THE MAGDALEN CHURCHYARD, FROM THE FRENCH OF J. J. REGNAULT WARIN, AUTHOR OF ROMEO AND JULIET, THE CASTLE OF STROZZI, Úc. TRANSLATED BY SAMUEL MACKAY, A. M. EX-PROFESSOR OF THE FRENCH LANGUAGE IN "Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow; "A blow, which, while it executes, alarms, "And startles thousands, with a single fall.".....Young, Med in the Boston; PUBLISHED BY HASTINGS, ETHERIDGE AND BLISS, AND AT THEIR OFFICE IN CHARLESTOWN. 1809. LB PUBLIC LIBRARY 735861 A ASTOR, LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R 1934 L DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS, TO WIT : BE it remembered, that on the twenty first day of April, in the thirty third year of the Independence of the United States of America, Samuel Mackay, of the said district, has deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit: "The Magdalen Churchyard, from the French of J. J. Reg"nault Warin, author of Romeo and Juliet, The Castle of "Strozzi, &c. Translated by Samuel Mackay, A. M. Ex-pro"fessor of the French Language in Williams' College. "Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow ; "A blow, which, while it executes, alarms, "And startles thousands, with a single fall."....Young. "VOL. III." In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States, entitled, "An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned;" and also to an act, entitled, "An act supplementary to an act, entitled, An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies de tioned; and extending the signing, engraving, and et the times therein menhereof to the arts of derical and other prints." WM. S. SHAW, Clerk of the District of Massachusetts. THE MAGDALEN CHURCHYARD. EIGHTH NIGHT. "GREATNESS of origin, might of thrones, majesty of supreme power, are you then but the tinsel chimera of seducing delusion; the fantastical fabric of accumulated clouds, piled in the horizon at the decline of day, dazzling our imagination with the vivid tints of their dying colours, and which a ray of the setting sun dispels? The sweeping hand of the revolution has rent the veil, the monarch, who was formerly lulled to sleep by the enchanting melody of music, who voluptuously pressed the down of a royal couch, |