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hero; a handsome man, although time « such fons." had worn many a furrow on his broad The old man bowed; a Sir king brow į vigorous and unbent, althou 'n « said he, an hundred years and more the weight of an hundred laborious years 6 have I lived; many a brave man have lay on his neck. At this fight the hearts "I seen at his nurses bofor ; and of king Arthur and of his knights glow. 66 many a gallant knight have I helped ed with veneration; they thronged a to lay in his grave. Siill there are round the knight, took him by the hand, « not wanting valiant knights and virand fixed their respectful cyes on his “ tuous ladies to reward them with the countenance, like children that sec again meed of love. But men fuch as were their old father after a long ablece. . “ in my times thall I never see again.

“ My name is Branor, said the old “ Men of such undaunted courage, of " knight ; Branor the brown. Your fa “ such manly sense, so inflexible in ho. " ther, king Arthur, the valiant Uther « nour, in justice, and in truth; so pa« Pandragon, was but a child, and “ triotic, lo firm in friendihip, with # dragged his little wooden horle thro' “ fuch noble countenances, and such “ the court of the castle, when Branor " generous hearts, without falfenood « had already rode over hills and throw or deceit, like the king Meliadus, and “ vaileys in search of adventures. These “ Hector the brown, and Danayn the " moss-covered oaks I remember no « red, and Gyron the courteous. -No, " higher than my lance. Your father, " by my good sword, such men all I * king Arthur, was my good lord and « never see again, “ friend; many a tilt we have had to Here his voice failing the venerable * gether, and many a spear, both in jest old man, he thoughtfully reclined his & and earnest, have we broken. Bieff white head, and was filent. And all “ ings on his noble fon; and happy am were filent, nor did any one for lome « I that I fee Hill young men who do time atteinpt to invade the facred paute. « not altogether neglect to tread in the At last the queen unoblerved, fecretly * feps of their fathers.”

gave a sign to her own knight, and LanAs he was speaking the sun went celoc undertood the fign, and said to down. King Arthur, the queen and Branor ; '"' Noble Sir, we are all too her virgine, and the thirty knights, with “ young to have seen any of the heroes old Branor in the midft of them, return- " whom you have juft named ; but ir ed back to the castle at Cramados, where “ you they itill live, you are the only a fumptuous repast was already prepared “ one that has reached our times. If in the hall.

« you would vouchfate to relate to us A rich canopy marked the seat of the “ what you know of their deeds, you king and the queen; and between them "6 would exceedingly entertain and oan ivory chair was set for the good Bra- « blige us all." nor; and when they were seated, the King Arthur, the queen, and all the reft took their places round the table. knights, loudly seconded the request of the The repast was served up in dishes of galiant Lancelot. The damies were fibeaten gold by twenty youths; the fpa lent; but their downcaft cyes and their cious fide-table food richly furnished; glowing checks, those traitors of tirnid twenty youths ferved the guests, and though innocent hearts, fufficiently spoke twenty more ftood by the fide-table, their wishes. Kettle drums and truimpets resounded Then Branor, bowing, said with a as oft as the mighty fparkling goblet placid smile ; “ What you desire is a vent round.

pleasure to me; age, you know, is gar. At length their appetites were appea- rulous; it loves to speak of the good old fed, and the time, having been pasted in times that are gone, in which, as in a courtly discourse, drew near to mid- happy dream, it still lives. I will tell night. All eyes were fixed upon the old vou, therefore, something of Gyron the man, and whenever he opened his mouth courteous, one of the noblest of the nuto speak, such filence prevailed in the ble men I have seen. Full sixty years hall, that you might have heard are now patt since an accident made us the smallest spider at his loom.

acquainted. I was riding about the Then took'king Arthur the old knight country in quest of adventures, when by the hand; “ Sir Branor, said he, a one day a itorm overtook me in the « man like you never have I seen be- midst of a wood. I took shelter in the “ fore this day. So help me, God, as I hole of a rock, and observed a narrow wish I had been the fathers that begat passage that winded into the mountain.

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Curiofity led me to scarch whither it the fame of Gyron's virtues. He him: would lead. Still inwarde, deeper and self was not there, but I went in quest of deeper, darker and more dark grew the him, found him, and was aftonished as

passage. At once it turned abruptly, the noble beauty of his appearance, the · and now there appeared before me an strength of his arm, and his unequalled excavation made by human hands like courage, but still more at his truth and a fepulchral vault-and in the vault, by honcur. We became friends, I accom. the faint glimmer of a lamp that hung panied him in many expeditions, and from the arched roof, I saw fitting, op was the eye witness of his laft deeds. posite to each other, fiient and persive, “ He was yet a boy, when his father two aged knights, like beings of ano. loft both crown and life in the contest ther world : Even now while I am talk with Pharamond. Hector the brown, an ig, full fixty years after the adventure, old tried friend of his grandfather Gyron, my blood runs cold at the recollection. saved the boy, fled with him to Britain, My appearance feemed to wake them and became the guide of his youth, and out of a gentle slumber. They beheld his tutor in chivalry: Gyron was to me with friendly and cordial looks, and Hector as his own lon; and when in a I thought they were pleased at secing a desperate battle the old man fell covered

an again. They welcomed me, and with wounds, Gyron caught him in his told me, that, being long tempeft-toft arms, struck to the earth with the fury on the sea of life,' they had retired to of a lion every one that attempted to this cavern as to a haven of reft, where lay hands on his friend, and bore him they were waiting till death should pay on his back to their tent. But to save bis wired-for visit : That they had his life was impoflible. Hector finding for some time been supposed dead, as his end apunaching, reached to Gyron no tidings of them could be heard in the his good word.66 There, said he, take world. That spirits of the earth sup"this, I know no other who after me plied their wants, and sometimes brought « is worthy to więld it." Great and unthem new's of what the living were a common were the virtues of this sword, bout in the world. Brehus was the rich was the golden hilt, but richer tar name of the one, and, Gyron the elder, the well-tempered blade, on which were of the o:her. Formerly this latter had engraven in golden characters the folreigned in Gaul, but had yielded the lowing words: “Let none but the kingdom to his eldest son, that he might“ virtuous presume to wield this sword. devote himself entirely to chivalry. The « Truth is above all. Prefidy disgraces fame inclination foon seized the fon; he " all. Infamy pursue the man who left the kingdom to his younger brother, would hide a coward's heart in a lion's and spent many years in fearch of ad. “ kin,” Gyron the courteous, with ventures; till at last he too betook him moistened eye, received the hallowed self to this cavern, that he might end prefent from the hand of his dying his days with his old father in rigid pea friend, and thought himself richer in nance.' " Here, said the old man, here the pofleffion of that sword, than if a • is his grave; where that of my second kingdom had fallen to him by inheri• son is, God knows. Pharamond, the tance. How he used it I will inform • Frank, robbed him of his throne and you in one instance-if you are not tir. • his life. One only now remains of my ed. • blood and lineage, my grandson, Gyron 'Then Lancelot of the lake, and his

the courteous. What our ministring lady the queen, assured the knight that • spiritstell me of him from time to time, they would not be tired of hearing him • is, I believe, the fingle medicine that though he should speak the whole night • keeps me from dying. He indeed is a long. The old man darted from under "man! God reward him for the honour his grey eye-brows a penetrating look . he does to my blood and name.” at Lancelot and the queen; and the

From that moment I resolved to find eyes of both shrunk from the look of the out Sir Gyron. I repaired to the court noble Branor: a short filence took place, of king Uther, where I heard much of and he thus proceeded.

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: To be continued

SK E ICH

OF A ÇELEBRATED MODERN CHARACTER.

His teacher's every with had been Supply'd that instant 'twas foreseen,

VII.

I.

Could I, in all its charms, express,
How bright a ray his bosom pierces,
Genius might envy my success,
And Candour vindicate my verses
The mitc of Virtue, in the world,
To Lethe ought not to be hurl'da

VIII.
A benefactor to mankind,
More frank, more tender, and more truc,
Exhaustless Dryden never feigu'd;
His darling Shakespeare never drew ;
Nor Chatterton had begg'd in vain
Nor Butler met, from him, with thankles,

cold disdain.

IX.

Thus, having slightly keech'd his worth
I've now the medal to reverse :
Trump all his human frailties forth-
All which a Bozzy would rehearse ;
And fing the sad resolves of Fate-
That he should ne'er approach the glories

of the great!

of men alive, North Britain's bless'd in,

There'sone, perhaps, deserves the lead; The poor, at least, are oft insisting We hardly could fupply his ftead That he in Friendship's walk hath shone, Like Hannibal in arms, unrivall’d and alone.

II. Let fickness kill his ploughmen's cattle, Or August rot their crops with rain, He does not flog them into battle, Arrest, imprison, and distrain; No grinding statute is distorted, But every tear wip'd off,—and every nerve supported.

III.
While some whole clouds of pigeons breed,
To pick the farmer's wheat when sown,
And fixty pair of blood-hounds lead,

To tread the ripen'd harvest down-
· And strip the cow-herd's only coat,
Who sells a partridge worth a groat *
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IV.
Ye dire dispensers “ of the peace,"
On every human right who trample!
From forcing our abhorrence, cease;
And follow his sublime example,
No more shall nations pray, and hope,
To see your Worships dangle in a rope,

V.
Ye Pharaohs of this generous age,
Who scourge your valials to distraction!
Can ye, by venting fruitless rage,
Feel his transcendent satisfaction,
Who closes life as hc began,
Existing but to aid the miseries of man?

VI.
When Socrates fought alms in vain,
Had such a friend adorn'd his flock,
No care had gallid Afpafia's fwain's
About the purchase of a cloak-

First, then, he wants (we can't deny)
All the most iplendid marks of wealth
He watches, with an Alfred's eye,
His time, his money, and his health ;
T' oblige all mankind, seems as willing
As though he were not worth a fhilling

XI.
Nay, worse-he has not rear'd a stud,
Nor gives the jockey crew protection!
Nor forces perjury to liud-
By carving votes for an election !
But rarely speculates in cocks,
Or gallops eighty leagues to see two butche
ers box!

XII. He know's, most dully, a bat he's doing; Nor builds, and plants, and feasts for ever; Nor throws a farm-house into ruin, To clear his prospect to the river A charm in folitude he fpies, Nor from himself affrighted flies :

XIII.

"" John Jefiop was fined at the Public Office, Bow-street, in sl. for being concern* cd with Newton, who was fined in the same sum for shooting a cock pheasant. He " could not pay, and was sent to the Correction House for three months.” Vide London Papers, November 1789. So much for English Liberty! Quero-What loss would ensue to society, if all the wild fowl in Europe were exterminated?

S Aspasia was a woman of the town, and Socrates frequented her house to learn the beautics of rhetoric from her conversation !

XIII.

And wither'd leaves bedrew the cave, And though his talents are refin'd,

Against their noxious blast, their fullen Without a grain of affectation,

roar, And, had their master so inclin'd,

In vain we pile the hearth, in vain we close Might long have reap'd our admiration,

the door. And near all-matchless I'rederick's name Have rank'd his literary famc;

The universal lot ordains

We seek the black Cocytus stream,
XIV.

That languid strays thro' dreary plains.

Where cheerless fires perpetual gleam ; Like him, he prints no terse atavos, To prove his tenderness and taste;

Where the fell brides their fruitless toil be.

moan, Nor hires two hundred thousand bravnes, To lay a peaceful empire waste!

· And Sisyphus uprears the still returning Sages and Heroes--if ye can

stone. Make haste to copy such a man!

Thy tender wife, thy large domain,
XV.

Soon shalt thou quit, at Fate's command;
And when he's gone where Phocion went, And of those various trees that gain
That eye compafsion melts no more,

Their culture from thy forming hand, And crowds their selfijb sorrow venti The Cypress only shall partake thy doom, Who never fympathiz'd before, *. Follow its short-liv'd lord, and shade his Some happier muse a right may claim,

lonely tomb. To give Posterity his name.

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care ;

But youthful sportsdull-reason's search defy, . To these 'tis joy. But even the courtly

Nor owc their pleasure to a studied rule: train, Faint lags, alas! premeditated joy;

Anxious the dregs of pleasure's bowl to Mirth unexpected fires the drowsiest soul!

drain,

When, fully sated with each splendid laow Hail, seat of happiness! where ev'ry face

Thar elegance and grandeur ein bestow, Derides the fullen, moping step of Care; To rural solitude they fly will there Where Sorrow finds no entrance, Pain no 'This faint reflection of amusement share, trace,

When from Southampton's or from Brighe Nor drooping Melancholy dares appear.

ton's shore,

Which charm's when London's revelry was 'Tis thine to vanquish this fell trocp of foes,

o'er, • At early age to stem their pois nous tide; Tis chine to blend the sweets of Pleasure's

The fading beauty of autumnal hours,

Recalls the fportsman to his native bowers, rose With the sharp thorns that fence bright

To tell his neighbours all the toils of state, 2 Virtue's fide.

Recount of public cares the cnormous

weight, Thine to inftruct the yet-untainted heart

untainted heart And how he slumber'd thro' the long dela all that's lovely, all that's worth its bate;

His wife and daughters quit the Gothic Point out bleft Charity's foul - wringing hall smart,

To taste the raptures of the rustic ball. Or bring the cries of Pity to the tender The high-born milfes, insolent and vain, ear!

Scorn while they mingle with the homely

train, Friendship from thee adopts her dearest ties, Still at the top, in spite of order, stand, From thee th' ingenuous mind irnbibes And hardly touch a mean plebeian hand; the flame;

While Madam, eager 'mid the card-room's Whate'er indiffoluble bonds arise,

ftrife, Thee, as their fount, their bafis, they pro

Insults the lawyer's and the curate's wife, claim.

Now (miles contemptuous, now with anger

burns, Adicu! lov'd parent ! joy-fraught scene, ao

And domineers, and scolds, and cheats by dicu!

turns; Nor deem my lay, nor hold my pray'ı Pleas'd on the village gentry to retort amiss,

Slights the receivesfrom dutchesses at court. May'ft thou fill Aourith ever bright and

true, The seat of learning, and the source of

But what are these, by starts alone pur

fu'd, blili!

These partial errors of the moon!Wherz

view'd By that assemblage of each rustic grace, That cynosure of joy, a Country Race ;

Where, with fatigue and duiness in her Description of a COUNTRY BALL,

train, and RACE.

Provincial pleasure holdsher proudest reign? DRITANNIA scarcely owns a town fo small O that my Muse in equal verse could tell

D As not to boast its periodic ball, Each varied object which she knows fo. Where, when full orb'd, Diana pours her well! light,

The crowded ordinary's loud repast, And gilds the darkness of the wintry night, The frequent bumper swallow'd down in *The village beaux and belles their hours

halte, employ

The rattling carriage driven with drunken In the full swing of fashionable joy :

speed, Alde the unfinith'd handkerchief is thrown, The bawling hawker, and the restive steed, And the fair semstress now adjusts her The proffer'd bet with interjection strong, own ;

And the shrill squallings of the female Th' apothecary quits th' unpounded pill, throng; Even the attorney drops his venal quill, The founding hoof, the whip’s coercive And, as his eyes the sprightly dance be. sound, hold,

As the fleet coussers tretch along the Porgets to drain the widow's purse of gold, ground,

When

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