And still, where'er his eyes he cast, O'erturn'd his infant's bed he found, He call'd his child—no voice replied; But nowhere found the child! "Hell-hound! by thee my The frantic father cried, child's devour'd!" And to the vengeful hilt his sword His suppliant, as to earth he fell, Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, Conceal'd beneath a mangled heap,, His cherub boy he kiss'd! F Nor scratch had he, nor harm, nor dread But the same couch beneath Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead- Ah! what was then Llewellyn's pain, Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe, The frantic deed which laid thee low, And now a gallant tomb they raise, Here never could the spearman pass, Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass And here he hung his horn and spear; In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell! SPENCER. Day-break. Dawn of day! thy twilight dress, Dawn of day! how pure to me From God's footstool to his throne- Dawn of day! how wrapt thy hush Of stillness: ere from brake or bush Beasts do rustle-birds take wing, Or noise of any earthly thing Break in upon that holy calm, Which spreads o'er care celestial balm. Sweet, oh! sweetest, dawn of day! Like all that's sweet, how brief thy stay: For now the sun, in beamy spread, The Son of a Genius, In truth, he was a strange and wayward wight, BEATTIE. MR. LEWIS was the only surviving son of a gentleman, who had nearly expended a fine fortune in mechanical pursuits, which he had not the steadiness to follow so as to bring any single object to perfection, though he evinced powers sufficient to have fully effected that purpose. His son had received the education suitable for a liberal profession, but a direction of mind too desultory for any, until his seventeenth year, when he professed himself determined on embracing that of a painter;-a desire perfectly consonant to the wishes of his father, who obtained for him every aid his profession required; but, at the same time, by instilling the belief that on his genius alone he must depend for future fame and fortune, defeated in a great measure the benefits he bestowed, in providing his talents the means of cultivation; since his son was thereby encouraged to neglect that application necessary in every profession, and taught to rest on fortuitous means for producing that, which is the reward of well-exerted efforts and unwearied application of appropriate talents. The father died very soon after the son's choice of a profession was settled, leaving his affairs in a state of so much derangement, that his widow, who had always been a most affectionate wife and tender mother, was literally harassed to death with settling them. She had, however, the satisfaction of paying all his debts, reducing his scattered property to a tangible shape, and leaving her son in actual possession of about two thousand pounds, with which she hoped he would be enabled to set out advantageously in life; being assured by all who knew him, that he was a young man of the most promising talents, and being happy in the persuasion that he had an excellent disposition, and was not subject to any vicious propensity whatever. Young Lewis sincerely loved and lamented both his parents; but he neither took warning from the errors into which one had fallen, from following blindly a pursuit praiseworthy in itself, but ruinous to him from his mismanagement and mutability, nor followed the advice and example of the other, by |