new talents in thy lovely Bride;

*Twas thus Apelles.-Prior is very clegant upon this circumftance in an Ode to his Friend Mr. Howard the Painter.

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Till thou badft own'd the magic of her face
Thy fair Honora's leaft engaging grace.
Dear loft Honora! o'er thy early bier
The Mufe ftill fheds her ever facred tear!
The blushing rofe-bud in its vernal bed,
By Zephyrs fan'd and murm'ring fountains fed,
In June's gay morn that scents the ambient air,
Was not more sweet, more innocent, or fair,
Oh! when fuch Pairs their kindred Spirit find,
When Sense and Virtue deck each fpotlefs Mind,

Hard is the doom that fhall the union break,

And Fate's dark pinion hovers o'er the wreck.

Now Prudence in her cold and thrifty care,
Frown'd on the Maid, and bad the Youth despair;
For Pow'r Parental fternly faw, and ftrove
To tear the lilly-bands of plighted Love;
Nor trove in vain; but while the Fair One's fighs
Difperfe, like April-ftorms in funny skies,
The firmer Lover, with unfwerving truth,
To his firft paffion confecrates his Youth;
Tho' four long years a night of abfence prove,
Yet Hope's foft Star fhone trembling on his Love;
Till bufy Rumour chas'd each pleafing dream
And quench'd the radiance of the filver beam.

"Honora loft!--my happy Rival's Bride!
"Swell ye full fails! and roll thou mighty tide!

"O'er the dark waves forfaken Andre bear
"Amid the vollying thunders of the War!
"To win bright Glory from my Country's Foes,
"Ev'n in this ice of Love, my bofom glows.

* Bufy Rumour.-The tidings of Honora's Marriage. Upon that event Mr. Andre quitted his Profeffion as a Merchant and join'd our Army in America.

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Voluptuous LONDON! where thy turrets blaze, “Their hundred thrones the frolic Pleasures raise ; "Bid proud Expence Sabean odours bring, Nor afk her roles of the tardy Spring;

"Where Mulic floats the glitt'ring roofs among, "And with meand'ring cadence fwells the Song; "Where Painting burns the Grecian Meed to claim, "From the high temple of immortal Fame, "Bears to the radiant Goal, with ardent pace, "Her Kaufman's beauty, and her Reynold's grace; "Where Sun-clad Poetry the ftrain infpires,

And foils the Grecian Harps, the Latian Lyres.

"Ye foft'ning Luxuries! ye polifh'd Arts! "Bend your enfeebling rays on tranquil hearts! "I quit the Song, the Pencil, and the Lyre, "White robes of Peace, and Pleafures foft attire, "To feize the Sword to mount the rapid Car, "In all the proud habiliments of War."Honora lot! I woo a fterner Bride, "The arm'd Bellona calls me to her fide; "Harth is the mufic of our marriage ftrafn! "It breathes in thunder from the western plain! "Wide o'er the watry world its echos roll, "And roufe each latent ardor of my Soul. "And tho' unlike the foft melodious lay, "That gaily wak'd Honora's nuptial day, "Its deeper tenes fhall whifper, e'er they ceafe, "More genuine tranfport, and more lafting peace!

"Refulv'd I go! nor from that fatal bourn "To thefe gay fcenes fhall Andre's steps return! "Set is the tar of Love, that ought to guide "His refurent Bark across the mighty Tide!— "But while my Country's Foes, with impious hand "Hurl o'er the fubject plains the livid brand "Of dire Sedition Chlet Heav'n.ordain "While Andre lives, he may not live in vain!

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Yet without one kind farewell, cou'd I roam
Far from my weeping Friends, my peaceful home,
The belt affections of my heart raud ceafe,
And gratitude be left, with hope, and peace!

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My lovely Sifters! who were wont to twine Your Souls foft feelings with each wish of mine, Shall, when this breaft beats high at Glory's call, From your mild eyes the how'rs of Sorrow fall ?— The light of Excellence, that round you glows, Decks with relected bans your Brother's brows! Oh! may his Fame, in fome diftinguith d day Pour on that Excellence the brightest ray !.

"Dim clouds of Woe! ye veil each fprightly grace "That us'd to fparkle in Maria's face.

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My. tuneful Anna to her lute complains,

But Griefs fond throbs arrest the parting ftrains."Fair, as the filver bloffom on the thorn,

Soft as the fpirit of the vernal morn,

Louifa, chafe,thofe trembling fears, that prove "Th' ungovern'd terrors of a Sifter's love. They bend thy fweet head, like you lucid flow'r, "That fhrinks and fades beneath the Summer's fhow'r.

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Oh! fimile my Sifters, on this deftin'd' day, And with the radiant omen gild my way!"And thou, my Brother, gentle as the gale, Whofe breath perfumes anew the bluffon'd vale, "Yet quick of Spirit, as th' electric beam, "When from the clouds its darting lightnings fream, Soothe with inceffant care our Mother's woes, "And hush her anxious fighs to foft repofe.

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Tuneful Anna-Mifs Anna Andre has a poetical

talent.