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"And be ye fure, when distant far I tray To fhare the dangers of the arduous day, "Your tender faithful amity fhall rel

“The * laft dear record of my grateful breáß.

"Oh! graceful Priettefs at the fane of Truth, "Friend of my Soul! and guardian of my Youth! "Skill'd to convert the duty to the choice,

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My gentle Mother! in whofe melting voice The virtuous precept, that perpetual flow'd, "With Matic warbled, and with Beanty glow'd,

Thy tears!-ah Heav'n!-not drops of molten lead, "Pour'd on thy hapless Son's devoted head,

"With keener fmart had each fenfation torn !

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They wake the nerve where agonies are born! "But Oh! reftrain me not! thy tender ftrife, "What wou'd it fave?-alas! thy Andre's life! Oh! what a weary pilgrimage 'twill prove "Strew'd with the thorns of disappointed Love !: "Ne'er can he break the charm, whofe fond controul, "By habit rooted, lords it o'er his foul, If here he languish in inglorious eafe, "Where Science palls, and Pleasures cease to please. 'Tis Glory only, with her potent ray,

"Can chace the clouds that darken all his way.
"Then dry thofe pearly drops, that wildly flow,
"Nor fnatch the laurel from my youthful brow !—
"The Rebel Standard blazes to the noon!
"And Glory's path is bright before thy Son!

*Laft dear record." I have a Mother, and three "Sifters, to whom the value of my commiffion wou'd

be an object, as the lofs of Grenada has much affected their income. It is needlefs to be more explicit on this fubject, I know your Excellency's goodness." -See Major Andre's laft letter to General Clinton, publifh'd in the Gazette.

Then join thy voice and thou with Heav'n ordain "While Andre lives, he may not live in vain!

He fays!and fighing feeks the bufy firand
Where anchor'd Nayies wait the wifh'd command.
To the full gale the nearer billows roar,
And proudly lafh the circumfcribing fhore;
While furious on the craggy coaft they rave,
All calm and lovely rolls the diftant wave;
For onward, as th' unbounded waters spread,
Deep fink the rocks in their capacious bed,
And all their pointed terrors utmost force,
But gently interrupts the billows course.

So on his prefent hour rude paffion preys! So fmooth the profpect of his future days! Unconfeious of the Storm, that grimly deeps, To wreck its fury on th' unfhelter'd Deeps!

Now yielding waves divide before the prow; The white fails bend, the ftreaming pennants glow; And fwiftly waft him to the western plain, Where fierce Bellona rages o'er the flain.

Firm in their ftrength oppofing Legions and,
Prepar'd to drench with blood the thirty Land.
Now Carnage hurls her flaming bolts afar,
And Defolation groans amid the War.
As bleed the Valiant, and the Mighty yield,
Death ftalks the only Victor o'er the field.

Foremoft in all the horrors of the day, Impetuous Andre leads the glorious way;

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*Impetuous Andre.-It is in this paffage only that fiction has been employ'd thro' the narrative of the

Till, rafhly bold, by numbers forc'd to yield,
They drag him captive from the long-fought field.-
Around the Hero croud th' exulting Bands,
And feize the fpoils of War with bloody hands;
Snatch the dark plumage from his awful creft,
And tear the golden crefent from his breast;
The fword, the tube, that wings the death from far,
And all the fatal implements of War!

Silent, unmov'd the gallant Youth furvey'd
The lavish fpoils triumphant Ruffians made.
The idle ornament, the ufelefs fpear
He little recks, but oh! there is a fear

Pants with quick throb, while yearning forrows dart
Thro' all his fenfes to his trembling heart.

"What tho' Honora's voice no more ball charm! "No more her beamy fmile my bofom warm! "Yet from thefe eyes fhall Force forever tear "The facred Image of that Form fo dear? "Shade * of my Love! tho' mute and cold thy charms, "Ne'er haft thou bleft my happy Rival's arms!

"To my fad heart each Dawn has feen thee prest! "Each Night has laid thee pillow'd on my breaft!

poem. Mr. Andre was a prifoner in America, foon after his arrival there, but the Author is unacquainted with the circumftances of the action in which he was taken.

*Shade of my Love.-The miniature of Honora. A Letter from Major Andre to one of his Friends, written a few years ago, contain'd the following fentence. "I have been taken prifoner by the Americans and ftript of every thing except the picture of Honora, which I concealed in my mouth. Preserving that, I yet think myfelf fortunate."

"Force fhall not tear thee from thy faithful shrine "Thou ne'er wert his, and fhalt be ever mine!

"'Tis fix'd!-thefe lips fhall refolute inclofe "The precious Soother of my ceaseless woes. "And thould relentless Violence invade

This laft retreat, by frantic Foudness made, “One way remains!-Fate whispers to my Soul Intrepid* Portia and her burning coal!

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"So fhall the throbbing Inmate of my breaft
"From Love's fole gift meet everlasting rest!"

While thefe fad thoughts in fwift fucceffion fire
The fmother'd embers of each fond defire,
Quick to his mouth his eager hand removes
The beauteous femblance of the Form he loves.
That darling treafure fafe, refign'd he wears
The fordid robe, the fcanty viand shares;
With chearful fortitude content to wait
The barter'd ranfom of a kinder fate.

Now many a Moon in her pale courfe had shed,
The penfive beam on Andre's captive head.
At length the Sun rofe jocund to adorn
With all his fplendor the enfranchis'd Morn.

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Intrepid Portia.

BRUTUS.] Impatient of my abfence, "And grieved that. young Octavius, with Mark Anthony

"Had made themfelves fo trong, fhe

"diftracted,

grew

"And, her Attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

"CASSIUS.] And dy'd fo?
"BRUTUS.

Even fo!

See Shakespear's Play of Julius Cæfar, Alt iv. Scene iv

Again the Hero joins the ardent Train
That pours its thonfunds on the tented plain;
And hines diftinguifh'd in the long Array,
Bright as the filver ftar that leads the Day!
His model temperance his wakeful heed,
His filent diligence, his ardent speed,
Each warrior duty to the Veteran taught,
Shaming the vain Experience Time had brought.
Dependance fcarcely feels his gentle sway!
He fares each want, and fmiles each grief away;
And to the virtues of a noble Heart

Unites the talents of inventive Art.

Thus from his fwift and faithful pencil flow
The Lines, the Camp, the Fortrefs of the Foe;
Serene to counteract each deep Design,

Points the dark Ambush, and the fpringing Mine ;
Till, as a breathing Incenfe, Andre's name
Pervades the Hoft, and fwells the loud acclaim.

The Chief no virtue views with cold regard, Skill'd to difcern, and generous to reward; Each tow'ring hope hix honor'd smiles impart, As near his Perfon, and more, near his heart The graceful Youth he draws, and round his brow Bids Rank and Power their mingled brilliance throw.

Oh! haft thou seen a blooming Morn of May
In cryftal beauty fhed the modeft ray?
And with its balmy dews refreshing fhow'r
Swell the young grain, and ope the purple flow'r?
In bright'ning luftre reach its radiant Noon,
Rob'd in the gayeft mantle of the Sun?
Then 'mid the fpenders of its azure skies,
Oh! haft thou feen the cruel Storm arife?
In fable horror shroud each dazzling charm,
And dafh their glories back with icy arm!

Thus lower'd the deathful cloud amid the blaze Of Andre's Destiny,-and quench'd its rays!

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