time has been primarily surrendered through an act of obedience to a moral law established by himself, and therefore he moves then also along the orbit of perfect liberty.

Let it be remembered, that the advice requested does not relate to the government of the more dangerous passions, or to the fundamental principles of right and wrong as acknowledged by the universal Conscience of Mankind. I may therefore assure my Youthful Correspondent, if he will endeavour to look into himself in the manner which I have exhorted him to do, that in him the wish will be realized, to him in due time the prayer granted, which was uttered by that living Teacher of whom he speaks with gratitude as of a Benefactor, when, in his character of philosophical Poet, having thought of Morality as implying in its essence voluntary obedience, and producing the effect of order, he transfers in the transport of imagination, the law of moral to physical natures, and, having contemplated, through the medium of that order, all modes of existence as subservient to one spirit, conludes his address to the power of Duty in the following words:

To humbler functions, awful Power!
I call thee; I myself commend
Unto thy guidance from this hour;
Oh, let my weakness have an end!
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;

The confidence of reason give;

And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live!

M. M.

EPITAPH

FROM THE ITALIAN OF CHIABRERA.

Nor without heavy grief of heart did He,
On whom the duty fell, (for at that time
The Father sojourned in a distant Land)
Deposit in the hollow of this Tomb

A Brother's Child, most tenderly beloved!
FRANCESCO was the name the Youth had borne
POTZZOBONNELLI his illustrious House;
And when beneath this stone the Corse was laid
The eyes of all Savona stream'd with tears.
Alas! the twentieth April of his life

Had scarcely flowered: and, at this early time,
By genuine virtue he inspired a hope
That greatly cheared his country; to his kin
He promis'd comfort; and the flattering thoughts
His Friends had in their fondness entertained,
He suffer'd not to languish or decay.
Now is there not good reason to break forth
Into a passionate lament?O Soul!
Short while a Pilgrim in our nether world,
Do thou enjoy the calm empyreal air,
And round this earthly tomb let roses rise,
An everlasting spring! in memory
Of that delightful fragrance which was once
From thy mild manners quietly exhaled.

ЕРІТАРН

FROM THE ITALIAN OF CHIABRERA.

PAUSE, Courteous Spirit!-Balbi supplicates
That Thou, with no reluctant voice, for him
Here laid in mortal darkness, wouldst prefer
A prayer to the Redeemer of the world.
This to the dead by sacred right belongs,
All else is nothing.- -Did occasion suit
To tell his worth, the marble of this tomb
Would ill suffice: for Plato's love sublime
And all the wisdom of the Stagyrite
Enriched and beautified his studious mind;
With Archimedes also he conversed

As with a chosen Friend; nor did he leave
Those laureat wreathes ungathered which the Nymphs
Twine on the top of Pindus.-Finally,

Himself above each lower thought uplifting,
His ears he clos'd to listen to the Song
Which Sion's Kings did consecrate of old,
And fixed his Pindus upon Lebanon.
A blessed Man! who of protracted days
Made not, as thousands do, a vulgar sleep,
But truly did he live his life. Urbino
Take pride in him. O Passenger farwell!

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THE FRIEND.

THURSDAY, JANUARY 11, 1810.

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IRUS.

IRUS, the forlorn Irus, whose nourishment consisted in bread and water, whose cloathing of one tattered mantle, and whose bed of an arm-full of straw, this same Irus, by a rapid transition of fortune, became the most prosperous mortal under the sun It pleased the Gods to snatch him at once out of the dust, and to place him by the side of Princes. He beheld himself in the possession of incaleulable treasures. His palace excelled even the temple of the Gods in the pomp of it's ornaments; his least sumptuous cloathing was of purple and gold, and his table might well have been named the compendium of Luxury, the summary of all that the voluptuous ingenuity of men had invented for the gratification of the palate. A numerous train of admiring Dependents followed him at every step; those to whom he vouchsafed a gracious look, were esteemed already in the high road of fortune, and the favoured individual who was permitted to kiss his hand, appeared to be the object of common envy. The name of Irus sounding in his ears an unwelcome memento and perpetual reproach of his former poverty, he for this reason named himself Ceraunius, or the Lightening-flasher, and the whole people celebrated this splendid change of title by public rejoicings. The Poet, who a few years ago had

personified poverty itself under his former name of Irus, now made a discovery which had till that moment remained a profound secret, but was now received by all with implicit faith and warmest approbation. Jupiter, forsooth, had become enamoured of the Mother of Ceraunius, and assumed the form of a mortal in order to enjoy her love. Henceforward, they erected altars to him, they swore by his name, and the Priests discovered in the entrails of the sacrificial victim, that THE GREAT CERAUNIUS, this worthy son of Jupiter, was the sole Pillar of the Western World. Toxaris, his former neighbour, a man whom good fortune, unwearied industry, and rational frugality, had placed among the richest citizens, became the first victim of the pride of this new demi-god. In the time of his poverty Irus had repined at his luck and prosperity, and irritable from distress and envy, had conceived that Toxaris had looked contemptuously at him; and now was the time that Ceraunius would make him feel the power of him, whose father grasped the Thunder-bolt. Three Advocates, newly admitted into the recently established Order of the Cygnet, gave evidence, that Toxaris had denied the Gods, committed peculations on the sacred Treasury, and encreased his treasures by acts of sacrilege. He was hurried off to Prison and sentenced to an ignominious death, and his wealth confiscated to the use of Ceraunins, the earthly Representative of the Deities. Ceraunius now found nothing wanting to his felicity but a Bride worthy of his rank and blooming honours. The most illustrious of the Land were Candidates for his alliance. Euphorbia, the daughter of the noble Saxones, was honoured with his final choice. To nobility of birth nature had added for Euphorbia a rich dowry of beauty, a nobleness both of look and stature. The flowing ringlets of her hair, her lofty forehead, her brilliant eyes, her stately figure, her majestic gait, had enchanted the haughty Ceraunius: and all the Bards told what the inspiring Muses had revealed to them. that Venus more than once had pined with jealousy at the sight of her superior charms. The day of the espousal arrived, and the illustrious Son of Jove was proceeding in pomp to the Temple, when the anguish-stricken wife of Toxaris, with his innocent children, suddenly threw themselves at his feet, and with loud lamentations entreated him to spare the Life of her husband. Euraged by this interruption,