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of men's minds, and the support of li- French conftitution, or a mediation beberty and the constitution. If there are tween the French nation and the rebels men,' said he, 'who look to any thing who are leagued against it, or, in short, beyond the constitution, let them know to any, composition with the powers who that it is by the constitution alone that possess estates in the province of Alsace, France can be saved. The nobility are which shall tend to restore to them, upon equally at variance with the people and the our territory, any of their rights suppreffking. Let us banish trifling fears and ed by the constituent national assembly, vain alarms. Let us foil the nobility a except any indemnity conformable to the second time, by displaying the generous principles of the constitution. qualities of which they thought themselves • The national assembly, decrees, that the sole possessors. The glory of miuifters the above declaration shall be carried to ought to be inseparable from that of the the king by a deputation, and that he national assembly.'

thall be requested to make it known to the His speech was received with loud ap- powers of Europe ; announcing to them, plause, and ordered to be printed, and in the name of the French nation, that, copies of it sent to the eighty-three depart- resolved to maintain her conftitution en

tire, or to perish with it, they shall look On Sunday, January the 15th, the na.. upon every prince who opposes the constitional assembly passed the following de. tution as an enemy.' cree, in two parts : I. · The national assembly, consider

The king's answer to the deputations ing that, at a moment when French li- which presented this decree, was : berty is threatened from all parts, it is necesfary that the representatives of the will not neglect any thing that may con

• Assure the national assembly, that I people ward off, by every means in their tribute to the strengthening of the conftia power, the efforts directed against the

tution.' French constitution, decrees the urgency of the measure.'

Such is the state of the important affairs II. The national assembly declares in- of France, down to the memorable 15th famous, traitors to the country, and cul- of January, the epocha fixed, beyond pable of the crime of Lese Nation, every which the princes of Germany were to agent of the executive power, every French- allow no countenance or support to the

may

take any part, directly or exiled princes. The events that may ocindirectly, either at a congress for the cur, in consequence, will be related in due purpose of obtaining a modification of the order.

man, who

THE BRITISH MUS E.

ODE, written at EAGLEHURST, which Shall rouse the clouds' embattled hoft,

commands a View of Spithead, Oct. Sweep from the woods their leafy pride, Io, 1790.

And dath the wave's infuriate tide By HENRY JAMES Pye, Esq. P. L.

Against the howling coaft. PROUD o'er yon distant furge, behold So in each ship’s stupendous womb, Britannia's fleet majestic ride!

Now gently floating on the deep, Where, as her flags in many a fold

Peaceful as in the filent tomb, Float high in æther's ambient tide,

The demons of destruction sleep Warm courage beams from every eye,

But wak'd by War's terrific roar, Stern Indignation's pulse beats high; Prompt o'er each desolated shore

Their hell-directed flight to urge,
And, kindling at the warlike fight,
Vengeance, with firm but temperate voice, And leading Slaughter's horrid trainy

With hecatombs of warriors Nain,
Responsive to a nation's choice,
Demands the promis'd fight.

To load th' empurpled surge.
How mild the sun's meridian rays !, What tho' at proud Iberia's chiefs
How blue the heavens! how soft the breeze The fpear of

vengeance

Britain aims, That o'er the waving forest plays, Shall the not mourn a people's griefs, And gently curls the rippling feas ! Their dying fons, their weeping dames ? But foon November's wint'ry hour, Nor shall the ev’n with tearless eye, Arm'd with the tempest's tyrant power, Yon gallant navy e’er descry,

of day,

Returning o'er the Western flood; While Zephyr's fragrant breeze, foft For ah! the laurel's greenest bough

breathing, stole That ever crown'd Victoria's brow, A pleasing sadness o'er my pensive soul, Is surely tinged with blood.

Care, and her ghastly train, were far

away; Tho'blaze the splendid fires around, While calm, beneath the sheltering The arks of triumph proudly rise;

woods, I lay Tho' Fame her loudest Pæan found;

Mid fhades, impervious to the beams And notes of conquest rend the skies ; Alas! in fome sequester'd cell,

Here f-fad reverse !-- from scenes of Mer daughter'd lover's funeral knell, In every thout the virgin hears;

pleasure far, And as the strain of victory flows,

I wage with Sorrow unremitting war: More fwell the widow'd matron's woes,

Oppress'd with grief, my ling'ring mo And faster fall her tears,

ments flow,

Nor aught of joy, örąught of quiet, know, Tho' from this cliff, while Fancy views

Far from the scenes that gave my being Yon squadrons darken half the main,

birth, See dress’d in Glory's brightest hues. From parents far, an outcast of the earth! The pride of Albion's naval reign;

In youth's warm hours, from each reYet, as Reflection's mirror shews

ftriction free, Th' attendant scene of death and woes,

Left to myself in dangerous liberty. Th' exulting hopes of conquest cease; Now pale Disease shoots thro' my languid She turns from war's delusive form,

frame, To deprecate th’ įmpending storm, And checks the zeal for wisdom and for And breathes her vows for peace,

fame.

Now droops fond Hope, by DisappointA Desire to regain his Native Country. ment crossid ; (From the German of the late Baron Chillid by negle&i, each fanguine wiih is

loft, Haller.]

O'er the weak mound stern Ocean's bil, H! woods for ever dear! whose

lows ride, branches spread

And waft destruction in with every tide ; Their verdant arch o'er Hafel's * breezy While Mars, descending from his crimson head,

car, When shall I once again, supinely laid,

Fans with fierce hands the kindling flames Hear Philomela charm your list’ning

of war I. Thade!

Her gentle aid let Consolation lend : When shall I stretch my careless limbs All human evils hasten to their end. again,

The storm abates at every gust it blows ; Where, gently rising from the velvet plain, Paft ills enhance the comforts of repose. O'er the green hills, in easy curve that He who ne'er felt the pressure of distress, bend,

Ne'er felt returning pleasure's keen excess. The mossy carpet Nature's hands extend? Time, who Affliction bore on rapid wing, Where all is filent! fave the gales that My panting heart to Happiness may bring:

I, on my native hills, may yet inhale The leafy umbrage of the whisp’ring The purer influence of the ambient gale. grove ;

Ah! scenes of early joy! ah, muchOr the foft murmurs of the rivulet's wave,

lov'd shades! Whose cheering streams the lonely mea

Soon may my footsteps tread your

vernal dows lave. O Heav'n! when shall once more these Ah! should kind heav'n "permit me to

explore On scenes where all my spring of life was Your seats of ftill tranquillity once more! passid ;

E'en now, to Fancy's visionary eye, Where, oft responsive to the falling rill, Hope Thews the flattering hour of transSylva and Love

my artless lays would fill, * The neighbourhood of Berne. t Written while the author was in Holland.

| The inundation of the sea, and the bursting of a dyke, happen very frequently, in winter, at Amsterdam. - The Dutch were then on the eve of a war.

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Blue shines the æther, when the storm is Though, hurrying silent by, relentless pass’d;

Time And calm Repose succeeds to Sorrow's Assail you, and the winter whirlwinds blaft.

sweep! Flourish, ye scenes of ever new delight! For, far from blazing Grandeur's crowded Wave wide your branches to my raptur'd halls, fight?

Here Charity has fix'd her chosen seat, While, ne'er to roam again, my wearied Oft listening tearful when the wild winds. feet

beat Seek the kind refuge of your calm retreat. With hollow bodings round your ancient

walls : ODE TO INDIFFERENCE,

And Pity, at the dark and stormy hour

Of midnight, when the moon is hid on
By THOMAS PENNANT, Esq.

high,
Keeps her lone watch upon the topmost

tower,
LY, Indifference, hated maid,
F

And turns her ear to each expiring cry;
Seek Spiisbergen's horrid thade,
Where old Winter keep his court,

Bleft if her aid some fainting wretch might

save,
There, fit guest, do thou resort ;
And thy frosty breast repose

And snatch him cold and speechless from
Amid congenial ice and Inows ;
There reside, infipid maid,
But ne'er infęlt my Emma's head,

A FAREWELL to POETRY,
Or else seek the cloisters pale,
Where reluctant virgins veil ;

0

Ye! wllo feit the fancied power,
In the corner of whole heart

Illuminate the mental hour!
Earth with heav'n still keeps a part ; We feebler scribes of later days,
There thy fi:llest influence shower, Have lost the beam that warm'd your lays,
Free poor grace from passion's power i How wide for you th' enchantment
Give fond Eloisa rest,

ftream'd!
But shun, o lun my Emma's breast, The universe, one temple seem'd.

What vivifying powers have stood, Oron Lyca, wanton maid,

In the still horrors of the wood!
Be thy chilling finger laid;

Aurora's tcars impearl'd the flowers ;
Quench the frolic beam that flies
From her bright, fantastic eyes ;

And Zephyr Mook the fragrant bowers,
Teach the sweet coquette to know

A Naiad's ligh, the murmuring rill, Heart of ice in breast of snow;

Some fylvan power protects each hill,

If in the stream a nymph would lave,
Give peace to her, give peace to me,
But leave, O! leave my Emma free.

She felt the god's embracing wave,

On every plain, in every grove, But if thou, in grave disguise,

Sported the roly train of Love : Seek it to 11. ake that nymph thy prize;

And tripping fauns, and satyrs rude, If that nymph, deceiv'd by thie,

Were fien to wander every

wood. Listens to thy fophifuy,

'Mid bleeding vines young Bacchus lay, If the courts thy cold einbraces,

Ti'd with the labours of the day. And to thee religns her graces,

Rich Meaves of corn kind Ceres bears; What alas ! is left for me

And orchards feel Pomona's cares,
But to fly, myself, to thee ?

If breathes his reed fome shepherd lovain,
Enamour'd Echo steals the strain !

Or shakes the field with horns and hounds;
S O N N E T,

'Tis Dian's felf the shrill notes sounds. Written at Bamborough Castle; appro

Old Ocean's realıns are Neptune's boast; priated by a Bishop of Durham, for the Whofwelis the storm that threats the coalt; benevolent Purpote ut rescuing thip- He chains his waves, and lingoths his seas,

Or, if his lovely queen to please, wreck'd Mariners.

Seared in their pearly car, E holy covers, that snade the wave The tritons' fong is heard afar ! worn ttep,

And green-hair'd nymphs their raptures Long may. ye tür your agiu brons fub. tell,

Dancing to the vocal thell.

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The winged hours, to shady seat, Then buzzing haste thee to the sunny field, From the hot fainting earth retreat : Or drink the perfume that the moorlanda But where Olympus' gates disclose,

yield, Jove fat, and shook his awful brows! Or swifily to some flowery vale repair, His eagle, balking in his fight,

There jocund float adown the dimpling War'd oft his plumes of beamy light ;

tream, And Venus bends her soften'd face, And meet thy breth'ren in the setting Or leans on some enchanting Grace ;

beam, While on her looks each god has hung, And bathe thy ebon fides in purple air. White-handed Hebe scarce seem'd young. While thoughtless failing on the scented Of past delight, this classic theme

gale, Once form’d in youth my early dream. Farewel, ye forins of Grecian art !

Beware yon slimy threads, the woof of That must no more infame my heart.

death,

The speckled spider will empierce thy mail, Qur harsher souls, and colder clime, Claim sentiment, in polith'd rhyme.

And quench thy spirit with his tainted

breath. Fancy to Reason muit submit; And glowing imagery to Wit. Oh may no tempest Made thy mirthful day,' Yet, bards! be taught from ancient source, Nor glue those" filiny wings with whelm, Your rapid flight to urge with force ;

ing rain ! Or still, with baffled wing ye rise, Oh may no feather'd foe moleft thy way Hurl'd from the poet's starry skies ! And fluttering bear thee to his infant train!

May no fierce inmate of the curled brook, To CYNTHIA.

While o'er his head thou speed 'It thy circa (From · Poems," by F. Sayers, M. D.] Snatch thee unheeding to his watery nook,

ling flight, WHAT tho I'm told that Flora's face And ruthless force thee from the cheerful Is flush'd with fresher tints than

light, thine, That Chloe moves with nobler grace,

Long, long may summer lengthen out thy That Laura's lightnings brighter shine; And spare a life so bright with varied joy,

year, What tho' I'm told Zelinda's breast

A little life which glides uncheck'd by Is whiter than the mountain-snows,

fear, That Fulvia's lips in dimples drest

Tho' chilling winter hovers to destroy. Are (weeter than the summer-rose ;

How different man--he forms the lowerFor ever hanging on thy smile,

To others' charms my soul is blind, Of gloomy care his happier hours to What perfect form can hiin beguile,

Throud, Who doats upon thy perfect mind? Fixing on doubtful ill his restless eye,

How wiler far, like thee, with gladrome

heart ODE TO A FLY.

To catch the transports Nature's gifts im[From the Same.]

part

And frolic careless of futurity.-GAY child of summer, who on burnish'd wings

Description of an Ancient Briton. Unceasing ply't thy brisk and mazy flight, Tasting with rapture all that Nature flings From Mr. Richard's Poem of The Profusely round-still courting new de Aboriginal Britons,' which gained the light,

prize, last Act, at Oxford. Come, in thine airy dance, and freely fip RUDE as the wilds around his fylvan The clear juice sparkling to my thirity lips

home And wheeling sportive o'er my tempting In savage grandeur see the Briton roam : board,

Bare were his limbs, and itrung with teil Cull the red nectarine for thy luscious and cold, meal,

By untamnd Nature cast in giant moula, Or from the peach its pulp of fragrance O'er his broad brawny shoulders, loosely steal,

Hung, And calmly rifle autumn's choicest hcard, Shaggy and long, his yellow ringlets hung.

ing cloud

His waist an iron-belted falchion bore, Hid in the aguish fen, whole days to rett; Masly, and purpled deep with human gore; The numbing waters gathered round his His scarr’dand rudely painted limbs around

breast; Fantastic horror-striking figures frown'd; To see despondence cloud each rising Which, monster-like, ev'n to the confines morn,

And dark despair hang o'er the years unOf Nature's work, and left him hardly born, Man.

Yet here, e'en here, he greatly dard to His knitted brows and rolling eyes impart

lie, A direful image of his ruthless heart; And drain the luscious dregs of liberty. Where war, and human bloodshed, brood. Outcast of nature, fainting, wasted, wan, ing lie

To breathe an air his own, and live a Like thunders, lowering in a gloomy sky.

ran

man.

EPITAPH, written by Mr. HAYLEYS PORTRAIT of the fame, after a Defeat,

for the Grave-Stone of his Nurse. When o'erthrown

In Memory of More keen and fierce the flame of freedom SARAH BETTS, Widow, Thone.

Who passed near fifty years in one Service; Ye woods, whose cold and lengthen'd

and died Jenuary 2, 1792, aged seventracks of shade

ty-eight years. Rofe on the day, when sun and stars were made!

FAREWELL, dear fervant, fince thy Waves of Lodore, that from the moun

heavenly Lord tain's brow

Summons thy worth to its fupreme rea Tumble your flood, and shake the vale ward. below!

Thine was a spirit that no toil could tire, Majestic Skiddaw, round whose trackless · When service sweat for duty, not for steep,

hire.' Mid the bright sunshine darksome tempests. From him whose childhood, cherish'd by sweep!

thy care, To

you the patriot fred, his native land Weather'd long years of sickness and de: He spurn’d, when proffered by a con spair, queror's hand,

Take, what may haply touch the bleft you to roam at large į to lay his head

above, On the bleak rock, unclad, unhous’d, Truth's tender praise, and tears of grate, unfed.

ful love,

In

THE THEATRE.

On Saturday, Dec. 31, the

Dramatic mour, who fight with lances, fwords, and Romance of Cymon was revived, at battle-axes ; three of Hughes' horses are the King's Theatre in the Haymarket; introduced and managed with much dexwith additional airs and music. At the terity, the prince of Wales' Highlander conclution of the piece was introduced a makes one of the procession, and enters magnificent procession of the knights in the lists as a champion, fighting with an the dresses of the warriors and different enormous club; against him a small feorders of chivalry in former times, par- male warrior is opposed, by whom be is ticularly the Anglo-Saxons, Danes, and subdued. It is by far the grandest specthose of England, France, and Norway. tacle ever seen upon the stage. To these are added a grand car, with the The decorations are splendid and apfigures of St. George and the Dragon ; propriate, and the new scenery is among another with a Cupid heating a lilver the happiest efforts in that style of paintarrow; the whole accompanied by the ing. "The Arcadian garden is a beautiduke of York's full band.

fully picturesque scene, and that which At the conclufion of the procession, a concluded the piece is uncommonly eletournament takes place of both horse and gant. The whole does credit to the penfoot, between several combatants in ar cil of Mr. Greenwood,

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