Unconscious that her image there,

Held every sense in fast controul.

7.

Through hours, through years, through time 'twill cheer,

My hope in gloomy moments raise;

In life's last conflict 't'will appear,

And meet my fond, expiring gaze.

ON THE DEATH OF Mr. FOX, THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN THE MORNING POST.