Entranc'd in more than mortal joys
My ravish'd senses dwell;
Oh curse on yon unhallow'd noise
That breaks the fairy spell!

Sounds as of ruffians drunk with wine

Offend my sober ear;

And other than of chaunt divine,

Or holy hymn I hear.

Sights other than of gothic grace
I see, or fretted roof;

And others than of storied glass,
Or pillar massy proof.

Alas! no more the well arch'd aisle

Extends its lengthen'd walks;

But o'er the desolated pile

The giant ruin stalks.

And mid rich sculpture's proudest charms

The gadding ivy crawls,

And scarce with all its hundred arms
Upholds the tott'ring walls.

Thus robb'd of fancy's elfin joys,

I bade the fane farewell:

And curs'd again th' unhallow'd noise
That broke the fairy spell.

THE SISTERS.

Written at Reculver.

By the white margin of the tide,
Lone wand'rer as I stray,

How free from care, how tranquil glide
My morning hours away!

Yet here my not inactive mind,
What various scenes employ;

For in this solitude I find
Variety of joy.

Whether amidst these sons of toil

That plough the swelling sea, On yonder bench I rest awhile, And join their joçund glee :

And briskly whilst from guest to guest Goes round the nut-brown ale,

I listen to the sailor's jest,

Or hear the woodman's tale:

Or whether on the pebbly beach,—
Eugenio by my side,-

At length my listless limbs I stretch,
And watch th' approaching tide:

And sometimes by the winding shore
I wander all alone;

And listen to old ocean's roar,

And hear the seagull's moan.

And oft as by the rolling sea

In thoughtful mood I stray,
The favouring Muse will deign to be
Companion of my way:

And, oft regardless of the shore,
She turns my wand'ring eyes,

To where, yon brown cliff peering o'er
The Sister spires arise.

Ye Sisters then, alas the while!

A pitying tear I pay;

To weep your venerable pile

Now hast'ning to decay:

For ruin,-ill betide the deed,-
Usurps each mould'ring stone;
And hastes, with unobstructed speed,
To claim ye for his own.

But oh !-nor let me plead in vain,~
Th' unhallow'd deed forbear;
Ye winds respect the holy fane,
And you, ye wild waves spare!

But yet if neither wind nor wave
Respect the tott'ring wall;

O son of commerce haste and save
The sea-mark from its fall!

Lest, homeward bound, thy luckless crew

Attempt this dang'rous shore;

And all in vain with anxious view

The Sister spires explore.

And thou with fruitless grief behold
Thy good ship dock'd in sand;
And all thy stores of future gold
Bestrew the length'ning strand.

But, oh! to winds untaught to hear
I pour the fruitless lay,

To waves unheedful of my pray'r,
And men more rude than they.

Ye Sister spires! though,-lasting shame!—
Your ruins strew the plain;
To blot the memory of your fame

Oblivion strives in vain.

For that to latest time consign'd,
Shall live, shall flourish long;
Your fame in Keate's soft tale enshrin'd,
And Stella's moral song.

And aye perhaps, if right I ween,

This little lay shall tell

To future times, ye once have been :

**See Keate's "Sketches from Nature;" and Mr. Duncombe's "History of Reculver and Herne."

Respecting this ingenious and accomplished young man, we are sorry that it is not in our power to make any addition to the following short notice, extracted from the Gentleman's Magazine for January, 1787

"Died at Rome, James Six, M. A. Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge. He was a young man of great natural abilities, and extensive learning. He understood the Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Italian, French, and German languages; and in most, if not all of them, had a well-grounded and accurate knowledge: of his classical and mathematical learning, the several prizes which he obtained during the course of his academical studies, are an eminent and honourable proof. Two beautiful odes, translated from the German, give no mean idea of his poetical powers; and as a draughtsman his designs were executed with wonderful neatness and elegance. To these accomplishments, which adorn society, he added a sweetness of manner, and a benevolence of disposition that endeared him to his family and friends, and gained him, wheresoever he