He died on the 15th of Dec. 1796, at Presque-Isle, of an acute disease, in the ser,vice of his country.

FOR THE POLYANTHOS,

CONTEMPLATOR....No. 4.

The Sabbath-continued from page 181. THE author proceeds to the description of objects which present themselves on the sabbath eve,

when low the sun

Slants through the upland copse..

He observes that disinterested virtuous conduct is to be found chiefly in the lower walks of life.

Look not for virtuous deeds

In history's arena, where the prize

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Of fame or power prompts to heroick acts.
Peruse the lives themselves of men obscure :-

There charity, that robs itself to give,

There fortitude in sickness nurs'd by want,
There courage that expects no tongue to praise,
There virtue lurks, like purest gold deep hid,
With no alloy of selfish motive mix'd.

He recommends the rich to devote a portion of the sabbath day to the duty of visiting and consoling the sick. The invocation to health and musick, is a fine passage

O Health! thou sun of life, without whose beam The fairest scenes of nature seem involv'd

In darkness, shine upon my dreary path Once more; or, with thy faintest dawn, give hope

That I may yet enjoy the vital ray !

Though transient be the hope, 'twill be most

sweet,

Like midnight musick, stealing on the ear, Then gliding past, and dying slow away. Musick! thou soothing power, thy charm is prov'd,

Most vividly when clouds o'ercast the soul,→→
So light displays its loveliest effect

In low'ring skies, when thro' the murky rack
A slanting sunbeam shoots, and instant limns
Th' ethereal curve of seven harmonious dyes,
Eliciting a splendour from the gloom :
O Musick! still vouchsafe to tranquillize
This breast perturb'd; thy voice, tho' mourn
ful, soothes;

And mournful ay are thy most beauteous lays,
Like fall of blossoms from the orchard boughs→
The autumn of the spring.

The Poem concludes with the following beautiful lines

He who faid to Lazarus, Come forth,
Will, when the Sabbath of the tomb is past,
Call forth the dead, and re-unite the dust
(Transform'd and purified) to angel souls.
Extatick hope! belief! conviction firm!

How grateful 'tis to recollect the time.
When hope arose to faith! Faintly at first
The heavenly voice is heard then by degrees
Its musick sounds perpetual in the heart.
Thus he, who all the gloomy winter long
Has dwelt in city-crowds, wandering a field
Betimes on Sabbath morn, ere yet the spring
Unfolds the daisy's bud, delighted hears
The first lark's note, faint yet, and short the
song,

Check'd by the chill ungenial northern breeze;
But, as the sun ascends, another springs,
And still another soars on loftier wing,
Till all o'erhead, the joyous choir unseen,
Pois'd welkin-high, harmonious fills the air,
As if it were a link 'tween earth and heaven.

Four short poems are added to the volume, entitled Sabbath Walks, bearing the names of the Four Seasons. As we have room for but one more extract, we take the concluding paragraph of the Winter Sabbath Walk:

"But let me now explore the deep-sunk dell. No foot-print, save the covey's or the flock's, Is seen along the rill, where marshy springs Still rear the glassy blade of vivid green. Beware, ye shepherds, of these treacherous haunts,

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Nor linger there too long: the wintry day. Soon closes; and full oft a heavier fall,

Heap'd by the blast, fills up the shelter'd glen,

While, gurgling deep below, the buried rill, Mines for itself a snow-cov'd way! O, then, Your helpless charge drive from the tempting spot,

And keep them on the bleak hill's stormy side Where night-winds sweep the gathering drifts

away:

-So the great Shepherd leads the heavenly
flock

From faithless pleasures, full into the storms
Of life, where long they bear the bitter blast,
Until at length the vernal sun looks forth,
Bedimm'd with showers: then to the pastures
green

He brings them, where the quiet waters glide,
The stream of life, the Shiloah of the soul.

FOR THE POLYANTHOS.

AMORVIN: A TALE.

ZADOR was the favorite of the Sultan, and the idol of the people; crowds of sycophants had vied with each other in their flatteries, and not one man of truth had said to Zador "Power is precarious, and death certain ; awake then from the intoxication of the first; be truly wise, and prepare for the last." The thunder-bolt fell, at last, on the head of the unfortunate. The Sultan, misled by the suggestions of envy, commands an officer to bring him the head of Zador; but Zador

escaped, leaving all his treasure behind, except the richest, his only son. In the valley of Arratt he found repose; there, far from the splendour of ambition, the poison of flattery, and the hurry of business, his mind received, with transport, the irradiations of truth, and his heart returned to its original rectitude. There, while he surveyed the rustick labourers, leading their flocks to pasture, or gathering the fruits of autumn, he taught his son to bow with gratitude to the power, whose mercies are infinite as his works are glorious. Behold, my son,” would he say, "behold this peaceful valley; the earth, rich and fruitful, courts the hand of industry. Behold the peasants, strong with toil, and cheerful in innocence; they rise, in the morning, light and gay, to their labour, and at night, lie down to sweet repose, unknown to the palaces of kings. There, care strews the silken couch with thorns; sensuality poisons the sparkling cup; mad ambition tortures the soul; and the minion of luxury, goaded by conscience, and harassed by fear, seeks repose on silk and down in vain, while pleasure eludes his grasp. My son, be wise by thy father's experience, and let these mountains be the boundaries of the world to thee: let no pleasure seduce thee to stray beyond their limits. In this valley are peace, innocence and plenty; be lieve thy father; the earth contains nothing more nearly allied to happiness." The an