The Canadian times, 9 septembre 1823, mardi 9 septembre 1823

[" - Che Canadian Pimes.\u201cTO SHOW TUE VERS 4591: SAND BODY OF THE TIMES, THEM AND PRESSURE.\" \u2014 RPE AEE VOL.1 MONTREAL, TUESDAY SEPTEMBER :525.No.33.me amar \u2014 ere ee = eno meme Sr = PRINTED AND PUBLISHED ON TUESDAYS AND ERIDAYS, BY BOWMAN & SPARITAWK|, No.6, St Francois Xavier Street.Selected Porte, In the soothing softness of this picture, we.discern all that gave value to the dheepe, tnt of the noon-day radi, Henee it is that 2land, though theref ate thousands of nWho, since the days thea the kindness of Cromwel).haven born, and ted, and wd goodness of the Irish heart, without its have fiourished, arcen happy with the depravity ; its Füthltilness and devot \u201cnves \u2018lulness of the soil yet foreigners in the without its fiereeness, cq \u2018 ; nom RUYMES ON TE ROAB, BY T.MOOKE.Lort Byro's Memoirs, written by himself.\u2014 Reflections when about to read then, Let me, un moment,\u2014ere with fear and hope Ofgloermy.glorious things, these leaves | ope\u2014 As one, 2 fry tale, to whom the sky Of sone cuclianter\u2019s s2eret halls is wiven, \u201d Doubt, while he cuters, slowly, tremblingly, If he shall incet with shapes from hell or heu- veu\u2014 Let ne, à moment, think what thousands live er the wide earth this instant, who would give, Glidly, whole sleapless nights to bend the brow Over these precions leaves, as 1 do now, How all who know\u2014and where is he unknown 4 \"Fo what lar region have his tong: not fiuwn, Like Psap.on\u2019s birds* speaking their master's me, In evtey Tauguage, svllabled by Fame ?\u2014 How ull, who've lelt the various spell: combin'd Within the circle of that splendid mind, Like pow\u2019rs, derived from muny nstar, and met \u2018Toacther in some wondrous amulet, Would burn to know when (iret the lizht awoke fu his vorurs soul\u2014and il the wleam: that broke From that Aurorn of his renin, rai='d More bliss or pain in these on whom they buz'd\u2014 Would love to trace the unfolding of that power, Which haih grown ampler, grauder, every hour; And feel, in watching o'er its first advance, Asdid OC Egyptian traveller when he stood By the young Nile, and futhom*l with his Janco \u201cI'he first small fountains of that mighty Hood.They, too, who, \u2018mid the scornful thoughts that dwell Tu his rich ianey, tinging all its strewns, Av if the Star of Bitterness, which fell On eurth of old, had touch'd beans, \u2018 Can track a spirit, which, though driv'n to hate, From Nature's hands came kind, affectionate § And which, evn now, struck as it is with blight, Comes out, at times, in love's own native light\u2014 How gladly all, who've watch'd these struggling rays OF a bright, rain'd epirit throngh hi lays, Would here inquire, as from lus own frank lips, What desolating grief, what wiongs had driven That noble nature into cold eclipse\u2014 Fake \u201conte fuir orb that, once à sun in heaven, And born, not ously La surprise, hat cheer Wah warmth wad lustre all within its sphere, Few «oo quench*d.that of its grandeur lasts Nouzht, bul the wide, cold shadow which it casts! Eventfal volume: whatsoe'er the change Of scene and elime\u2014th* adveutures, bold strange The eriel~\u2014the frailties, but {oo fraukly told\u2014 The love, the forle thy pages thay unfold, I Truth with half «0 promot a hand unlocks His virus ie iis failinge\u2014we shall find The record there of friendships, held like rocks, And comties, Nike sum touch'd snow, resigu'd\u2014 OF fealty, eherish\u2019d withgut change or chill, lu those who served him, young, und serve him still\u2014 Of generous aid, giv'n with that noiseless art Which wakes not pride.to many a worunled heart\u2014 Qi aet\u2014but, no-aof from himself must anght the bright features of this life he sought.Mile thoy, who court the world, like MILTON's ; cloud.= Turn forth their silver lining\u201d on the crowd, Thats gifled Being wraps himeelf in nicht, Amd, keeping ull that softens, and adorns, And wilds his social nature hid from sight, Furus but ite darkness on a world he scorns, % Psushoun, in ender to attract the attention of the worll, taag'it multitudes of birds to speak is ame, ud then let them fly away in various dirce- \u201con: whence the proverb, Psaphonis aves.\u201d t Bruceand .1 + Did a sable clond \u201cTarn forth ber silver lining ou the nixht?\u201d Comus, SONG.Fil meet thee ag the midnight hour, When there light the stars are weeping Der the ru es ot our bower, In their pleasant o loars sleepin, Like a spirit T will liste, Roitiy thy dear Loom sccking, Fi) che ca-tern elonds are dyed, With the Veht of moruing breaking.\u201chow shat bid thy faire hands rove \u2019 + nt Der thy soft lutes silver slumbers, Wakinee sounds of some and love lu their sweet Halian numbers.Then I'D nake for thy dark hair, .A caronal of mo mlit roses, Lvry rose-blush but less fair Phan that en which thy check repocez.Oz wit thy heart 0 near to mine That 1 feel its ev'ry motions Many wild tules