MARY KERR HART. SUBSCRIBERS. Her Grace the Duchess Dowager of Richmond. Her Grace the Duchess Dowager of Newcastle. His Grace the Duke of Bedford. Mrs. Reed, Ipswich, 40 copies. Lord Reay, 40 copies. The Marchioness Dowager of Lansdowne, 8 copies. The Countess of Darnley. Miss Parnel. Miss Smith, Camer Meopham. Lady F. Cunningham. Lady Rowley. Hon. and Rev. C. Kerr, 16 copies. Captain Beauchamp Kerr, 10 copies. Lord Robert Kerr, 8 copies. Lord Arthur Lennox. A Nobleman, 10 copies. Captain Glencairn Burns. Mrs. Burns and her Sisters, 8 copies. Mrs. Kerridge, Whitton House. Miss Elrington. Mrs. Steward, Stoke Park. Mrs. Sayer, Sibton Park. Miss Fludyer. Sir Samuel Fludyer, Bart. Sir Charles Bloyce, Bart. Sir John Head, Bart. Mrs. General Gascoyne. Colonel White, 2 copies. Major Pytches, Woodbridge. Captain Wormeley, R. N. Dedham, 2 copies. Mrs. General Bothwick, Dedham. Miss Warde, Dedham. Miss Gould, Dedham. Miss Swanton, Dedham. Mrs. Miller, Dedham. Miss Harrison, Dedham. 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Miss Pytches, Felixstow. Mrs. Cobbold, Cliff, Ipswich, 2 copies. Mrs. C. Cobbold, Ipswich. Miss C. Cobbold, Ipswich. Miss J. Cobbold, Ipswich. Miss Innesses, Ipswich. Mrs. Kenedy, Ipswich. F. Hammond, Esq. Ipswich, 2 copies. Mrs. F. Hammond, 2 copies, — Smyth, Esq. Ipswich. Mrs. John King Corder, daughter of the late Professor Down, 4 copies. The Company at Aldborough, by J. Reed, Esq. Mrs. Baines, Shooter's Hill. Mrs. Edwards, Sutton, 4 copies. Master Girling. Mr. Chisnall. Miss Garrard. Miss Emma Garrard. Mr. Hill, Ballingdon, 5 copies. Mrs. Bacon, Ipswich, Dr. Field, 8 copies. Mrs. Field. Miss Field. Colonel Bence. Mrs. Denny. Miss Jones. A Lady, of the Society of Friends. Mrs. Corder, of the Society of Friends. Mr. Shewel, of the Society of Friends. Mr. Fitch. Mrs. Fitch. — Bullen, Esq. — Samson, Esq. Mrs. Wright. Mrs. Conder. I. "Storms but enliven its unfading green." NEAR where the sacred ruin weeps, And where the faithful ivy creeps, My first is found—an evergreen Which vivifies that spectral scene. 'Tis strange, that, loving haunts of gloom, It loves, too, with my next to bloom, And round that beauteous form to cling Whose breath is love!—where clustering Its green and russet mingled dyes, It calls its birth-place—Paradise! II. "The soothing power of the exalted skies That holds communion with our sympathies." BIRD. Oh! seek 'mid the shadows that moonlight flings This loveliest one of all lovely things; A spirit of purity then unseen Throws out pearl-white flowers with darker green. Thus, touches that moonlight's rich pencil blends With graces that Nature her fav'rite lends, Invest it with almost a sensitive charm, Ev'ry eye to enchant—ev'ry bosom to warm. III. "Not a plant, a leaf, a blossom, but contains a folio volume." I borrow thy prop and external Again thy black magic to use, My friend and companion diurnal— The Negro that waits on the Muse. To Law, thou giv'st life and expression; And light to Divinity's face; And Love's most impassion'd confession Thou'rt form'd in rich glowings to trace. I return thee thy prop and external, And lay down my pen and my brush, When to seasons most lovely and vernal Thou lendest a lovelier blush. IV. The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. La perce-neige blanche et blonde, elle est ma sœur, Mais orgueilleuse et hautaine est cette fleur, Elle aime toujours du jardin l'etiquette, M'appellant la rustique—la— — — J'aime moi, les vallons emaillés et doux, Les champs de la nature, tous tableaux—tous— Et j'aime de haut ecouter l'alouette; Elle chant de moi—de moi—la — — — Au grand matin, quand dorment ses autres amies, J'envois mon haleine odorante à lui; Ou, sur les collines vertes, lointaines, muettes, Ou, dans les plaines elle trouve la — — — Quoiqu'il ne soit mon teint de rose d'été, Sur chaque sein doux je trouve un oreiller; Quoique je ne sois vraiment qu'une jeune brunette, Qui dira qu'on n'aime pas la — — —? Du monde entier qui ne me connoîtra?— Qui dira que du printems je ne sois Et l'enfant cherie—et la belle jouette, La fleur d'amour—la riante — — —! V. "The various notes Of music from a thousand throats." To hail Spring's steps of infancy, Awake thy curious, playful eye, In all its laughing spells; And let thy sister, Snow-drop shy, To strains of festive minstrelsy Attune her silver bells. Let Echo send the fairy sound Through ev'ry grove and valley round, And let that key note move The soul of young and tender Spring, On Winter's breast still slumbering, To harmony and love. Then swelling shall the concert rise A full and gen'ral sacrifice From mountain, vale, and plain, While dews of tearful sympathy, Irradiating ev'ry eye, Shall mingle with the strain. VI. "Like those sweet murmurings Which balmy zephyrs, greeting bud and flower, Make in their pilgrimage from bower to bower." BIRD. Hence, gaudy, wild, plebeian thing, And bring not here thy offering To blend with garlands of the Spring: The Garden owns thee not her flower, 'Mid coarse damp grass still form thy bower, There toss thy head—and use thy power. Uncultur'd, virtueless, and gay, The grove admits thee where no ray Of fost'ring sun-shine e'er can play; In shade, in deep unwholesome shade, (The toad's retreat) thy bed is made; There laugh thy life away—and fade, Reprov'd by ev'ry passing breeze, That seeks, among the tuneful trees, To wake Eolian harmonies. "Hence, hoyden, hence! the zephyr's sigh Wastes not on thee its fragrancy, But shuns thy forward courtesy. "Hence, hoyden, hence! the zephyr's wing (The perfum'd spirit of the Spring) Saluteth not so coarse a thing. "It loves amid-sweet mountain air To rush—that startled lambkins there May bruise the thyme-beds fresh and fair. "It loves to sport through valleys gay, To steal the od'rous breath of May, And visits to the Violet pay; "To woo the Primrose, pale and shy, And call the Cowslip courtingly, To blow her horn of jubilee; "To drink from Flora's cups the dew, To ring the peal of Harebells blue, And o'er green Earth star-blossoms strew; "To shake the spider's web, and see Th' ensnarer's victim thence set free, And greet with love the 'homeward bee;' "To aid the Willow's murmuring, To rock the cradle of young Spring, And hushing lullabies to sing. "Then hence! rough winds that rage and swell May seek jaune Jaquenetta's dell, But I—I love thee not. Farewell!" VII. "Felici coloro che hanno in odio i piaceri violenti." Oh! yellow and white are the flowers that blow On the delicate sprigs that enchant me so; Let the yellow be twin'd round the archway there, But the white, be they wreath'd with Georgina's hair. There's an elegant purity blended with them, Far exceeding the rays of the diadem, And that yields a more exquisite, purer joy, Than the costly gem or the coronet toy. VIII. "Unica mia bene." When wrapp'd in eve's oblivious veil Are slumbering the ma-ny, 'Tis sweet to hear the tender wail, And wooing of the nightingale, His "Unica mia bene." 'Tis sweet to see his own lov'd flower, The flower more true than a-ny, Awake and list'ning in her bower, To serenade, at twilight hour, The "Unica mia bene." And holier smiles the gentle Moon At that fond hour than a-ny, And richer beams her hallowing boon As floats that tender song in June, The "Unica mia bene." Oh! say my lovely flower's name, It wakes, when sleep the ma-ny, It shares the Heav'n-taught Newton's fame, While nightingales its power proclaim With "Unica mia bene." IX. "As transient is the smile of fate." When smiles break out on Heaven's face, Bright smiles—too bright to last, And gild the Earth with that warm grace Which mem'ry lends the past, Th' uplifted eye a name may trace For this my humble theme, A moment yet may mark its place, And glory in its beam. But ere another moment's birth, An "alter'd look" Heav'n wears, And eyes uplifted turn to Earth, To Earth o'erwhelm'd in tears. Then fresh and fair my lovely theme See smiling in its bower, 'Tis Heaven's coroneted dream, 'Tis Earth's most simple flower! X. "Now let me sit beneath the whitening thorn, And watch, sweet Spring, thy fair unfolding charms." MRS. BARBAULD. Cerulean and roseate hues combine To give my fair theme its complexion, Ah! hues of the Vi'let and Eglantine Are blended to yield it perfection; But interests dearer than colours bring Are claim'd by this herald of gladness, It blossoms to hail the young steps of Spring, Chasing Winter's last tear of sadness. XI. "Our country—our country, bright pearl of the waters, Fill the wine cup! the pledge be—her sons and her daughters; Oh! deep may our bosoms with ecstasy glow, 'Tis a pledge to the bravest—the fairest below." BIRD. My first bore Nelson to the tomb, Where laurels never cease to bloom; My next that hero died to save, His blood enrich'd the swelling wave; My whole, his emblem you will find, Which, dying, leaves perfume behind! XII. " 'Tis through the mist of falling tears We catch the clearest glimpse of Heaven." What, fondly on Earth's bosom press'd, Almost declares a place of rest That treach'rous bosom—and a bed Where Innocence might lay its head, And rest as in Elysium? No— As soon a substance seek in snow! The "soul of perfume" hov'ring there, Commingling with the ambient air, May creep into the slumb'rer's dream, And nectarize life's tasteless stream, And form with wreathlets of my flower An Eden—an ambrosial bower— But wake the dreamer from his sleep, He wakes to weep—he wakes to weep! Time, like the bee, upon his wing, Brings honey not save with the sting; And joy not born of sorrow's sigh, Is thine, alone, Eternity! Then seek, oh! seek no halcyon rest On Earth, though fragrant be her breast; Or, would'st thou taste of Heaven here, First purchase it with sorrow's tear, And water it with many more, As shower-tears nurse April's flow'r; And if th' exotic thou canst rear, Still—watch and nurse it with a tear! Our clime is rude—and Earth's cold breast No pillow yields for such a guest! XIII. "We nowhere find happiness, or everywhere." Ah—qu'elle est joyeuse, qu'elle est gaie, Cette brunette jolie à vos pieds; En robe de velours,* et jupe de soie, Quel est son nom? O, dites le moi! Attachée à la royauté On trouve toujours cette jeune beauté, Fidelle par-tout, cette humble fleur S'appelle repos—repos du cœur!

Velours pronounced as v'lours, the e being mute.