So fpake Avaro; and the weeping maid Reply'd no more. Yet ere her native clime

For ever vanish'd from her aching fight, With him the lov'd one interview the cray'd:

Denied, the voice of interceffion broke; And, like the lamb, she met her rigid doom!

Not fo Fidelio. Him, confuming ire
And refolution mad, alternate, rack'd.
He heard that Mary (from his bolom torn)
Was now committed to the faithlefs deep;
And hearing, enter'd as a mariner
In the fame fhip; to Mary only known:
For forrow had already mask'd his face,
In fhades uncertain to the common eye.
But here their eager converfe was re-
ftrain'd,

Toward Petruchio's glance; nor known their thoughts

But by the filent eloquence of hearts
Expreffive in the eye; and this exchange
Oft interrupted by the prying look
Of deep fufpicion, envy, and contempt.
But now the moment came when danger
plucks

The bar diftinction made. Impending ftorms

Ride dreadful in the air; while Alpine feas

Seem raging for the fight; their forces

ADDRESS to a COTTAGE. [From Poems on various Subjects, by Charles Lloyd.]

HAIL, facred fcene of fimple joys
The little rustic cottage, bail
Such as I oft have chanc'd to spy
In far-off folitary vale.

I know thee by thy whiten'd, wall,

Thy lowly roof of warmest thatch, Thy hadowy arm, thy cafement warm, Thy humble door; and fimple latch. I know thee by the garden neat

Where many a useful herb is feen, Where wallflowers yield an odour sweet; And woodbines twine with jaffmines

There, if the fyftematic school
No fophift laws for life enact
To chain the free-born mind to rule-
The native feelings teach to act.
Affection fills the guileless heart,
Each knows that happiness is dear;
And fimple nature tries t' impart
That blifs to ev'ry object near.

Hail, ruftic cot, thy frugal board

Still may thy happy tenants fpread; Ne'er may they court the mifer's hoard, While blefs'a with peace and honest bread.

May virtue ever dwell with thee,
And nature's pure fenfations blefs
May pair ne'er rife to agony;
Nor even pleasure-to excels.

INCRIPTION

Nor think attention due to pomp alone
;
Behold here lies, beneath her kindred earth,
One high in goodnets, tho' of lowly birth;
Of foul unfain'd, and uncorrupted mind,
In manners gentle, and of heart refin'd:
One, who thro' life, forfook not virtue's
road,

But in her facred footsteps firmly trod. Say, fhall the proud, the mighty, claim the figh,

And unaffuming worth unheeded lie? Shall mad ambition funeral trophies raise, And fteal, from modest truth, her unfought praise !

Ah, no the feeling heart forbids the thought,

And fcorns that honour which is meanly bought.

The heart where Nature's genuine fervour glows,

On excellence alone, the tear bestows.

dom, but contains an abstract of the whole of it, with respect to foil, products, and face of country. Toward the northweft and weft, it poffeffes all the grandeur and romantic variety of the mountainous regions. The mid

dle part, from north to fouth, is equal in fertility to moft tracts of land in England. Part of the fouth and foutheast is marfhy, and affords excellent pafturage for cattle. Much flax is grown in parts of this diftrict. The feacoaft, except the fouthern parts of it, is, in general, naked and dreary, confifting of wide extended moors and barren hills.

This county is extremely well watered, and its rivers are difpofed in a fingularly beautiful manner. They rife, in general, in the mountainous fkirts of the county, from the northeaft round to the fouthweft; and, uniting as they proceed toward its centre, like the veins of a spreading leaf, at length terminate in one main trunk, which iffues in the Humber. Of thefe, the principal, and that which alone preferves its name to the Humber, is the Northern Oufe. The parents of this river are the Ure and Swale, rifing near each other in the romantic borders of Westmorland. 'Thefe, after collecting all the rills from this mountainous region, unite at Aldborough, and thence take the name of the Oufe, which now forms a large river. It flows through York, where it is navigable for veffels of confiderable burden; and afterward receives the Wharf, coming down from the northwest; then the Derwent, loaded with all the ftreams from the northeast; and, laftly, the Aire, formed by the united Aire and Calder from the weft, and joined, near its termination in the Oufe, by the Dun and its tributary ftreams from the fouthweft. By this difpofition, as far as these rivers can be made navigable, all the parts of this extenfive county enjoy an intercourse with each other, and with the fea.

Yorkshire is celebrated for its woollen manufactures. The clothing country, the great scene of the industry, wealth, and populousness of the Weft Riding, commences below Craven. The manufacture of woollen cloths

and ftuffs, of late years greatly increafed, extends over a tract, of which Leeds, Bradford, Halifax, and Wakefield, are the principal centres. The rivers Aire and Calder, flowing through the midft of it, give fruitfulnefs to the county, and facility to the conveyance of manufactures and raw materials. The Aire is navigable from Leeds; and there is a canal from this town to Holmbridge beyond Skipton, which was meant to extend to the distant part of Liverpool. With this, Bradford has a communicating branch. From Wakefield the Calder is made navigable to Sowerby, above Halifax. The plenty of fuel in this country, the introduction of machines to fhorten labour, and the industry and fobriety of the inhabitants (greatly promoted by the excellent mode in which the manufacture is carried on, which is by small makers in the little towns and villages, who take their goods to the larger markets) all thofe circumftances have caused trade to flourish here, at the expence of the western parts of the kingdom.

The Yorkshire woollens, befide home confumption, are exported in. large quantities to Holland, Germany, Ruffia, Spain, and Italy. The manufacturers receive their wool from various parts; fome from Spain, for the finest cloths: also from the fouthern parts of England, Shropshire, and Norfolk. The worsted stuffs are chiefly made of the long Lincolnshire and Leicestershire wool.

Yorkshire is likewife famous for its various hardware manufactories, which are established at Sheffield and several miles round that town; and, at Mabrough, near Rotherham, are a large foundry for cannon, and other extenfive iron works.

With refpect to commerce, as a maritime county, Whitby, which has the best harbour on the coaft, has a great traffic in the building of ships, the carrying bufiness, and the Greenland fishery.