SYMPATHY.

Is there who mocks at sacred Sympathy,
And owns a bosom from her dictates free ?
Who never long'd to press unto his heart,
At the first glance, a friend, and never part?
Who the soft influence of a smile denies,
And the more melting power of tearful eyes?
Who an unconscious look, a word, a sigh,
Boasts his unhallow'd bosom can defy?
O never let him deem his soul was made

For holy hopes, and joys that never fade,

For pure delights, that love can only know,

And all the ties that cheer our hearts below:

The tender names of husband, brother, friend, Ne'er to his breast their blissful sounds shall lend, But cheerless, joyless, shall he live and die,

Nor claim in life a smile, in death a sigh!

M. A. J.

C

THE AFRICAN DAUGHTER.

A TRUE TALE.

AFTER a residence of several months in various parts of the United States of America, I passed the winter of 1809 in the town and neighbourhood of St. Mary, situated near the mouth of the river of the same name, at that time the south-eastern boundary of the Republic. I there became acquainted with a Mr. Mac Intosh, the proprietor of a small island within the confines of Florida, which he held under certain legal restrictions of the Spanish authorities at St. Augustine; and in the improvement of which he had displayed a degree of talent and energy quite unexampled amongst the ordinary subjects of that supine and corrupt government.

Mr. Mac Intosh was a native of North America, and, notwithstanding his provisional engagement with Colonial Spain, a most zealous citizen of the Union. He had had the advantage of a liberal education, for the acquisition of which he was early sent to Scotland, whence in due time he was transferred to the University of Oxford; and at the period to which I have

Published by William Pickering Chancery Lane. Oct4 1829.