ADVERTISEMENT. THE energy and native genius of these Fragments, must be the only apology which the Editor can make for thus intruding them on the Public Notice. The FIRST I found with no title, and have left it so. It is intimately connected with the dearest interests of universal happiness; and much as we may deplore the fatal and enthusiastic tendency which the ideas of this poor female had acquired, we cannot fail to pay the tribute of unequivocal regret to the departed memory of genius, which, had it been rightly organized, would have made that intellect, which has since become the victim of phrenzy and despair, a most brilliant ornament to society. In case the sale of these Fragments evinces that the Public have any curiosity to be presented with a more copious collection of my unfortunate Aunt's Poems, I have other papers in my possession, which shall, in that case, be subjected to their notice. It may be supposed they require much arrangement; but I send the following to the press in the same state in which they came into my possession. J. F. VOL. IV. Ꮓ POSTHUMOUS FRAGMENTS. 10 15 AMBITION, power, and avarice, now have hurl'd "Oh God! my wife, my children-Monarch thou "For whose support this fainting frame lies low; "For whose support in distant lands I bleed, "Let his friends' welfare be the warrior's meed. "He hears me not-ah! no-kings cannot hear, "For passion's voice has dull'd their listless ear. "To thee, then, mighty God, I lift my moan, "Thou wilt not scorn a suppliant's anguish'd groan. "Oh! now I die-but still is death's fierce pain"God hears my prayer-we meet, we meet again." He spake, reclin'd him on death's bloody bed, And with a parting groan his spirit fled. Oppressors of mankind to you we owe The baleful streams from whence these miseries flow; For you how many a mother weeps her son, Snatch'd from life's course ere half his race was run!. For you how many a widow drops a tear, In silent anguish, on her husband's bier! 'Is it then thine, Almighty Power," she cries, Whence tears of endless sorrow dim these eyes? Is this the system which thy powerful sway, "Which else in shapeless chaos sleeping lay, "Form'd and approv'd?-it cannot be--but oh! "Forgive me Heaven, my brain is warp'd by woe." 'Tis not he never bade the war-note swell, 25 30 35 He never triumph'd in the work of hell- Thine are the crimes for which thy subjects bleed. When man unsullied by his leaders' crime, Their stern oppressor pleas'd appears awhile, |