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treated, fuch the defire to obtain his regard, that three of the boys, of whom Mr. Hector was fometimes one, ufed to come in the morning as his humble attendants, and carry him to fchool. One in the middle ftooped, while he fat upon his back, and one on each fide fupported him; and thus he was borne triumphant. Such a proof of the early predominance of intellectual vigour is very remarkable, and does honour to human nature. Talking to me once himfelf of his being much diftinguished at school, he told me, "they never thought to raise me by comparing me to any one; they never faid, Johnson is as good a scholar as fuch a one; but fuch a one is as good a scholar as Johnson; and this was faid but of one, but of Lowe; and I do not think he was as good a fcholar." He difcovered a great ambition to excel, which rouf

ed him to counteract his indolence. He was uncommonly inquifitive; and his memory was fo tenacious, that he never forgot any thing that he either heard or read. Mr. Hector remembers having recited to him eighteen verses, which, after a little paufe, he repeated verbatim, varying only one epithet, by which he improved the line. He never joined with the other boys in their ordinary diverfions; his only amusement was in Winter, when he took a pleasure in being drawn upon the ice by a boy bare footed, who pulled him along by a garter fixed round him; no very eafy operation, as his fize was remarkably large. His defective fight, indeed, prevented him from enjoying the common fports; and he once pleasantly

remarked to me, how wonderfully well he

had contrived to be idle without them."

(To be continued.)

FOREIGN LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. The first volume of the Antiquités Nationales, mentioned in p. 562, is now complete, and the fecond begun. "Each "number has twenty plates; they are "published monthly; fix numbers make "a volume, and the fubfcription is 84 "livres (31. 10s.) a year, at PARIS." L'Efpirit des Journaux; which adds, "the execution of the work itself, and "alfo of the engravings, are fuch as "merit the greatest encouragement."The engravings improve, but not to the degree that might have been expected.

Mr. J. Beckmann has published at LEIPSIC, in German, A Hiftory of Inventions, part I.; from which we learn, 1. that kermes, or cochineal, is mentioned by the Hebrew, Greek, Latin, and Arabian writers, and appears to have been known in the Eaft before the time of Mofes: the coccus Polonicus was firft collected in the 12th century, and called St. John's Blood: Corn. Diebbel firft GENT. MAG. September, 1791.

heightened the colour of cochineal by folution of tin.-2. Pens. The first authentic teftimony of quills ufed for writing is in Ifidorus, who died in 636.

3. Wire-drawing. Wire-drawers were fir diftinguished from wire-fmiths at bably invented in the 4th century. In Augfburg, in 1351.-4. Saddles. Pro385 the Emperor Theodofius ordered, that no poft-horfe fhould have a faddle weighing more than fixty pounds.-5. Stirrups; and, 6. Horfe-fhoes. Of the former no mention is found before the 6th century; of the latter, none before the 9th.

M. de St. Mihiel attempts to elucidate the hiftory of the man with the iron mafk, in an effay, printed at PARIS, intituled, Le Véritable Homme dit au Mafque de Fer; according to which, Anne of Auftria, after the death of Louis XIII. married Cardinal Mazarine, by whom he had a fon, born towards the end of 1644, whofe exiftence was concealed, left the Queen-dowager fhould be deprived of the regency. This fon was the famous man with the iron mask. Mr. de St. M's inconteftible proofs, however, are far from amounting to a demonftration.

Introductio in Artem Diplomaticam Hungaria, by Mart. Schwartner. PEST, 1790. Every additional difcovery in the diplomatic fcience deferves attention. Mr. S's examination of the Hungarian documents, and his remarks on them, fill up a void in their general history. He has given fpecimens in three copperplates. We have another illustration of Hungarian antiquities in Alexi Horanyi de facra Corona Hungaria. From the infcriptions on this crown, Mr. H. infers, that it was prefented to Goyfa by Conftantine Pophyrogenitus; that ic was then an open crown; and that Pope Silvefter II. made it a close one, when it was fent to him for his benediction by Stephanus, the fon of Goyfa.

The royal hiftoriographer and chamberlain of Denmark, and president of the Society of Antiquaries, P. F. Suhn, has published Part IV. of the Hillory of that kingdom; in which it is brought down to the year 1995, and a further continuation, to 1241, is prepared for the prefs. This volume is illuftrated with plates of various remains of antiquity, and a plan of the antient fortrefs of Siöringberg, in Jutland. The work was begun in 1782. See our vol. LVI. p. 774, LVII. 714.

Mr.

850

Foreign Literary Intelligence.-Index Indicatorius.

Mr. Bourrit, already well known for his account of the Glacieres, has publifhed an Itineraire de Geneve, Lausanne, Chamouni, very useful for travellers to those favourite objects.

Mr. Wafi Szujew has published at DRESDEN and LEIPSIC the first volume of his Journey from St. Petersburg to Cherfon, in 1781-2, with plates, in 4to. We wish it were in a language more generally underflood. Having been tranflated from Ruffian into German, we hope it will get, ere long, into French, and then into our mothertongue. The fecond volume is to con. tain a description of Cherfon, with fome account of the Crimea.

Catalogue of Typographical Monuments of the 15th Century, preferved in the Library of the Canons Regular of St. Auftin, at Neuftift, in Tirol. BRIXEN, 1789, 4to. with 6 copper-plates.

Catalogue of fome remarkable Books in the faid library, with 6 plates of marks, &c. ibid. 1790; both by Mr. Grafs the librarian. The oldest book in this catalogue is Conflitutiones Clementis; Mogont. 1460.

Mr. G. W. Zapf has published at ULM an antient Hiftory of Printing at Mentz, from the Invention of the Art to 1499. The first book mentioned is the Letter of Indulgence of Pope Nicholas V. 1454, of which Mr. Breit kopf promifes a further account. next is the Latin Pfalter, 1457; the firft book to which the year, printer's name, and place, were affixed.

The

LEIPSIC. An Abridgement of Adelurg's Dictionary having been offered to the publick by a bookfeller at Kempren, the author of that celebrated work has thought it neceffary to make known, that an abridgement of it by himfelf, which will make two volumes in Svo. and has been long promifed, is now in the prefs. This abridgement is from the fecond edition of his large work, the firft volume of which is nearly printed. For the benefit of the poffeffors of the first edition, the principal additions and corrections in the fecond, which are very numerous, will be published by themfelves. Mr. A. hopes, that they will both be completed in about 2 years.

INDEX

INDICATORIUS.

In answer to a correfpondent's query, Dr. KIPPIS informs us, that, at prefent, he has no other materials concerning Dr. RICHARD NEWTON than what are furnished by refer ences which he has made to his Works, to Whiston's Life of himself, to the Gentleman's

[Sept.

Magazine, to the Monthly Review, to the
British Topography, to Doddridge's Letters,
and to Gutch's Hiftory and Antiquities of
Oxford, under the head of Hertford College.
From thefe fources various particulars may
be collected with regard to the Doctor, but
not fufficient, without farther intelligence, to
conftitute a regular and well-written article.
A QUONDAM FRIEND Wishes to be in-
formed when the fermon which occafioned
the fonnet in p. 565 was published, by whom
it was written, and where it may be pur-
He will find the "Horatian Öde”
chafed..
he enquires after in p. 367.

There is enough to anfwer in the charge brought by Quoz, p. 621, without requiring an actual fignature; nor are the facts les true or ftrong because anonymous.

QQ. (p. 659) is informed, that the Life of Bp. Taylor, by Mr. Whieldon, may be purchafed at Mr. Job Nafh's, at St. Alban's.

The CONSTANT CORRESPONDENT Who, in our Index Indicatorius for July last, complained of the indecent mode of administering Confirmation and the Lord's Supper, is by no means fatisfied with the apology offered p. 723; which, in his opinion, only confirms the indecency of the practice, and fhews how unequally the extensive parochial churches in the country are attended, either from the infufficiency of the revenues to maintain two minifters, or from the indolence of those who are fo maintained. On a representation to Dr. Halifax of the indecency of his method of adminiftering the Sacrament, he changed it. Of the indecorous manner of adminiftering Confirmation in a certain diocefe, fee the "Addrefs to the Archbishop of Canterbury," in our Review, p. 842.-See alfo, in p. 799, a letter which we hope will close this unpleasant subject.

It is afferted, in Young's "Annals of Agriculture," vol. V. p. 411, that the quantity of timber requifite for building a seventygun fhip would take the space of forty statute acres to grow in. The quantity feems fo extraordinary, that A CONSTANT READER requests more particulars on that fubje&, through the channel of any of our correfpondents who are converfant in the business.

Our Friend "at HARTSHORN" has our beft thanks for what he has fent us, and alfo for what he kindly promises to fend.

We are much obliged by the offers of Mr. J. HENN; who fhall receive a small packet by the first opportunity that occurs.

To our good friend Mr. WESTON we are forry to fay, that the MS. of his Sonnet (agreeably to our invariable ufage) was deftroyed immediately after it was printed.

The ARMS from PINCHBECK, and thofe from KING JOHN'S PLACE, are engraving; as is the Shrine fent by T. C. of Chester.

R. C. on "Oxford Degrees" in our next; with an original Poem by POPE; the Signals at BAMBOROUGH CASTLE, &c. &c. &c. &c. Not admifiible: T. W. O.'s Sonnet.

KE

A

SONNET.

BROAD I roam with melancholy

heart,

Nor longer can the gaudy funshine please ; I feem amongst the gay to bear a part,

But feel, alas! within, no real eafe,

Till night, and folitude, that kind relief

Affords, which day denies to filent woe: The midnight lamp at once indulges grief

And cares, by fuff'ring balmy tears to flow.
By tears reliev'd, exhausted Nature tir'd,
Night'soffspring, Steep, defcends with heal-
ing pow'r,

And Holy Vifions hover round my mind;
Methinks, by Hope and pure Devotion fir'd,
1 feem above this mortal coil to foar,
And all a dream my waking woes I
S. D.

find.

L I NE S

ON THE

DEATH OF COLONEL MOORHOUSE*,
BY AN UNKNOWN WRITER.

I

F held by Fate, if aweful from the cause, The battle ceafes, and the trumpets pause; If funk by grief the drooping Warrior stands, And grafps the falchion with reluctant hands; Blame not, O God of Arms! the mute delay; Nor lefs refulgent fhine the rifing day, Unless the tear which Glory deigns to shed, Dims the bright orb, and mourns her Fav'rite dead.

For thee, O MOORHOUSE! Elegy fhall give
Her richest trains, to bid thy mem'ry live.
Yet, ere thro' nobler thoughts thy merits
thine,

Let the meek prelude to thy fame be mine;
Be mine the talk, tho' my afpiring lays
Breathe but the wish to justify thy praife.
And, oh! too lately, and too dearly known,
What can thy lofs, thy gen'ral lofs, atone!

To drain the fource of ineffectual tears,
And damp with ceafelefs fighsfucceedingyears;
T'exhau? the chafte effufions of the lyre,
And, hopeless, emulate its facred fire;
These humble tributes fuit but ill thy claim,
Nor to its own deferts exalt thy name;
Yet fhall no charm our thoughts of theeretard,
Deep in our minds hath mem`ry fix'd regard;
Beyond the tuncful lyre, or Poet's art,
Lives the pare record of the feeling heart;
And fure, if aught below thy car es can move,
'Tis the enduring figh of faithful love!
Religion, Truth, and Fortitude, combin'd
To ftamp their image in thy perfect mind:
When Friendship glow'd, 'twas luftre all its

And Poverty, by pitying Angels led,
Caught from thy lib'ral hand her daily bread.
Gentle, as manly,-merciful, as brave,—
FriendThip and Glory confecrate thy grave!
Heroes fhall wonder where thy bones repofes
Gaze on thy wreck, and moralize their woes,
Inafter-ages, 'midit the battle's heat,
The veteran foldier fhall thy fall repeat;
At thy great name the vanquish'd foe fhall
fly,
Daunted by Moorhouse, Fate, and Victory.
And thou-meek partner of his tend'rer care,
While damp that cheek with Grief's too fre-

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May Friendship hope to mitigate the figh,
Arreft the falling tribute from the eye,
And guide, in Refignation's path, thy way
Thro' life's dark hour to Heav'n's eternal day!

O Life! contrafted in thy little fphere,
Weak are thy blethings-fleeting thy career;
In thoughtless joy the morn of Beauty blooms,
Nor dreads the blast that flatters and confumes.
The Scepter'd Being, that, from his fplendid
throne,

Feels confcious pow'r in Mis'ry's dying groan,
When on the rack the mangled convict bleeds,
And meagre Death on vital anguish feeds;
What are his thoughts?-The prefent hour
of love,

Th' ambrofial cup, and amaranthine grove,
The warbling lute, the blifs-infpiring lyre,
When virgin Beauty strikes the quiv`ring wire!
Such are his thoughts, whilft yet departing
breath

Hangs on the culprit's lips, and pleads for death.
To-morrow blaits the pleasures of to-day,
And with the victim's joins the tyrant's clay!
Then what avails the comfortless parade?
The high-plum'd hearfe, with fable pomp ar-
ray'd?

Tho' endless trophies grace the fculptur'd urn,
No Friend fhall weep-no virtuous Relict
mourn!

Expos'd to chilling winds and heating rains, Scarcely the parent Rofe the shock furtains, When bending o'er her leaves with blushing pride,

She fhields the bud that clusters by her fide; Till fome rude gale its filken bloffoms tear, And the last parting fragrance blends with air. So have feen, affectionately mild, The anxious mother watch her darling child, Whilft lingering illness nips its roleate bloom, And prematurely marks it for the tomb! Loft to regret-herfelf-the finks to death, And in the arms of Peace refigns her breath. Oh, gone for ever! and for ever mourn'd! Loft to the world the virtues it adorn'd! If fometimes wandering o'er thy fainted grave, The midnight dews my trembling footsteps lave, [thade) Deign (whilft thy fpirit courts the glimm'ring T' accept the mournful tribute juftly paid.So fhall foft Peace her wonted charms restore, See pp. 862.865. of our prefent month's And live with Life-till Mem'ry bloom no Magazine.

Own,

Uprais'd to Heav'n the bright example fhone.
Awake to Mis'ry's call, thy melting heart
In others' forrows claim'd its equal part;

more !

THE

852 Sele Poetry, Ancient and Modern, for September, 1791,

THE BEGGAR'S PETITION.

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ITY the forrows of a poor old man, Whofe trembling limbs have borne him to your door; [fpan :Whofe days are dwindled to the shortest Oh, give relief, and Heav'n will bless your ftore!

Thefe tatter'd cloaths my poverty befpeak; Thefe hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years; [cheek And many a furrow in my grief-worn Has been the channel to a flood of tears!

Yon houfe, erected on the rifing ground, With tempting afpect drew me from my road; For Plenty there a refidence has found, And Grandeur a magnificent abode.

Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor! Here, as I crav'd a morfel of their bread,

A pamper d menial drove me from the door, To feek a fhelter in a humbler fhed.

Oh, take me to your hofpitable dome! Keen blows the wind, and iercing is the cold! Short is my pallage to the friendly tomb; For I am poor, and miferably old!

Should I reveal the fources of my grief, If foft Humanity e'er touch d your breast, Your hands would not withhold the kind relief,

And tears of Pity would not be repreft.

Heav'n fends misfortunes! why should we repine?

[lee!'Tis Heav'n has brought me to the ftate you And your condition foon may be like mine, The eluld of Sorrow, and of Mifery !

A little farm was my paternal lot; Then, like the lark, I fprightly hail'd the [cot; But, ah! Oppreffion forc'd me from my My cattle died, and blighted was my corn.

morn

See p. 8 o.

My daughter, once the comfort of my age, Lur'd by a villain from her native home, Is caft, abandon'd, on the world's wide stage,

And doom'd in fcanty poverty to roam.

My tender wife, fweet foother of my cares, Struck with fad anguifh at the ftern decree, Fell, ling'ring fell, a victim to Despair, And left the world to wretchedness and me!

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MIDST the more important toils of
State,

The counfels lab'ring in thy patriot foul;

Tho' Europe from thy voice expect her fate, And thy keen glance extend from pole to pole :

O Chatham I nurs'd in antient Virtue'slore, To these fad ftrains incline a fav'ring ear;

Think on the God whom thou and I adore, Nor turn, unpitying, from the Poor Man's Prayer!

Ah me! how bleft was once a peafant's life!

No lawless paffion fwell'd my even breast! Far from the ftormy waves of civil ftrife, Sound were my flambers, and my heart at

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But, ah, how chang'd the scene! on the

cold ftones,

Where wont at night to blaze the chearful fire,
Pale Famine fits, and counts her naked bones,
Still fighs for food, ftill pines with vain defire.

My faithful wife, with ever-ftreaming eyes,
Hangs on my bosom her dejected head;

My helpless infants raise their feeble cries, And from their father claim their daily bread.

Dear, tender pledges of my honeft love,
On that bare bed behold your brother lie!
Three tedious days with pinching want he
ftrove,

The fourth 1faw the helpless Cherub die
Not long fhall ye remain!-With visage
four,

Our tyrant lord commands us from our home;
And, arm'd with cruel law's coercive
[roam.
pow'r,
Bids me and mine o'er barren mountains
Yet never, Chatham! have I pafs'd a day
In riot's orgies, or in idle eafe;

Ne'er have I facrific'd to sport and play,
Or with'd a pamper'd appetite to please.

Hard was my fate, and conftant was my

toil!

Still with the morning's orient light I rose,

Fell'd the ftout oak, or rais'd the lofty pile, Parch'd in the fun, in dark December froze.

Is it that Nature, with a niggard hand,

Th' unheeding crew but wait for fav'ring

gales;

O ftop them, ere they ftem Italia's wave !

From thee alone I hope for instant aid ;
'Tis thou alone canft fave my children's
breath;

O, deem not little of our cruel meed !
O, hafte to help us for delay is death!

So may nor fpleen nor envy blast thy name,
Nor voice prophane thy patriot acts deride;
Still may'ft thou ftand the first in honeft
fame,

Unftung by folly, vanity, or pride

So may thy languid limbs with strength be brac'd,

And glowing health support thy active foul; With fair renown thy public virtue grac'd, Far as thou bad' Britannia's thunders roll. Then joy to thee, and to my children peace, The grateful hind hall drink from Plenty's horn; crease,

And, while they fhare the cultur'd land's inThe poor fhall blefs the day when Pitt was born.

COMPASSION,

BY A LATE EMINENT AND UNFORTU
NATE DIVINE.

Withholds her gifts from thefe once-favour'd L

plains?

Has God in vengeance to a guilty land, Sent dearth and famine to her lab`ring swains?

Ah no!-Yon hill, where daily fweats my brow,

A thoufand flocks, a thousand herds adorn ; You field, where late I drove the painful plough,

Feels all her acres crown'd with wavy corn.

But what avails, that, o'er the furrow'd foil,
In autumn's heat the yellow haefts rise,

If artificial want elude my toil,
Untafted plenty wound my craving eyes!
What profits that at diftance I behold
My wealthy neighbour's fragrant smoke
afcend;

If ftill the griping cormorants withhold
The fruits which rain and genial feafons fend!

If thofe fell vipers of the public weal
Yet unrelenting on our bowels prey;
If still the curfe of penury we feel,
And in the midft of plenty pine away!

In every port the veffel rides fecure,
That wafts our harvest to a foreign shore;
While we the pangs of preiling want en-
dure,

The fons of strangers riot on our store!

O gen'rous Chatham! stop those fatal fails! Once more with out-ftretch'd arm thy Britons fave l

Miferis fuccurrere difce.

OOK not on thofe, that happy few,
Nor feed thy envy there,
Who, plac'd above the vulgar view,
Joy's conftant funfhine thare.
Adown thine eyes in pity throw,

And blefs thy mitder fate;
Where fick efs, poverty, and woe,
Poffefs the fuff'rer's gate!

Thofe fuff'rers throng from every part,

From every fide appear;

Behold, and weep, and mend thy heart,
And learn Contentment there!

PANORMUS.

THE TRIUMPHANT WARRIOR.

W

BY THE SAME.

AR, and arms,
vailing,

and death pre

Front to front we firmly ftood;
And with eager force affailing,

Greedy drew each other's blood.
Brave, brave the death and great the wound,
Which Fame approv'd, and Honour crown'd.
Be nerv'd the arm, be drawn the fword,
War, war, when glory is the word!
As lightning fwift the hero flies,
As lightnings, flash his ardent eyes:
His flaming faulchion, lo, he draws!
And gladly, in his country's caufe,
Or crown'd with conquest mounts to Fame,
Or crown'd with honour dies.

ELEGY,

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