the cold earth, where he must die,
The fate of e'en the brave.--

The traveller will come, he cries,
He'll come who saw my beauty rise,
And anxiously enquire;
Where is the bard and warrior gone,
Where is Fingal's illustrious son,
Whither does he retire.

Then searching o'er the field and mead,
He lightly on my tomb shall tread,
But me he ne'er shall find:
Then I, my friend, like a true knight,
My sword shall draw, my prince to right,
And ease his troubled mind.

And this atchieved, with grief opprest,
Could plunge it deep in my own breast,
And eager for him bleed:
To follow him now half divine,
Hero of the Fingalian line,
Who by my hand was freed.

_Universal Asylum and Columbian Mag._, VI-50, Jan. 1791, Phila.

[Goethe, _Die Leiden des jungen Werthers_. Letter dated Oct. 12,
1772.]

AMYNTAS. [a].
A Pastoral Fragment.

[Prose translation.]

_Mass. Mag._, IV-351 June 1792, Boston.

[S. Gessner, _Amyntas_. "Bei fruehem Morgen kam der arme Amyntas...."
Idyllen, Erste Folge.]

PASTORAL ECLOGUE.
THYRSIS AND CHLOE.

[Prose translation.]

_Mass. Mag._, V-195, Apr. 1793, Boston.

[S. Gessner, _Thyrsis_.

_New Idylles By Gessner._ Trans. by W. Hooper, M.D., 1776, London. P.
25, _Thyrsis_.]

AMYNTAS.
A Pastoral Fragment from Gessner.

_N. Y. Mag. or Lit. Repos._, IV-584, Oct 1793, N. Y.

[Also in _Mass. Mag._, IV-351, June 1792, Boston.]

THE MORNING.
BY HALLER.

The moon retires--Nature's dark veil no more obscures the air and
earth--the twinkling stars disappear and the reviving warmth of the
sun awakens all creatures.

Already are the heavens adorned with its purple hues and its sparkling
sapphires. Aurora, fair harbinger of the day, graciously dispenses
smiles; and brightness of the roses which wreath her forehead
dissipates the mists of night.

The flaming of the world advances from the eastern gate, triumphantly
treading on the shining splendours of the milky way; clouds covered
with Heaven's rubies, oppose him with their lightning, and a flame of
gold spreads itself around the horizon.

The roses open to salute the sun with genial dews; and the lilies
exhale delicious odour