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of semidiurnal arches given in books that of her setting is only 16 mins. of Navigation, will not therefore &c. All the moon's mosions are do for the moon, tho' sufficiently irregular. Her perigeal anomalis. accurate for the planets. This will tic and nodal revolution are subject appear plainer by observing, that to what are called Secular Vathe moon's difference of rising on riarions, some of which are in a the first day, suppose in 13 degrees state of accelerarion, and others, of Cancer, will be one hour, 7 on again in a state of retardation ; the parallel of Dublin while on the therefore no rule has yet been found same day, her difference of serring sufficiently easy, and at ihe same will be only 49 min. whereas or rime accurate for the rising and sel-, the 7th day, in 2 degrees of Libra, ting of the moon, see La Place's Nieher difference of rising will be i' chanique celeste. hour 16 min. when, same time, To be continued in our next.

Amongst the late publications tve have to notice, " A Treatise on the Theory and Art of

Dancing," by Mr. Cassidy, of Hervis-sireet. of the propriety of indulging in the merry dance, we know there are various opinions, some are for banishing it altogether from society, and as inconsistent with the sober dictates of christianity.

AMONG the Jews, however dancing to expatjate more at large on this subject seems to have made a part of their religious than what our limits allow. The imas worship on some occasions as we learn from portance of the subject, and its influence passages in the psalms : and Plato, says, on the rising generation, will apologize is the ancients be!d no festivals nor re- however with our readers for our pressing ligious assemblies but what were accom. the consideration of these few.arguments panied with songs and dances;" it was for this most usefui accoinplishment, not possible to celebrate any mystery, or They, and all will see then, that danc. be initiated without the intervention of ing is not only a mere recreation, it is these two arts. As for ourselves, we more, it is an ornamental and a neces.' are of opinion, that nature would not sary art ; Dr. Buchan who was hiinseif have so universally diffused a desire for educated in the rigid Kirk, will tell Jancing among mankind, nay among them that is dancing in a city is a most the brute creation, at the sound of a mu. resirable exercise, it cheers the spiriis, sical instrument had it been incongenial promotes perspiration, and strengthens, or unbecoming. Can we be astonished the limbs." I know continues our Dr. then, that it has been so much extolled grill, « an eminent Physician who used by the Grecians, deducing its origin to make his children dance, instead of from Heaven itself, as practised there by giving them physic and it were well if the celestial choir of stars, which per more people followed his example." As form thei: conjunctions, oppositions, as an accomplishment, in removing that pects, irgresses, egresses, and other va. aukward siffness which youth are very rious evolutions in mystic dance divine. apie to acquire, in serving the limbs, doIf Scipio the great vouchsafed accord. ing away in hahits, promoting a genteel ing to Seneca the great moralist, to carriage, address, and comportment, we. dance up and down after a manly mall.. would recommend dancing in a peculiar ner'as ihe ancients were accustoined to manner. At the same time we warmly do, “and if the great Socrates disdain. recommend ibe present small but com. ed not in his advanced age to learn how prehensive treatise, on that subject to alt to cut a caper; and to recommend it to persons intrusted with the cuision or edothers, say it as we see ployed in the wcation of yourh, we felt gratified, our book before us; it has been universally readers, we doubt not will feel a similar used at Heathenish, Jewish, and Chris: gratification, as by adopring many usetian festivals; why these anathemas tul hints at an early stage in the nursery against it by soine of the religionists of they will be enabled to prevent many of the present age? Are they more sensible, the deformities,' both natural and ac. more godly, more austere, than all an. quired, and ultimately qualify for be. tiquity ? Surely not. The adoption of ing introduced into the sacred temple of these wrong notions of religion, by many the graces. of our countrymen, has occasioned us



· MR. W.cox. SIR, By Inserting the following Lines on the death of the late Rev. Doctor 1. Hearn Dean

and P. P. of Trinity, in this City, you will oblige one wbo bas and will ever exert himself for the propagation of your excellent Magazine,

Yours, P. F. H. M. . Waterford, Jure 36tb, 1810.


Ir silent long the drooping muse hath staid, And left her tribute thus 10 Hearn unpaid, Her silence blame aut; Fo n but bea

moao, And judge, oh judge ! my feelings by your

own, Slow moves the verse, that real grief inspires How can the mourner feel poetic fires, And ill-suits unaffected grief with art, Or Aowing numbers from an aching heart. But if th'indulgent muse (the only cure For all the ills afflicted minds endure) Vouchsafe her aid, we also will presume With humble verse, t'approach the sacred

tomb: There with true sighs, thy absence to be.

moad, And grave with faithful epitaphs thy stone, There pure flowing streains of tears to shed, The last sad offerings to the worthy dead. A Reverend, awful, and Religious Priest, With art and Nature's choicest treasures

blest; Whose eager zeal, Religion to extend Ackpowledg'd is by all, by foe and friend, Whose loyalty unshaken, ever firm stood Against Rebellion's overfowing food; Whose quick discerning taste at once we see In one grand mon'ment of Cath'lic piety* 'Twas there of just and right, he reasoned

strong, Cleared some great truth or sung some pious

song, There, patient showed us, the wide course

to steer, A Candid Censor and friend severe, There preach'd the jays of Heaven, the

pains of Hell, And warnid the sioner, with unbounded

zeal, Bet on th'Almighty mercy loved to dwell,

There taught the spirit rather than the law,
And never wished to drive ; but wished to

draw, For fear but chills the heart, bat love like

heat Exhales the soul sublime, to seek her native

seat. The proud he tam'd, the peniteot hecheared, Nor to rebuke the dire offender fear'd, There laught us how to live ; and oh (too

For human kqowledge) taught us how to die, .
Nor do his other virtuez less appear
To perfect the illustrious character.
To merit just, to needy virtue kiod,
True to his word, and faithful to his friend,
Thro' life each part, with equal grace he

Ever civil to the rich, but rather to the poor
And living well, he yet had much to share
To feed the famish'd and to cluath the bare,
Was ever man at hand, without request
To serve the sick, to succour the distres'd,
Such and more Hearn was, who our lives

did bleus,
Our bope ia suff'ring and our joy in peace.
Never was better Priest to us e'er given,
or more of us beloved or card or Hearn,
In Heard so good a man and Priest we sce,
The two-fold image of the Deity,
Oh! had he more resembled it! oh why
Was he not still more like and could got die.
Could varied Knowledge oft instillid to

youth, Persuasion, Reason, and endearing Truth, Could Wisdom, Eloqueace, one tomcat

plead, Of Respite, for his learned head, Could honor born, not planted in his heart, And virtue come from Nature not from arty


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* Trinity Chapel,

The social temper never known to strife

Shall spleen, the force of Reason stop
The heighi'ning graces that embellish life, And from their Rights four millions lop !
Could there have e'er the daris of ceath de The CAUSE advances ev'ry rop .
i fied,

Never ah ! never had Hearn died

3 Nor can he dierever will survive his name All Irishmen who'd now be free, Immortalized by friendship, love, and fame. Should spurn that venal bigotry,

- P. F. H. M. Proud Protestant Ascendancy!

Weak jailers of the nation ;
TO THE MEMORY We have the numbert-method-mcans

By which a people freedom gains,

One grand aitempt to smash our chaios! REV, T. AUGUSTIN CLARKE.

E. And gain EMANCIPATION. On yonder hill* he lies; no longer hears

4 The widow's sighs; nor sees her falling tears we're censured if we dont applaud To thee no more; the orphans' cries shall Fach royal trick and pious fraud, come,

By which state-juglera do maraud Shut out, by death's, inexorable doom,

By hely conjuration!
Thy soul for others woes, no more shall Lift up the mask their spectres views

Coronation OATH and Veto 100%
From os O Clarke I so soon so sadly torn, What has Divinity 'o do
For thee our hearts still sigh ; our tears still With real EMANCIPATION ?

We ope the copious fountains of our woe:

Tho' mock'd by Parson, Prince, and Priest,

Tholm Where now, the voice that filled the hallow'd

By Us they're fed-BY TIM we're fleec'd doon

| My country cu 1 say crocst* And all the impetuous thunders of thy tongue. A'strong concataNATION; The gospel's souod ; amidst th' enraptured Will superstition soon destroy, throng,

Our social rights we'll all enjoy,
And wisdon ; separating right from wrong. That boly bircline Doctor TROS
The path to Heaven, and all its glory show'd Shan't marry EMANCIPATION.
A bright example leading up to God
'Gainst vice and error, every soul he armed,

To spoil the cause some foes combina
With truth and virtue ; cvery brcast he

And io effect what the've designed, warmed,

Sir Francis BURDETT is confined ! Religious pillar, and the Churches pride,

That friend to all creation, The orphan's father, and the widows guide,

Buds, In him all benest hearts delight, In thee arose, the glory of our day, . .

For in or out he'd speak and write
With thee it darken'd, died, and sunk away,

Ard on the field would bravely fight
T. 0. C.


As long as atoms move in space,

Or Earth sustains the human race,
BY G. M. DILLON, LATE OF All Catholics will you embrace

Pure friends to Reformation ;
Tune.no Oro shæ dha vaha wallie,

O! generous-free, bright-brave BELFAST
My soul swells up with ideas vasi,

When I review your actions past
When human eyes direct their sight, To gain EMANCIATION.
To th'azure sky so heavenly bright,
They're dazzled by the limpid light

Tame slavery ! oh! my countrymen ! And splendid coruscation,

Sad slavery is a shameful sin ! But Irizlim«n who'd freedom view,

And shamefully we waliow in Must seill look forward-still pursue

Political damnation ! ! . Strong Union—that grand-glorious clue,

No wonder when such men are slavel, To rcal EMANCIPATION.

If shamroc shrunk its verdant leaves

And our great FATHERS from their grete All Hirelirge now view with amaze,

Would GroAN EMANCIPATION !!! And strive to check the spreading blaze

Shall Thus kiadkd by the rade Of Cavic education.

. Mullaldaid.

* ERLEST is an Irish word sigrifying agais

Shall Erio's daughters-Angels bright
Whose spoil. ss beauties charm my sight,
With Irish slaves as brides UNITE ;
While they want aniination I
Can Irishmen non calmly hear
Hibernia's Daughters-hiavenly faic
In accents, bord'ring on despair,

Let each brave youth like Cato be,
And now prefer one moment free
To ages--er Eternity,
In slavish degradation !
See!-Irishmen can wield the sword
And crimsoned occans fiercely ford,
To let the universal word

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FOSTER-AQUEDUCT, ROYAL CANAL. The following inscription adorns that Work. " SERUS IN CÆLUM REDEAS

DIUQUE-POPULO HYBERNIÆ INTERSIS," : As many passengers, such as I.adie's, Officers, Canal Directors, Aldermen, Pick pockets and Attornies, have been puzzled at this Latin Inscription, and could translate no more of it than, that Foster is in English the Speaker ; we beg keave to give

them a literal exposition of this learned complimenl. Heaven spare you to us Mr. Foster

Still rule him more, than love of smell;
We all whenever you leave us lost are ; That God or Devil, cannot fright hiin
If heaven should mount you op o:) high, And human iniseries delight him.
This fine Canal would suon run dry,

Great Sir, if you should change your mind, If hell should drag you down below

And to desert us feet inclined,
No flower would bloom..no grass would grow; If weight of sin should overload you
Your presence vivifies the nation,

And conscience stings begin to goad you,
Your absence makes us feel damnation ; If hunted by your country's curses,
Ah mind not what some folks may say

And not a peony in your purse is,

's soul vile passions sway, Should you feel all these things confounding Thai love of power and lust of pelf

Sce here's a pretty spot for drowning.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE IRISH MAGAZINE. SIR, The following attempt to versify a literal translation of a song, composed in Irish bog

Majer Fitzgerald, at the Siege of Bergenopzoom, in the year 5746 (ant which translation was published in a former Number of your Magazine) is vuith respect tendered thereto by

O, A.

Soft mellow sorrell's there, and cresses oa Sweet Erin's the land of plenty and good.

the stream, nature,

The cuckoo's note is heard till th'siaking of Where the teeming cars of Corn delight ev'ry

Sol's bea:) creature, Fair Hills of Erin 01 And the warbler sweet(b) who the topmest From the trees doth drop lioney, and down

branch doth clain Fair Hill's & c in the vale, Near Shrue's linpid brnok, the preguant Majestic and long haired were all these I had clouds do sail,

scen, And the streams through each mead io soft Oi heroes (c) who came from the shores of murmurs do steal Fair Hills &c. * Erin Green,

Fair Hills Rc.

And I hope on a visit (f) I'll go ere my deasta On that hospitable soil, great corn ricks are To the laod where first martial Gádelfound, Fair Hills &c.

ANS(d) drew breath And the dairies with sweet cream and buiter And this I will prefer to the warriors

Fair Hills &c. abound

Fair Hula &c. Wreath(e)




(2) A river-(b) ibe THRUSH who always perches on the liighest branch wlien singingaccompany the Preteader-() the Irish descended from GADILLS-(e) promocioa.

some gears ago, there lived in Dromore, in the Province of Ulster, a Protestant

Ciergiman of the name of Colvin, zubo united the trade of a Divine, avith those of a Distiller and lipothecary, which occasioned some wit of the day, to write the

following jeu d'esprit. No Quack so sure as Colvin, kills,

And to complete his murdering skill
Orfanie has rumoured lies,

His Doctrine poisons souis.
For he, that 'scapes his poisonous pills
With his damned whiskey dies.

No wonder then, that !hro' this town

Su many yieled their breath, Some by whiskey, some by pill,

When COLVIN for to earn a crown, Qur bodies he controuls,

Drives his triple trade of death,

MR. Cox. SIR, Your Insertion of the following Specimen of a new Translation of Anacreon in your Publication, will much oblige

Specimen of a new Translation of Anacreon, by Daniel Hickey.

Gría: heazens! who must this Artist be, Then surge propelling surge along,
That ihus could carve th'expanded sca?

The rolliog billows proudly throng :
And wiare in frenzy, soaring high

Beneath her bosom's radiant clow, To sketch his funcy from the sky

Beneath her neck's unspotted, snow, t'pan the ocean's inimic side,

They swell ambitious to be pressed Lid ficating wasss or by her glide,

And raise to heaven ticir beauteous goet. And beauty's witching queen above,

Resplendert shines the beauteous quecu, la warna luxuriancy of love?

Amidst the sa ppliire path serenc,

Like lillies fair of snowy hue,
Os ! how she fonts, transșorting sight! Upon a bed of violets blue
In naked charnus of food delighi,

Lo! now again, with melting glasce, !!hile ev'ry coft, celestial scene,

She rises o'er the bright expanse ; That i would be impious not to screen, Around her on the glassy tides, Lies hul o'crihadowed, half revealed Many a young dolphin gaily rides, keneath the walir's lucid shield.

Bearing the little archer boy, Light as the sea-wrack, when the breeze And young desire with eyes of joy, Brenthes gentiy o'er the smiling seas,

While on the blue pellucid waves, All heav'ni, all luxury, she goes

The people of the coral caves, Along the ocean's calm repose :

Around the grand procession throng,
Circling around her as she swims,

And dance in airy shoals along
The anorous waves embrace her limbs; Clonmel, Juni, isih, 1810.

TO A FAIR PHILOSOPHER Say why the blooming rose at morn,

To the Editor of the Irish Magazine. Unfold its beauties to the sun ?

H. ow haiclul ide nanie of that inoaster ko Or why the tear that decks its thorn,

vile Sol's fervid ray doth quickly shun? . C. old blooded who'd murder his friend with When this to me thou dost expound,

a smile, The cause mysterious, prontpt disclose, i S o aclive our country with orphans to fill, OL! then l'il say, why I have found

! mpatientilic blood of the guiltless to spill, To thee, sweet paid, the thorn and rose.. Renown'd but for vice of the ablest of hue PALEMON. R cly'd on by none, not e'en Orange and 1/48.

BRITIS. • Compare this with Moore's 57th, which begins thur

“ And whose immorial Hand could shed
Upon this disk the ocean's bed,
And in a frenzied fight of soul,
Subline as heaven's eternal sole,
Imogine ilus, &c. !!!

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