In the cloud-envelop'd sky Hark! that shout of wild dismay- Hark! that loud and last farewell, New York, 1 June, 1822. FLORIO. TO A DESERTED FAIR ONE. By Sir Robert Ayton, 1650. I do confess thee sweet and fair, And near I might have gone to love thee, That lips could speak, had power to move thee; As worthy to be loved by none. I did pronounce thee sweet, yet find Thy favours are too like the wind The morning rose, that untouched stands, *General Desnouettes. Such fate ere long will thee betide, And I shall sigh, while some will smile Hath brought thee to be loved by none. LINES Written on the death of Professor Fisher, by Dr. James G. From the (New Haven) National Pilot. To thee, the light of mind was given, And wrapped thee in its wings of fame. The lambent light that round thee flowed, And bore thy restless eye afar, To read the fate of sun and star. Fain would we think the chain is broke, Thy grave is on a foreign strand, But friends shall gather round thy tomb To plant thy choicest laurels there. NEW YEAR ADDRESS, Of the Carrier of the Illinois Gazette to his Patrons on the first day of January, 1822. The following jeu d'esprit was handed about on New Year's Morning, by a merry wight in our Office, who doubles the characters of Carrier and Printer's Devil. As our Presidents, Governors, and other great men, fail not to have their speeches published for the amusement and edification of the public, we think it but fair that the Printer's Devil, who " only duns on New Year's Day," should enjoy the same immunity: particularly as he labours all the rest of the year for the benefit of others:-Let us always give the Devil his due.-ILL. GAZ. Ar Shawnee, when the cash was low, When merchants must their gains forego, Of paper passing currently. But Shawnee saw another sight, Of dreary dark insolvency. Then shook our sides with laughter riven, But brighter yet the smiles shall glow Of paper, passing currently. The Printers gather near and far, The Pressman grasps the massy bar, And issues paper fearlessly. The CARRIER brings you, fresh and wet, And gloomy mortals cease to fret, Amid a maze of novelty. "Tis morn; the olden year has fled, Another rises in its stead, And courteous John, with silent tread, The Printer's Devil! John has long Ranged in his columns decently. If marriages or deaths prevail, VOL. II.-NO. 2. And spreads it with alacrity. 22 Who knows if Alexander reigns If France has burst her British chains- Glow with the light of liberty? When Brougham spoke, or Byron wrote, How would the matter have come out, John told you when Imperial Nap Disclos'd, at large, the sad mishap In England's Royal Family. Nor failed the glorious news to bring, The pink of modern chivalry! How London's Mayor was made a knight, Erin the land of love and song! Forgot her chains, and joined the throng, Erin! the land of love and wine! Like Israel's flock, forsook her shrine, And bade the holy shamrock twine Nor this alone-his weekly round, The CARRIER went with look profound, And Shawnee's sons have read the lore, Such are his toils through heat and cold, That 'tis a custom sage and old, TO PAY for his fidelity. How oft our Editors display, John only duns on NEW YEAR'S DAY, My song is o'er. Aproach ye brave, That John may join your revelry. Few days until again we meet, Fresh news shall fill my spreading sheet; To every door the CARRIER's feet, Again shall bear him willingly. WAR! In evil hour, and with unhallow'd voice Did he begin to sing, he first who sung With bloody spoil and tyrannous conquest, dares Hath paid unseemly reverence, yea, and brought If they that make the cause might taste the effect, To do their bidding; - Ah, who then regards |