With classic toil he sought: He sought the crown which martyrs wear, Here come, ye thoughtless, vain, and gay, And learn the worth of time: This flower, that droop'd in one cold clime, To immortality, In full perfection there shall bloom; London, 27th Feb. 1808. ON READING THE POEM ON SY SOLITUDE. IN THE SECOND VOLUME OF H. K. WHITE'S Bur art thou thus indeed alone?" Quite unbefriended-all unknown ?? Is not his voice in evening's gale? Each fluttering hope each anxious fear JOSIAH CONDER. TO THE 1 MEMORY OF H. K. WHITET BY THE REV. W. B. COLLYER, A. M. O, LOST too soon! accept the tear All the wild notes that pity loved Awoke, responsive still to thee, While o'er the lyre thy fingers roved b.k In softest, sweetest harmony. Aud Asalá The chords that in the human heart Amidst accumulated woes, That premature afflictions bring, Submission's sacred hymn arose, Warbled from every mournful string. When o'er thy dawn the darkness spread, Religion heard no 'plainings loud Cold is that heart in which were met O partial grief! to mourn the day Oft genius early quits this sod, Spreads the light pinion, spurns the clod But more than genius urg'd thy flight, ON THE DEATH OF H. K. WHITE. Too, too prophetic did thy wild note swell, Impassion'd minstrel! when its pitying wait Sigh'd o'er the vernal primrose as it fell Untimely, wither'd by the northern gale. * See Clifton Grove, p. 16, ed. 1803. Thou wert that flower of promise and of prime ! Whose opening bloom, 'mid many an adverse blast, Charm'd the lone wanderer through this desert clime, But charm'd him with a rapture soon o'ercast, To see thee languish into quick decay. Yet was not thy departing immature; For ripe in virtue thou wert reft away, And pure in spirit, as the bless'd are pure; Pure as the dew-drop, freed from earthly leaven, That sparkles, is exhaled, and blends with heaven !❤ T. PARK. Young, I think, says of Narcissa,' she sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.' END OF POETICAL REMAINS LETTER S. TO HIS BROTHER NEVILLE. DEAR BROTHER, Nottingham, September, 1799. IN consequence of your repeated solicitations, I now sit down to write to you, although I never received an answer to the last letter I wrote, nearly six months ago; but, as I never heard you mention it in any of my mother's letters, I am induced to think it has mis carried, or been mislaid in your office. It is now nearly four months since I entered into Mr. Coldham's office; and it is with pleasure I can assure you, that I never yet found any thing disagreeable, but, on the contrary, every thing I do seems a pleasure to me, and for a very obvious reason,-it is a business which I like-a business which I chose before all others; and I have two good-tempered, easy masters, who will, nevertheless, see that their business is done in a neat and proper manner. The study of the law is well known to be a dry, difficult task, and requires a comprehensive, good understanding; and I hope you will allow me (without charging me with egotism) to have a tolerable one; and I trust with perseverance, and a very large law library to refer to. I shall be able to accomplish the study of so much of the laws of England, and our system of jurisprudence, in less than five years, as to enable me to be a country attorney; and then as I shall have two more years to serve, I hope I shall attain so much knowledge in all parts of the law, as to enable me, with a little study at the inns of court, to hold an argument on the nice points in the law with the best at |