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WRITTEN MI VISITING TIM GRAVY or mictim, ix sossig-inx
CHURCH-YARD. REAR OITOLD.

'Tis good, at times, in solemn mood to stray •
'Mid mansions where the silent dead decay;
Till thence, inspired, the soul begins to rise,
Spurn die low earth, and claim her kindred skiei!
This lonely Cherch-yard, where the peasant race
From age to age have found a resting place,
Presents such varied objects to the sight
As strike the gazer with a sad delight !
Here honour'd age, no more with pain oppress%
Lies, like the infant by his side, at rest.
There noblest worth, the virtuous, friendly, just,
With youth and beauty moul.ler into dust.
But lo! what heap 'mid yonder mounds appears
Crown'd with the dewy morning's frozen tears!
'To Miceiz's Grave !—Let Maven-born Sympathy
Pause o'er the spot and heave a pensive lash;
Let Pity weep, and let the Muse be near
To tune the sigh, and register the tear;
And let fond Genius suing once more the lyre
To sound his dirge, then bid its strains expire!
Oh, gentlest Nlicrt.e! once 'twas thine to feel
in Virtue's cause the noblest, manliest zeal;
'When subtle Sophistry, with fiend-like guile,
,Tissay'd to cloud fair Truth's unfading smile;
Thy daring genius check'd with bold attempt,
And on the base contemner brought contempti•
But when meek Pollio, bright in youth's fair morn,
From country, friends and life itself was torn,
'Twas thine to weave his worth in wreaths sublime,
That bloom o'cr Death, and mock the rage of Time. t
Pourtray'd by thee still lives the deathful scene
'Where youthful Mary, Scotland's beauteous Queen,
Long ducou'd to linger in the gloomy cell,
To jealous rage at la::t a victim fell.
We see the hall in dreary black array'd, •
'Where the fair sufferer rear'd her injur'd head ;
View the huge block, and mark the keen axe glow,
Till sad descends the vengeful murd'rous blow !
With Ulla now we to the cavern liie,
To learr her absent lover's destiny ;
Behold the hag her potent charms prepare,
The blur flame rise, the spectre glide through air: f
Then hear thee " pour the strong poetic tide
" O'er Britain's shores in Lusitanian pride !"1
Xnchanting Poet! long.thy nervous strains
Shall charm the scholar, and delight the swains;
But more thy virtues shall excite their praise,
thew alone were lovelier than thy lays. s •
What ! though rcmov'd, then, far from vaults of State,
Thou rest not with the titled and the graat ;
Tanugh no carv'd urn or spirit-breathitr, bust
Smile o'er the spot where sleeps thy sacred dust ;
Dere Peace shall wave her guardian wing atound,
And still thy grave with blooming sweets be crown'd:
Jtemembrance, sad, shall bid her pensive train
Long on the tuff iu mood remain;
While that sweet siren, ever-fair Renown,
Decks with thy laurels her resplendent crown!
T. GILLET.

• Mickle wrote a pamphlet to refute the principles of Hume.
j Polio, the title of a beautiful Elegiac Ode on the Death of
the Poet's Brother.
Mary Queen of Scots, an Ode to commemorate the fate of
that unfortunate Princess.
§ Lila ; or, the Sorceress—a singelarly beautiful Ballad.
t The performance on which Miekie's fame chiefly feats is his
elegant and spirited translation of the Lusiad.

Wednesday night, Mr. G ItADON, a respectable se.
Nitor, lodt4ing in Elliott's-row, Lambeth, set out
from his residence, on foot, to visit a sick friend at
Kennington. On passing the alms-houses near the
E,e,,:hant and Castle, a fellow, dressed like a hay-
maker, and at lea..t six feet in statute, stopped him,
and began to solicit alms in the most disgusting and
servile manner ; and he had scarcely got rid of him
before he was besieged by the importunities of ano.:
titer, who followed him some yards, and would not
take an answer. Finding that Mr. GOADON was de-
t:. mined not to give him anything, the villain struck
him a dreadful b.o,v on the back of his head, nhieb
knocked hint down ; he then gave a drag at his watch,
which being Listened by an additional steel chain, re-
mained in the fob. The gold chain, however, broke,
and the ruffian obtained about four inches of it, and
two seals, with which he got clear off.
LONGEVITY.—Mr. SAMUEL WELCH, now living at
Bow, New Hampshire, has advanced mote than eight
months in the one hundred and twelfth year of his age.
Ile was born in Kingston, Sept. 1, 1710. His father
was from Ipswich, Massachtisets ; *as a soldier at
the siege of Louisburg, and died immediately after
his return to Kingston. His grandfather emigrated
with the earliest settlers of Ipswich, from:England.'
Mr. Welch has resided at Bow nearly 50 years. His
life has been marked by no extraordinary vicissitude;
he never was in battle, never in the. army—he never
was endangered by the Indians, who frequently,visited
Kingstcn after his birth, and took captives; nor was
h: ever sick but once during his long life, and then
of a slight lever. He was always temperate. Through
life he has been a man of hard labour ; and appears
to have been of a retiring disposition, preferring the
most obscure retreats to the noise and the vexations
and dangers of society. He is now unable to walk,
except by holding upon chairs or the arms of his at-
tendants, though his health does not appear rapidly
to decline, When at the age of 105, he used to work
about his little farm, cut his firewood, &c. and until
the last two years he walked out of doors without
assistance. Ile is in persou rather above the middle
size, of Grecian features, with dark penetrating eyes.
His locks are of a clayed white, looking as it they
had already mouldered in the grave. His frame is
stow feeble—the least movement causes his bones to
grate at the joints ; and we feel 'a momentary chill
at the presence of a man whose appearance speaks
such a. lesson of decay and gradual dissolution I
Ilis hands are withered, dry, and cold—the expanded
veins standing out in ruddy fullness. His countenance
is fair, though wrinkled with the cares of a century
and an eighth ! His mental faculties appear to be
little impaired ; his memos y, however, begins to fail,
and he cannot connect his ideas with much precision.
He is still amiable and social, and were it not that
his.hearing is somewhat affected, he would be a most
interesting person in conversation.. We asked him
many questions, to all of which he made very sensi-
ble replies. His life, he said, was but a span, though
be had lived more than half the time since the land.,
ing of our fathers at Plymouth Rock. It had now
become a burden to him, and be was willing to de.l
pat t when it should please the ALMIGHTY. With the
present generation of men he seems to have little ac-1
Id grandfathers were his
finals of longevity in
to be found who hive:
lcb. Those three are, Mr.
rho lived to 120; %Mistral
; and Robert Macklin, I
.wo first are .supposad to
the last War a satire of

quaintance ; our fathers and
contemporaries.—ln the ann
State, there are but three t
reached the age of Mr. Welcl
Lovewell, of Dunstable, wh4
Perkins, of Newmarket, 1161
of Wakefield, 115. The MI
have been born in England ;
ilcotlatid.-..Antericalt Parr,