All, in whofe veins their grandfire's generous blood,

Bearing to glory, roll'd its faithful flood; All, whofe high fouls on lawless power look'd down, [own; And what their hearts difclaim'd difdain'd to All who with lifted hands their God rever'd, And fill'd thofe temples which their fathers rear'd;

mountain-wave;

All from their native bowers, in dead of night,
Breathlefs with speed, and pallid with affiight,
The flaught'ring poinard preffing from behind,
And yells of murderers founding in the wind,
Flew to the fhores and feas-in fagile bark,
To tempt the fearful ocean, wild and dark;
Mute with defpair to hear the tempest rave
Loud round th prow which broke the
[ftorm,
To hold their defperate progrefs 'mid the
And face the spectre Death's tremendous form.
Full oft h's Pity, wandering round this shore,
Liften'd to hear the diftant dashing oar;
Of from these cliffs has Mercy stretch'd her
To lead the finking fugitives to land. [hand
You faw, while then of every joy bereft,
Cold on your fhores the languid band were
left;

No earthly (pot whereon to lay their head,
And wand'ring, hopeless of their daily bread,
You faw-and round them all your bleifings
pour'd,
[board;
Warm'd at your hearth, and cherish'd at your
Laid them at evening down to gentle rest,
And hung your fleeces round their naked
breaft."

The death of Louis. its effects on the arts and feiences, on nobility, rank, and chivalry, are next warmly touched on; and Britannia boafts her fucceffes in the cause of Liberty, not only in her own inland but all over the world, to which the hoped to have imparted a very different (pecies of liberty from what the French pretend to-

vale

"Where all is fled. In Seine's fequefter'd [pale. Lies wounded Freedom, fickly, faint, and All fad, her broken armour gleams around, And brothers blood imbrues the purple ground.

Murder an headless king before her lays, And burning palaces at diftance blaze; While defperate fiends, to speed her rueful end, [friend." Have dy'd her lance in gore, and call'd her Again thefe wretches Britannia animates her fons, and thus concludes: "But O, my Britons' when the field is won, And the wild wafteful work of war is done, When Conquest bears your ftandard through the skies, [flies, And thakes her plumes before you as the O then, my fons, your common being (can, And give to Gallia what is due to man ;

Give them that heavenly, patriotic flame, Which glow'd of yore in Somers' godlike frame; [fland

Give them in Nature's foremost rank to And walk with high-foul'd Britons hand in hand."

Eighteen lines, applicable to the occafion, were added in the recitation in the theatre, by Mr. Stibbert, on the fecond day of the Encænia.

156. The Language of Botany; being a Dietionary of the Terms made ufe of in that Science, principally by Linr.eus, with fami liar Explanations, and an Attempt to establish fignificant English Terms. By Thomas Martyn, B.D. F.RS. Profeffor of Botany in the Univerfity of Cambridge.

THE Icience of botany has of late been cultivated fo much and fo fuccefffully among us, that this publication cannot fail of heing confidered as a moft acceptable prefent. Dr. Martyn is em Miller's Gardener's Dictionary, one of ploved in preparing a new edition of the most fplendid, comprehenfive, and valuable books which Europe ever saw, The prefent may therefore be confidered as preparatory to that future work; and the object of Dr. Martyn is, to make the fcientific terms of botany eafy, familiar, and intelligible.

The Profeffor explains his purpose very much at large in a well-written preface, which it would be injurious to mutilate by any partial extracts; we

thall therefore content ourselves with giving a few examples of the manner in which the work is executed. The reader will every where perceive that a decided preference is given to the Linnean terms. Sir William Jones has objected, in fome refpect, to them, in his sketch for a botanical work on the fubject of Oriental plants; and perhaps his reafoning is not

wholly without force.

LINGUIFORME, lingulatum folium-a tongue-shaped leaf, linear and fleshy, blunt at the end, convex underneath, and having ufually a cartilaginous border, as in Mefembryanthemum, Aloe, Hamantbus boccineus.

MONOSPERMA planta. A plant that has one feed to each flower, as in Polygonum and Collinfonia A Monofpermons, or one-seeded plant-Monofperma bacca, a one-seeded berry, called Monopynena by the older botanical

writers.

PALME. The fixth family and the first of the nine great tribes, nations, or cafts, into which Linneus has divided all vegetables. They are placed in the appendix to the artificial fyftem, and take the lead in the natural orders, though Linneus had placed them only in the second place, in his fragments of a natural method.

ROTUNDUM folium-A round leaf. Quod angulis privatur. Philof. Bot. in p. 233. Rotundatum is opposed to angulatum. By this term, therefore, Linaeus does not men a circular or what we should call a round leaf in English; but one which has a curve, without any breaks for the circumfcribing line. Orbiculatum is his term for circular or round.

SITUS foliorum. Situation of leaves. Their difpofition on the ftem, as fellate, tern or threefold, &c-oppofite, alternate, scattered, rowded, intricate, fafcicled or in bundles, diftinet or in two rows. Winged petiole. Ala

167. Defcriptive Sketch of Wyddiall, in Hertfordshire, menfe Jun. A.D. 1789 (see p. 19).

AN octavo fheet, with a view of the church, and a broken figure painted in the North aile, which has its upper part divided from the bewing," and where there are many other fubjects of Chrift's paffion, or, as it is here called, "evangelistic hiftory."

Mr. GLASSE'S Sermon for the Emigrant Clergy, and fome others on the fame occafion, shall be duly noticed in our next Review.

FOREIGN LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. LAUSANNE. Mr. Exchacquet has juft published fome accurate relieves, in por celain, co oured, of different parts of Switzerland. The largest, reprefenting the lake of Geneva, and its environs, is about a foot long, and cofts two louis d'or. From one of thefe views a coloured print, in large folio, has been

made by Mr. Mechel, of Bafil; and Wyttenbach, of Bern, has published an explanation of it, under the title of Explication des renvois de l'eflampe entuminée qui reprefente la vue du St. Gotthard, c. "Explanation of the co loured Print reprefenting a perspective View of St. Gotthard, &c." 8vo. 32 pages. Shortly too will be published a map under the following title: Carte petrographique du St. Gotthard, &c. "A petrographical Map of St. Gotthard. This portion of the central Chain of the Alps comprifes the Mou ts St. Gotthard and de la Fourche, the Sources of the Rhone, Rhine, Tefin, and Reus, the Vallev of Urfern, the Levantine Valley, and all the neighbouring Mountains. By Meffrs. Exchocquet, Struve, and J. S. van Berchem. 1791." A circumftantial defcription of this map is promised.

NUREMBERG. Bernb Fried. Hummels Befchreibung entdeckter Alterthümer in Deutschland, &c. B. F. Hummel's Defcription of Antiquities difcovered in, Germany: publifhed by C. F. C. Hummel (his Son). 8vo. 199 pages. 1792. This is a very good, and tolerably full, defcription of G rman antiquities. It does not extend to coins, and excludes many trifling things of little importance.

ZURICH. Mablerifche Reife in die Italiänische Schweiz, &c. A Picturelque Tour in Itian Switzerland, with Etchings: by J. H. Meyer. long 4to. 75 pages, with 12 plates, and 2 vignettes. 1793. The plates here published are all well executed, and the views are well chofen, but they are not all new. Six of them are by Mr. L. Hefs. The text is merely a compilation, and intended folely to illuftrate the plates.

STOCKHOLM. The next century will have to add the late King of Sweden to the lift of royal authors. Some years before the war he had fpent many of his leifure hours in writing, and always carefully locked up his papers in a cheft, which, when he went to join the army in Finland, he depofited in the arfenal. After the peace, he took it thence, to add to its contents. A little before his death he directed, that this cheft fhould be delivered to the University of Upsal, and not be opened till 50 years after his decease. It has been placed in a fecure apartment in the library of that univerfity. What it contains no one certainly knows; but it is fuppofed, that there will be found in it memoirs of the times, and particularly of his own reign, with the neceffary documents.

Jen. Allg. Lit. Zeits

A

ODE TO PITY.

MIDST the fource whence Pity draws Her facred stream, by Nature's laws, To mitigate the fense of ill,

Some drops of pure delight diftill.

The conscious heart, that throbs and yearns,
Upon itself obfervant turns;

With honest pleasure glows to find
Humanity within enshrin'd;

And counts each drop of that blest show'r,
An off'ring worthy of the pow'r.
Thou moist-ey'd Mule (whose footstep loves,
Not in a gaudy day,

Nor where the painted minions of the spring
Their fafcinating fragrance fling;
But late in fhades, and cyprefs groves,

Beneath o'erhanging rocks to ftray;
Or thofe deferted glades to feek,
Where tomblefs ghofts glide by, and shriek :)
Hence the chafte thrillings, which enhance
Thy scenes above Mirth's feftive dance.
Hence to thy fad and folemn shows,
Thy strongly-imitated woes,

In fearch of pure delight,

The good and tender flock to weep: In Pity's balm their bofoms steep And buy with tears the consciousness of right. Go, the foul's mistress, teach the gay (Whom ftern misfortune hath not taught) To feel, and pity as they ought, Shew them that life has clouds and storms, A fun that burns, as well as warms,

And eyes that ache with grief, while they unconfcious play.

But ah! fad Goddefs, go not nigh
The haunts of real Mifery,

The foul that's wounded ill can bear
The pictur'd image of despair.

And wounds which lenient time has heal'd,
Or dull oblivion's veil conceal'd
Will bleed afresh when thou art view'd.
Nor let thy vifions, much too rude
On Love's fequefter'd walks intrude.
What canft thou teach the gentle breast
By that foul-foft'ning pow'r poffefs'd,
But frantic fears, and tenfold care,
Heart-rending horror and despair?
Whatever fatal tale is hewn,
The anxious lover views his own;
In that dark glafs his fortune reads,
And finks heueath a fancy'd doom;
His nymph, and not Monimia, bleeds,
'Tis the that groans in Juliet's tomb.
Here then, Melpomene, forbear; thy lore,
Though it should teach, would torture more;
They who with paffion burn, or droop with
[to flow.
Have feelings but too quick, and tears too apt

woe,

ODE TO DEATH.

Man! by Fate condemn'd to know Sad toil, and bitter want, and woe; Confule thyfelf that thou shalt die ; The morning wakes thee but to grieye, Thy liftiefs limbs recline at eve,

Fatigued with Life's oppreffive round;

Confole thy felf, for Death is nigh,
And sweet repose is in his bofom found.
Obferve, upon the tumbling furge,
You little bark, the tempefts urge,

At length attains the peaceful bay,
Secure from winds and stormy tides,
Safe in the tranquil port it rides.
-Where rocks arife, where whirlwinds rave,
Life is, alas! that troubled fea,
The harbour where they near approach→
the Grave!

Behold the mother's anxious love
Requires her little child to prove÷

Left to himself, his idle pow'r;
With step unfure, and vain alarms,
Feeble he runs, with out-ftretch'd arms,
Leaps on her neck, with panting breath,

And feels his weakness now no more.
The infant's man-the tender parent, Deatht
He, that could first creation give,
Sends forth a breath, and lo! we live!

When he recals that breath, we die.
What wonder, if 'tis swiftly paft
Within our breaft, like yonder blast,
That shakes the foliage of the grove?

Wonders the quiv'ring foliage why
It cannot fix the wind that loves to rove
Haft thou not often found to go
Time ling ring on, and much too now?

Becaufe 'tis Time that brings us Death
Death is the goal, where Nature tends,
Of life impatient where the ends.
Why wishes man to-morrow come?
It is because to-day we breathe,

And that to-morrow brings us to the tomb &
And age, that cruelly deftroys
Each focial blifs the foul enjoys;

Weakness, and pain, and error too, Sweet fleep, that charms our woes to peace (Forgotten, with ourfelves they cease :) Ennui, to which this life's a fave,

All-all combining, feem to woo, Habituate, and lead us to the grave. And who would bear perpetual spleen? Lefs dreadful had the exit been!

'Tis Nature bids the fear arife, That we may not too quickly leave This fcene, where all are doom'd to grieve; On utmost Life's dread bound'ry fhews, An awful gulph to mortal eyes, Left, by desertion, we should fy our woes f

Where roll'd the gently-gurgling fill,

To lake his thirst, he drank his fill;
The Filberd-trees, that grew befide,
A moderate hoard of nuts supply'd;
And, when a daintier niea' would fail,
On neighb'ring acorns he'd regale.
A life of fuch ferene repofe,

Who but the humble ruitick knows?

One Eve, as, through the Sylvan ground,
He took his lone fequester'd round;
Or walk'd the dreary defart o'er,
Ortripp'd along the fea-girt shore;
Lo! thadowy Night ufurp'd the glade,
And spread around her ebon fhide.
In vain he fought the guiding flood,
To lead him to his native wood;
In vain ;-for, wide in error toft,
Por NIBBLE midft the gloom is loft !
At length his eager prying fight
Efpies a glimm'ring diftant light;
And, pleas'd with beams so sparkling gay,
Thither he bends his cautious way;
'fall, with a tmaid hopeful pace,

He gains, fatigu'd, th' unwonted place;
Where nuin'roes lamps their light difplay'd,
And triumph'd o'er the night's dull thade.
There grand and lofty domes arise,
And turrets, of ftupendous fize.
He ftar'd about him,-ftood amaz'd
As at the fteeple-spires he gaz'd;
Then, happy, ere the dawn of day,
In a large manft n made his way;
Where, fuch the clatter heard below,
He deem'd it higher best to go;
'Till garret fafe retreat afforded,
Where numa'rous heaps of goods were hoarded.
Aurora now, ferenely bright,
Broke through the east with heav'nly light:
Mild Cynthia from the fky look'd pale,
And gently blew the morning gale.
Rou'd from a lazy deep repofe,
The peft'ring city-vermin rose,
Star'd at our RAT with faucy look,
And into frequent laughter broke;~
So oft we've known, from diftant climes,
Strangers receiv'd in recent times.

NIBBLE, although a fimplish clown,
Soon caught the manners of the town;
Roam'd the wide garret with an air,
Return'd each rude unmeaning stare;
Could every other fool defpife,
And think himself amazing wife.

One night, howe er, as with the train
He, pilfering, fought to fhare the grain,
And, carelefs, in the garret ftray'd,
Where pil'd in heaps the corn was laid,
A CAT the filent thief defcry'd,
And, keen, his fecret motions ey'd ;
Then, fudden, from her nook, ere long
GRIMALNN on poor NIBBLE fprang,
Who all in vain for mercy calls;
Beneath her cruel gripe he falls!

This when the fimple human clown
Adventures to our polish'd town;
School'd in the manners of the place,
Deck'd, as he deems, with ev'ry grace;

With foppish emulation fir'd,

He ftruts, where not ?-to be admir'd.
But, foon with crafty knaves link'd in,
He treads the dang'rous paths of fin:
His country's laws at length defy'd,
Before the folemn heach he's tried;
Suppliant, in vain he begs, he fighs,
Condemn'd-and on the gallows dies.
OPILIO CAROLINENSIS.

Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Mrs. Pola WHELE, late wife of the Rev. RIC, POLWHELE, Kenton, Devon.

L

ONE bird, that warbleft from you willow-bough,

1

So exquifitely fweet, at day's decline! I come, a fympathizing mouruer, now, For a loft friend to mingle griefs with thine. And while I listen to thy plaintive strains,

Asgurgling on the ambient air they flow; I'll utter thus, o'er LAURA's poor remains,

To every note, refponfive words of woe. For, LAURA lov'd the Mufes, and had fenfe,

Andtaste, their latent beauties forth to draw: With modeit grace, the could alike dispense

To Poets (weetnefs; and, to critics, law. She was a friend, and of the gentleft kind;

The kindeft mother and the tendereft wifes But, oh! the added to her cultur'd mind A fenfibility too fine for life! Firft for her babes-so early snatch'd away→ The fibres of her feeling heart were torn Then for a husband, to disease a prey,

She felt, who lives his dearer half to mourn. Though foon an offspring the firft!ofs fupply'd, And though, like CHARITY, the fondly pres,

With all a mother's tenderness and pride,
Threefweet furviving infants to her breast:
'Twas CHARITY exhaufted, still that strove,
With fondness strength'ning as her form

Lines on the late MRS. POLWHELE. By Dr. DowNMAN, of Exeter. NOULD magic verfe recal the fleeted breath, [death, The lyre, fweet warbling, charm the ear of Thy husband, tuning his orphean strain, Might lure thee to the bower of love again. But thou,chafte foul! for highest bliss design'd, He knows, art prefent with the eternal Mind. Hence, doom'd to filence, fleeps his harp unftrung, tougue. Controul'd each thought fublime, and mute his Why, join the fainted fpirit to it's clod? Why, fever the pure effence from it's God?

SEA

Still fresher blows the midnight gale

"All hands, reef top-fails," are the cries; And, while the clouds the Heavens veil,

Aloft, to reef the fail, he flies!

In ftorms fo rending, doom'd to roam,
The ocean is the feaman's home!

On the Death of HENRIETTA, youngest daugh ter of the Rev. Archd. Letcн, who died, at the age of fifteen, on April 12th, 1793.

L'

IFE's bufinefs ended, and each task com-
plete,

When to the grave the full of years retreat;
Or, when with forrow and with pain oppreis'd,
The weary mourner finks at length to reft;
Their fate we view with unaverted eye,
Feel no chill pang, and heave no murmuring
figh.

Not fo, when death his fatal fickle wields In pure domeftic joy's high-cultur'd fields, Waites the rich profpe&t of fucceffive years, And reaps a fullen harvest, moift with tears. See! from two gentle fifters' fond embrace, With ruthlefs grafp, he drags a fifter grace; Wrefts from a tender father's clinging arms The blooming daughter's defolated charms; Whilft the pale mother, with attention wild, Bends in mute anguifh o'er her dying child; That duteous child, whom kind parental love Saw every hour in every worth improve; Saw with fuccefs each welcome precept crown'd,

.

These belt of precepts in example found; Saw on her face her lovelier mind portray'd, And heauty claim the conquefts virtue made. Such the fair form, that many a weeping friend

So late beheld to death's cold vale defcend; And fuch the promife rip'ning talents gave, Now, early blighted, with'ring in the grave. How hard the task fuch treasure to refign, How hard to feel the lofs, and not repine! So deems the world, that feldom deems aright,

If left to reafon's unaffifted light:

But when religion lends her holy aid,

The dark mysterious system to pervade, As fhrinks deception from Ithuriel's fpear. difperle, and every maze is clear.

1

Thus when the gracious Saviour of Mankind Reftor'd the eyes of him from childhood blind; Soon as the potent touch the veil withdrew The film that o'er their rayless orbits grew, A blaze of wonders burst upon his fight, For, God had fpoke the word, and "all was Light."

Come then, bright Faith, difpel the gather'd
gloom,
[tomb;
And pour thy radiance round the dark fome
While Hope on trembling pinion speeds her
To meet the tifing of eternal day, [way,
And hail the Sun of Righteousness, that brings,
For life's thort forrows, "Healing in hiswings.”
Lichfield-Clofe, April 20. W. GLOVE.

THE DESERTERS, A TALE.
By ANTHONY PASQUIN, Efq.

HEY, who imagine ali are loft that stray,

THEY, who imag, heat cartott that

Believe fuch doctrine comfortlets who may ; Though fortune's fkittifh, yet the's often kind.

A British regiment in a keen fang'd froft,

In Canada's rough clime, in eighty-two, Had fix bate privates, who forfook their post To jom the rebel crew!

To bring the recreant defperadoes back,

A ferjeant was dispatch'd; [Whack A Connaught fpalpeen, chriften'd Paddy Whole brogue or blunderings were never match'd.

After fome galling marches, that diftrefs'd'em,
He overtook the party, and addrefs'd 'em :
Are ye not pretty fellows, anf wer true,
To quit your colours, and your comrades too?
Now how, like dogs, ye hang your heads and
mutter !
[butter!
What! would ye quarrel with your bread and
You've fold your arms, no doubt, for cash, and

fpent it,

But, by the Hill of Howth, you'll all repent it:
I'll tell the king what rafcals he has go*,
Damme you'll first be try'd, and then be shot.
But now to bufinefs: I'll be short and clear,
I've twenty men in ambush, in the rear,
Will cut ye, every mother's fon, in three,
Unless you inftantly return with me.
The Soldiers, to revolt but half inclin'd,
After fome potent struggles of the mind:
Uranimously went,

With Pat, the ferjeant, to the colonel's tent, On promife of forgiveness from the throne,Thus the commander to the ferjeant spoke, <After he'd chid the culprits and confounded 'em,)

How, Faddy, could you take fix men alone? How take 'em! faid the ferjeant, that's a joke By Peter's keys, your honour, I furrounded'em.

On the order of Sir ROBERT BOYD, iffued at Gibraltar, for all Regimental Surgeons to appear in the full Uniform of Commissioned Officers, in the year 1791.