« AnteriorContinuar »
servedly celebrated memoir of Benjamin dissenters were foremost in their quarrel Franklin, whose character in many respects with Charles the First, but they only greatly resembled that of William Hotton. With They were both nearly self-taught, both meant a reform of alvuses. Matters, were bred to mechanical employments, with- however, were soon carried beyond ibeir but any prospect beyond that of a decent competency, and yet both attained a dig intention, and they lost ibeir power. tinction in the world of letters, acquired in- They who brought him into trouble, dependence, if not afluence, in the most tried to bring him out. They were honourable way, and reached to a period“ considerably beyond the ordinary limits of afterwards the first to place bis son, human life. Mr. Hutton began to be an Charles the Second, upou the throne, who author at the age of fifty-six, and he closed his owo narrative on his birth-day, October requited them evi
requited them evil for good. After sufAlth, 1819, when he entered his ninetieth fering various insults from the house of year.)
New Mon. Mag. Stuart, the dissenters were materially inTHE RIOTS OF BIRMINGHAM IN 1791. strumental in promoting the revolution,
and upon this depended the introduction GHAM, tho' nearly with of the Hanoverian line, wbich, to a man,
sent, had continued in they favoured. In a thousand mobs, in harmony during the forty years of my 1714, to oppose the new government, residence, Religious and political dis- could bave been found no more presbyputes were expiring, when, like a smoth- terians than in the Birmingliain jury who ered fire, they burst forih with amazing tried the riotera Nor was there one fury. I have, in the history of this presbyterian in the rebellion the followplace, celebrated the mild and peaceable ing year, nor in that of 1745. In both demeanour of the inhabitants, their indus- periods they armed in favour of the house try and hospitality ; but I am extremely of Brunswick. Their loyalty has conconcerned that I am obliged to soil the tinued unshaken to the present day, withfair page with the black cinders of their out their ever having been disturbers of burnt buildings. A stranger would be their country. They concluded, theretempted to inquire, whether a few Bon- fore that they had a right 10 the privileges ners were not risen from the dead to es- of other subjects. They meant no more. tablish religion by the faggot? or, wheth. Those who charge them with designs er the church was composed of the dregs either against church or state, do not of the universe, formed into a crusade ? koow them. No accusation ought to be or, whether the friends of the king were admitted without proof. Can that peothe destroyers of men ? In the dark ages ple be charged with republicanism, who papist went against protestant, but in this have, in the course of one hundred and enlightened one it is protestant against thirty-two years, placed five sovereigns protestant. But why should I degrade on the British throne ? As I was a the word religion ? He who either member of that committee, I was well prompts or acts such horrid scenes, can acquainted with the proceedings, and have no religion of his own.
will repeat two expressions uttered at the The delightful harmony of this popu- board. Mr. W'illiain Hunt remarked, lous place seems to have been disturbed “ That he should be as strenuous in by FIVE occurrenoes.
supporting the church of England as his A public library having been instituted own." The whole company, about upon an extensive plan, some of the twenty in number, acquiesced in the senmembers attempted to vote in Dr. Priest. timent. This gentleman verifies his asley's polemical works, to which the sertion, by subscribing to more than one clergy were averse. This produced two church. I myself remarked, “That what parties, and its natural consequence, ani- we requested was our right, as well as that mosity in both. Whether the gentle- of every subject; we ought to recover it; men of the black gown acted with policy but, rather than involve our country in is doubtful, for truth never suffers by in- dispute, we would resign it." This also vestigation.
was echoed by the whole body. These The next was an attempt to procure were all the presbyterian plots either a' repeal of the Fest Act, in which the dis- ogainst church or king I ever knew. senters took an active but'a modest part. Hence it appears that prosbyterians are Ever well-Irishers to their country, the as true friends to both as any set of men
whatever, except those who hold church Though a man is justified in doing what lands or court favours.
is right, it may not always be prudent. Controversy was a third cause. Some We may rejoice with any society of uncharitable expressions falling from the men who were bound and are set free ; episcopal pulpits, involved Dr. Priestley but the French revolution is more their in a dispute with the clergy. When concern than ours. I do not approve all acrimony is used by two sides, the weak- its maxims, neither do I think it firmly est is only blameable. To dispute with fixed. One of its measures however, I the doctor was deemed the road 10 pre- admire, that of establishing itself without ferment. He had already made iwo the axe and the halter, a practice searcely bishops, and there were still several heads known in revolutions. Should a prince which wanted mitres, and others who apd his people differ, the chief passion it cast a more huinble eye upon tithes and would excite in me, would be a desire glebe lands. The doctor, on his part, to make peace between them. To our used some warm expressions, wbich his everlasting dishonour, more mischief was friends wished had been omitted. These done in the Birmingham riots, than in were placed in horrid lights; and here overturning the whole French governagain the stronger. side ever reserves to ment. Aliho' the public are in possession itself the privilege of putting what con- of the toasts drank at the hotel, I shall struction it pleases upon the words of the subjoin them. The company out of reweaker. However, if the peace of so- spect to monarchy, had procured from an ciety is broken, we cannot but regret it, ingenious artist three figures, which were whatever be the cause.
placed upon the table. One, a fine me. The fourth occurrence was an inflam- dallion of the king, encircled with glory : matory hand-bill, which operated upon on his right, an emblematical figure, re. the miod like a pesulence upon the body. presenting British Liberty : on the left Wherever it touched it poisoned. No- another, representing Gallic Slavery thing could be more unjust than charging breaking its chains. These innocent and this bill upon the dissenters ; and, in loyal devices were ruinous ; for a spy, consequence, dooming them io destruc- whom I well know, was sent into the tion. It appears from its very contents room, and assured the people without, that it could not proceed from a body. If " That the resolutionists had cut off the it uus fabricated by a dissenter, is it right king's head, and placed it on the table." to punish the whole body with fire and Thus a man, with a keen beliet, like one plunder ! This is visiting the sins of with a keen appetite, is able to swallow one man upon another. Au established the grossest absurdities, maxim is, a man shall only be accountable 1. The King and Constitution. lor his own. It might be written by an 2. The National Assembly, and Patriots of
" France, whose virtue and wisdom bave raised incendiary of another profession, io kin- 26 millions from the meanest condition of despodle a flame. Perhaps the unthinking tism to the dignity and bappiness of freeinen.' fell upon the dissenters, because they
3. The Majesty of the People. cause they 4. May the Constitution of France be ran
. May the con were vexed they' could not find the au- dered perfect and perpetual. lbos. I have been tempted to question 5. May (areat Britain, France, and Ireland, whether he meant any more than a squib nnly rivalship be, the extension of peace and
1 unite in perpetual friendship ; and may their to attract public attention ; but it proved liberty, wisdom and wirtue. a dreadful one, which burnt our houses * . 6. The rights of man. May all pations have
the wisdom to understand, and courage to asThe fifth was a public dinner at the sert and defend them. hotel, to commemorate the anniversary 7. The true friends of the Constitution of this of the French revolution. This, abstract- correcting its abuses.
2 country, who wish to prese iwe its spirit by edly considered, was an inoffensive meet. 8. May the people of Evgland never cease ing. It only beca:ne an error by being to remonstrate till their parliament becomesa
true national representatioy. ill-timed. As the ininds of men were “9. The Prince of Wales. ruffled, it ought to have been omitted. 10. The United States of America ; inay
they for ever enjoy the liberty which they si * It appeared afterwards that it was fabric bonourably acquired. cated in London, brought to Birmingham, and 11. May the revolution in Poland prove the that a few copies were privately scattered un- harbinger of a more perfect system of liberty der the table at an ipo.
extending to that great kingdom.
12. May the nations of Europe become so 18. A happy meeting to the friends of liberenlightened as never more to be deluded into ty on the 14th of July, 1792. savage wars by the ambition of their rulers.
13. May the sword never be uosheathed but Tlie sum total of the above toasts for the defence and liberty of our country; amounts to this-a solicitude for the perand then, may every one cast away the scab- fort freedom of man, arisirer from a love bard till the people are safe and free.
fect freedom ol man, arisirs from a love 14. To the glorious memory of Hampden, to the spccies. If I were required to Sidney, and other heroes of all ages and nas explain the words freedom and libentuin
ll ages and na. explain the words freedom and liberty in tions, who have fought and bled for liberty.
15.' To the memory of Dr. Price, and all their full extent, I should answer in these those illustrious sages who have enlightened simple words, that each individual think mankind in the true principles of civil society. and 16. Peace and good-will to all mankind.
Ty, and act as he please, provided no other is 17. Prosperity to the town of Birmingham. injured.
Concluded in our next.
From the Monthly Magazine.
Lightly his boat across the stream
Love guides, his hoary freight receives,
And, fluttering mid the sunny gleamn, SWEET is the breath of the dew-sprink. His canvass to the breezes give: led thorn,
And plying light his little oal's.. And bright is the gleam of the clear vernal
Io treble now, and now in bass, sky;
“ Sce, girls,” th' enraptur'd orchip roars, But richer's thesigh that from feeling is drawn,
“How gaily Love makes Time to pass!" And purer the glance of the soul-kindled eye. But soon---'tis Love's proverbial crime... When deepens the gloom of the tempest around. Exhausted, he his oars let fall ; How cheering each sun-beam that glimmers Aud quick those oars are snatch'd by Time, on high,
And heard ye not the rallier's call ? When loudest the shrieks of wild terror re. “What tired so soon of thy sweet toil, sound,
Poor child, thou sleepest! I, alas! How sweet is the voice that breathes, suc- In graver strain repeat the while cour is nigh.
My song---'tis Time makes Love to pass !" More bright than the sun-bcam that shoots
July 1817. through the storm, More sweet than the voice that bids lost bope
From the Gentleman's Magazine. return;
Feb. 1, 1817 The glance of affection our griess can disarın, I DOUBT not, from the favourable sensations And friendship to blisses our sorrows can with which 'l have perused the following turn.
Ode, writen by one of my friends, that it will Thus sung the young minstrel, while eve's prove acceptable to the Readers of your ex breezes blew
cellent Miscellany. It is the conposition of And millions of stars slow emerg'd from the a young man, whose age may in a degree sky;
apologize for some inaccuracy of perforin. For beauty he sang, and the love-need he ance, which the severe impartiality of critidrew,
cism might otherwise condemo as unparA sigh from her bosom, a tear from ber eye. donable.' Yours, &c. N. GRAINGER. July 1817.
ODE TO MEMORY
Nec me meminisse pigebit, ELISÆ!
Eneid. I. v.
T ET Fancy weave in lofty song [The following is an imitation of a copy of
I The charm of Hope's illusive tongue, verses, which was presented to the Em
luvite the youthful heart to stray press Josephine, when she was Madame
In dreams which lure but to betray ; Beauharnois, by an American poet.]
To climes unknown celestial graces yield, ESTIN'D with restless foot to roam, Th’ Elysian vale, and flower-enamell'd field; Old Time, a venerable sage,
Hear vernal warblers sing in ev'ry grove, Reaches a river's brink, and “come,”
In ev'ry eye behold the light of love. He cries, “ have pity on my age.
Should folly prompt those scenes to head,
Evin now the fairy guide is fled: .
Lol bought salutes the aching eye,
But heetling crags, a suless sky, And courteously help Time to pass."
Vale's where the midnight tyger prowls, Disporting on the farther shore,
And hills where endless winter scowls. Full many a gentle nymph look'd on;
Syren! these boons are thine, and this thy sway, And fain to speed his passage o'er,
Traught with remorse's pang in pleasure's Bade Love, their boatman, fetch the crouc:
swilt decay. But one, of all the group most staid,
But hail! thou source of pensive joy, , Still wara'd her vent'rous mates--- Alas,
Which future ili can ne'er alloy, How oft has shipwreck whelm'd the maid
Sister of her whose inask arrays Whose pity would help Time to pass ;".
Lite': distart woes in glory's blaze
Memory! beneath thy all-reviving hand, Then, Memory, hail ! by whose creative power, Dear, long-lost joys in vivid lustre stand. Is nerv'd the Patriot's arm, and sooth'd AfflicParent of thought, and nurse of ev'ry grace
tion's hour. That Genius culls from Nature's varied face, When Cynthia mounts her silv'ry car, To thee the plastic powers belong
And Venus lights the Western star ; Of wisdom's voice and Poet's song ;. A
When Fancy soars to higher spheres, For thee the trophied warrior bleeds,
Then welcome Memory's balmy tears! To thee confides his daunting deeds; . When the pale moonbeam gilds the silent sea, For thee the Bard lists bigb the lay,
Then, Laura, then my spirit flies to thee: And sighs from thee to grasp bis bay,
With thee I seem o'er wonted haunts to rové, Without whose genial aid, the task how vain ! Or list unseen to tales of hapless love. For what would then reward the sword, or When Evening comes in vermil dye, heav'nly strain?
To tinge with mellow band the sky, Yet fairer, softer sweets be thine,
With thee I seek the lonely wood, Than woo th' aspiring soul to shine ;
Where tyrant vigils ne'er intrude; Far other wreaths thy brow adorn,
If then perchance I frame a lay Than Autumn's fruits op April's morn.
To scare ideal griefs away. When age's wintry eve is cloth'd in gloon, Should fond Affection praise the artless song, 'Tis thine to wake the flowret into bloom ; How rolls the fervid tide with energy along! In hearts no ray of future hope can warm, Sun of my life, whose matin beam To breathe ev'n there a momentary charm. Has ceas'd to warın its freezing stream, See, at thy beck, that sunny smile
Be thine the mild, meridian ray, The moody lip by fits beguile;
Which glads the frosty coon of May ; See, o'er the furrow'd cheek there plays
And when, at last, Death's gloomy midnight A beam that shone in childhood's days.
o'er, Now Fancy paints in spotless vest
That beam shall cloudless rise to set no more, Those faultless hours of peace and rest, That hallow'd form, and passion-speaking eye, With rapture dwells on ev'ry fading hue, Far lovelier glow in immortality; And sighs to ev'ry parted joy a long adieu.
Ye seraphs say, when thron'd above, The cynic heart, who loves to dwell
(If ours that promis'd bliss to prove) In shady grot, or cloister'd cell,
Sball Memory then the song inspire, At evening's close, and life's decline, And strike with holier hand the lyre; · Pours grateful incense o'er thy chrine. In Angels' ears those joys pourtray, Has mad Ambition spur'd his son to fame? Which spirit breathe to lifeless clay; Has lawless Love consign'd his days to shame? And reason, freed from Nature's servile rein, Has misery taught his vagrant feei to roam, Combine these dreamy hours of pleasure and And find a sabbath in the lion's home?
From La Belle Assemblee.
BY MISS M. L. REDE. Who gave time's sky its purest blue, Revive in thought the pleasures of the past, THE gloom of twilight lightly spread Scarce whisp'ring in his ear such bliss tou fair 1 Her sombre hue o'er Edward's bed ; to last.
All nature hush'd in silence lay, Rise, Heloise, from thy downy sleep,
And Cynthia lent her faintest ray:
No wind disturb'd the winding wave
That wash'd the willow at his grave;
Congenial sadness breath'd around
When Einma's footsteps press'd the ground. How oft amid the convent's lonely aisle, Thou saw'st reveal'd Idalian beauties smile;
So fair her form, so slow her pace, How oft, as tolld the curfew's fitful knell,
She moved a beauteous weeping grace ;--Thy Abelard has sigh'd his last farewell.,
Around the urn herarms she twin'd, Dl-fated Maid ! 'twas thine to feel
Upon the urn her head reclin'd.--From Memory's band, remorse's steel.
Now rising Luna brightly stray'd, Did thoughts of past delight employ
Oo Einma's cheek the clear beam play'd, Tby beart in dreams of faithless joy,
And show'd in sorrow's softest grace,
The angel beauty of her face :
For though from thence the rose had fled
That tinted once her cheek with red, Dark Jour'd the cloud of guilt, and frown'd on
Yet in its place now lingered there
A hap so exquisitely fair, ev'ry grace.
That Beauty might the rose forego, Hark! on tbe pinions of the gale
And emulaie the softerglow. Is beard the Maniac's frenzied.wail;
The dews of night hand bath'd her form, As reason flits ber fev'rish brain,
Wien slowls breath'd awakening on ; She turns to youthful joys again;
Toe silent shades of night had fled Views in the cheerless sorrows of her lot,
Unconscious o'er the inourner's head; Gay, lucid scenes by reason's slaves forgot,
But orienteura's refulgeat beam
Awak'a her from her 0510wing dreano.
“ Ah me !" the beauteous mourner cries,
Is hateful to my weary siglid;
* It bide me quit this silent om,
Then O my soul! repress the rising sigh: * Where I would ever hang and mourns, For, sure shall I behold her face to face, “ Would ever shed grief's vital tear,
In God's own Paradise :---no more to die, “ For oil ! my soul lies buried here !
My Friend---my Mother there again em"Cold urn ! not colder than iny breast,
brace. “ Beneath thee does my Edward rest!
Be thou my guide, RELIGION! heavenly “ Dim is that eye wbere genius beam'd,
p ower! " Whence feeling, love,and splendor stream'd! and splendor steam
Who'cainst Death's terrors fortified her mind, * Will ever pleasure's blush renew “ On this chili'd cheek a happier bue ?
Succoor me too, io Sorrow's trying hour, Will e'er agaio the morn appear,
And ever bless me with thine iofuence kiod! When I shall smile thro' rapture's tear? “ No! never more shall Emina know
Written at the Vault that contains her Relics, “ Gay pleasure's supile, or rapture's glow. late in the Evening, previously to returning * The blast of Death destroy'd the torch
early the next Morning to School. " Of Love at sacred Hymen's porch--“ The morn that made me Edward's bride,
FAREWELL! Oh be my partiog tribute “ He pressid my hand, he dropp'd and died !
paid • When shall this heart forget his sigh?
Orduteous tears, my Mother! o'er thy tomb: • The last fond look that lii his eye?
Oh, let them soothe thy conscious geotle sbade, “ What did they to his Emina tell?
While gathers now around ine Evening's “ My Edward's silent---Fare thee well!
gloom. * Come Death, dread author of my woe,
Fit hour for couverse with the sacred Dead, “ Bring to my breast thy swiftest blow :
When solemn tulness reigns thro'all the air; " Bid this wild torturing throbbing cease,
Wheu weeping dews on Nature's breast are “ And close these streaming eyes in peace.”
shed, The awful inonarch of the grave,
And alter'd objects seem pot what they are. Darted forth from his ebon cave;
What, tho' no urn, no animated bust His fleshless arm impelled the dart
Yet bear the traces of thy bonour'd name;--That sought the sinking suflerer's beart. What, tho' mute stones aloue enshrine thy dust, To Edward's urn more close she clung,
Which ne'er thy Worth distinguish'a inust To life's last moment o'er it hung,
proclainn. Then sinking 'veath it, senselegs prest
What, tho' no sculptur'd tribute yet appear... The turf that cover'd Edward's breast.
No monumental marble meet the eye ;
Mine is a better offering ---Duty's tear...
Mine, what thou prizest more--- Afection's MR. URBAN,
June 14, 1817. When you are informed that the following lines I come to kiss--to weep on this thy grave,--.
are the production of a youth only 15 years of To mourn thy loss...the loss which all age,---and that youth the son-in-law of her
deplore; whose loss he deplores,--they will prove alike My sorrows thus thy sepulchre shall lave; creditable to both their hearts; to her's, For I shall see thee.. love thee bere no more! whose maternal fondoess inspired such lively Yet, if 'tis true---and Scriptore's words are regard ; and to his, which uniforinly felt for
[path, her the dutiful aflection of a son. L. B. That sainted Spirits guard their favourite's
Oh! be the angelic Guardian of my youth ! FILIAL SORROWS,
Shield me from danger, wickedness, and
wrath. On the Death of an excellent Mother. But, oh! farewell: for darkness rolls around, MIEACH me to mourn, Urania! sacred maid. And thickening clouds obscure the starry T A dear lor'd Mother's death, in solemn
Night spreads her pall-like mantle o'er the strains; So will I sigh a requiem to her shade, . So will I show affection still remains. :
And warns the living to prepare to die. So, pure departed Spirit! will I sing (heart : ****
Dudley Churchyard, T. W. BOOKER.
* A few hours before she expired, the What joy in grief does Poësy impart!
'mournful directions concerning her interment, Yet, wby thus moucn--from suffering a release entreat that nothing like pomp may mark my
&c. were closed with these words: “I earnestly To one, who was by all rever'd, belor'd ? fun One, who, now bless'd with everlasting peace, Lomb."
funeral ; por any thing like eulogy--my From buman care and sorrow is remov’d. Long, long, alas ! she was by pain oppress'd; Yet, patient as a lamb about to die,
From the Monthly Magazine. Meek Resignation shed the balm of rest,
RECIPE FOR MAKING A WOMAN. And Hope beam'd brightly from the opening sky.
A FLIT of Spirit ; gleam of Love: Her spirit, fitted with the Blest to live,
A A spot of polar White ; By Angels borné to realms of boundless joy.
A tint of Beauty stain'd above;
Pure from the fount of bliss without alloy.' A still small accent whispers o'er,
A soul of Glory beams before, Forbid it, Heav'o!---for, when from dust And Woman walks the earth. reviv'd,
J. W. We shall unite, nor feel a parting pain. Wantage, Dec. 1816.