is friends,
Was plung'd into a wat'ry grave.

But He, who guards the Sea-boy's head,
He, who can save or can destroy,
Snatch'd up to Heav'n the purest soul
That e'er adorn'd a SAILOR BOY.

_Salem Gazette,_ Oct. 29, 1805.

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EARLY RISING.

WIVES, _awake! unveil your eyes;
Sluggards, no more yawning;
See the Delphick god arise,
Bright Apollo dawning._

_Husbands, rouse at love's alarms,
Drowsy slumbers scorning;
Rovers, quit your favourite charms,
Up! behold, 'tis morning._

_Virgins fair, have at your hearts;
Hymen's torch is flaming;
Cupid whets his pointed darts,
And look! the rogue is aiming._

_Fair the bud of beauty blows,
Mellow sweets are palling;
Crown us with the virgin rose,
And so prevent its falling._

_See the charms that nature yields;_
Why _sleep away your duty?
Arise! the fragrance of the fields
Is friendly to your beauty._

_Lads, for shame! abed till now!
Forsake them, and be wiser;
There's health and pleasure, you'll allow,
In being an early riser._

_Bound with ivy, bound with vines,
Youth serenely passes;
Bacchus round our temples twines,
And sparkles in our glasses._

_No longer drown the mind in sleep;
But breathe the vernal air!
Our hours may thus improvement reap,
And who has any t' spare_?

_Salem Mercury,_ May 17, 1788.

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_From the New Monthly Magazine._

=On seeing a Tomb adorned with Angels weeping.=

Though sculptors, with mistaken art,
Place weeping Angels round the tomb;
Yet, when the good and great depart,
These shout to bear their conquerors home.

Glad they survey their labours o'er,
And hail them to their native skies;
Attend their passage to the shore,
And with their mounting spirits rise.

Britain may mourn her Patriot dead,
And pour her sorrows o'er his dust:
But streaming eyes, and drooping head,
Ill suit those guardians of the just.

Parents may shed a tender tear,
And friends indulge a parting groan;
If these in mimic form appear,
Such pious grief becomes the stone.

But if the wounded marble bear
Celestial forms to g