It has already been mentioned, that the French, on their way to Africa, had seized upon Malta, and that Abercrombie had also recaptured the island, in his progress to repel the invasion. Thither his remains were escorted by his aid-de-camps, and interred, with the highest military honours, beneath the castle of St. Elmo. At home his loss was strongly felt and deeply regretted, while his memory was crowned with honours. Besides the public tribute of the monument in St. Paul's, his wife was created a baroness, with remainder to his issue male; and a pension of £2000 a year was voted by Parliament to support the dignity. Such was the career of a life, brave and honourable as any upon record, and such were the circumstances of a death not to be exceeded in glory. The memory of Sir Ralph Abercrombie is enrolled in the annals of his country, and held sacred by every soldier, and shall descend in gratitude to excite the emulation of an admiring posterity.

Numerous and talented were the tributes, both in verse and prose, to his gallantry, and the brave action in which he fell. Of these eulogies we insert one, which has only obtained the preference here, because it is the composition of a fellow-countryman. The following lines were written by Campbell, the classical author of "The Pleasures of Hope," for a Highland Society, which met in London every 21st of March, to commemorate the victory of Egypt.

PLEDGE to the much-loved land that gave us birth!
Invincible romantic Scotia's shore!

Pledge to the memory of her 'parted worth!

And first, amidst the brave, remember Moore !
And be it deemed not wrong that name to give
In festive hours, which prompts the patriot's sigh!
Who would not envy such as Moore to live-

And died he not as heroes wish to die?

Yes, tho' too soon attaining glory's goal,
To us his bright career too short was given;

Yet in a mighty cause his phoenix soul
Rose on the flames of victory to heaven!

How oft (if beats in subjugated Spain
One patriot heart) in secret shall it mourn

For him!

How oft on far Corunna's plain
Shall British exiles weep upon his urn!
Peace to the mighty dead! our bosom thanks

In sprightlier strains the living may inspire;
Joy to the chiefs that lead old Scotia's ranks

Of Roman garb, and more than Roman fire!
Triumphant be the thistle still unfurled,

Dear symbol wild! on Freedom's hills it grows;
Where Fingal stemmed the tyrants of the world,
And Roman eagles found unconquered foes.
Joy to the band this day on Egypt's coast,

Whose valour tamed proud France's tri-color,
And wrenched the banner from her bravest host,
Baptized* Invincible' in Austria's gore!
Joy for the day, on red Niemen's strand,
When bayonet to bayonet opposed,

First of Britannia's host, her Highland band,

Gave but the death-shot once, and foremost closed,

Is there a son of generous England here,

Or fervid Erin? he with us shall join,

To pray that in eternal union dear

The rose, the thistle, and the shamrock twine!
Types of a race who shall th' invader scorn,

As rocks resist the billows round their shore ;-
Types of a race, who shall, to time unborn,

Their country leave unconquered as of yore!

* During his victorious wars with Austria, Napoleon Buonaparte gave his own legion the vain title of the Invincible ;- -at the battle of Aboukir, this regiment came opposed to the 42d Highlanders, who completely routed them, and captured their standard, which was shipped for England when the body of Abercrombie was embarked for interment at Malta.

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JOSEPH ADDISON.

THOUGH buried so long ago as the year 1719, and under a combination of circumstances which one would suppose the most likely to ensure posthumous honours; yet, by some strange fatality of neglect, the memory of Addison was left for nearly a century without any tribute of public regard. A monument in his name was not erected in Westminster Abbey until the year 1809; and certainly in point of its present respectability, he has suffered little from the delay. Here is a full-sized statue of him in the Roman costume, on a circular pedestal, which is ornamented with the nine Muses in alto relievo. It is handsomely executed in white marble by R. Westmacott, R.A.; and the adaptation of the toga, however censurable in general cases, may perhaps be allowed to sit not inappropriately on the author of Cato. The inscription, from which the following lines are translated, is in Latin.

Whoever thou art who lookest upon this marble,
Respect the memory of Joseph Addison;
Whom Christian piety,

Whom Virtue and Politeness,

Have ever found their indefatigable patron.
His genius

In poetry as well as in every other kind of exquisite writing,
By which he has bequeathed to posterity the finest example of
A pure style of composition,

And learnedly developed the discipline of an upright life— Stands sacred, and sacred must remain.

In argument he happily blended gravity with mildness, And in judgment, tempered its severity with urbanity : He upheld the good, and roused the imprudent, And, by a peculiar charm, turned even the guilty round to virtue. He was born in the year of our Lord 1672,

And augmenting his fortune by moderate degrees,