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The specimens in the Volumes already completed, are creditable to the industry and the talents of Mr. Valpy, who is a Graduate in the University of Oxford, bred up in the seminary of his learned Father at Reading, and is likely to rank high among the Classic Printers of this Country.

The following is the bill of fare which the Reader will find provided for him in this Journal; and as the whole is well seasoned with Attic salt, he may suit the taste of his own palate in the selection.

1. Critical Observations on Classical Authors; 2. Criticisms on new Editions of the Classics, and on Publications relating to Greek, Latin, and Oriental Literature; 3. Disquisitions on Classical and Literary Subjects; 4. Philological and Literary Anecdotes; 5. Classical and Oriental Antiquities; 6. Biblical Criticisms and Dissertations; 7. Grammatical and Etymological Researches; 8. Bibliographical Intelligence; 9. Collations of Greek and Latin MSS.; 10. Prize Poems, and other Academical Exercises; 11. Greek and Latin Original Poetry; 12. Republications of scarce and valuable Tracts on Critical and Philological Subjects, and of important Articles in Continental Journals."

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clearness and precision to the same idea; and by adding occasionally some suggestion of his own, to inculcate with more efficacy the doctrine of another."

In this endeavour Mr. Reynolds has very happily succeeded; the subjects being well arranged, and rendered easy of comprehension. Four explanatory Plates illustrate the several propositions. Although many publifor the assistance of young Students, cations on this subject are now offered whatever can open to them an inlet into the field of Science, freed from the intricacies with which their imaginations are too frequently perplexed, must be considered as a valuable Elements of Astronomy for the clearaddition; and we recommend these ness and precision with which instruction is conveyed.

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10. Introduction to the Science of Harmony; or, a Catechism, uniting, with the First Practical Lessons on the Piano Forte, the Rudiments of Thorough Bass. By S. Spence; 12mo. pp. 36. Harris.

THE Rudiments of Thorough Bass are in this short Musical Catechism rendered familiar to the comprehension of the Student; and the young Practitioner would find the acquirement of these easy Lessons a great assistance towards a progress in the Science.

INDEX INDICATORIUS.

J. W. L. B. feels much obliged to A. K.; and would, if his address were known, be less brief in expressions of gratitude.

D. D. S. would be particularly obliged to any Norfolk Correspondent for a view of Swaffham Church in that County, and also an account of the Monuments and Monumental Inscriptions within the same. -His Query concerning the cleaning of Coins borders too much on the ludicrous.

A NEW CORRESPONDENT asks, "Whether Deans are entitled to impale the arms of their respective Deaneries with their own, in the same manner as a Bishop impales those of his See? In some Cathedrals we may find instances of a Dean impaling the arms of his Office with those of his own

Family.".

We wish not to discourage young Writers; but the Lines of W. W. are really too bad.

obliged to answer anonymous CorrespondWe do by no means consider ourselves tempt to deceive us by fictitious names. ents; and still less those who foolishly atSuch of these as are not post paid are in general returned to the Post-office.

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⚫ ADDRESS TO NEW YEAR'S DAY.

HASTE, orient Morn! with aspect mild, And chase the Gloom away,

That o'er th' horizon long has hung,

And still obscures the day.
Stretch'd on the couch of fell Disease
Britannia's Monarch lies:
No Art can check its wild career,
And bid the Suff'rer rise.

May thy bland hours arrest its course,
Its tumults calm to rest;
Reason's bright torch relume afresh,
And still his throbbing breast.
Extract Afiction's rankling shafts,
Their deep-felt smart assuage;
O give his virtuous aid again,
To prop a falling age.

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Should Spain's brave warriors range their 2. To quell the haughty pride

Of towering Gaul, may thy blest beams The bloody fray decide!

Direct each Patriot arm to deal

Destruction wide around, Pierce deep th' Invader's thickest ranks,

And strew th' ensanguin'd ground: Till, torn with blasted rage and grief,

And urg'd by dire dismay;

His thinn'd battalions fly with shame,
And quit the gasping prey.

But chief let Britain's martial bands
Thy cheering influence hail
On the fam'd Tagus' golden banks,
Should hostile force assail.

May then Buzaco's Champions grasp
Again the murderous steel,

Its wasteful vengeance, fraught with fate,
The close-wedg'd legions feel.
See where in welt'ring heaps they sink,
And yield their guilty breath;
No righteous cause relieves their pangs,
And makes them smile in Death.
The robber's spoils, th' assassin's gold,
Have lost their lustre quite,
Now the rack'd soul must quit its clay,
And seek the caves of Night.

With prospects different far from these,
My Country's Sons shall glow;
When 'midst the battle's storm they fall

Beneath the whelming foe.

The Pow'r that marks the galling chain,
That hears the plaintive cry,
Where Rapine, Force, and Fraud prevail,
From his abode on high;

Shail bless the generous arm that saves
From wrongs a groaning land;
And, when the destin'd victim drops,
Support him with his hand.

And, once the painful struggle o'er,
Shall freshest laurels bloom,
And shed perennial verdure round
The British Soldier's tomb.

F. D. B.

REFLECTIONS ON NEW YEAR'S DAY.

ANOTHER year is fled, unerring Time

With restless energy pursues his course,
And to the gulph of what is past conducts
Another year, and yet another still,
A series elaimant in their turn for life.
And what is life? Ask of yon Cherub Babe,
All frolick nature laughing in his eye,
And heaven's own sunshine beaming in
his smile,

Who, waking all the transports of the heart,
With vast importance in his little look,
A tiny sceptre waving in his hand, [pay
Commands th' attentive elders, pleas'd to
The ready homage to his playful laws,
And, great in mighty weakness, seems to
[him.

think

The world and all its wonders made for
Or shall we ask the Youth, yet immature,
More strong sensations flushing o'er his
soul,

Perspective thoughts of joys without alloy,
Scenes of ideal happiness to come,
Uninterrupted, and without a shade?
Or put this question to the graver Man
Who, thro' the mazes of a bustling world,
Intent on what reality requires,

Or led by glory, or the love of gain,

By Science courted, or the hopes of ease, Assiduous toils? Or shall we ask Old Age, Resign'd, and temperate, honour'd, and esteem'd,

And just about to leave it-what is life? And can they answer! they perceive the glow,

The strong incentive thro' revolving years-But wherefore thus, why thus the lamp of life

Burns inexhausted, and yet fades away,
Dies and yet lives, decreases and renews,
Illuminating still successive man

So ever various and so still the same?
We can but give the reason in the fact.
O wondrous tissue of perplexing thoughts!
If reason will not tremble and adore:
For life is more than merely to exist,
To waste some flutt'ring hours in idle mirth,
And think that reason shines, a gilded toy,
To charm the fancy, not to rule the mind.
All is consummate wonder, all beyond
The proudest efforts of inquiring Man;
And shall he claim more rare intelligence
Than Heaven has granted, and presume

himself,

Such as he is, enabled to search out
The veiled meanings of th' Eternal Cause?
Should Man, who when he wills is free to

move,

Or, when he wills it, can remain at rest, Yet why his limbs, obedient to his will, Move, or remain quiescent, cannot tellShould he do more than wonder and revere? 'Tis his to wait, obedient, till that life When time shall cease, forgotten, and unknown,

And his bright eye, no longer thro' the glass Of

Of darken'd Nature looking, shall behold
The veil remov'd, and he shall comprehend,
And then be able to resolve, what now
In vain he asketh-might there not have
been

Without probation, Paradise, and Heaven,
A present world as sinless as the next,
No deeds abhorrent to the feeling mind,
No guilt triumphant, and no folly base?
Here we are circumscrib'd-enough, to
know
[such
That Heaven itself hath will'd it to be
As we behold it, yet, in mercy, grants
An ample range, by bounding reason safe,
To human knowledge proper, and secure,
Bids man exert the powers which are his

own,

To prove him nobler than inferior tribes, And gives him, high prerogative! to strive, By Faith supported, not to live in vain! He,with submissive deference, should read, In virtue only bold, but not too proud, Should, like a duteous satellite, obey, Not, like a comet flaming thro' the void, Erratic wander, terrible and dire, Portentous gleaming o'er a troubled world! What are thy joys, Ambition! what the charm

peace?

Can scatter roses o'er thy flinty couch,
And give the tyrant, on his bed of down,
Nature's soft slumbers, and a dream of
[path,
Ah, there is none !-Suspicion haunts his
In that his eyelids close, and wake in dread.
O with what more than joy the Muse directs
From scenes of desolation and dismay
Her tortur'd vision, to those happy realms
Where Britain's Genius faus the generous
flame:

Nor to herself confin'd, but spreads it wide,
Pours animation o'er a groaning world,
And bids it trust, the Despot vaunts in vain!
The flame, awhile restrain'd, is not extinct,
From shore to shore it spreads, from clime

to clime,

And longing nations catch the sacred glow, Ye shall not always suffer, the mild forms Of peace and comfort, tenderness and joy, Banish'd at present from their ravag'd seats, Again shall flourish there, when ardent zeal,

The patriotic firmness, and resolve

To die or conquer in their Country's cause, Have taught insulted lands to burst the yoke ;

Rise,like a phoenix, unsubdued, and strong, And nobly emulous of Britain's fire, And nobly conscious of her aiding hand, Taught them, to prove, that Freedom, fixing firm [isle,

Her home, enraptur'd, in her favourite Where still she dwells, undaunted, and [som'd lands,

secure,

May thence, excursive, range thro' ranAnd other regions in her kind embrace Benignant folding, may with pride receive No alien greetings to her honest love!

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THE inclosed" Ode to Enterprize" was

written on the eve of the 19th of May 1810, previously to the Author's setting out the next morning on his Travels through Sweden, Lapland, Russia, and the shores of the Euxine. That this dangerous and almost unbeaten track was undertaken by this accomplished Votary of Enterprize, every philosophic reader of taste and judgment has reason to rejoice; as the Literary World has been lately gratified by an account of these Travels, which have added much to the general store of information, and do equal credit to the Author's abilities as an able Writer, a scientific Observer, and an enterprizing Traveller. The little poem I inclose you a copy of, he in all probability has forgotten; or, at least, will never think it of sufficient importance to give it himself to the publick; but, if you be of opinion with the that it is written with so much originality, taste, and spirit, that it cannot but be a most agreeable present to your Poetic Readers, I trust your insertion of it cannot give any offence to the learned and elegant Author; and its appearance in print will gratify some Friends, who equally admire and respect him, and uone more than,

Yours, &c.

AMICUS.

ODE TO ENTERPRIZE. ON lofty mountains roaming, O'er bleak perennial snow, Where cataracts are foaming And raging North winds blow.

Where

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"Where bright in matchless lustre The lithal flowers unfold, And midst the beauteous cluster Beams efforescent gold : "In every varied station, Whate'er my fate may be, My hope, my emulation

Is still to follow thee.

"When age with sickness blended Shall check the gay career, And death, tho' still suspended, Begin to linger near; "Then oft in visions fleeting, May thy fair form be nigh, And still thy votary greeting, Receive his parting sigh! "And tell a joyful story

Of some new world of bliss, Eclipsing all the glory

Thou promis'dst him in this!"

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And shield thy servant with Almighty care! Mourn, Adam's sons, the fatal sentence [return." "Sprung from the dust, to dust ye shall Your days are few, your race is quickly [ting sun;

run,

The shades of night soon shroud your setNaked ye left your mother's fruitful womb, And death shall hide you naked in the tomb. Wise men and fools, the coward and the brave, [slave, The prince, the peasant, hero, captive Mingle together in one common grave. Here wretches moulder, from farm'd work-house fled. [bread; Who robb'd the paupers of their daily And parish quacks, who, for a paltry fee, The passport sign'd of dying misery; Churchwardens too, who left Gol's house a prey

To cankering time, to ruin and decay; And schoolmasters, who hunt endowments fair, [care;

Then leave their scholars to a hireling's Too proud to teach salvation's sacred rule, They banish Bibles from a Christian school; Instruct wild youth with Greek, rude clowns to please,

Nor copy Jesus Christ, but Socrates;

Their corses lay-impropriators lend, [mend. To sap a chancel which they ne'er would From taverns, theatres, and brothels, come Thousands of thousands to untimely doom. The servant hears no more his master's call; [wall; The pris'ner freed escapes the dungeon The wicked cease from troubling; peaceful rest, [weary breast. With dove-like calm, broods o'er the The lofty palace, and the frowning gate, The pride of office, and the pomp of state

And

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Swift as a well-trimm'd vessel ploughs the Swift as the whizzing arrow cuts its way, Swift as the eagle pounces on its prey.

As the rude ploughshare crops the blooming flow'r, [no more;

So falls our house of clay, to rise on earth The fairest face, the eye divinely bright, Are food for worms hid in sepulchral night. Wealth, honour, glory, beauty, soon decay, And nought abides, when man is call'd away. [tains,

Of all the caskets which thy house conSave one poor coffin nothing now remains : Though of thy splendid dresses lately proud, [shroud!

They all are dwindled to one woollen Where are our sires? Gone to their silent home. [tomb. And where the prophets? hid within the

Our Saviour Christ himself resign'd his

breath,

And paid man's forfeit by a painful death; Rose the third day triumphant o'er the grave, [to save ; And wav'd the banner'd cross, omnipotent Ascended glorious to his uative skies, To teach his followers from this earth to rise, [immortal prize. And gain a heav'nly crown, their faith's At the great dawning of the Judgment Day, [melt away, When heaven, and earth, and seas shall The King of Glory shall let loose his ire, And the world perish in a flood of fire; All nature stands aghast; the mountains [God.

nod; Each trembling heart prepares to meet its The pomp and majesty of kingly pow'r Are all extinguish'd in that fatal hour; The rich men weep, the great their fall deplore, [more.

And prondest conquerors now are proud no Rumours of wars throughout the world shall rise; [skies; The sea shall roar, and stars forsake the

The Son of Man, riding on clouds, shall come,

And send a summons for the gen'ral doom; The great arch-angel shall his trumpet sound, [bound, Louder and louder shall its voice reTill heav'n and earth shall echo all around.

The dead shall hear,on that tremendousday, This awful call "To Judgment come away." Men of all ages, and of ev'ry clime, [time, Since the sun measur'd first the course of All in one moment from their graves arise, And open on the Judge their tearful eyes. Christ sits upon his Throne; majestic

sight!

And calls the volume of our doom to light. Rang'd on each side a diff'rent troop is

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"And live for ever in your blissful home; "Ye cloth'd the naked, and the hungry fed; [led; "Home to your board the weary pilgrim "Lur'd by soft Charity's benignant call, "Ye pour'd the healing balm within the dungeon wall. [fight, "Well have ye fought of faith a glorious "Rul'd by my Spirit, cover'd by my Might. [prove,

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"Your great Redeemer's sure protection "And reap your high reward--your "Saviour's love."

(To be concluded in our next.}·

THE ROSE-BUD.

AN elegant Bud of a Rose

On Margaret's bosom reclin'd; Her cheeks all its beauties disclose, In her lips all its sweets are combin'd. Young Edwin, who longing survey'd Its charms as lay on the shrine, With freedom addressing the maid, Said, "Lady, this bud shall be mine." 'Twas a pity,-'twas worse,-'twas a sin, Such an elegant Rose to displace From the sweet situation 'twas in, From a bow'r of beauty and grace. He took it-yet felt some remorse Such pleasing companions to part, And using a delicate force,

He plac'd the bud next to his heart. There clinging too closely, he found,

The Rose, which began to give pain, Had made an impression-a woundWhich he fear'd-yet he wish'd-would remain.

"And thus," the young moralist said, "Am I punish'd for robbing the bow'r Yet I hope that the heart of the maid Is not quite so hard as the flow'r." E.F.

INTER

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