The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository Part 197

Now dies the voice of village mirth; no more Is seen the friendly lantern's glimmering light; Safe in his cot, the shepherd bars his door On thee, Eliza! and the storm of night.

In yon sequester'd grove, whose sullen shade Sighs deeply to the blast, dost thou remain, Still faithful to the spot, where he is laid, For whom the tears of _beauty_ flow in vain?

Ah, left alone beneath the dreadful gloom, Companion of the tempest! left alone!

I see thee, sad-reclining o'er the tomb, A pallid form, and wedded to the stone!

Ah! what avails it, Sorrow's gentlest child, To wet the unfruitful urn with many a tear; To call on Edward's name, with accents wild, And bid his phantom from the grave appear?

No gliding spirit skim the dreary ground, Dress the green turf, or animate the gloom, No soft aerial music swells around, Nor voice of sadness murmurs from the tomb.

Cold is the breast that glow'd with love, and pale The cheek that, like the morning, blush'd before: Mute are the lips that told the flattering tale, And rayless is the eye that flattered more.

Deep, deep beneath the dark mysterious grave, Thy tears he sees not, nor can hear thy sighs: Deaf is thine Edward, as the Atlantic wave, Cold as the blast that reads the polar skies.

Oh! turn, and seek some sheltering kind retreat; Bleak howls the wind, and deadly is the dew: No pitying star, to guide thy weary feet, Breaks thro' the void of darkness on thy view.

Think on the dangers that attend thy way!

The gulf deep-yawning, and the treacherous flood; The midnight ruffian, prowling for his prey, Fiend of despair, and darkness, grim with blood!

But oh! if thoughts terrific fail to move, Let Pity win thee back to thine above; Melt at a sister's tears, a mother's love, Aw'd by the voice of Reason, and of G.o.d!

N. B.

TO HEALTH.

Health, rosy nymph, the pleasing boon Of happiness thou can'st bestow---- Without thee, life's best journey soon Becomes a pilgrimage of woe.

Shunning the palace, did'st thou dwell With Slav'ry in his gloomy cell, More blest the captive in the mine, Than he for whom the metals s.h.i.+ne.

But no--thy haunt cannot be there Th' abode of pining misery, Where the sad bosom of despair Heaves with unpity'd agony----

Nor, wanton, dost thou love to sport, In pleasure's gay delusive court-- Over the gem-imbossed vase, To smile in Bacchus' ruddy face.

Thou fly'st th' intoxicating bowl, Fountain of madness and disease, Whose wild and absolute controul, The vanquish'd reason sways.

Thou shun'st the fragrant myrtle groves, Which the Paphian Venus loves-- Where, while Pan pipes a roundelay, Th' unblus.h.i.+ng nymphs and satyrs play.

Ah, modest Health, from scenes like these, Thou turn'st thy steps aside, to haste And catch the balmy morning breeze, Its spirit-giving breath to taste;

Where bath'd in view some valley lies, Or up a mountain's woody rise-- Whence stretching to the eastern sky, Bright rural prospects greet the eye.

Here, a deep forest widely spread, Its variegated foliage shows,---- There, rolling thro' a flowery mead, With rapid course, a river flows

On to the sea--where meets the view Thro' opening hills its bosom blue, Save when a white-sail flies the gale before, Or a wave breaks upon the rocky sh.o.r.e.

And as thou dart'st thy looks around, O'er the lively landscape smiling, More blythe the ploughman's carols sound, His tedious furrow'd way beguiling----

More sweet the birds their songs renew,-- More fresh each blooming flowret's hue---- From every valley springs, without alloy, A general cheerfulness--a burst of joy.

EPIGRAM.

Pair'd in wedlock, pair'd in life, Husband, suited to thy wife: Worthless thou, and worthless she; Strange it is ye can't agree!

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INDEX

to the

NEW-YORK WEEKLY MAGAZINE,

_Or, Miscellaneous Repository,_

+For the YEAR 1796-7.+

_VOLUME THE SECOND._

[Transcriber's Note to Index:

Issues ("No.") were numbered continuously through the run of the magazine, but pagination started over again with Volume II. Each issue was 8 pages.

Nos. 53-65: beginning p. 1, with issues ending on p. 8, 16, 24, 32 ... 104 Nos. 66-78: beginning p. 105, with issues ending on p. 112, 128, 136 ... 208 Nos. 79-91: beginning p. 209, with issues ending on p. 216, 224, 232 ... 312 Nos. 92-104: beginning p. 313, with issues ending on p. 320, 328, 336 ... 416

The Index is shown as originally printed. Within each initial letter, articles are listed in page order. In this section _only_, error corrections are shown inline in [brackets]. A bracketed [P] indicates a poem listed in the first (prose) Index. Entries in brackets were missing from the printed Index.

Three Index items--Marriages, Meteorological Observations, and the serialized novel _The Victim of Magical Delusion_--were missing all entries for the year 1797 (pages 209-end, issues 79-end). Page references added by the transcriber are shown as a bracketed block.

Poetry from 1797 was also not indexed, except for the final two issues, 103 and 104 (pages 408 and 416). These listings have _not_ been added.]

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Account of a dreadful murder, PAGE 20, 28 Activity conducive to happiness, 31 Account of a wonderful deliverance at sea, 31 Advice, 35 All men are slaves, 38 Anecdotes, 39, 47, 119, 175 Account of the last moments of Dr. Johnson, 43, 51 Aphorism, 44 Astonis.h.i.+ng courage, 44 Anecdotes of men of extraordinary strength, 60 of Dr. Johnson, 63 of Dr. Goldsmith, 67 Activity, 65 Account of a negro woman who became white, 71 Anger, 76 Anecdote of Mr. Handel, 84 Authenticated etymologies, 89, 99, 131 Anecdote of Voltaire, 91 Anger, 99 Arabian Maxims, 126, 148 Anecdote of Miss D'Arblay, 151 Dr. Goldsmith, 159 the celebrated John De Witt, 164 of Sir Philip Sidney, 169 of Caesare Arethuzi, 174 of M. De Sartine, 183 of an Earl of Portland, 195 of Madame Fayette, 406 of Champagneaux, 407 of Camus, 407 of Madame Cordet, 411 of Voltaire, 411 Advice, 174 Account of La Maupin, 182 Affection, 199 Adieu to a favourite grove, 224 [P]

Ambition, 248 [error for 249]