And though she shrunk not from the love of those Who were around her, and was never found In fretful mood--yet did they soon discover The rosy tinge upon her youthful cheek Concentrate all its radiance into one Untimely spot, and her too delicate frame Wither away beneath the false one's power. But lovelier yet, and brighter still she grew Though Death was near at hand--as the moon looks Most lovely as she sinks within the sea. Her fond devoted parents watch with care The fatal enemy: friends and physicians Exert their skill most faithfully. Alas! Could Love or Friendship bind a broken heart, The fading flower might be recalled to life. * * * * * She's gone, where she will chant the melody Of Seraphim _and live_--beyond the power Of the base. Then weep not, childless parents, weep not,-- But think to meet her soon. Her smile is yet More lovely now than when a child of earth: For she has caught the ray of dazzling glory And sweet divinity, that beams all bright Upon her Saviour's face; and waits to cast That smile on thee. ELIZA _Richmond, Va._ HALLEY'S COMET--1760. BY MISS E. DRAPER. Good George the Third was sitting on his throne-- His limbs were healthy, and his wits were sound; In gorgeous state St. James's palace shone-- And bending courtiers gather'd thick around The new made monarch and his German bride, Who sat in royal splendor side by side. Pitt was haranguing in the House of Lords-- Blair in the Pulpit--Blackstone at the Bar-- Garrick and Foote upon the Thespian boards-- {10} And pious Whitfield in the open air-- While nervous Cowper, shunning public cares, Sat in his study, fattening up his hares. Sterne was correcting proof-sheets--Edmund Burke Planning a register--Goldsmith and Hume Scribbling their histories--and hard at work Was honest Johnson; close at hand were some Impatient creditors, to urge the sale Of his new book, the Abyssinian tale. Italia smiled beneath her sunny skies-- Her matchless works were in her classic walls; They had not gone to feast the Frenchman's eyes-- They had not gone to fill Parisian halls: The Swiss was in his native Canton free, And Francis mildly ruled in Germany. Adolphus reigned in Sweden; the renown Of Denmark's Frederic overawed her foes; A gentle Empress wore the Russian crown; Amid the gilded domes of Moscow rose The ancient palace of her mighty Czars, Adorn'd with trophies of their glorious wars. Altho' the glory of the Pole was stain'd, Still Warsaw glitter'd with a courtly train, And o'er her land Augustus Frederic reign'd; Joseph in Portugal, and Charles in Spain-- Louis in France, while in imperial state O'er Prussia's realm ruled Frederic the Great.