• LINES TO THE' EX-QUEEN. OF THE 'FRENCH. , Gentlest

of methere! Unthat fatal day When Orleans, etilancrown'd, in bitter r doubt

Was weakly yieldieg; thine wise it to slay Ambition's voice, and hush the maddening shout Of bad excitements; thine !twits to All from thy husband's breast but one entail voice, The voice of Conscience and of Tmtb: without Such aids' saidst then ill fortune guides thy choice. . Oh bad he hearken'd ten, well might he now rejoice. But 'twae not so; for statecraft gain'd, the day., Ana she who now varies in the grawV- Xmage...*Ber ashes!—oer thy lord held sway, • And'Wteri cried out, " Magnanimous-and brevet," — Thesofter counsel which; affection gave Unketkled past; and, haply, out of sight, • Thon'sbedcfst thy tears—ail impotent to save, But flours Witnesses; when known alight, Of rotee'succiestleaya,l, WM& slum day's garish light.

Old ocean thus,idcklifil itrid'Oaeld 'mood; iti glory Itip, 'zephyrs.* jirshoefzt of imaginable things, ia fi.?nrrsoi;x1fatail fgtnga

• Bright forifis; aud thete'refleettillieltPteitting wings Of myrijul argosies; there in '

The 'giddy enhooleny makes his Wink rings,-.o.

Emblems, which still 'the poet may _employ,

Of that vain glory which attaited begins to cloy.

Yet can this selfsame ocean, towed ou high,

Be tierce and direful as.dorottring flame, '

liaising his tumid billows to the sky,

And threatening heaven itself—the ?so., flame Of Earth now yields—the Wads their empire claim:

la this the lake which' but of late we knew

lIaposing sweetly, spiritless and butte, Fair as a sleepnig.beanty—gentle too— Which now its wrath so dire would give us cause to rue?

Noblest of Queens! not alter'd less thy mien In the last crisis of thy destiny,. .

When thou erect and flrni alone wed Seen, Thy husband's stay, DO tear upon thine eye!

Thom couldet the anger of the meb defy; Age had not bow'd thy spirit nor thy heart: For coneeious virtue can on self rely.

When coward counsels spoke the word "Deport,"

'Tvres thon;and thou alone, couldst act a heroine's part Dastardly spirits! couldst thou say to those, E'en to thy children, kneeling round the Throne,

Who rather timid wavering counsels chose Than the proud conduct which was all thine awn—

Better to die a Monarch, and alone,

' By treacherous friends deserted, than to fly! Like Cresar, thou the height of power heat known;

Dare then, like him, each traitor to defy, And learn, like Cresar too, with dignity to die.

Naples, fair land of luxury and ease!

Where pleasure dwells, and virtues stern decay, Where the bright vineyards and the placid seas Teach a degenerate race to while away Their wanton hours, and waste the livelong day— Blithe self-sown children of the teeming earth— Oh I 'mid a race so thoughtless and so gay, If test of excellence be moral worth,

Friusoe may well envy thee at least one heroine's birth.

• Madame Adelaide.