Belov'd Companion of the fairest hours * All his gifts.—Mr. Andre had confpicuous talents for Pocty, Mufic, and Painting. The News-papers mention'd a fatiric poem of his upon the Americans, which was fuppos'd to have flimulated their barbarity towards him. Early grave.-Mifs Honora S to whom Mr. Andre's attachment was of fuch fingular conftancy, died in a confumption a few months before he fuffer'd death at Tappan. She had married another Gentleman four years after her engagement with Mr. Andre had been diffolv'd by parental Authority Julia's arm.-Mr. Andre drew two miuiature pictures of Mifs Honora S on his firft acquaintance with her at Buxton, in the Year 1769, one for himself, the other for the Author of this poem. But fure the Youth, whofe ill-ftarr'd paffion ftrove ; While with nice hand he mark'd the living grace 'Twas thus Apelles bask'd in Beauty's blaze, ́ Dear loft Companion! ever conftant Youth! *Twas thus Apelles.-Prior is very clegant upon this circumftance in an Ode to his Friend Mr. Howard the Painter. . Till thou badft own'd the magic of her face Hard is the doom that fhall the union break, And Fate's dark pinion hovers o'er the wreck. Now Prudence in her cold and thrifty care, "Honora loft!--my happy Rival's Bride! "O'er the dark waves forfaken Andre bear * Bufy Rumour.-The tidings of Honora's Marriage. Upon that event Mr. Andre quitted his Profeffion as a Merchant and join'd our Army in America. А. а Voluptuous LONDON! where thy turrets blaze, “Their hundred thrones the frolic Pleasures raise ; "Bid proud Expence Sabean odours bring, Nor afk her roles of the tardy Spring; "Where Mulic floats the glitt'ring roofs among, "And with meand'ring cadence fwells the Song; "Where Painting burns the Grecian Meed to claim, "From the high temple of immortal Fame, "Bears to the radiant Goal, with ardent pace, "Her Kaufman's beauty, and her Reynold's grace; "Where Sun-clad Poetry the ftrain infpires, And foils the Grecian Harps, the Latian Lyres. "Ye foft'ning Luxuries! ye polifh'd Arts! "Bend your enfeebling rays on tranquil hearts! "I quit the Song, the Pencil, and the Lyre, "White robes of Peace, and Pleafures foft attire, "To feize the Sword to mount the rapid Car, "In all the proud habiliments of War."Honora lot! I woo a fterner Bride, "The arm'd Bellona calls me to her fide; "Harth is the mufic of our marriage ftrafn! "It breathes in thunder from the western plain! "Wide o'er the watry world its echos roll, "And roufe each latent ardor of my Soul. "And tho' unlike the foft melodious lay, "That gaily wak'd Honora's nuptial day, "Its deeper tenes fhall whifper, e'er they ceafe, "More genuine tranfport, and more lafting peace! "Refulv'd I go! nor from that fatal bourn "To thefe gay fcenes fhall Andre's steps return! "Set is the tar of Love, that ought to guide "His refurent Bark across the mighty Tide!— "But while my Country's Foes, with impious hand "Hurl o'er the fubject plains the livid brand "Of dire Sedition Chlet Heav'n.ordain "While Andre lives, he may not live in vain! 6. 6. Yet without one kind farewell, cou'd I roam 66 My lovely Sifters! who were wont to twine Your Souls foft feelings with each wish of mine, Shall, when this breaft beats high at Glory's call, From your mild eyes the how'rs of Sorrow fall ?— The light of Excellence, that round you glows, Decks with relected bans your Brother's brows! Oh! may his Fame, in fome diftinguith d day Pour on that Excellence the brightest ray !. "Dim clouds of Woe! ye veil each fprightly grace "That us'd to fparkle in Maria's face. 86 My. tuneful Anna to her lute complains, But Griefs fond throbs arrest the parting ftrains."Fair, as the filver bloffom on the thorn, Soft as the fpirit of the vernal morn, Louifa, chafe,thofe trembling fears, that prove "Th' ungovern'd terrors of a Sifter's love. They bend thy fweet head, like you lucid flow'r, "That fhrinks and fades beneath the Summer's fhow'r. 66 Oh! fimile my Sifters, on this deftin'd' day, And with the radiant omen gild my way!"And thou, my Brother, gentle as the gale, Whofe breath perfumes anew the bluffon'd vale, "Yet quick of Spirit, as th' electric beam, "When from the clouds its darting lightnings fream, Soothe with inceffant care our Mother's woes, "And hush her anxious fighs to foft repofe. * Tuneful Anna-Mifs Anna Andre has a poetical talent. |