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in-law was ailing, but she died in a few ,cipation throughout the universe," praying months, leaving an infant three weeks old, that as their forces were now conveniently and twin boys, who could hardly help each | assembled, they might take effectual meaother if they chanced to fall, besides two sures for delivering thousands groaning in little girls. The old lady was supposed to bondage to infidels; and surely sound pobe far from rich: she lived very retired, | licy, humanity, and justice, call aloud for but her hand was open to relieve distress. || the annihilation of those engines who 'inThis artless detail determined my brother | cessantly seek to annoy the trade, and to to ask admission to the habitation; and enslave the seamen of civilized nations. when we had descended the most dif- || If ever war and conquest can be sanctioned ficult ways, he sent the lad to crave leave by reason, religion, and mercy, it must be to call upon Mrs. M- next day. Our when the sword shall be unsheathed to watches had not told the ninth hour, when protect or to recover all that potentates are he returned to us with an invitation to || bound to guard for their subjects; and in breakfast, elegantly penned. The lady carrying the blessings of civil and religious met us near her abode, and conducted us liberty to the shores of Africa, we shall imto a neat but simple apartment, where two plant principles that will ultimately refine lovely girls were at work, and two fine away the odious prejudices which have led boys, amusing a younger child, came to us to a traffic in human beings. Europe may with extended arms as we entered. Hum- be enriched in inimediate and substantial bled dignity and habitual refinement cha- | gains, by conveyiug her speculative wisracterised the manners and conversation of dom, the doctrines of divine truth, the arts our hostess. The naïveté of her grand- | and sciences, to the haunts of predatory opchildren was far removed from awkward-pression and ignorance. With what alaness or rusticity. We talked of public af- crity will the allied navies and armies bend fairs, to which Mrs. M - replied with in their prowess to overturn the bulwarks of telligence and discernment. My brother || Mahometan superstition ; to break for ever expressed a fervent wish that Mr. Wilber the scourge of commerce ; to restore sons, force's admirable firmness might be reward- || busbands, and brothers to their sorrowing ed by success, in convincing the sovereigns relatives: and how abundantly would our of Europe, that a federał abolition of the sailors and soldiers be repaid by the spoils slave trade was a duty incumbent; but he accumulated at Morocco, Algiers, Tunis, mtimated some fears, that insidious coun- | Tripoli, and their dependencies, through sellors might frustrate our Prince Regent's || ages of successful rapine! It seems a species magnanimous efforts to influence the allies of infatuation for the powers of Europe to in this great cause of humanity. “ What contend with each other for this or that idea can kings frame to themselves of the foreign settlement, whilst a quarter of the condition of slaves?" said I. “ Slaves !" | globe, which spares neither friend nor foe ejaculated Mrs. MM, the tea-cup drop- on the watery element, is permitted to go ped from her hand, the children burst on in outrage and depredation, so easily into a passion of tears and left the room. checked, and for ever made to cease. Soon recovering her self-possession, the Shall the allies claim from England a paraged lady apologised for the pain she had | ticipation of her colonies in the east, and involuntarily given us; “but when you undertake a six months voyage, when in know the cause, you will pardon,—you will six weeks they may obtain the most valuapity our dreadful affliction. My only off able productions of Asia, and insure the spring,--the father of these children, is, || safety of their traders, by wresting from the oh God! a slave at Algiers; but four days Barbary states the power so long abused ? since I received, by a man who made a The soil and climate of Africa are genial wonderful escape, the papers I shall put and salubrious in the most northern latiinto your hands." The papers consisted of tudes, and its situations are more centrical a letter from the captive, covering a petition for intercourse than any part of the known addressed to the“ Illustrious Prince Regent world. Let us not war with the natives, of Great Britain, the Allied Sovereigos of || but with the unjust and tyrannous governEurope, and the advocates of African eman ments. The allied sovereigns are now in

man race.

England. The Prince Regent has no study to your readers, will assuredly receive a but the felicity of his people of all the hu- secret and sincere satisfaction in coinciding

Such an opportunity for deli- | with the benevolent design, of which I am vering our own captives may not return in only the willing agent; for I write by my the lapse of ages; nor may the means for brother's desire, while he addresses his rescuing and enlightening the sons of Africa | friends in behalf of the suffering family be again so practicable. Whatever may be | whose distress suggested this train of the result, I shall reflect upon my intentions | ideas. in this representation, to the latest hour of

I am, Sir, my life, with the purest self-approbation;

Your most obedient Servant, and you, Mr. Editor, who give my pages

T. H.

FUGITIVE POETRY.

TEARS OF THE NOVEL WRITERS; OR, FICTION'S URN.

A SATIRICAL POEM.

The above little satire afforded us the satiric thong in rage at the authors of much amusement in the perusal; the re our misfortunes, and lay it on without marks are in general apt, and we are sorry mercy—but not without discrimination." to say, but too full of verity; the satire is

The following extracts from this Poem also well pointed against the present mode will, we doubt not, be acceptable to our of book-making, nor are the book collectors readers; it opens with these lines:spared, those encouragers of the “ black

“ If Genius droops in these degenerate times, letter mania."

If living poets often starve on rhymes; In some parts, however, of this concise

If war affright the Muses from their seat, work, we observe a want of point, as if the | And men, instead of reading chuse to eat; author was actuated by a fear of being too How can the Novel tribe expect to thrive? severe; but as this mildness is chiefly ex By what new fictions keep themselves alive? tended to female writers, it is in a great | By what charm'd spell, by what mysterious lore,

The dark recesses of the purse explore, measure pardonable. There is also in the

Command th’ unwilling hand to drag to day, style of the poetry an heedlessness, whether

The long'd reward which half their cares repay? by accident or design we cannot pretend to Yet, led by hope, there are who persevere, determine: we should imagine from the Nor hints of friends, nor critics think sincere; latter, as we are sure the author is capable Scribble strange nonsense, as the nonsense rise, of something better.

And pen twelves' volumes of capacious size,

Unknown, unknowing, ign’rant of the rage, In a spirited Preface, the author's mo

For knowing authors in a literate age, tives are stated for penning the above satire, | A wight without a name, essays the way, in which the following remarks are well Which some, with far less gifts, have made to pay; written:

Fearless th'accustom'd path he takes, when lo! “Startle not! we are in “ Tears," to be Dangers assail, around, above, below, sure, but the beauties of Niobe were not

Led on by Prejudice, a phalanx strong,

Impedes his progress as he moves along; obliterated by her distresses.

Are our

Awe-struck he stands, a thing without a name, sorrows either less or more unreasonable? Consign’d to pity, or condemu'd to shame, Are our graces either less engaging or Clamour confounds him and his fate appalls; more soluble ?

Stunn'd by neglect the unknown author falls. “ Startle not! we are not weeping our

Ephemeral fortune waits th' insidious youth,

Who courting prejudice and scorning truth, selves to sleep our “ Tears” are not those

With well turn'd compliments and fraudful wiles, of dulness; they flow rather from anger | Gains from all changeful Fashion fitful smiles,than from sorrow. Maddened to the de

Smiles that confer a short deceitful pow'r, termination of avenging our wrongs, we lift"! And hail him, fay’rite of the passing hour: No. 60.--Vol. X.

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That honr past, works, favour, fame, respect,
Fly far away and die before neglect.
Unlike their merit, yet alike their state,
Each sinks neglected, each laments his fate.

Book-making leads the van, a limping elf,
W hose stock is stolen, and whose profit pelf;
Who all that's good in others, seeks to cull,
And paragraphs productions more than dull;
Calls weakness excellence, and bad the best,
And what is worst-far better than the rest.

Next comes a hoary sage, long dead to fame, Of withered aspect, of Black-letter name; Brown, dried, and shrivell’d, with worm-eaten

skin, His form unpleasing, and no wit within ; Proudly pre-eminent by age and years, On new-made stilts he stalks above his peers. All fill his purse-Duke, Marquis, Viscount,

Lord, And hence his well will’d bags and glittring

hoard, He sneers aside, as thousands heap his store, And counts each fresh fond fool makes twenty

more.

Last comes Travestie, scurrilous and low, Who aims at every excellence a blow; Blights each refreshing grace, and dulls each

charm, And thus, though weak, inflicts a lasting barm. Aided by these, lo! Prejudice succeeds, And many a pleasing unknown writer bleeds. Erect in power, they rise and overthrow, And crush the Novel-writers at a blow; Romantic authors die away by scores, And Fiction bleeds at all her num'rous pores. Ye bards, who popularity pursue, And keep alone the public's praise in view; Think not your versatility can gain That praise, which, when 'tis lost, ye loud com

plain. First ye collect from literature's store The legendary trash of days of yore; Then if, in satire keen, your nameless page Pourtrays the faults and follies of the age, When all the work admire, you senseless claim Th'applause, and shew the point at which ye

aim; Which is, to fill youș purse, and thus acquire A venal fame, whilst the discordant lyre Drops from your hand; of principle devoid The author falls, his works-himself destroy'd.”

The Urn of Fiction is thus described:

“In mute despair they seek a shady wood,
Where erst a monument to Genius stood;
Her statue overthrown they loud deplore,
And weep that novelty can charm no more;
Then change the statue for a marble urn,
And see their works of fiction doom'd to burn,
Weep o'er their offspring, like a parent fond,
Again to see them live, like her despond;
Here, like the fam’d Mausoleums of a state,
Ja which lie buried some of diff'rent date,

Of diff'rent worth, which others might surpass,
Mix'd there, confus’dly, in one common mass :
So die the works of justly earn'd renown,
With those of authors doom'd to sink unknown."

After naming various successless and faulty authors weeping over the Urn, the following just remark follows on sophistical writers :

“ Vain were the task of bards to name the host, Whose talents misapplied, and genius lost.Strové, by false maxims, to pervert the mind, And nain'd their tenets, lib'ral, unconfin'd, Their tears less giv'n to conscience than to shame, When dead their sopbistry, and lost their name.'

The description of Fiction's Urn thus concludes :

A motley race succeeds; some mourn the fate Of fam'd heroines ta’en from early date, When music's powers, and when learning's store, Woman was seldom suffer'd to explore. Yet ere the thirteenth century was gone, Prov'd paragons of learning, and outsbone In science, every dame of future age, Whose high renown has grac'd th' historic page; And oft, with knowledge premature, they quote Those poels who, unborn, had not yet wrote, Till many years revolving pass'd away, Since such heroines had beheld the day. O nonsense!-trash! it only for the flame To perish ever with the anthor's name. Let snch with grief deserv'd, bedew the urn, While we to subjects more important turn.”

The important subjects, however, seem to be addresses to various modern novelwriters of celebrity; and it was in these we peculiarly marked an heedlessness of style. The following address, however, to M. G. L-, Esq. is excellent; his poetic measure is well imitated, and we cannot forbear transcribing the whole:“ Winds continued to whistle; the hour was late,

As I read in my parlour alone; The cat turn'd her hack to the fire as she sate, And the purse and the coffin bounc'd loud from

the grate,

My heart felt as cold as a stone.
Tales Romantic I read with increasing dismay,

When the kitten did plaintively squeak,
I felt almost sure of the truths of each lay,
And then my belief for a moment gave way,

To a Lion once suffer'd to speak !
Is this the same pen, whose original skill

Could paint the gradations of crime,
When we know how the tempter each moment

can fill

The fair work of Heaven--to injure, to kill,

And to mar ev'ry virtue sublime.

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As admiring we read, bound with horror-struck || Though passion warms the heart of early youth,
bands,

We throw a veil oft o'er the form of truth.
We feel the destroyer is near;

Oh, Rosa ! let thy tears fall unsupprest,
In the cause of fair virtue the bosom expands, Where Omer's Guilty Nun stands full confest;
We bail her chaste laws, and obey her commands, | Erase that poem with a crystal tear,
That the fiend may with haste disappear.

Where the fond numbers speak the kiss too dear;

Make, with a penitent's regret and haste,
But opening the Tales, as before me they lay,

This sacrifice to decency and taste ;
The effects of next morning how bright!

And then resume thy pen, well skill'd to trace
I laugh'd at my folly, the book threw away!

Each flow'ry thought, and true poetic grace.”
Declaring most solemnly, never to stray
O'er fields of such study by night.

The same remarks on licentious writing
Of thy Muse clad in terrors refuse not the aid, "commence the Conclusion:
OL for wholly she's thine;

Though small the errors of a chosen few,
Between each of thy panses the heart feels dis-

Those errors visible, my pen has drew; may'd,

From faults the most are free, with genius blest, She hails thee, admires thee, in horrors array'd,

Pure style and language in their works ex prest: For in horrors we know thee to shine.

Nor deem me, fair ones, prodish and o'er nice, We wander well pleas'd midst the Feudal Times || When I reprove the style which fosters vice; power

The more admir'd your works, more dang’rous As legends monastic we scan.

prove
Thy Brano of Venice has charm’d the lone hour, Scenes of illicit, or impassioned love,
Thy poems enchant to the Peri's fair bow'r, Adorn’d with all that fancy can impart,

And thy Monk shews the weakness of man. With style to fascinate, yet stain the heart :
But give no more lions well gifted with speech,

Snich pow'rs as yours should sole employ the 'Tis an insult to nurseries shown;

quill, When those truths you objected Antonia to teach, || The principles of virtue to instil : Those truths so divine, which frail man dare

For Virtue oft will fly the leisure hour, impeach,

And leave the heart expos'd to Vice's power : That an Ass spake, no doubt, yon disown. 'Tis then perusing the licentious lay,

That thoughts from purity are led astray;
And no more too impassion’d and free, let thy Thought leads to aci-from trifling causes flow,
Muse

The streams of error in this world below;
Paint love with such feeling and fire;

And rocks and quicksands may less fatal prove, The meed of applause to thy Monk we refuse,

Than scenes voluptuous of ideal Love, Neither virtue nor modesty e'er can excuse,

Drawn by a female hand, which charms the most, That their canse before vice should expire.

Preserving modesty--despis’d when lost. Oh! pen a chaste work, with thy genius profound, But though offended modesty and sense, Original, grand, and sublime;

Would wish to banish all such writings hence; O rove 'midst the flowers on classical ground, Yet, ha! Black-letter pow'r, ah! sink not all; Then with night-shade and roses thy temples sur Crush not trne Genius ; mix not in the fall round,

Those tuneful bards of intellect possest;
And triumph o'er critics and time.”

Those pens of fiction, justly deemed the best.

Muse of Invention, wake again; adorn
The address to Rosa M-, contains also

The age of learning; leave us not forlorn some very judicious observations :

In Gothic darkness, fated to deplore "Yet vast we own thy skill, and pleas'd admire, The loss of talent rare, which charm'd before." Th’harmonious notes, which grace thy tuneful The Poem is wound up with an invocalyre,

tion to Fancy in the following lines :: When Rosa, as a poet, sweeps the strings, And still we hail herz as she sweetly sings

Oh! Golden Age of Fancy, quick return!
The deeds of heroes; paints the moonlight scene, And, like a Phenix, from the sacred Urn
The frowning mountain, or the valley green,

Of Fiction, rise the good of ev'ry date,
Sad, slighted Love, or else the tender joy, Like tares from wheat, the bad be separate,
When hearts in unison, no cares annoy:

Destroy'd the common-place, dull trash; its doom
Such, such are Rosa's powers; but when impell’a || Be deep oblivion, and eternal gloom.
Voluptuously to swerve from maxims held Then when the reign of talent is confest,
Sacred, from ancient times, her sex's grace,

And Black-letter and Book-making supprest, when bold, she takes the place

When Genius sheds her inild, but potent rays, Of scribes impure,-then Rosa loses fame,

And Science fair her standard bright displays, And kindles blushes on the cheeks of shame.

Then shall each hard be honour'd as of yore, Thougb you the feelings you describe possess,

And “ Tears and sighing then shall be no more." Those feelings woman never should express;

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FASHIONS

FOR

AUGUST, 1814.

EXPLANATION OF THE PRINTS OF FASHION.

ON

No. 1.-The CIRCASSIAN Ladies' Cor- || bosom over the cased one; the former is

SET BATHING AND SEA-side WALKING | also ornamented with embroidery. We are Dress.

certain no lady, on first seeing this elegant High dress of rich Indian or Parisian dress, could possibly surmise the purpose chintz, made in a form peculiarly novel for which it was designed, that of enabling and elegant; it is trimmed with chintz bor- || a lady to suckle her own child: it is, howdering to correspond, or a rich silk trim- ever, so contrived as to enable a lady to act ming. Long sleeve, with the fulness let the part of a nurse without discomposing in at the top. The collar is extremely | her dress in the smallest degree; and the novel and beautiful, and the trimming most moment the pleasing office is over, a single tastefully disposed, so as to give the ap- || pin leaves her again in the most elegant pearance of a shirt to the pelisse: it is | style of morning costume. Head-dress, loose in the body, but fastens in to the small lace cap. waist. We forbear a particular description

The above dresses are from the fertile of this elegant and convenient dress, as it imagination of Mrs. Bell, the Inventress of must be seen to be properly understood; || the Ladies' Chapeau Bras, of whom alone we have only to observe, that it is made in they can be obtained, at No. 26, Charlottea form never before introduced, that it is street, Bedford-square. equally tasteful and becoming; it enables a lady to dress herself in a few minutes

GENERAL OBSERVATIONS without assistance, prevents the chance of taking cold by the long delay in dressing;

FASHION AND DRESS. and, when dressed, to look as completely fashionable as if she had employed the

Since the publication of our last Numlongest time at her toilet. The principal

ber we have to notice an almost endless novelty, however, consists in Mrs. Bell's || variety in the walking costume; we have new invented Circassian corset, which seldom seen our fair pedestrians dressed unites the advantages of being conducive to more becomingly. health and comfort, by being made of

Mantles of lace and muslin, French silk novel materials, free from superfluities, handkerchiefs, clear and jacconet muslin such as steel, whalebone, or any hard | pelisses, satin, sarsnet, and muslin spensers, substance :

so that ease, gracefulness, and high dresses of French washing silk, or and dignity are given to the female form Indian chintz, are all worn in the walking in a

The last mentioned are the manner perfectly novel and ori- costume. ginal. It gives relief and protection to latest introduced, and we think there is pregnant ladies, and at the same time adds more of novelty in their form than in any dignity and beauty to the appearance of the others; but we shall, by describing Head-dress Chapean Bras. Slippers of pale them, enable our fair readers to judge for green; and gloves to correspond.

themselves.

In lace mantles there is no variation at No. 2.--MORNING Dress

all from last month; in muslin they are Of jacconet muslin, laced in the body and worn extremely short, either square or sleeves, and finished round the bottom of | round, and we have observed several with 'the skirt by an embroidery in coloured silks. || small hoods, they are trimmed only with A small front of plain muslin fastens at the l' lace. Pelisses have suffered an entire re

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