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VOL 2.] Horse turned Thief-Sheridan-Falls of the Rhine.

397 conversation with another person and though I think him but a shabby sort of snatched off his hat with surprising dex- fellow, I would vote for any one rather terity, and threw it with great accuracy than that rascal Sheridan.”—“Do you and violence into one corner of his cara- know Sheridan ?” asked the stranger. van. The animal tben picked it up with “ Not I, sir,” answered the gentleman, his proboscis, and laid it down in the “nor should I wish to know him.” The front of his caravan; but observing the conversation dropped here; but when owner of the unfortunate beaver had the party alighted to breakfast, Sheridan nearly hold of it, he very gradually remo- called aside the other gentleman, and ved it till completely out of his reach. In said—“Pray, who is that very agreeable this situation he leisurely surveyed it and friend of your's ? He is one of the pleasthen placing his ponderous foot upon it, antest fellows I ever met with, and I crushed one side of the crown ; he next should be glad to know his name.”turned that part of the edge towards “His name is Mr.T.; he is an eminent lawhim which still retained some inarks of yer,and resides in Lincoln's Ion Fields." the shape given to it by the maker, and Breakfast over, the party resumed their crushed this in like manner. He then seats in the coach: soon after which pulled out the lining of the hat, which he Sheridan turned the discourse to the law. actually swallowed,and very likely would “ It is," said he, “a fine profession. have done the same by the felt, piece- Men may rise from it to the highest meal, had it not been now rescued by one eminence in the state ; and it gives vast of the keepers, and restored to the owner scope to the display of talent; many of more in the shape of Membrino's helmet the most virtuous and noble characters than in that of a modern beaver. recorded in our history have been lawyers.

I am sorry, however, to add, that some Friday, the 5th inst. Sargent, a consta- of the greatest rascals have also been ble of St. George's, inade a complaint be- lawyers; but of all the rascals of lawyers fore the sitting

Magistrates (Messrs.Ben- I ever heard of, the greatest is one TV nett and Markland), at Shadwell Police who lives in Lincoln's Inn Fields." Office, against a horse for stealing hay.

“ I am Mr. T.” said the gentleman.The constable said, that the horse came

“AndI am Mr. Sheridan," was the reply. regularly every night to the coach stand The jest was instantly seen they shook in St.George's, ate as much as he wished, hands, and instead of voting against the and would then gallop away. He defied facetious orator, the lawyer exerted himthe whole of the Parish Officers to appre- self warmly in promoting his election.” hend him, for if they attempted to go near him while he was eating, he would

From the Literary Panorama, October 1817. throw up his heels and kick at them, or

ARTIFICIAL NAVIGATION. run at and bite them. One of the Mag- active utility is strongly evinced by an

The tendency of our age to works wf istrates—“Well, Mr. Constable, if you offer contained in the Zurich journal, should be annoyed again by this body in namely, to destroy that wonder of nature, the execution of your duty, you may ap- the fall of the Rhine at Schaffhausen, at prehend bim, if you can, and bring him before us to answer your complaints."

an expence of from 3 to 4,000 florins, in This novel case caused no little diversion. the course of two years, by digging a

subterraneous canal, and to make a free From the New Monthly Magazine, October 1817. passage for boats up and down the river. “As Mr. Sheridan was coming up to

eat Michel Angelo bad town in one of the public coaches, for the finished his fine statue of the Drunken purpose of canvassing Westminster, at Bacchus, which is now in the Louvre, the time when Paull was his opponent, he buried it in the earth; but previously, be found bimself in company with two he broke off the right arm in the middle. electors. In the course of conversation He then contrived to have it dug up, as one of them asked the other to whom he if by chance; and it was shewn to the meant to give his vote? When bis friend Cognoscenti, who one and all pronounce replied, “To Paull, certainly; for ed it to be truly antique, and far superior

SHERIDAN.

COGNOSCENTI PUZZLED.
When the

398 Buonaparte's MSS.-- Franklin's Correspondence-M. Ilardouin,&c. [VOL.! to any thing he could have done. Michel Jean Etienne Hardouin, the translator of Angelo then produced the arm, which died at Paris, on the 25th of June last, at the

Young's Night Thoughts into French verse, being applied to the corresponding part, advanced age of eighty-two. He also paraconveyed at once an answer to their phrased Fenelon's Telemachus; translated the

fragment of the 91st book of Livy, discovered science and injustice.

by Paul Jacques Brunt in the MS. library of

the Vatican and pablished a collection of From the Literary Gazette, Nov. 1817.

Anacreon's poems in the original Greek text,

with a glossary, and translations into Latin Napoleon Pient par lui-méme ; ou Extraits prose aud verse, and French prose and verse, du véritable Manuscrit de Napoleon Buonaparte.--Our readers will naturally be curious A new Tragedy, from the pen of Mr. Shield, to hear some particulars respecting this forth- the author of the Apostate, is in rehearsal at coming work : we are enabled to state that the Theatre. the MS. was transmitted from Leghorn, with The history of England, from its carliest assurances that its perfect authenticity might Period to the Death of Elizabeth, is in the be depended on. The editor, in his preface, press ; by the Rev. T. MORELL, anthor of says, " A singular circumstance placed these “ Studies in History," to which this will form papers in my possession in June 1814. An an additional volume. The concluding volAmerican, who was travelling for his pleasure, ume of the Series, in which the History of came to visit me at Leghoro. His extreme England will be brought down to the present curiosity to become acqoainted with Buona- period, will follow as quickly as possible. parte, inspired him with an earnest wish to go to the Island of Elba, and I procured him the

The Rev. INGRAY COBBIN, A. M. announmeans of doing so.

ces Philanthropy; a Poem. He was a man of considerable knowledge, and very engaging man

The Lyrical poetry of the language has bers, and seems to have pleased Napoleon swelled, within the last century, from a molemuch. He had several interviews with him, hill to a mountain ; yet there exists no genand was allowed to peruse his manuscript me: eral collection of the exquisite pieces which moirs, from which he privately took extracts of constitute that species of poetry. The best is the leading parts. His conversations with by Aikin containing about two hundred songs , Buonaparte were of a very singular nature, and there are two or three others, but none of These he also noted down every day, as they The Aviary, printed in 1773, contained about occurred. On his return to Leghorn he com- eleven hundred songs, decent and indecent ; municated to me his notes; I found them so but it has long been out of print, and copies extremely interesting, that I entreated the permission to take a copy of them, with the view kave sold at ten times the original cost

. It is of their being published. After much hesita proposed, therefore, to stereotype a collection tion, he at length consented to my request. of from 2,200 to 2,500 pare, elegant, and popThe singular manner in which the notes were ular songs, under the title of the Vocal Library, taken, may perhaps throw a shade of doubt The first volume of M. Jouy's Hermite en over the facts cited, whether they happened Provence is in the press. His fertility in paintexactly as they are related, or whether there ing the Manners of France seems inexhaustiwas not some connivance between Buonaparte ble. This is the fourteenth or fifteenth volume and the American. Be this as it may, I con- under the various titles. sider the manuscript as a curious historical document, and one of the most authentic relative Royal Academy of Sciences of the Institute

French Institute.--- In its last sitting, the to Buonaparte."

chose for the successor of the celebrated Franklin's Correspondence.---The Public mineralogist Werner, whose death left a will be pleased to hear that the Octavo Edition vacant place for a foreign associate, M. Piazzi, of these interesting Letters is now published. a Sicilian astronomer, who discovered in 1801, The Monthly Reviewers do but justice to the the planet Ceres, and led the way to the diswriter when they say, that by the publication covery of those of Pallas, Jůvo, and Vesta, of the present volume, the elevated reputation successively, by Messrs. Olbers and Harding. of Franklin for virtue, for knowledge, for the foreign associates are now, Sir Joseph probity, and for talents, will suffer no diminu- Banks, one of the companions of Captain tion, since it bears ample testimony to the Cooke: the astronomer Herschel, who iu fidelity of his mind, to the solidity of his judg. 1788, discovered the motion of the planet ment, to the justness of his views, to the Uranus ; Dr. Jenner, who discovered Vaccinamenity of his manners, and to his ardent desire ation for the small pox, the most important for promoting the happiness of mankind. Some ever made for humanity; Mr. Watt, an able characters appear great only when contem- mechanic, who bas invented so many ingenious plated at a distance, and on a nearer inspection applications of steam ; Count Volta, the inexcite only derision or contempt; but the ventor of the famous Galvanic pile; the character of Franklin will bear the distant and anatoinist Scarpe ; the astronomer Piazzi, and microscopic view. We may follow him from Baron Humboldt, so justly celebrated for his the great Theatre of Politics, where he disa travels. The first four of these Scavans belong cussed the destiny of nations, to his domestic to England, the three next to Italy, and the fire-side, where he conversed with his friends, last to Prussia, and trifled with his grand-children, without any deduction from our reverence and esteem.

Miss Smith, of Adwick Hall pear Doncas. and he was never indebted for his sanctity to pumbers. This, it is presumed, will be an ele. ---Nothing artificial appeared in his character, ter, has announced a publication of " Studies

of Flowers from Nature,” in teo monthly a mask.

gant work for young ladies; as, besides the A Translation of Mr. Ellis's Journal of the example of beautiful coloured engravings, it Embassy to China, is already publishing in Pa- will contain observations on the principle of ris, in two octavo volumes.

colouring.

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A MS. Poem.

BY MRS. IENRY ROLLS.

AN IRISH LEGEND.

TE: wave,

Prom the Literary Gazette.

Hold o'er the passions a benignant reign.

Is 't hard the harmonious summit to attain, FROM THE LEGEND OF MONA; Is't hard to hear the Muses' silver voice ?

Did ever mortal mount the steep in vain, --

Did ever mortal hear and not rejoice ?
Yet talk not of the Muses' mild controul.---

The blessings lavish'd on the girl I love,
OUND Mona's Isle the billows sleep,

Her youth, her beauty, and ber unstain'd soul,

Impart a blessedness above As each wild rock and craggy steep,

wbole Is silver'd by the moon's soft ray.

Of thy enjoyments in the Muses' grove. Light floats the sea-gull on the tide,

G. F. M.
The wearied fisher sinks to rest;
And not a cloud is seen to glide,
Reflected on the ocean's breast.

From tie European Magazine.
But o'er the skies, so calm, so fair,
What sounds of melting music flow,

THE HALL OF FLOWERS.
That, rising o'er the midnight air,

Pours the soft notes of love and woe? No mortal voice such notes can raise,

(By the Author of Hohene!m,Love's Visit, Legends of As float along these moon-light skies,

Lampidosa, &c.]
Whose sounds the ocean's breath obeys,

WIE Spirit of Kevan's sainted eave
And hush'd beneash its influence dies.
Now sailing round yon lofty tower,

While the Baalfires blaz'd in Monona's della;Is heard the sweet, the solemn strain ;

And ev'ry spirit that loves the night It swells o'er beauteous Bertha's bower,

Was there to gladden the jocund rite, Then dies in murmors o'er the main.

But Giorvine sigh’d, as she wing'd her fight,

“Why was I not eail'd to the Feast ofshells? Can minstrel's harp those notes repeat, Or bard in loftier pumbers tell,

“ The blue-ry'd daughter of Lir is there, What was that song so strange, so sweet,

And live sister-virgins with golden hair, That breath'd that wild, that sad farewell ?

That watch the fires of Kildarna's shrine:

Would my sandals of dewy moss profane To minstrel's harp it ne'er was given,

The shining track of so fair a train ? To pour a pure celestial strain ;

Or fear'd they the fires of their boasted fade To catch the song that flows from heaven, Would shrink from a step so rude as mine? Must loftiest bard essay in vain.

“ 0! they gleam but in Pleasure's noon-tide Then thou ! ---the lowest of that race,

hour, The vain, the fond attempt forego ; Like the meteor-spark of the yellow flow'r, Contented through life's vale to trace,

Which flashes when sumıner-suubeams glow: The varying scenes of bliss and woe. But flow'rs as bright for me shall rise, Now rose the morn, and o'er the tide

Without the bounty of summer-skies, Is spread the bright, the smiling ray;

Ere the eaglet from Kevan's eyrie flies And swift the bark is seen to glide,

O'er the waters of gloomy Glendalough." That bears the Lord of Colonsay,

Alone by those waters Fingal stood, The breezes swell the snowy sail,

While the grey mist hung over field and flood, And foams the wave around the oar;

And he thought of his bride's far distani

bow'rs: The lover chides the languid gale, And anxious views the distant shore,

Ere he look'd again, the mist was fed ;

A roof of garlands above him spread, High swells his heart with love---with pride And the blossoms that meteor-brightness shed, United ---can those passions reign?

Were the living lamps of this Hall of Flow'rs. Ah ! there is seen his beauteous bride,

And a thousand arches seem'd to lean
And round is spread her wide domain.---

On pillars of cluster'd osiers green,
With those starry wreaths around them

hung;

The purple moss of Senana's cave,
From the Literary Gazette.

And the lilies that float on Kevan's wave,
SONNET

Were mingled the verdant ball to pave

Where the lady of beauty sat and suog. feign,

The wandering sea-maid's melody, To Mount Parnassos, and enjoy her skies; Far heard at eve on the silver sea, Whence, as thon tellst me, aëry deities When the pilot sleeps and his home is near,

Or the sweets the spirits of night distil • It was by an error of the press that this lady was On the hunter's dream by the lonely rill, designated Mrs, Mary Rolls, in the title to the beauti- Were not so soft as the syren's trill ful verses " Vision of Speckbachr," in our No. XVI. That melted avd dwest in Fingal's ear,

ART thouse ipost ?---thou hast learn'd to

396 Original Poetry

(vol. 2 The rust was brown on the warrior's shield, With pity that it never knew, The roe had slept on the battle-field,

And scein all tenderness and passion !
Ere he thought of his love's forsaken bow'rs; Yes ! to thy baser nature true,
Then the lady of beauty said, and sigh’d, Thou weep'st, and why ---it is the fashion !

Return and smile on thy blue-ey'd bride,
But take this living lamp to guide
Thy steps again to my Hall of Flow'rs.”

TO AN OLD MUSICAL INSTRUMENT.

By Miss D. P. CAMPBELL
The Chief has sought his father's ball,
But where is the pomp of the banner'd wall

THILE some of their fictitious lyres,
That frown'd over lofty Inistairo ?
The thistle on Fingal's hearth has grown,

Deep tones of sorrow from thy wires, The wild doe sleeps on his altar stone--

My trembling fingers wake: But a voice like the harp of Tara's tone

What though thy tones were wild and rude, Came sweetly from the moss-green cairn.

Yet oft they pleas'd mine ear,

They charm'd my hours of solitude, “ Thy brow is furrow'd---thy veins are cold ! And sweeten'd every tear! Thrice a hundred years have roll'd,

Partner of many a lonely hoor, Since thy sprit bent to Glorvine's spells ; And soother of its pain, Thou had'st slept on earth in holy rest, Farewell !--thy soft consoling power And the stone of thy fame had here been blest, Shall never charm again! Hadst thou welcom'd a weary wand'ring guest, Then fare-thee-well !---for we must part.-

And call'd me to sit at the Feast of Shells. A lighter hand, a gayer heart “ The spirits that feed unholy mirth

May wake thy notes with better skill ;--Lurk in the painted gems of earth

With more of music's art,
That darkly in poison'd fumes decay ;

A sadder never will!
And the spirit that rules a maiden's dream
Lies hid in the pearl beneath a stream,

THE LAST JUDGMENT.
Till touch'd by the cold moon's roving beam,
It rises to aid her changeful sway.

BY J. EDMESTON, jun. "And those that kindle a warrior's breast ON

NCE, yet to be, when Time shall quit as In the bright green emerald love to rest,

.seat, Whose ray can the serpent's eye appal ;

His woof exhausted, and his web complete ; But the spirit of truth and freedom dwells When the great wheel of ages shall be stilled, In the wild flowers deep among Erin's dells; And all th' eternal purposes fulfilled She came not to grace thy feast of shells, The spirit-breathing trump of God shall sound, Nor sat as a guest in Fingal's ball.

And all creation with the blast resound;

The sea shall hear, and heave herself distress'd: “ I bless'd them not, and their pomp is past--- The earth shall hear and rend her sable breast; Thy walls have crumbled before the blast, And flesh to join its flesh, and bone its bone, While I shew'd thee the bliss of my secret Journey through jarring atoms to its own bowers;

Then Death's cold captives, each one in his I have breath'd on thy soul, and thou art mine! keep, The living lamp of my throne is thine ; Bound fast in chains of adamantine sleep, And when Fingal's race shall see it shine, Shall feel the warm, the conscious tide advance

Thy Erin shall be my realm of flowers." And inch by inch awaken from their trance. The Chief was gone ere the day-star rose-

When Conscience shall resume her sway once A thousand crystal columns close

more, The path he trod on that sainted shore :

With deeper sting, and deadlier than before; And a giant hand from the deep blue wave

And Memory assist her to portray Came forth the living lamp to save ;--

Th’unpardon d sins of many a far-past day: The harp still rings over Fingal's grave,

How fain would some from God in judgment But the mighty lamp is seen no more. V.

then, Shrink to their sepulchres and worms again!

Yet there are some, who even in that day, From the Eclectic Review

Shall bear no harm and suffer no dismay,

But rise triumphant from a world on fire, TO AN HYPOCRITE. Fresh as the phenix from her funeral pyre ;

Their's is a heavenly throne,a deathless crown; By Miss D. P. CAMPBELL.

Their sun of Happiness shall ne'er go dova: VHY heart is hard--thou hast no tear But, passing on to glories yet before, Her angel voice was never dear,

Ages and ages vanisb'd, yet shall be Nor can thy bosom heave the sigh,

But the commencement of eternity ;
The tender sigh ! for others' anguish,--- And that eternity they all shall know
Then haste thee---to thy pleasure fly,

Omnipotence of blessing can bestow.
And leave me here in grief to languish.
Yet thou hast said---perhaps hast sworn---

From the Monthly Magazine, October 1817. Thy soul was tenderness and truth!

TO MARY'S EYE. Go, Hypocrite! thou canst not mourn

Language breathes from out thee, O'er a bruis'd heart, and blasted youth, With'ring away with grief and sorrow ! Or, if thou dost, I fear, in sooth,

And Harmony's about thee, 'Tis but the semblance thou dost borrow.

O'er teeming with delight.

How finely we adore thee, Yet thou canst talk, oh, wood'rous well! Thou soul-condensing light ! Of sympathy and feeling too ;

Earth's conquest is before thee, And bid thy changeful bosom swell

Majestically bright.

J.W.

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From the European Magazine, October 1817.

THE ENGLISHWOMAN. A BOUT that period of the sevea- pouring mead “into the long blue horn

teenth century when the repub- of ancient silver.” Like passionate men lican enemies of King Charles, even in in general, Sir Bevil was capable of the opinion of their most active leader, abundant kindness, as the heavy dew in had medicined the Parliament till they hot climates atones for the sun's excess. had brought it into a consumption, and He had a niece, to whom, in defiance of reformed the nation “ as a man wipeth the plain pames which then prevailed, he a dish and turneth it upside down," Sir had given the poetical one of Amaranth, Bevil De Grey retired in disgust to his promising to add his whole estate at his mansion near Worcester. He was a death. She grew up well resembling the man whose faults would have been very aromatic and unfading flower whose few if his Christian neighbours had appellation she bore. There was in her judged as mercifully as the recording thoughts, her countenance, and her angel of Mahomet, whois said to register voice, such an equal and combining no errors committed when a Turk is sweetness, that it tinctured whatever intoxicated, in a passion, or not arrived came within her influence.

She was at years of discretion. Though he had the sole conductress of her uncle's housenow lived half a century, he was very hold, and her presence always ensured far from those years,—having a high re- that comfort for which other languages spect for drinking, as a part of old Eng- have no name, though it implies the most lish hospitality; and for fits of passion, trauquil kind of happiness. But his because, as he said, a hail-storm is better seclusion and the modesty of her nature than a fog. The churlish Puritans of allowed her few recreations except her those days saw nothing to alarm them in embroidery frame, her virginals, and the the eccentricities of an old cavalier, gardens of Bevil Lodge, until ber twenty: whose attachment to the ancient order of first birth-day, when her uncle declared things shewed itself chiefly in a super- his intention to distinguish it by a revival stitious fondness for half-forgotten cere- of the ancient English maygames and monies. He kept a falconer, a buffoon, pastime of riding the ring. For this and a decrepit Welsh musician, who purpose a large square* was staked and understood all the songs of his ancestor fenced with ropes, having also two bars Thaliessin, and especially his custom of * See Struti's Antiquities.

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