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"Stop, Tom,” the ever watchful Captain cries,"

The Engineer obeys the known commands; Who colues? 'tis Edward, see, he runs, he flies,

Bounds o'er the side, and ".on the deck he stands !" The lovely Ellen sits with downcast eyes

While thro' each vein the crimsou tide expands,
Joy from her heart, thro' every fibre rushes,
And on her cheek, love flings his burning blushes.

Buoyant, again the vessel leaves the quay,

O happy passengers ! O blest O'Brien!
Now is the moment of thy mighty sway,

A lamb in temper—tho, in voice a lion,
Loud roaring " starboard, starboard, John, I say,

“Look, look ahead, why don't you keep your eye on “ That brig?" John answers “starboard, Aye I do,

Damme, I sees her just as well as you."

"Stop Tom 1m. again is heard-again the wheel

Stops !-'tis a boat, one passenger, that's all, He's soon aboard—“ go on" again we feel

The quivering motion from the lever fall; All more on rapidly—and smiles reveal

Our pleasure ; when, at the end of the new wall "Stop Tom” again,-'uis stopp'd—we stare - and lo! Four board us, and a boat is taken in tow.

Now safe from danger, o'er the glassy tide

The crowded barque her steady way pursues, Dress'd in each ornament of sunday pride,

Streamer, and flag with city arms, let loose. While ev'ry comfort's carefully supplied

For morning's pleasure, and for evening's useCakes, fruit, spruce, soda, porter, here are sold, With cheap salt water-baths, both hot and cold.

Bright was each countenance, the day was bright,

On ev'ry cheek a brilliant sunbeam play'd, The smiling prospect of the day's delight

Brightened each eye, and ev'ry face portray'd
A happy heart; 'twas a delicious sight

To see so many mortals all array'd
In pleasing garb, on such a heav'nly day,
Driving dull care and ennui away.

Now let me sit in some exalted place,

And with attentive scrutiny peruse
Each person's soul depicted in his face ;

I'm skill'd in physiognomy, and use
My art, and seldom without fail-10 trace

The passions in the countenance. I chuse
This mode, in preference to one taught later,
Spurzheim can't hold a candle to Lavater.

I,I take my station near my old friend John,

lle is a pleasant merry kind of fellow,
And may assist me while proceeding on,

As 'tis too early for him to get mellow;
I like to hear his droll remarks upon

The Captain's " starboard" and loud" larboard" bellow.
Next him, I'll view and tell each maid and man too_
But pause, like Homer, 'till my second Canto!


During the last year, twelve new editions of Shakspeare have appeared in London.—The First Annual Exhibition of the Royal Hibernian Academy opens on the 23rd of April.--Moore is engaged on memoirs of the life of Lord Byron, and Sir Walter Scott is preparing memoirs of Napoleon.--Washinton Irving is at Paris, editing a series of English classics Miss Crumpe is about to publish an Historical Novel, embracing a most interesting period of Irish History. The long lost locket, containing Swift's portrait, which belonged to Stella, has been discovered, and is in the possession of a gentleman in Dublin. Anster's translation of the Faust of Goethe is preparing for publication.—'The authors of “ Tale by the O'Hara Family," *o To-day in Ireland,” “Sayings and Doings,” and “ Highways and Byways," are all preparing to come again before the public. The Rev. Mortimer O'Sullivan, the Rev. Mr. Phelan, and Mr. John O'D:iscol, are each preparing a Review of the late evidence on Ireland, given before committees of both Houses of Parliament.--A new edition, in one volume, of the remains of the Rev. Charles Wolfe, the highly gifted author of “ Lines on the death of Sir John Moore,” is about to appear in London. It will be embellished with a Portrait, &c.-

Constable’s Miscellany -- In weekly numbers, for one shilling each week, and in volumes, for three shillings and six pence each volume, there is about to be published, the most interesting and valuable books in the English language, in all the various departments of literature, science and art.

This undertaking has been commenced by Mr. Constable, the eminent bookseller of Edinburgh, the founder of the Edinburgh Review, and the publisher of the Waverly Novels. A catalogue of some of the books intended for this purpose has been circulated. In this list, there are thirty-six original publications. The titles of a few of them will be sufficient to show the importance of this spirited undertaking :-viz.-Memoirs of Burns, by Mr. Lockhart, the son-in-law of Sir Walter Scott, and the Editor of the Quarterly Review-History of Van Dieman's Land, New Holland and Australasia, by Hugh Murray, F. R. S. E.-Memorialo of the late War--Life of Nelson-Life of Wellington--Life of Hofer-Life of Mary Queen of Scots--History of America - History of the Earth and Animated Nature, by James Wilson-History of England. These are all original works that would have an extensive sale in any

form of publication, but which will now make their first appearance, in one

shilling numbers, and three shilling and six-penny volumes. We consider Constable's Miscellany to be one of the most important publications ever announced in Britain, and one that must command great and extended patronage. Mr. Constable has purchased several valuable copy-rights, to encrease the value of his work. It will commence with Captain Basil Hall's interesting Voyages to South America and Loo Choo; to which Captain Hall has made some valuable additions expressly for this publication.

JOAN Nichols.-We have received the following letter, addressed " To the Editor, &c.”_" There is a valuable work, little known, except " to a few old fellows like ourselves,-ft is the Literary Anecdotes, History and Biography of the 18th Century, by that famous octagenerian, “ John Nichols. One reason for this interesting book not being in general circulation, is, the simple fact, of the cost of a good copy coated " in plain Russia, being twenty-four guineas. It occupies 13 portly “ volumes, closely printed on plain paper and is illustrated with portraits " and autographs.--Each volume contains about 800 pages, that is, each “ volume possesses as much matter as eighteen fashionable tomes.-- But “ however unfashionable it may be, I consider this work, as my friend “ Dibdin says, “ one of the pleasantest and most instructive books of Li" terary Anecdote in the world.. There is no description of informa“tion respecting the wits and willings of the last century, that you can“not find in its ample pages. You are introduced to Horace Walpole " at Strawberry, with his guests, his printers, and his picture dealers ;"to George Hardinge, on circuit, and in love ;--to Sir Isaac Newton, in * his study, and during his holiday-hours from school ;-and to Pope, “ Hurd, and Warburton, at Ralph Allen's hospitable mansion. If the

evening looks dull, and your spirits are restless, you may join the Kit“Cat Club, at Jacob Tonson's, -or Great Sam, at the Essex Head, or “ Miss Winny, at the Devil Tavern. I consider the possession of these “ volumes to be à certain preventive of ennui and the vapours. Enjoying “ those benefits, I think it would be an act of good nature in us to impart

a portion of our treasure to other people, and I know not how a page or “ two of the Quarterly Magazine could be better employed, than in exhibit"ing a few such extracts as (Our worthy correspondent has farnished us with several most interesting extracts from his favourite volumes, of which we will probably avail ourselves in some future number.]

Reviewing by Steam. The poet Akensidé invented a plan for estimating the value of Modern Poetry. It is an excellent invention, and only requires to be known, to be generally adopted. It is a sort of literary Steam engine.--In place of devoting volumes to the discussion of the merils and character of respective persons, one page will answer every necessary purpose, and decide every subject of criticism with mathematical correctness. It would be unwise in us to develope this wonderful invention in the first number of our Journal, as the general adoption of this system of criticism must eventually banish Reviews and Magazines for ever! As however all great discoveries require time to bring them even near perfection, we may perhaps explain this subject more fully in another number.

The father of late Mr. Windham had an utter abhorrence of restraint, which made him love to associate with those that put him under none at all. He would throw his legs against the chimney, round himself into a hoop in his elbow chair, and at the same time, read one subject, and converse on another, a method he constantly practised, and with what success the following instance will illustrate. One day in our common room at Geneva, (which for an hour or two after dinner was the resort of every odd genius of every country) two sets at the same time were talking on different subjects; one in English, the other in Italian. Windham was between them reading as usual, yet, occasionally joining with each, in the language which that party was speaking, and in a manner that would have made you think him solely attentive to one single subject. I remarked this, made another do so likewise, and we both of us watched him for some time, when our surprise was increased by his shutting his book, (which was old Brantome in French) and telling us an excellent story which he had been reading at the very time he had been keeping up the double conversation.

Brady, one of the composers of the authorised version of the Psalms of David, was born in the town of Bandon, in the county of Cork, in 1659. He graduated in Dublin, and obtained a Prebend in the Cathedral of Cork. He was a popular preacher, and became Chaplain to William and Mary. During the rebellion of 1690, he, three times, preserved his native town from being destroyed.

D'Israelli relates the following anecdotes, in his chapter on “the Enthusiasm of Genius.”_" When Gray wished to compose the Installation Ode, for a considerable time he felt himself without the power to begin it. A friend calling on him, Gray flung open his door hastily, and in a hurried voice and tone, exclaimed, in the first verse of that ode,-

Hence, araunt! 'uis holy ground! His friend started at the disordered appearance of the bard, whose orgasm had disturbed his very air and countenance.

“Vernet was on board a ship, in the midst of a raging tempest, and all hope was given up. The astonished Captain beheld the artist of genius, his pencil in his hand, in calm enthusiasm, sketching the terrible world of waters-studying the wave that was rising to devour him.”

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Count Gamba states, that “ Lord Byron's favourite reading, consisted of Greek History, of Memoirs, and of Romances. Never a day passed without his reading some pages of the Scotch Novels. His admiration of Sir Walter Scott, both as a writer and a companion, was unbounded. Speaking of him to his English friends, he used to say, you should know Scott; you would like him so much; he is the most delightful man in a room,

-no affectation, no nonsense, and what I like above all things, nothing of the author about him.”


My first, though your house, nay, your life he defends,
You ungratefully call him the wretch you despise ;
My second, I tell it with shame, comprehends
All the great, and the good, and the learned, and the wise;
Of my toute, I have little or nothing to say,
Except that it marks the departure of day.

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· It is no longer the fashion of the reading world to reproach the University of Dublin with an abuse of her literary opportunities. The reproach of silence, so often and so unfairly thrown upon her, is now generally considered inapplicable. Her silence—if indeed taciturnity can be charged upon one who has spoken frequently, and well,-her relative silence is now understood to be not a fault, but a peculiarity, arising out of the nature of her constitution, and not occasioned by the indolence or inability of her members. Universities are generally esteemed to be not merely schools for the instruction of youth, but also retreats for men of learning. Of the members of such corporations, some addict themselves to the invention of truth, and the improvement of knowledge, some are employed in communicating it; and while by the one class the labours of the schools are undertaken, the charge of sustaining the reputation of a scientific and learned body is mainly committed to the other :-hence expectations are formed respecting all Universities, which, however reasonable in general, will be found very deceitful if not qualified by circumstances, and which may be considered unreasonable when entertained with respect to the University of Dublin. The Constitution of that University proves that it has been instituted solely for the education of youth. The Corporation consists of seventy Scholars. who are receiving instruction, and twenty-five Fellows, with the Provost, to whose care the affairs of the University and the education of not less than seventeen hundred Students is altogether committed.

The Fellows are divided into two classes,-to the Senior Fellows are committed the more important examinations,—those for Fellowships and Scholarships,-judgment on all compositions sent in for various prizes,the entire direction and government of the Corporation, and all its affairs or Negotia.'— It is to seventeen Junior Fellows, besides the Junior Burser, that the more immediate controul and instruction, or the 'Tuition' of these 1700


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