And now the murm'ring throng grew dumb,;

'Twas filence all-save where,

At intervals the mournful drum

Struck horror on the ear.

Now, with their death-fraught tubes up-rear'd,
The deftin'd twelve were feen-

And now the explosion dire was heard

That clos'd CABEYSA's fcene.

Another scene remain'd behind

For LAURA to supply

She comes! mark how her tortur'd mind
Speaks thro' th' expreffive eye:

"Forbear-will ye in blood (fhe faid) "Your cruel hands imbrue :

"On me, on me your vengeance shed,

"To me alone 'tis due :

"Relent-and to thefe arms again

"The valiant youth restore. "I rave already on the plain

"He welters in his gore.

Advancing

Advancing now, fhe pierc'd the crowd,
And reach'd the fatal place,

Where, lifting from the corfe the fhroud,
No femblance cou'd fhe trace.

"Is this-oh blafting view! (fhe cried) "The youth who lov'd too well!

"His love for me the law defied, "And for that love he fell.

"When will the grave this form receive? "The grave to which he's fled?

"There, only there, I'll ceafe to grieve.

She fpoke

And join'd the dead.

I L

IL LATTE.

Incipe, parve puer, rifu cognofcere matrem.

YE fair, for whom the hands of HYMEN weave
The nuptial wreath to deck your virgin brow,
While pleafing pains the conscious bofom heavę,
And on the kindling cheek the blushes glow :

Whose spotless foul contains the better dow'r,
Whofe life unftain'd full many virtues vouch,
For whom now Venus frames the fragrant bow'r,
And scatters roses o'er the deftin'd couch :

To you I fing.-Ah! ere the raptur'd youth,
With trembling hand, removes the jealous veil,
Where, long regardless of the vows of truth,
Unfocial coynefs ftamp'd th' ungrateful seal :

Allow the poet round your flowing hair,
Cull'd from an humble vale, a wreath to twine,
To Beauty's altar with the Loves repair,

And wake the lute befide that living fhrine:

That

That facred fhrine! where female virtue glows,
Where ev'n the Graces all their treasures bring,
And where the lily, temper'd with the rose,
Harmonious contraft! breathes an Eden spring:

That fhrine where Nature with prefaging aim,
What time her friendly aid LUCINA brings,
The fnowy nectar pours, delightful stream!
Where flutt'ring Cupids dip their purple wings :

For you who bear a mother's facred name,
Whofe cradled offspring, in lamenting ftrain,
With artlefs eloquence afferts his claim,
The boon of nature, but afferts in vain :

Say why, illuftrious daughters of the great,
Lives not the nurfling at your tender breast?
By you protected in his frail estate?
By you attended, and by you carefs'd?

To venal hands, alas! can you refign

The parent's task, the mother's pleasing care?
To venal hands the fmiling babe confign?
While HYMEN ftarts, and Nature drops a tear.

When