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Seabed is a myrtle aid jassmalme Mir,

And Mauled around with the Anhwei al taw,
Stood Industry's mansion, theitivessf laws.bees.
fie amusing was lowering, and puswidrope grinds
ihsuallser'd the blossoms of mearisin mid pia*
The storm, that was palling, farbiml them le ram&
And aliens of high moment. on pawing atheame ;
For the sentry who guarded the Mures of the swum,
Bad spread through the city the lieseful
That is enemy hornet, is hostile away,
idruthiag rowed him tierce singer and sodden dismay,
Had broke through the guard, beforexid could arrive,
Determined to enter and plunder the hive.
In the general weal wu all danger kept,
dad in hurrying phalanx they preas'd %Ib* spot,
Where the epicure foe was regaling his Meta,
And found in the sweets a delicious repast

Urg'd on to the combat, what honta it to ten
The virtues and lassoes &Moira" lobo ?
Yoe history's annals otrill Noon sae amine.
And the drones and doetioanniott bees bus It lo Atiolso
Aid yet, iie it knows to Ibis Aimee= ago,
They isprov'd by ehe three, sod wars friends to tie Nip.'
The honest was valiant, aid plaeisgadisitte
On his natural armour, he bade thmilidepra ;
Though press'd by their number% vonnindloil bodged,
Nee shrunk be. the horrors of careapand Abet
By the power of Isis bite, and the point of his sting.
tie rooted their Sant, and doseolish'd their wing.

Aghast stood the phalanx, at bearing the groans,
That died nu the lips of the bees and the dream ;
And ort did the combatants, pausing for toroth,
With prowess untaes'd view the bayou of death;
Till a bee, m.►e sagacious, by subtlety plo'd
A Vipmph, which Taloa, bad never obtain'il.
Be whisper'd his oaighboors to brio; fres the cell,
A past of the waifs, bad teloper'd so well,
►ed woo wit► Seeress was the artifice erown'd,

In a prison seesaw they eneasaposs'd hie round,
ai I vain ere his efforts, exhausted he lies,
And, trembling, and struggling for liberty dies.
Of the happy event swiftly spread the report,
To the ebanvber of aisle, where the Qom held her work
dad her Majesty issued her royal eidammilir
That the battle, being ended, the Loopy shatid
Hut that be, who had taught them so PAU MOM,
The enemy's life by a new ruse de guerre,
Should be presently uaher'd to court by her guard,
• And slum for his wisdom a special reward.
The hero, presented as general B.
Kiss'd her Majesty's leg, as be bent on bin knee,
When the Queen coadoseeodiagly bade him arise,
hod claim tie just weed of his glorious comprise.
"Dread seen." be began, "at the &au of whose eye
Tby subjects sue blessed and thy enemies die,
Whose thomaugbly gentle but absolute sway,
The sansWftes tribes of our kiwi*. obey ;
dround thy dread presence be happiness shads
losi the oldie* orploa elosermed so thy bead ;
My sovereign 11110 a mime decree,
Ilqacb pus'd in the year of your Ilideety these,
Mat notable year, when in tibertre eagle,
Ai defence of our honour, our birthright. aid laws,
(and:who would be tame in a combat so just ?)
We trampled ear ear-wig impeders to dual ;
aaaeled, " that none of your subjects be seen
Two mites ftom the hive without leave of the Queen.,"
Ilut I from a thirst of instruction would fain
toot Majesty's license to travel oblates;
And visit the kr distant bounds of the earth,
Ere spill I return to the place of my birth."
The remainder of this amoebae Poetic Fable will be given
le morrow.
THE LIBERAL.—No.

SCENIC I.
A roods mad isiottataisolis district soar Mount Ararat.— Tioaki:
asidisig/t.—Eater Alll4llll and
.laa4. Our father sleeps: it is the be wisest they alb
Who love us are accustomed to dommod
Through the dccp.clouds o'er rocky Ararat:—
Sow my heart beats!
Alto. Let ns proceed epos
Our invocation.
Ineh. Hut the stars are hidden.
tremble.
Are.' So do I, but not with fear
011dfuld ewe their delay.
My sister, though
I Sere Asawiel more than—oh, too much !
What was I going to sav ? my heart grows impious.
'Ao. And where is the impiety of loving
Ccieetiel eater's
But, Aholibamah,
i-ve our God less since his angel loved me :
This °moot be of good ; and though I know not
That I do wrong, I feel a thousand fears
Which arc not ominous of right.
44p. Then wed thee
Uetomese son of elay, and toil and spin !
IlhearetsJaphet loves thee w ell—bath lov'd thee long :
Kerr , and bring fbrth dust!
I should have loved
asiA.
Amide' not less were he mortal ; yet
lam glad he is not. I cannot outlive him.
Ant when I think tbet hie immortal wings
Will one day hover o'er the sepulchre
Of the poor child of elity which so adored him,
As he adores the Highest, death becomes
Less ; hut yet I pity him ;
Hi, grief *ill be of ages, or at least
*IMP would be inch for him, were I the Seraph,
Area* the perishable.
Ako. Rather say,
flat be will single forth some other daughter
Qf Rantb, and love her as he once loved Allah.
Inch. And if it should be so, and she so loved him,
Better thus than that he should weep for me.
Ate. If I thought thus of Samosa's lose,
Ali demob as be is, I'd spurn him from
Hot to our invocation ! "Fie the hoer.
4dimA. Seraph !
From thy sphere!
Whatever star contain tht glory ;
In the eternal depths of heaven
Albeit thou watchest with " the seven,'t

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* We need not observe, for the book is ;wit oat.
" Of the Angels" by the very spiritual Thomas Moe...
ji ded on the same passage. Mr. Moors says it Is not
prOpe ly scriptural, because the notion that the "Sons of
Doe meant Aogela, originated io a mistake of Ms Swear ;
sod t at the soundest theologians understand by it the poste-
ritg of Seth, as dietinguished from that of Cain. To all this.
we have no i.bjection, provided it he admitted, that Use cow-
ItEagh opinion has been aufticinetly maintained for the pur•
both of the " Mystery" and " The Loves." To the
er we shall attend next week ; contenting oorselves fur
the present with quoting las connected with the present Sr..
tidal the lea elegant complimeetary paragraph of Mr.
Moore's Preface :
* This poem, somewhat different in form, and much more li-
mitgalren extent,wasoriginaltydesigned as an episode for a work
shawl which I hate been at intervals employed during the last,
twoyears. Sione months since, however, I found that my
fewest Lord Byron, had, by an accidental coincidence, chosen
Use same subject for a drams: and as I could not but leel
thelMerideantage of comes( alter so formidable a rival,
thought it hest to publish my. humble sketch immediately,
witlimch alterations and additions as I bad time to make;
an,te by an earlier appearance in the literary horizon„
puossinself4m chant,, of whet astronomers cell ante Moot
risollk..bilkelt *I luminary is wimps light 1 was to bit
lust .hould appear."
f The Arcbasigeb, said to be seven in number.