The faithful Herbert, heard, appal'd,
A soldier's honor slighted;
Foresaw, by this disgraceful act,
His well-carn'd Laurels blighted.

With manly mind, and virtuous voice,
The base resolve resisted;

And back in Harlech's stately towers,*
To place his foe persisted.

not be surprised to hear: and, it ought not to be omitted, that Thomas, one of the sons of the family of Cochwillan, was beheaded at Conway by this Earl, on pretence of his having followed the Earl of Richmond, afterwards Henry the 7th into France.

*The Poets, to whom no historical event was unknown, describe Harlech as the Calais of their Country:

Calais Cymry rhag lluoedd,

"Caer gall a wnai Collwyn oedd.”

Cambria's strength, the fortress fair,

Her Calais proves, her Collwyn's care.

Howel, the Bard of the Herberts of Dôlgiog and Ragland, says, that there were seven thousand men slain during the siege, but it is incredible." Saethu 'm mol porth, saith mil pen."

We are, however, indebted to this siege, for the spirited strain, called the "March of the Men of Harlech,"

He sav'd his Glory, Einion sav'd,
Though this his race retarded ;*
Yet Fame-his own approving breast,

The heroic act rewarded.

How little is the Chief, though crown'd,
Unread-in IIonor's beauty,
Compar'd to him, of upright heart,
The Man who does his duty.

Had wealth, or favor, warp'd his soul,
These transient things had perish'd;
Even now his chaplet blooms anew,
By dews celestial cherish'd."

Fair Virtue, from her blest abode,
Beheld this trying hour;
And saw him, with intrepid front,
Resist degraded power.

*After Sir Richard Herbert's manly resistance to the King's will, as to the honorable performance of the articles of capitulation, he was never afterwards beheld with the eye of favor.

Beheld him, even life itself,
On her blest altars placing;
And saw her own, eternal tints,
The wreath of warfare gracing.

Offspring of Meirion's pastoral hills, Ye breasts, whom Worth inspires; Look back to Einion's patriot band,

And pleas'd-behold your Sires.

SONNET,

Written on seeing some beautiful Lines,

on

BAMBOROUGH CASTLE,

IN RICHARDS'S POEMS.

SONNET.

RICHARDS, I love the hallow'd line,
That blazons worth- the deed divine;
And when thy Durham owns the lays,
The world approves the voice of praise.

Yet, though he views, with eye benign,
The tidal tumult-war of waves;

"Tis CREWE, that on the cliff sublime,

On Bamborough'st summit saves.

*Of the family of Crewe-hall, in the county of Chester.

Once the residence of the ancient King's of Northumberland; and, after passing through a variety of hands, John Forster obtained a grant of the Castle and Manor, from James the First, but it was forfeited by his descendant Thomas, in the rebellion of 1715, when his maternal uncle, Nathaniel Crewe, Bishop of Durham, son of Lord Crewe, purchased and bequeathed them to charitable uses; in 1757, the trustees appointed by his Lordship, began to repair the Castle, and fulfil the donor's benevolent views; among these, Dr. Sharp, Archdeacon of Durham, took the lead, entering into Dr. Crewe's design with the true spirit of charity; the attic part of the building is a great granary, from which corn is sold to the poor, in dear times, at 4s. per bushel, but its principal object is, the safety of mariners on its dangerous coast ; for this purpose, regulated signals are appointed, and two men on horseback, in stormy weather, patrole the coast all day, and