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Part of the 2d Volume. Six sheets why the nobility are constantly a butt to in 4to, with six cuts.

attacks in a monarchy, whereof that same 25. Collection, &c.

nobility form a constitutional part, and Collection of the best works writ

where the king daily creates new dukes, ten in the French language, inscribed

marquisses, counts, or barons. The into the amateurs of elegant typography,

tention of government can hardly be to

throw an odium or å ridicule upon one of and of accurate editions. Vol. XXXV.

its fundamental institutions. And M. F. and XXXVI., including the Thoughts

concludes very rightly, we imagine, by sayof Blaise Pascal, Vol. I. and II. (To ing to government; either abolish nobility, be continued.) Printed for and by or take care that your nobility be respectP. Didot, Senior Price in boards, ed. 9 francs, ditto fine paper, 15 f.; ditto The nobles, perhaps you will say, show super. vellum, 30 f..

high pretensions, and threaten to overthrow 26. Correspondence Politiques et Ad

the constitution. But that argument cannot ministrative, c.

hold, after recollecting that the nobility are Political and Administrative Cor

no more, as formerly, a body, and that a

nobleman has no other influence than what respondence, by J Fiévée, 8th Part.

his personal riches can give him. At preOne small octavo volume.

sent in France, a Montmorency, if depriv. M. Fiévée is undoubtedly one of the best ed of 3000 fr. landed income, cannot bepolitical writers at present living in France. come a deputy, and has, in fact, less inSeven numbers of his correspondence have fluence than the rich farmer, his neighbour. been published in the last two years and a This consideration leads M. F. to ano. half, all of which have created a high in- ther of high importance. The peerage is terest in those ranks of society where poli. the body representing the aristocratical tical questions are a customary topic of power : its influence ought to be great discourse. M. F.'s style is full of energy, enough to balance the favours of the court, and remarkably sarcastic. No wonder and the independent principles of the detherefore that his publications have pro- puties. Many peers, however, have not cured him numerous enemies. But it even the means to keep a coach ; 10,000 must be owned, his talents are not the only francs a year is the income fixed for a cause of the enmity his works have excited baron. A peer of Great Britain would cut against him. He is not without a con but a sorry figure with L. 400 a-year. siderable portion of vanity; and his pam- The consequence of the want of landed phlets, though seldom containing more than property in the Chamber of Peers, and the six or seven sheets of print, are never free democratical spirit of the late election law, from his own personal praise. In M. have already had one natural consequence : Fi's opinion, M. F. might be the best de- we mean, that in the last elections, the puty, the best peer, the best minister pos- monied men have had a decided advan. sible, and still M. F. disdains being either tage over the landholders; and this, which, minister, peer, or deputy. When a man according to M. F. would be unfortunate shows such high wrought pride, he seldom in all countries, is still more so in France, persuades others; and his best reasonings, where commerce is only a secondary inthough founded on the firmest basis of terest. M. F. states, not without foundatruth, hardly ever succeed in making con- tion, that the man whose property is all in verts.

money, must naturally feel less interested The eighth number of his work contains in the prosperity of his country than the two supposed letters to a friend in Eng. landholder, whose private happiness is at. land on the late elections. The author has tached to the soil. drawn a very able picture of the present M. F.'s pamphlet concludes with a few state of parties in France. The royalists, observations on the liberty of the press. he says, though numerous, being without This is the weakest part of his work. It the spirit of intrigue, play a very small part contains, however, some excellent ideas, in the political world, which is divided be- among which we have remarked what M. tween the ministerial and independent F. says on the unfortunate state of a naparties. The latter is what was formerly tion, where the public opinion is not recalled the revolutionary. The ministerials gulated by the Chambers. vill, soon or late, unite with the indepen. We have now said enough to give our dents, and then attribute the misfortune of readers an idea of M. F.'s work, and shall France to the obstinacy of the royalists. conclude with quoting a singular fact. A

A short time before the election began, little while before the last election, the a novel was published, called the Farmer Lord Privy Seal, Baron Pasquier, wrote to and the Nobleman. This work was full the prefect' of a department, where mi. of revolutionary principles, and intended to nisters found some opposition :" What level all distinction of ranks. M. F. asks; am I to think of a prefect who cannot

direct which way he pleases the public the author appearing to be a wish to prove opinion of his department ?”

that an actress is not an unfit match for a

nobleman. M. A.'s fugitive poems are 97. Histoire du compte Roderico agreeable and Auent compositions. This de w***, &c.

is the first time that his works have been The History of Count Roderico de published collectively.

prime-minister at the Court of S ; to which is added, The

35. Histoire des Républiques ItaliYoung Fruit Gardener of the Lake of

ennes, fc. Toux, and the Siege of Granson, an of the middle ages ; by C. L. Sismonde

A history of the Italian Republics historical novel of the 15th century, de Sismondi. Vols. XII, XIII. and by Madame La Baronne de Montolieu, 1 vol. 12mo.

XIV. 8vo. (To be continued.) 28. Memoire sur la guerre de la

36. Histoire des guerres du VivaFendée, in 1816, &c.

rais, &c. Meinoirs of the War in the Vena rais and the neighbouring Provinces,

The History of the wars in Vivadée in 1815, by the Baron de Canuel, in favour

of the Royal cause, from the Lieutenant-General of the Royal armies. With a map of the Theatre Establishment of the camp at Talès in of the War, and a Portrait of the 1790, to 1816; by Andéol Vincent,

&c. 1 vol. 8vo. Marquis de la Roche Jaquelein. I vol. 8vo.

37. De quelques abus, &c. 29. Des Libertés, &c.

On some Abuses introduced into the On the Liberties of the Gallican Religious System. (Pamphlet.) Church, &c. by D. Baillet, one of the

38. Alphonse et Azelia, &c. Librarians of the Library of Ver- Madame C. H. M. 2 vols. 12mo.

Alphonse and Azelia, a Novel; by sailles. (Pamphlet.) 30. Appreciation, &c.

39. Galerie Morale et Politique, &c. The project of a Law concerning Count de Segur. 1 vol.

Moral and Political Gallery, by the the three concordats appreciated; by

40. Observations Critiqués, &c. J. D. Lanjuinais, Peer of France. (Pamphlet.)

Critical Observations on the work

called the Genius of Christianity ; by 31. Essai sur l'Indifférence, &c.

1 vol. Essay on Indifference in matters of M. de Châteaubriand, &c.

8vo. Religion, vol. 1. (To be continued.)

41. Les Folies du Siècle, &c. 32. La Revelation prouvée par elle

The Follies of the Age, a philoso même, &c.

Revelation proved by itself; a work phical Novel. 1 vol. 8vo. intended to penetrate young people

This novel is not so much a philosophi. with the truths of the Christian doc- cal as a political work, chiefly intended to trine, and to prevent their falling into flatter the ministry, and to shew that the irreligion. (Pamphlet.)

plans followed by the present ministers are 33. Les Conversations Maternelles,

the best and the wisest possible. The au

thor, who has not thought fit to put his &c. Maternal Conversations, by Ma- man returned from his travels, with high

name on the title page, supposes a young dame Dufresnoy. 2 vols. 18mo.

flown German ideas; his family, honest ci. 34. Euvres de F. G. J. S. Andri- tizens of Paris, unable to understand him, eut, $c.

at last believe that he has lost his senses; The works of F.G. J. S. Andrieux, and, by the advice of the family doctor, with cuts. 3 vols. 8vo.

his father leads him to a private madhouse.

There he finds several lunatics, which gives M. A. is a very agreeable poet and thea- the author an opportunity of painting the trical writer. His best comedy is called different parties which divide France at the Les Etourdis, (The Wild Young Man.) He has also composed one called The Ola present moment

. The style of this work

is remarkably agreeable and witty. Few Fop; the principal character and chief works read more fluently. It is a pity scene of which are taken from the English that the author has not shown a more incomedy of The Clandestine Marriage dependent spirit, which might have given Last year, M. A. gave a piece called The

a great interest and inuch piquant to his Actress ; very ably written, but of a ra

tale. ther immoral tendency : The intention of

Paris, Januarij 5, 1818,

ORIGINAL POETRY.

ORIGINAL POETRY BY BURNS. Here's Maitland, and Wycombe, and wha (The following unpublished reliques of

does na like 'em,

Be built in a hole o' the wa'! our immortal Bard were lately communi

Here's timmer that's red at the heart, cated to us from a highly respectable quar

Here's fruit that is sound at the core ; ter. We quote one short passage from the very obliging letter

May he that would turn the Buff and Blue

that accompanied them :" As every thing that

coat, fell from the pen of Burns is worthy

Be turned to the back o' the door. of preservation, I transcribe for your Miss Here's a health to them that's awa, cellany the complete copy of a song which An' here's to them that's awa! Cromek has printed, (page 423 of his vol.) Here's chieftain M‘Leod, a chieftain worth in an unfinished state, together with two gowd, fragments that have never yet been pub- Though bred amang mountains o' snaw. lished. The originals of these I possess in Here's friends on baith sides o' the Forth, the handwriting of their unfortunate Au. And friends on baith sides o' the Tweed; thor, who transmitted them inclosed in let. And wha would betray old Albion's rights, ters to a constant friend of his through all May they never eat of her bread ! his calamities, by whom they were finally assigned to me."]

FRAGMENT Ist.
SONG.

Tune-" The tither morn as I forlorn."
Here's to them that's awa.

Yon wandering rill that marks the hill, Here's a health to them that's awa,

And glances o'er the brae, Sir, An' here's to them that's awa :

Slides by a bower, where many a flower And wha winna wish good luck to our Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir; cause,

There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay, May never good luck be their fa'!

To love they thought nae crime, Sir; Its gude to be merry and wise,

The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,
Its gude to be honest and true ;

While Damon's heart beat time, Sir.
Its gude to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the Buff and the Blue.
Here's a health to them that's awa,

FRAGMENT 2d.
An' here's to them that's awa;
Here's a health to Charlie the chief o' As I cam in by our gate-end,
the clan,

As day was waxen weary,
Although that his band be but sma'!

O wha cam tripping down the street May Liberty meet wi' success,

But bonnie Peg, my dearie ! May Prudence protect her frae evil ; Her air sae sweet, and shape complete, May tyrants and tyranny tine in the mist, Wi' nae proportion wanting, And wander the road to the devil.

The queen of love did never move

Wi' motion mair enchanting. Here's a health to them that's awa,

Wi' linked hands, we took the sands An' here's to them that's awa;

Adown yon winding river; Here's a health to Tammie + the Norlan

And, oh! that hour, and broomy bower, laddie, That lives at the lug o' the law !

Can I forget it ever!

Cætera desunt.
Here's freedom to him that would read,
And freedom to him that would write ;
There's nane ever feared that the truth
should be heard,

TO THE SPIRIT OF KOSCIUSKO.
But they whom the truth would indite. UNNOTICED shall the mighty fall ?

Unwept and unlamented die ? Here's a health to them that's awa,

Shall he, whoin bonds could not enthral, An' here's to them that's awa;

Who planned, who fought, who bled for all
Unconsecrated lie ?

Without a song, whose fervid strains • Mr Pox. + Lord Erskine. Might kindle fire in patriot veins

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No!-thus it ne'er shall be: and fame

In the sight of a pure father Ordains to thee a brighter lot ;

Is virtue's race begun ; While earth-while hope endures, thy

The virtue of a mother

Is virtue's talisman. name, Pure-high-unchangeable

the same Yet are not Princes banish'd Shall never be forgot ;

From nature's kindly lap, 'Tis shrined amid the holy throng ;

The smile of love evanish'd, 'Tis woven in immortal song !

Expos'd to hard mishap. Yes !_Campbell of the deathless lay, The golden links of kindred The ardent poet of the free,

Lighten the heaviest lot, Has painted Warsaw's latest day,

Yet mankind long have wonder'd In colours that resist decay,

That Princes know them not. In accents worthy Thee ;

They wander far from wisdom, Thy hosts on battle field arrayed,

And like the stars on high, And in thy grasp the patriot blade!

Each shines in his cold system, Oh! sainted is the name of him,

Without one common tie. And sacred should his relics be,

Yet in a frozen region, Whose course no selfish aims bedim ;

Our Charlotte's heart was warm ; Who, spotless as the seraphim,

Amid a world's contagion, Exerts his energy,

Her soul escap'd from harm. To make the earth by freemen trod,

A pure round dew-drop lying And see mankind the sons of God!

Upon the tree of death, And thou wert one of these ; 'twas thine,

The wholesome west wind flying
Through thy devoted country's night,

After the Siroc's breath.
The latest of a freeborn line,
With all that purity to shine,

A green spot in the desart,
Which makes a hero bright;

Where nature is most drear, With all that lustre to appear,

Cast there as 'twere by hazard, Which freemen love, and tyrants fear.

The pilgrim's heart to cheer. A myrtle wreathe was on thy blade,

A censer of sweet incense, Which broke before its cause was won !

To purify the land Thou, to no sordid fears betrayed,

From the corrupting influence Mid desolation undisnayed,

Scatter'd by vice's hand. Wert mighty, though undone ;

Heaven's bow its beauty arching No terrors gloomed thy closing scene,

Above a serpent's den ; In danger and in death serene

!

Bright as an angel marching Though thou hast bade our world fare

Among the sons of men. well,

The worthless may inherit And left the blotted lands beneath,

A palace and a throne, In purer, happier realms to dwell

But ah ! the glorious spirit With Wallace, Washington, and Tell,

Of pity was her own. Thou sharest the laurel wreathe

Yes! at her presence, hunger The Brutus of degenerate climes !

Fled from the poor man's hearth, A beacon-light to other times !

And nakedness no longer

Lay couch'd on the cold earth.

For her, in many a cottage
ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS

A morning prayer was said,
CHARLOTTE.

And infancy and dotage
Oh ! life is but the bubble

Bade bless the Royal Maid.
That bursts upon the stream,
The phantom of a trouble

Her soul's untaught perfections
That haunts a sick man's dream.

Fled to the humble dome,

For food to the affections
An hour of hard mischances,

They could not find at home.
A lazar house of sin,
Where wickedness enhances

Yet Heaven at last regarded
The griefs that grow therein.

Affection's weary void, The cottage and the palace

And her kindly heart rewarded Alike are doom'd to woe;

With a friend, who was her pride. But in the royal chalice,

A spirit rear'd by nature, The bitterest waters flow.

In the same genial zone, In the palace and the cottage,

That seem'd in every feature Vices in ambush lie ;

Reflected from her own. Yet vice's royal fruitage

'Twas love, 'twas joy, 'twas duty; May soonest tempt the eye.

But ah! it soon was past;

The rainbow in its beauty,

Oh! woe for the lov'd lady, 'Twas too intense to last.

Her hopes were at the height; My tears are for the woman,

She ween'd that fate was ready
They flow not for the Queen,

To give a king to light.
And the glorious harvest coming, Alas! the sad disaster,
Of which the flower was seen.

The grave became her throne,
Weep for the childless mother,

Aye, and the worm the sister Who to the world had shown,

Of her and of her son. In bloom that could not wither,

Yet on her heart's last gleaming Pure virtue on a throne.

There fell one glimpse of love, Woe for the royal daughter,

And strong affection beaming Oh ! woe unto our Isle,

A sunlight from above. For famine, fire, and slaughter

God bless the widow'd stranger, Had fled before her smile.

Who stayed her weary head' The poor man's star arising,

In her extremest danger, The star so seldom seen,

When all but pain had fled. To glad his cold horizon,

Ten hundred thousand sisters The poor man's promis'd queen. In England had been found With love that gladness borrows

To sooth the sad disasters
From the work it has begun,

That fell so fast around.
She would have scann'd his sorrows, Ten hundred thousand mothers
And rais'd him up to man.

Had watch'd beside her bed ;
Years of alloyless glory,

Ten hundred thousand fathers The golden age again,

Have wept the lady dead. The theme of proudest story

Had been our Charlotte's reign.
Yes ! it had been the standard

THE POOR MAN'S LABOUR.
To measure future kings,
And they, who from it wander'd,

(By the late John Philpot Curran.) Had been unhonour'd things ; And then, one happy nation,

My mother sigh'd the stream of pain No yoke but love to bear,

Flow'd fast and chilly o'er her brow; Like Eden's new creation,

My father pray'd, nor pray'd in vain Had flourished free and fair.

Sweet mercy cast a glance below! Oh! woe for gentle woman

Mine husband dear, the sufferer cried, So beautiful in form,

My pains are o'er ; behold your son ! In loveliness so beaming,

Thank heaven, sweet partner, he replied, So patient in the storm !

The poor boy's labour's then begun. In man's tempestuous weather

Alas! the hapless life she gave, An anchor firmly cast,

By fate was doom'd, to cost her own, The link that binds together

For, soon she met an early grave, The future and the past.

Nor stay'd her partner long alone. In love so pure, so ardent,

They left their orphan, here below, To shelter man from wrong,

A stranger wild, beneath the sun, So faithful, and so fervent,

This lesson sad, to learn, from woem In peril's hour so strong.

The poor man's labour's never done. She cannot be a stranger

No friendly voice, of pious care, To woes she counts her own,

My childhood's devious steps to guide Yet there is many a danger

Or bid my vent'rous youth, beware, That she must meet alone.

The griefs, that smote, on every side ; Oh! yes there is a season

Still, 'twas a changing round of woe, Of hopes, and loves, and fears,

Woe, never ending, still begun, In its result the reason

That taught my bleeding heart, to know. Of blessedness or tears.

The poor man's labour's never done. Amid a glorious vision

Soon dies the fault'ring voice of fame, Death enters in by stealth,

The vows of love, too warm to last, In the bitterest derision

And friendship! what a faithless dream! Of beauty and of health.

And wealth's! how soon the glare is past ! Like an invader rushing

But sure, one hope remains to save ; Resistlessly, and wild,

The longest course must soon be run, And by one conquest crushing

And, in the shelter of the grave, The mother and the child.

The poor man's labour must be done.

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