FUGITIVE POETRY. ODE TO POVERTY. HAIL Poverty! in tatter'd weeds array'd, The scorn of Wealth, and all the gay-deck'd crowd; Oft by thy son's despis'd, Who bow to Pride. Tho' in thy train the spectre, Care, appears, These haunt the costly pile, Where Grandeur dwells. Then wherefore shall man shudder at thy name, We all must bow. Death waits alike the portals of the great, She ne'er deceives. THE BIBLE. LINES WRITTEN IN 1746. HAIL, Sacred volume of eternal truth! Thou staff of age! thou guide of wand'ring youth! Thou art the race which all that run shall win, Teach me thy twofold nature to explore, THE BLUSH OF MODESTY. 'Tis not the dazzling bright attire Of Fashion's plumage gay; 'Tis not the warmth of Music's fire, Can steal this heart away; Though thicken'd folds with gold profuse Adorn the beauteous fair, These, these, must perish in the use; Sweet sounds be lost in air: To none a captive will I be, Nor the soft bosom's heaving sigh, Nor yet a thousand other ways, That tempt the passions' move; They may my admiration raise, But cannot win my love: None so delight, enrapture me, As the sweet blush of Modesty. TO A FRIEND ABOUT TO MARRY A On, keep the ring, one little year, Thy lips, on which her last, last kiss These haunts are sacred to her love, Here still her presence dwells; Of her the grot, of her the grove, Of her the garden tells. Beneath these elms you sat and talk'd, At evening, arm-in-arm, you walk'd, Thou'lt weet her when thy blood beats high OCTOBER THE TWENTY-FIFTH. ANOTHER year!-a year of solitude, Of darkness, yet of peace, has past-and he, The father of his people, marks it notAlike to him all seasons and their changeHis eyes are rayless, and his heart is cold. He wields a barren sceptre-yet his brow, Of regal diadem displaced, still wears The crown of glory-his," the hoary head "Found in the way of righteousness" and truth! Oh thou! our father-thou! our Prince and friend! How many a sight that would have grieved thine eyes How many a pang that would have wrung thy heart Has God withheld, and thine affliction spared? The partner of thy hopes, when hope was young, Yet thou art not forgotten-dear thou wast Hallowed by all the memory of the past Those who roast beef and wine delight in, Are pleas'd with trumpets-drums-and fight-|| ing; For those who are more lightly made, Are arts, and sciences, and trade; For fanciful and am'rous blood, We have a soft, poetic food; For witty and satyric folks, And when we strive to please the mob, A jest, a quarrel, or a job. If any gem'man wants a wife, If you want health, consult our pages, Lands may be had, if they are wanted; ORIGINAL POETRY. FAREWELL! EUGENIA TO PHILEMON. FAREWELL!-kind, cruel word-farewell! Thy journey down this vale of tears, Who most thy noble heart reveres→→→ And rain down blessings on thy path; Save these round drops that speak "farewell." Thou bidd'st me walk and linger near Those balmy shades where oft we've metAb, no! thy fancied image there, Would my poor 'wilder'd brain beset; And from my bursting heart would swell A ceaseless, agoniz'd, "farewell!" Yet thon wilt come again ere long, Shall once again my woes beguile : The thought shall draw a pleasing spell, Around this painful "fare thee well !” VERSES On seeing an old, and once humble friend, fashionably attired. BY GEORGE BROMBY. O D'ON thy threadbare coat again, 1 cannot see thee in that dress- ON THE DEATH OF MISS C. PEAKE, OF WOOLWICH. SCARCE two-and-twenty years had pass'd away, With flattering impulse o'er her gentle frame. There was no word of murmur-no distorted limb, Her brow was never dark-her eye was never dim. Like a calm summer eve she stole away, As faint, and fainter, grew the peaceful day: A little flushing of the snowy cheek A little talk of being well, though weak- THE DANCE. BY MISS M. LEMAN REDE HARK! that soft preluding strain, Trembles from a harp I love ; J. W. LINES TO A PHILOSOPHER. COME leave cold Philosophy's pages, Perhaps when the spring-tide is over, Acknowledges truth as the source And while that latent spark lives within me, And springs forth as occasions appear, Philosophy never shall win me To live in his cold atmosphere. Who never lingers near the miser's board, But lives with worth and honesty alone; May all thy days pass gently as a stream Which tempests never rule-and whose breast Silent and calm, reflects the pale moon's beam, And draws Sol's parting blushes from the west, When twilight breezes waft him to his rest. May Sorrow shun your footsteps! Where you FASHIONS FOR DECEMBER, 1819. EXPLANATION OF THE PRINTS OF FASHION. FRENCH. No. 1.-WALKING DRESS. India muslin frock, with flounces of broad lace. Blue hat of raw net silk en rouleaux. Cachemire shawl with blue border; sash of Scotch plaid; English ruff; half boots of French grey kid; and white chamois leather gloves. ENGLISH. No. 2.-WALKING DRESS. Round dress of fine cambric, with em. broidered flounces of muslin, each flounce headed by a row of beautiful embroidery. Velvet spencer of bright geranium, terminated in front with points à-la-fichu: triple ruff of fine Valenciennes lace, tied in front with small bows of ribbon. Bonnet of either granite silk or spotted velvet, trim. med with the new plume silk trimming, with full bouquet of flowers on the left side. The hair arranged à-la-Montespan. Ermine muff, gloves of pale yellow, with variegated half boots. GENERAL OBSERVATIONS ON FASHIONS AND DRESS. WE may almost now venture to inform our fair readers of what envelopes will be most prevalent for the commencement of winter, which came in with a sudden rigour while we were exulting in the prospect of its being but a short one, from the peculiar warmth of the declining autumn. A carriage pelisse of reps silk, of a bright emerald green, struck us at Mrs. Bell's Magazin de Modes, a few days ago, by its peculiar elegance: it is lined throughout with a pale pink sarsnet, and a falling col lar of the same; the pelisse has a broad superb trimming of the Otaheitan grèbe bird round the bottom: a pelerine tippet of the same is worn with this pelisse. The Brandenburgh pelisse is also well adapted either for the carriage or walking costume: it is of fine cloth of a rich garnet colour, embroidered with distinct figures in black, à-la-Brandenburgh, and faced with a broad trimming of the new black feathered silk. Drab-coloured cloth pelisses trimmed with ponceau velvet, and geranium cloth trimmed with black feathered silk, are likely to be much in favour this winter, as will be the levantine, or double twilled sarsnet, wadded and tastefully ornamented. Cloth spencers of grey, and those of black velvet elegantly finished on the bust and on the mancherons, are at present much worn for walking over these, when the weather is severe, is thrown a fur tippet, in the form of a small mantilla, made of the ounce, or that valuable American fur the whapponoc. These tippets, by their form, by no means set off the shape. We come now to the important article of bonnets; and first, we beg to present to our readers in a very particular manner one of a truly novel and elegant style, called Le Chapeau Matinale, the sole invention of Mrs. Bell, and which cannot be sufficiently admired; from the name of this bonnet it will easily be guessed that it is made in a style peculiarly adapted to the morning, either for the promenade or the carriage, to which its superb materials and manner of being finished render it more appropriate: it is of a fine silk something of the reps kind, with very small spots of velvet: the trimming at the edge, which is formed in points, is of the new plume silk, and an ornament of the same material encircles the crown, which is tastefully finished by a bouquet of muscavias. of these bonnets which have cornette ends that gracefully fasten under the chin and have also a small cap worn underneath them, are of dove-colour or of lavender, of Some |