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Belor'd Companion of the fairest hours
That rose for her in Joy's resplendent bow'rs,
How gaily hone on thy bright morn of Youth
The Star of Pleasure, and the Sun of Truth !
Full from their source descended on thy mind
Each gen'rous virtue and each taste refin'd;
Young Geuius led thee to his varied fane,
Bade thee * alk all his gifts, nor ask in vain;
Hence novel thoughts, in ev'ry luftre drett
Of pointed Wit, iiiat diamond of the breast;
Hence glow'd thy fancy with poetic ray,
Hence music warbled in thy sprightly lay ;
And hence thy pencil, with his colours warm,
Caught ev'ry grace, and copied ev'ry charm
Whole tranfient glories beain on Beauty's check,
And bid thy glowing Ivory breative and speak.

Bleft pencil ! 'by kind Fate ordain’d to save
Honora's femblance from her + early grave.
Oh! while on I Julia's arm it sweetly smiles,
And cach lorn thought, each long regret beguiles,
Fondly flie weeps the hand which form'd the spell,
Now shroudiefs mould'ring in its earthy cell !

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* All kis gifts. Mr. Andre had confpicuous talents for Poety, Mulic, and Painting. The News-papers mention', a satiric poem

the Americans, which was fuppos'd to have ftimulated their barbarity towards lim.

Early grave.-Mifs Honora S-- to whom Mr. Audre's attachment was of such fingular constancy, died in a consumption a few months before he suffer’s death at Tappa. She had married another Gentleman four years after her engagement with Mr. Andre had been dissolv'd by parental authoriiy. I Julia's arid.

.--Mr. dudre drew two miniature pictures of Miss Honora S.

on his first acquaintance with her at Buxton, in the Year 1760), one for himself, the vther for the Author of his poem.

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But sure the Youth, whofe ill-ftarrid paflion ftrore With all the pangs of inauspicious Love, Full oft' deplor'd the fatal art that stole The jocunu freedom of its Mailer’s fuul !

While with nice hand he mark'd the living grace And matchless sweetness of Honora's face, Th' enamour'd Youth the faithful traces blest; That barb'd the dart of Beauty in his breast; Around his neck th' enchanting Portrait hung, While a warm vow burst ardent from his tongue, That from his bosom no succecding day, No chance thould bear that talisman away.

'I'was thus * Apelles baik'd in Beaаty's blaze, And felt the mischief of the iteadfast gaze; Trac'd with disorder'd hand Campaspe's charms, And as their beams the kindling Canvas warms, Triumphant Love, with ftili superior art, Engraves their wonders on the Painter's heart.

Dear loit Companion ! ever constant Youth ! That Fatc had smild on thy unequal'd truth! Nor bound th' ensanguin'd laurel on that brow Where Love ordain à his brightest wreathe to glow! Then Peace had led thee to her softest bow'rs, And Hymen strew'd thy path with all his flow'rs; Drawn to the roof, by Friendship’s tilver cord, Each social Joy had brighten'd at thy board; Science and foft afection's blended rays Had fhone unclouded on thy lengthen d days ; From hour, to hour, thy taite, with conscious pride, Had mark'd new talents in thy lovely Bride ;

* 'Twas tius Apelles.--Prior is very Jegant upon this circumitance in an Ode to liis Friend Mr. Howard the Painter.

Till thou hadft own'd the magic of her face
Thy fair Honora's leaft engaging grace.
Dear lolt Honora ! o'er tly early bier
The Muse still sheds her ever sacred tear!
The bluhing rofe-bụd 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 such Pairs their kindred Spirit find,
When Sense and Virtue deck each spotless Mind,
Hard is the doom that shall 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 defpair ;
For Pow'r Parental sternly law, and strove
To tear the lilly-bands of plighted Love;
Nor îrove in vain ; but while the Fair One's fighs
Disperse, like April-forma in funny skies,
The firmer Lover, with unswerving truth,
To his first passion confecrates his Youth ;
Tho' four long years a night of absence prove,
Yet Hope's soft Star shone trembling on his Love;
Till * busy Rumour chas'd each pleasing dream
And quench'd the radiance of the filver beam.

“ Honora loft !--my happy Rival's Bride! u Swell

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full fails! and roll thou mighty tide ! 66 O'er the dark waves forsaken Andre bear “ Amid the vollying thunders of the War ! " To win bright Glory from my Country's Foes, “ Ey’n in this ice of Love, my bosom glows.

* Busy Rumour. The tidings of Honora's Marriage, Upon that event Mr. Andre quitted his Profession as a Merchant and join’d our Army in America.

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Voluptuous LONDON! where thy turrets blaze, 6. Their hundred thrones the frolic Pleasures raise ; “ Bid proud Experice Sabean odours bring, " Norak ber roles of the tardy Spring; " Where Music Hoats the gliti’ring roofs among, “ And with meand'ring cadence swells the Song; Where Painting burng the Grecian Meed to claiin, Fro.n 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 strain infpires,

And fuils the Grecian Harps, the Latian Lyres.

Ye soft'ning Luxuries! ye polith's Arts ! “ Bend your enfeebling rays on tranquil hearts ! " I quit the Song, the Pencil, and the Lyre, " White robes of Peace; and Measures soft attire, " To seize the Sword, to mount the rapid Car, “ 1:1 all the proud habiliments of War." Honora loit! I woo a fterner Bride, “ The arm’d. Bellona calls me to her side " Harlh is the music of our marriage strain ! " It breathes in thunder from the western plain! “ Wide o'er the watry world its echos rull, 66 And rouse each latent ardor of my Soul. " And tho' unlike the soft melodious lay, “ That 'gaily wak'd Honora's nuptial day, Its deeper tenes shall whisper, e'er they cease, “ More genuine transport, and more lasting peace!

"Rosulv'd I go! ncr from that fatal bourn « To there

gay scenes thall.sndre's steps return ! “ Set is the lar of Love, that ought to guide “ His.re Muerat-Bark acre's the-mighty l'ide!“ But while my country's fces, with impious hand Hurl o'er the lühijeet plairs the livid brand " Of dire Sedition ich ! let.Fleav'n ordain " While Audre lives, he may not live in vair: !

" Yet without one kind farewell, cou'd I roam Far from iny vecpimag Friends, my peaceful home,

The beit afections of my heari mul ceart, *. And gratitude be left, with hope, and peace.!

My lovely Sitters ! who were wont to twine
Your Souls soft feelings with each will of mine,

Shall, when this breal lcats high at Glory's call, ". From your mild.cyes the how's of Sorrow fall?• The light of Excellence, thit round you glows, • Decks with relected b. a na your Brother o brows! 6. Oh! may his Fame, iu fume diftinguith d day

Pour on that Excellence the brightcit ray!

« Dim clouds of Woe! ye veil each fprightly grace “ That uo'd to sparkle in: Maria's fuce: " My * tuneful Anna to her lute complains, " Bút Griefs (fund throbs ariest the parting ftrains." Fair, as the filver bloilom on the thorn, “ Soft .as the spirit of the vernal morn, • Louisa, chafe.thofe trembling fears, that prove “ Th' ungovernd terrors of a Sifter's love.

They bend thy sweet head, like you lucid flow?r, Th!: shrinks aird fades beneath the Suniner's show'r.

“ O': ! finile my Sisters, of this detind day, 66 And with the radiant omeni gild my way! " And thou, my Brother, gentle as the gale, “ Whofe breath perfumes anew tłte blblivio'd vale, “ Yet quick of Spirit, as th' electric beam, " When from the clouds its darting lightnings stream,

Soothe with incesfiint care our Mother's woes, « Aud hush her anxious fighs tu fost repose.

* Tuneful Anna-Mifs Anna Andre has a poetica! talent.

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