ΤΟ SIR WILLIAM ELFORD, BART. HAVE you not mark'd, when sudden clouds arise, Fly o'er the plain, and seek th' embowering glade; Pour her mild notes of gratitude and love? So, shrinking from the critic frown, I flew On trembling wing to Genius and to you; Proud with your wreath my Indian flower to blend, ELFORD, far prouder thus to hail you Friend! MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, BERTRAM HOUSE, March, 1811. Advertisement. THE following Poem is founded on a recent discovery, by an American vessel, of a small English colony, established by some of the mutineers of the Bounty, in one of the numerous islands of the South Seas.-In detailing an event, still remembered with anguish by those, who shared the sufferings of Captain Bligh, as well as by the friends and relations of the unfortunate persons, who occasioned those sufferings, it was difficult so to write, as to avoid on the one hand the charge of palliating a most fatal conspiracy, and, on the other, an imputation far more dreaded by the Author!-of irritating the feelings of a highly respectable family, and tearing open the scarcely healed wounds of kindred affection. Irresistibly attracted by the character of the gallant and amiable Christian, she yet distrusted the partiality, which might have led her to extenuate his crime; and if she has erred, it has been on the side of authority. "Fitzallan's Narrative," romantic and improbable as it appears, is entirely founded on facts; the authentic document, from which it is taken, is inserted in one of the notes to the third Canto. For many interesting particulars respecting the present situation of this infant colony she is indebted to the kindness of a |