Thou hears't my prayer—I feel thy holy flame—
And future joys in bright succession rise,
And mutual love and friendship—sacred name!
And home and all the blessings that I prize.
Thou, Memory, lendst thy aid, and to my view
Each friend I love, and every scene most dear,
In forms more bright than ever painter drew,
Fresh from thy pencil's magic tint appear.
Roll on, ye lingering hours, that lie between,
Till Truth shall realize, and Virtue bless, the scene.
—R.
N. E. Quarterly Mag., No. III-271, Oct.-Dec. 1802, Boston.
ALBERT OF WERDENDORFF.
OR, THE MIDNIGHT EMBRACE.
A German Romance.
Nocturnus occurram furor. Hor.
Port Folio, IV-334, Oct. 20, 1804, Phila.
[M. G. Lewis, Tales of Terror, 1799, Kelso.]
ON THE DEATH OF MR. HANDEL.
In the midst of the performance of his Lent Oratorio, (1759) of the Messiah, nature exhausted, he dropt his head upon the keys of the organ he was playing upon, and with difficulty raised up again. He recovered his spirits, and went on with the performance until the whole was finished. He was carried home, and died.