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TO HIS

BONAPARTE'S SACRIFICE

OF PARIS, IN (AS NEARLY AS TRANSLATION WILL ALLOW) HIS OWN WORDS, AT THE

GOOD

PEOPLE

NUPTIAL ALTAR.

[From the Bath Herald.]
OUR
UR Royal Self we here to France

Devote, her glory to enhance,
And banish her alarms;
We spuru our darling Demirep, see,
Avd brave a fit of catalepsy.

In this young Virgin's arms."
April 14, 1810.

W. Le

A TRANSLATION OF AN IRISH SONNET.

BY JAMES STUART.

[From the British Press, May 14, 1810.) ARISE, O my Love! near yon dew-spangled bower,

That waves its green boughs in the soft-sighing gales The king of day breaks on the hawthorn's white flower, That hangs on the brow of the wood-cinctur'd vale.

From

VOL. XV.

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