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Or shipwreck'd mariner to save
Shall strive my dauntless soul,
Which round me threat'ning roll.
In contemplative mood,
The minister of good:
His sole relief from wo;
And Friendship's balm bestow:
And heave for him, the sigh;
Is felt my sympathy:
That feels the wound of sin,
Great Comforter within;
To light the gloomy mind,
A consolation find;
Than those from wealth that flow;
Can such pure bliss bestow.
Afford thee pure delight,
And joy, and endless light.
FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
A MONUMENTAL INSCRIPTION TO PERPETUATE THE RE
MEMBRANCE OF A DEPARTED FRIEND.
STRANGER! if thou canst shed a tear
Beneath this sod his manes slumber,
Pause then, I pray, whoe'er thou art,
His was a courteous spirit, free
The nicest sense of honour gaged
His strict fidelity and zeal
All too that knew him will allow
Nor could he, like a hypocrite,
Few were more diligent to stir,
No democrat, nor fed, nor quid,
A water-drinker, mild and frisky,
Reader! if Fame allure thee, pause,
FOR THE PORT FOLIO. MR. EDITOR,
The following is an extemporary effusion written at sea; it is the production of a youthful pen, and as such is submitted to your ordeal.
Moonlight and calm at sea.
Its voice does lose;
How sweet to niuse!
When ocean's swelling bosom bright,
Of many a star;
Is heard afar;
Tis then each rising care does sleep
In sympathetic power.
In such an hour.
The soul too fond is soothed to rest;
Nor thinks the storm is nigh;
Contesting with the sky.
'Tis thus on life's deceitful tide,
All free from care;
Then happy they, who list'ning hear,
And arms for every ill;
LORENZO. Atlantic ocean, Ju+16 20:1, 1809.
Various; that the mind
CRITICISM.-FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
Inchiquin, the Jesuit's Letters, &c. continued from page 317.
OF all the ingredients (and they are both numerous and varied) that enter into the composition of national character, there is, perhaps, none more interesting, or more extensively and importantly operative, none that can be turned to a higher account, than a wellregulated principle of national pride. This principle is so nearly allied to the love of country, that it might almost be regarded as another name for that virtuous attachment. No man can sincerely love his country, without being proud of his country--no man can sincerely love his fellow citizens, without being proud of his fellow citizens no man can love the constitution, laws, and government under which he lives, without being proud of these national compacts. So necessarily does a sentiment of pride grow out of, and identify itself with, a sentiment of affection.
What is it but a principle of national pride?—what but a noble and high-minded emulation of the achievements of his ancestors and countrymen, that nerves the arm of the soldier, and renders his soul invincible in battle? what but this laudable and ennobling sentiment has so long and with such certainty covered the British navy with unfading laurels? The British officers and seamen, it is true, surpass all other people in their knowledge of the science and