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The following beautiful portrait

“ Can the Muse pass that hospitable will readily be recognized :



Where dwells in peace the mitred Sage, “ Heard ye the Shepherd's legendary Nor give one live of gratitude to praise

tale, Under old Mole, in soft Armulla's dale?

The second father of our antient lays ?

Prelate much honour'd, while the many Saw ye the villagers around hiin throng, Attentive still to hear his rustic song,

To weep o'er Isabel's sequester'd tomb, And Mulla, listning, stop her native They shall recall thy Hermit's tale of woe, speed,

While real tears for fabled sorrows Bow : To catch the sound of harmless Colin's They shall recall how valiant Douglas reed ?


[dead; Kilcolinan's woods with Colin's carrois

Ere he was 'number'd with the mighty Kilcolman's ruins sad remembrance bring.

How Percy, flow'r of knighthood, scorn'd Ill-fated swain! what boots it to have

to yield

[stain'd field. sung

[phies hung, On Northern bills and Cheviot's · bloodOf knights, of dames, of balls with tro

For me, who knew thee in my earlier years, Of tournaments and necromantic pow'rs,

And, sympathising, felt a father's tears, And damsels sleeping in enchanted bow'rs,

And saw that father, in the midst of grief, Fays, giants; goblins, dwarfs of horrid

Seek from Religion and his God relief mien,

Be mine thy Christian virtues to record : And all the glories of thy Fairy Queen!

O! be it Heaven's those virtues to reward!” Slow chilling Penury, the Poet's fate,

The following lines are equally And Disappointment, on thy evening

poetical and patriotic: wait,

“ Here Derry, London's friend *, and Hope for the morrow; Evil for the day ;

Ulster's pride, [tern side; To stoop to those who smile but to be.

With battlements adorns Foyle's Westray,

And once majestic oaks with spreading To know of sad dependance all the fears,

shade To court the bounty of reluctant peers ;

Their leafy honours o'er the lake display'd. From barb'rous spoilers not a remnant

But now the nymphs their wonted haunts save,

deplore, Worn down with cares, to sink into the

Hereynian forests are beheld no more : grave

Frantic with loss, the desolating heir Such were the suff'rings of Eliza's Pard;

The growth of centuries disdains to spare, This, Poesy exalted, thy reward!

Infatuate sets upon a single cast Flow, Mulla, flow; though Colin be The pride of ancestors for ages past, no more ;

[shore And hears unınov'd the frequent strokes Though Colin's Friend reluctant leave thy

resound, To court new smiles, and give his youth- That lay the forest level with the ground. ful sail

Britain, beware! for, should the time arTo all the dangers of Ambition's gale.”


[shall thrive,

When, Heav'n forefend ! nor elm nor oak Mr. Smedley brings to vicw, by various proofs , the misfortunes brought to float thy sov'reigu thunder o'er the

In glen, or valley, or on mountain steep, upon a Country by Inroads of Savage


[coast, Hordes and lu vasions; and introduces

Then shalt thou mourn thy wealth-deserted several historical anecdotes both of Then must the empire of the sea be lost.” persons and places; amongst which

Mr. Smedley adds, we are particularly delighted to meet

The flights of humour and of comic with a venerable and much-respected mirth,

[their birth: Friend :

Which Farquhar penn'd, to Derry owe security to those who had made successful captues.-Ann. 1665, several rich prizes, taken from the Dutch, were brought into Kinsale.-1667, Sir Jeremy Smith came into Kinsale with eight men of war and some Dutch prizes of great value; two English East Indiamen, valued at £300,000. anıl the West India fect of 130 sail, were preserved in Kinsale harbour.-In 1679, the St. David, with twenty East Indiamen, and forty other rich merchantmen, waited for a convoy from England.-In 1678, several rich French prizes wer brought in.-In the beginning of May, 1703, the Virginia fleet came into Kinsale. --November 16, 1704, the transport ships from Portugal sailed from Cork.--1705, the homeward-bound Virginia feet, 19 sail, came into Kinsale harbour, as also, on the 28th, five ships of the line and nine rich East Indiamen. These, among many other ivstances, are sufficient to show the value of these two ports to Great Britain."

*. «Many Companies belonging to the Corporation of Loudon have large estates in this part of Ireland.”


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her way,

Thalia, though she blush at many a page, Where peasantry neglected bide the storm, Mourns her lost state when l'arquhar quits And to their wants their habitation form. the stage,

Where day's pale gleam with difficulty Sees Duiness re-assume her leaden reign,


[roll; Till Sheridan shall bavish her again.” From the same crevice see black vapours The First Part of the Poem ends

A squalid race behold, from terror mute,

With hunger clam'rous, huddled with the with a prophetic address from King

brute, Alfred to Erin, his native country ;

Nurturd in iguorance, and sunk in slotl, which, passing through the glories of These heirs of Penury, allied to both, Elizabethan triumphs, thus concludes : Feed with and imitate whate'er they see “O!'waft me to those happier days of

In these associates of their misery. peace,

(shall cease.

Their distant lord knows nothing, nothing When feuds and groundless jealousies

sees, Then if the Gaul's fell treachery prevail,

Suffers no steward to disturb his ease, And dastard Europe in her duty fail;

No province of its gold untimely drain's, If Erin, whom each novelty beguiles,

No tenant of his last best hope distrain'd. Deluded listen to the serpent's wiles,

“ Back to your homes, ye triflers, haste Britain alone shall from her daring height

away! See the storm lour, nor tremble at the Palæmon's cultur'd boundaries survey; sight;

See in their master's presence, doubly Shall bid her pilot boldly seize the helm,

blest, And guide the tow'ring vessel of the realm'.

Stout youth employ'd, see feeble age at Westward, with swelling sail, she makes Their focks increasing, dreary wastes im

prov'd, The flag of Union eager to display: Palæmon equal with themselves belov'd. She rolls her thunder v'er Rebellion's When thus contrasted with your own diswaves,

tress, And hapless Erin from destruction saves. Ye view these sons of humbler happiness, Hence sister isles shall to Time's latest

If e'er the godlike wish pervade the heart, hour,

Such plans to try, such blessings to im.. Regardless of a restless tyrant's pow'r,


[flow Nor meaniy yield, nor fearfully despair, Check not the impulse ; let your bounty But equal perils, equal triumpiis share.”

Full, plenteous, as your native rivers go: The Second Part describes “ Lough If health the salutary draft demand, Allen, the Source of the River

Seek Mallow's waters in your native land;

Or Counel, in whose spring old fables Shannon, the grand feature of the

trace Inland Part of Erin, dividing it


The noble blood of Boriom's slaughter'd inio East and West the Places of note on its Banks and its Neigh- Thankful for the pleasure we have bourlioud, and the Historical Sub- received from the 'perusal of this jects alluding to them - a Descrip- Poem, we shall introduce Mr. Swed, tion of an Irish Fair, &c.—the Beau- ley in propriú personå : ties and Advantages of the Shannon

“ Mute is the tongue of Erin's tuneful enumerated — its present State de

King, scribed, and fuiure Glory announced.”

Cold is the hand that swept the silver And tlie Poem concludes with a De

string; scription of the Lake of Killarney, But, while his harp remains, it still reand an Irish Wake.

calls Here again the Author's laudable Terrific measures in resounding balls; Patriotism breaks forth :

War, tumult, shouts of triumph, dying “ Had I a Propliet's voice, I might re


[tones. cal

Love's playful strains, and Pity's melting The native Lord to his deserted ball, Six valiant sons around their Monarch Here might send back those wanderers,


[good; wbo roam

(home, Of chieftains first, and best among the In search of happiness, best found at As the light chords he swept with magic 13 it for health to Bladud's springs ye skill,

[will: haste,

He mov'd their warring passions at his Your wealth in pamper'd luxury to waste ? Rude though himself, each faithful kern Or where light Fashion, with her rotries,

admires sports

[courts? Th' exalted virtues of departed sires, In balls, in banquetings, and crowded Feats of the brave he sung--the robber The rich domain forsaken or forgot,

Dane, The park, the castle! the sequester'd spot Igvailing foemen, friends in battle slain ;


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Shame and disgrace the coward's certain IHILOMATHES is too ludicrous, meed,

Our Country ( orrespondent's BALANCE Eternal bliss to those who nobly bleed. shall be paid to the Society in CRAYEN

If hap'y I, without a viuse of fire, STREET His Letter was so far advanced Have dar dio touch the chords of Erin's in the press, that it could only be corlyre,

Tected, noi wholly omitted. Hare faintly sung of desolated woods, Veritas asks whether there is any fund Meads, mountains, lakes, and their pro- in London for Clergymen's Widows, withlific foods,

out their husbands having been subscriThe weakness of the Bard in pity spare; bers ? ---Answer. There are many, wbich Few well describe high-sounding deeds of may be solicited as gifts, but none that

can be claimed as mal'er of right. Yet if, fond hope! the verse successful A Son of the late Mr. Beckwith, Editor prove,

of “ Fragmenta Antiquitatis," and neAdding one convert to his Country's love, phew of the late Mr. Inomas Beckwith, of Erip no more shall at her lot repine, York, F. A. S. possesses a complete MS But with the oak her hallow'd grass en- copy of Domesday Book so far as relates twine,

to that County, with a good Index, tranAnd formi (more envied than thy laurel, scribed from one formerly belonging to Rome!).

the late Dr. Burton, of York, which is A wreath to decorate the Poet's tomb." perfectly useless (because unintelligible)

to himself; but might be regarded as a INDEX INDICATORIUS.

help to an Antiquary in his Topographical WE have not been inattentive to G. researches, and a great curiosity by others. W. Li's second hint respecting a Portrait The MS, may be seen at Mr. Carpenter's, of our worihy friend Mr. Gorch. An at- Bookseller, S14, Holborn. teinpt has been made ; but, we are sorry In Rees's Cyclopædia, art. Flute, it is to say, has not sur'ceeded.

asserted, on the anthority of Mr. CastilWe have long witnessed and admired lon, that the Flutes of the Anticpls were the talents and the meritorious exertions of sounded by a Reed ; and that there were Mr. DIBDIx; were present at the first re- two sorts of them, in one of which the presentation of “The Padlock;" have Reed was visible, as in our Hautboy, but listened to his Balads at Ranelagh; and concealed so the other. This is directly applauded his Tyrlæan Elegies in Leices. contrary to the opinion of Dr. Burney. ter Fields : and, with such sentiments, If any gentleman would consult Berlin cannt possibly have an inclination in the Menoirs 1774, vol. V. and give an abridge slightest degree either to injure the Veteran ment of Mr. Castilion's proofs, he would Minstrel or to wouni his feelings. We oblige the Writer of this article, who is allude to an article in our last, p. 499, engaged in preparing for the press a work which states (in the words of a very spec. on Acoustics. C. J. S. table Provincial Newspaper) that the late M. C. Por asks for a method of deM. Ilavard assisted Nr. Dibdin in his stroying the large grey snalis which infest * Bustan ler,” and wrote some of his po. cellars, and other dainp situations, pular songs. But we have since Mr. Dih. To A. B. who asks, whether Sir Fraxdiu's own authori y for stating, that nej- cis Burdert had the purilege of frankrug ther Mr. Havard nor any other person but leiters when confined in the Tower; we himself wrote A SINGLE SONC of all those answer, that he doubtless had, as the productions which have been published House gave no order to the contrary. under his naine."

The FOREIGN Coin sent from Ipswich We are sorry that A CONSTANT READER is too trilling to be worth engraving. should have hai the trouble of sepling a S. K's miserable Scratches would not second copy of his letter. The first was be worth using, even if they were genuine. untis e nsideration; but, though equally Nor do we wish for any Drawings that enemies to impo ilion with bimself, we are not good, and well authenticated. rưaily cannot consider the case he states K. (from Woodville Lodge) is received. to be within that descriptiou. He com- But we do not recollect the Coin. plains, ti'at a certain Bokeiler d-nands We do not by any means think our2s. 61. for a single Number of the Gentle- selves obliged to give Reasons to any man's Magazine for 1806 (now become Anonymous Correspondents, for omitting, scarce); and supposes that the saine per- or even not acknowledging, articles that son) would not buy Number of that year are wholly useless. Nor can we undertake even at a price 25 per cent diss Perhaps not. to return tiem, as they are in general sent But the cases are very different, between back to the Post OFFICE. a Tradesman's selling a scarce article Mr. Hamper's View 'of BEACONSFIELD which a customer actually wants--and CHURCU, Bucks, in our next; with a Plan buying on speculation what he bimself of the London BOTANIC Garden; HORAdoes not reant, and might never sell.

T10; &c. &c.




Odz for the Encania at Oxford, performed And Eloquence her thunder plies, in the Theatre July 3.

Or bids persuasive accents rise, By EDWARD COPLESTON, M.A. Professor of Soft scatter'd from her lips like wintry

Poetry. mute amaze the tranced Roman Still sounds the tuneful Doric choir, lay,

The Attic shell, the Mantuan lyre, What time on Afric's sultry zone,

That charm'd embattled Rome to stern In visions of the night was shewn

repose ; To his rapt mind celestial Glory's way.

Still glows the fount of heavenly fire, Before his wonderiog view was spread

That beam'd on him, first favour'd of

the Nine, The green Earth's lap, and Ocean's

[Troy divine. bed;

Who sung the wandering Chief, and tale of He inark'd how broad the barren Main Let low-born Pride the precious gift Stretch'd its inhospitable reign;

despise, How wide o'er all the chequer d land Let sullen Envy backward fling Lay wastes of snow, and seas of sand; The bounty of each earlier spring ; How thin dispers'd the space between, Be ours the task to guard the glittering Where fields and peopled towns were prize. seen,

Still as we tend the grateful toil, Like shadowy spots upon the fickle deep. Princes lend the cheering smile; Then caught his ear the theme sub

And Nobles of her loftiest line lime

England sends to deck the shrine, Of him who bade him upward climb, By Wisdom, Worth, and Learning To gain by patriot worth the glorious

won, steep;

[chime, Where Oxford seats her Patriot Son; Where, listening to

the mystic Well pleas'd in each maturer grace Unbodied spirits of the heroes throng, Of word and well-plann'd deed to Charm'd by that mazy dance, and un:lis

trace turbed song.

The manly promise of his opening morn.

Best Patriot hel whose steadfast way Thus, who that scans the rolls of ages past


Nor Courts, nor lawless Crowds can But views with grief from side to


(borne ; The spreading of the waters wide,

Nor light Deceit, on breath of Flattery

In hin, should clouds o'erhang the The gloomy mountains' form, and desert waste;



Yet shall that secret, self-approving
Though Greece her oliv'd hills
Tune the rich, thick-warbled song,

Calm every auxious thought, and cheer

the darkest hour.
And bright the purple vintage bloom
Arouud the stately towers of Rome;
Yet far-remov'd the climes, and few,

The Statue of the DYING GLADIATOR.
Where cultur'd plants of genius grew;

By George-Robert CHINNERY, Student of Like some Batavian pasture fair,

Christ Church ; recited at the Theatre. By toil severe and wakeful care

WILL then no pitying sword its sucWon from the cheerless void that slum.'

cour lend bers by:

'The Gladiator's mortal throes to end, And soon from Ocean's either bound

To free th' unconquer'd mind, whose gen'. Returning billows burst the mound;

rous pow'r Fast shrinks the land before th' af Triumphs o’er Nature in her saddest hour? frighted eve,

“ Bow'd low, and full of death, his head By Gothic waves encircled round;

declines, Wbile Paynim foods in fiercer tide ad- Yet o'er bis brow indignant Valour shines, vance,

(vast expanse.

Still glares his closing eye with angry And scarce a green isle leave to break the light,


Now glares, now darkens with approaching Yet happier deem not theirs the lot of yore:

“ Think not with terror heaves that Alike for us that vintage stream'd;

sinewy breast, For us the golden harvest gleam'), 'Tis vengeance visible, and pain supAnd ours the fruit that distant ages

press'd :

Calm in despair, in agony sedate,
And ever with revolving years

His proud soul wrestles with o’ermastering
Fresh fruits and flowers each summer

[yet, bears,

That pang ihe conflict ends-He falls not And gathering riches stell the store Seems ev'ry nerve for one last effort set, Combin'd with all that pleas'd before, At once, by death, death's lingering power While in our native woods and plains

to brave Fancy wakes her living strains,

He will not sink, but plunge into the grave,


foe !!


Exhaust his mighty heart in one last sigh, For his dark brow no comely wreath is And rally life's whole energy to die !


[bind. Unfear'd is now that cord, which oft

But iron crowns and blood-stain'd laurels ensnar'd

Far other objects here around us rise, The baffled rival whom his falchion spar'd; The monuments of nobler victories, Those clarions mute, which, on the mar- This splendid dome, yon goodly piles bed'rous stage,

[rage ;

[old Rous'd him to deeds of more than martial This favour'd ground adorning, which of Once pois'd by peerless might, once dear Our first great Chief, a patriot hero, chose to fame,

[his frame : For Learning's triumph o'er her barbarThe shield which could not guard, supports ous foes ; His fix'd eye dwells upon the faithless These are her honourable trophies ; here blade,

No spoils of plunder'd provinces appear; As if in silent agony he pray'd,

Our hallow'd fanes, our lofty spires, were “Oh might I yet, by one avenging blow,

built Not shun my fate, but share it with my By pure and bounteous hands, unsoild

with guilt ;

(springs Vain hope! the streams of life-blood fast Pure also was the source; the bounty That giant arm's upbearing strength must From holy Prelates, from religious Kings ;

Who in the peaceful walks of life pursu'd Yet shall he scorn, procumbent, to betray Their godlike occupation-doing good; One dastard sigh of anguish or dismay, And taught us, careless of a transient With one weak plaint to shame his parting


(claim breath,

Like them, to seek a worthier meed, and In pangs sublime, magnificent in death! Th' immortal recompence that Heaven

decrees “ But his were deeds unchronicled ; his

[peace. tomb


For charitable toils and generous works of No patriot wreaths adorn ; to cheer his “ Is there, who, nurtur'd in this bappy No soothing thoughts arise of duties done,


[retreat ; Of trophied conquest for his country won; Loves yet the mansion, Learning's choice And he, whose sculptur'd form gave death. Who yet these groves will honour, where less fame

his youth To Ctesilas--he dies without a pame! Was early train'd to Virtue and to Truth ;

Who liberal Art and useful Science woos, “ Haply to grace some Cæsar's pageant pride

And, by the Muse belov'd, protects the

The hero-slave or hireling-champion died,
When Rome, degenerate Rome, for bar-

Whose pa ieni labour, upabated zeal, barous shows,

Pursues that noblest end, his country's Barter'd her virtue, glory, and repose,


Watchful and resolute in her defence Sold all that Freemen prize as great and

With counsel sage and manly eloquence ; good,

For him fair Fame her clearest voice shall For pomps of death and theatres of blood!


'Till her high trumpet labours in his praise ; Verses written by the Reo. WILLIAM He, 'bove the Conqueror's name, shall

be renown'd; Crowe, Public Orator, and admirably delivered by his Son; a Communer or Him Glory still shall follow, and around Wadham College.

Laurels unstain'd, unfading palms shall STILI, through the realms of Europe: Such as he now prepares for Grenville's


(honour'd head.” far around

[; Echoes the martial trump, the battle's

ANOTHER ODE There many a nation, now subdued and broke,

For ns MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY, In sollen silence wears the Tyrant's yoke;

June 4, 1810. T'here the fierce Victor waves his sword,


GAIN shall Albion's votive strain and there

Salute the day's imperial dawn, Stalks amid ruin and the waste of war,

Thai hail'd her Patr:ot Monarch born, And, where he bids the din of arms to To rule and bless her fair domain :

From Union Realms shall Freedom's cease, He calls the silent desolation peace,

pæans rise,


Britannia's choirs make vocal earth and “ Yet what his prize of glory? what the gain

[slain ? Again shall Britain's thunders roar Of his wide conquest, of his thousauds From regal towers, from ocean's His guilty seat on thrones subverted

tides, stands;

Where her triumphant navy rides, His trophies are the spoil of injur'd lands; To guard her sea-encircled shore :


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