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" And be ye fure, when distant far I stray
"Oh! graceful Priettess at the fane of Truth, “ Friend of my Soul ! and guardian of my
Youth ! " Skill'd to convert the duty to the choice,
My gentle Mother! in whose melting voice " The virtuous précept, that perpetual How'd,
With Matic warbled, and with Beanty glow'd,
Thy tears !-ah Hear'n! -not drops of molten lead, “ Pour'd on thy hapless Son's devoted head, " With keener smart had each sensation toro !
They wake the nerve where agonies are born! " But Oh! restrain me not! thy tender itrife, " What wou'd it save ?-alag! thy Andre's life ! “Oh! what a weary pilgrimage 'twill prove : • Sirew'd with the thorns of disappointed Love!: " Ne'er can he break the charm, whose fond controul, “ By habit rooted, lords it'o'er his soul, " If here he languish in inglorious ease, " Where Science pulls, and Plcasures cease to please. .. 'Tis Glory only, with her potent ray, " Can chace the clouds that darken all his way. • Then dry those pearly drops, that wildly flow, " Nor snatch the laurel from my youthful brow ! 66 The Rebel Standard blazes to the noon ! " And Glory's path is bright before thy Son!
Last .dear record." I have a Mother, and three “ Sisters, to whom the value of my commission wou'd • be an object, as the loss of Grenada has much af. fected their income. It is needless to be more explicit on this subject, I know your Exceilency's goodness."
-See Major Andre's lait letter to General Clinton, publish'd in the Gazette.
6. Then join thy voice and thou with Heav'n ordain • While Andre lives, he may not live in vain!
He says! --and sighing fueks the busy flrand
So on his present hour rude passion preys ! So smooth the prospect of his future days! Unconscious of the Storm, that grimly Deeps, To wreck its fury on th' unshelter'd Deeps!
Now yielding waves divide before the prow; The white fails bend, the streaming pennants glow; And swiftly waft him to the western plain, Where fierce Bellona rages o'er the slain.
Firm in their strength opposing Ligions land,
Foremost in all the horrors of the day, Impetuous* Andre leads the glorious way;
Impetuous Andre. - It is in this passage only that fiation has beca employ'd thru the narrative of the
Till, raíhlybold, by numbers forc'd to yield,
Silent, unmov'd the gallant Youth survey'd
What tho' Honora's voice no more sball charm! " No more her beamy smile my bosom warm ! “ Yet from these eyes shall Force forever tear “ Tlie sacred Image of that Form fo dear? “ Shade * of my love! tho'mute and cold thy charms, “ Ne'er halt thou blest my happy Rival's arms !
“ To my fad heart each Dawn has seen thee prest! “ Each Night bas laid thee pillow'd on my breaft!
poem. Mr. Andre was a prisoner in America, foon after his arrival there, but the Author is unacquainted with the circumitances of the action in which he was taken.
* Shade of my Love. The miniature of Honora. A Letter from Major Andre to one of his Friends, written a few years ago, contain'd the following fentence. " I have been taken prisoner by the Americans aud itript of every thing except the picture of Honora, which I' concealed in my mouth. Preserving that, I yet think myself fortunate."
" Force shall not tear thee from thy faithful shrine
" 'Tis six'd !--these lips Ahall resolute inclose
Intrepid * Portia and her burning coal !
While these fad thoughts in swift succession fire
Now many a Moon in her pale course had shed,
** Brutus.] Impatient of my absence, “ And grieved that young O&avius, with
"Mark Anthony - Had made themselves so trong, she grew
" CASSIUS.] And dy'd fo?
See Shakespear's Play of Julius Cæfar, Activ. Scene iv.
Again the Hero joins the ardent Train
The Chief no virtue views with cold regard, Skill'd to discern, and generous to reward ; Each tow'ring hope hix honor'd smiles impart, As near his Person, and more, hear his beart The grateful Youth' he draws,--and round his brow Bids Rank and Power their miragled brilliance throw.
Oh! halt thou seen a blooming Morn of May
Thus lower'd the deathful cloud amid the blaze Of Andre's Destiny; and queuch'd its rays !