Page images
PDF
EPUB

CHURCH OF ENGLAND.

The Bishop of Llandaff (Dr. Watson) proposes an equalization of bishoprics, and large church livings or vacancies, as a great benefit to the establishment, in his letter to the Archbishop of Canterbury. This would tend, he thinks, 1. By preventing translations, to reuder the prelacy more independent in the House of Lords; to render their residence in their respective dioceses more constant, and their habitations more comfortable: while the whole body of the clergy would be then more suitably provided for, in sixty or seventy years, than by waiting for the slow operation of Queen Anne's Bounty, which will not operate in less than 2 or 300: (100,000l. per annum has since been granted in aid of this bounty.)

The church has been gradually increasing since the reign of Henry VIII. Bishop Kennet quotes a petition to Queen Elizabeth, sanctioned by Archbishop Whitgift, in the forty-third of her reign, stating, "that of eight thousand eight hundred and odd benefices, there are not six hundred sufficient for learned men."

Dr. Warner, in the Appendix to his "Ecclesiastical History," published in 1757, observes as follows:-" Of the nine thousand and some hundred churches and chapels which we have in England and Wales, 6000-I speak from the last authority-are not above the value of 40l. a-year."

Dr. Burn, in his "Ecclesiastical Law, observes, "that the number of small livings capable of augmentation has been certified as follows:-1071 small livings not exceeding 10l. a-year; 1467 livings above 10l. and not exceeding 201. a-year; 1126 livings above 201. and not exceeding 30l. a-year; 1049 livings above 301, and not exceed ing 401. a-year; 884 livings above 40l. and not exceeding 507 a-year: so that in the whole there are 5597 livings certified under 50l. a-year."

Dr. Watson, late Bishop of Llandaff, proposes,—1. Nearly to equalise the bishoprics, as vacancies occur, both in respect to revenue and patronage; 2. To preclude translations; 3. To render the prelacy more independent in the House of Lords; and 4thly. That they might be enabled to keep their residences in good order, by dwelling for life in one place.

He also wishes to appropriate, as they become vacant, one-third of the

income of every deanery, prebend, a canonry, of the churches of Westmin ster, Windsor, Christ Church, Canterbury, &c., for the same purpose, artatis mutadis, as the first fruits and births were appropriated by the fifth of Queen Anne. Dr. W. maintains that the whole revenue of the church of England, including dignities and benefices of all kinds, and even the two universities, did not amount, when he wrote, upon the most liberal calculation, to 1,500,0007. a-year. "The whole provision for the church is as low as it can be (adds he), unless the state will be contented with a beggarly and illiterate clergy, too mean and contemptible to do any good, either by precept or example, unless it will condescend to have tailors and Cobblers its pastors and teachers." He is adverse to pluralities, commendams, &c. and praises the dissenting clergy.

SOLICITING JUDGES.

"Lindsey (says Clarendon,) was so solicitous in person with all the judges, (in the ship-money cause,) both privately at their chambers, and públicly in the court at Westminster, that he was very generous to them."Hist. of Rep. book iii. p. 182, octavo edition.

DR. JOHNSON.

On entering Mr. Burke's park at Beaconsfield,-to which he was conducted by the author,-whom he knew in great penury, the ponderous lexicographer, first eyeing the owner, and then the house and grounds, thus exclaimed from the line of the first eclogue of the "Bucolica" of Virgil:Non equidem invideo, miror magnus.

CREBILLON.

When the Muses crowned his long and great success on the stage by opening their sanctuary to him, the Parisian public, who had long desired to see him a member of the Academy, charmed to hear the father of “Electra” and "Rhadamistus" speak the language in it that was worthy of him, evidenced their approbation, by the flattering applauscs they are accustomed to give at the playhouse. It is remembered how sensibly they were affected to hear him say, "I never dipped my pen in gall," a thought that does as much honour to his heart as to his understanding. How happy

[blocks in formation]
[merged small][ocr errors]

is the man that can with justice say this of himself? There are but few of the greatest men that can. Most men

of talents, giving way to a mean jealousy, have dishonoured themselves by the use they have made of them.

DR. PALEY,

When Dr. Watson, bishop of Llandaff, was moderator at Cambridge, brought bim the following question for his act: -"Eternitas panarum contradicit Divinis attributis." He, however, was frightened out of this thesis by Dr. Thomas, dean of Ely, master of his college.

THE METEORS, THE COMET, AND THE SUN.
Lines on the Dowager Duchess of Rutland,
(then Marchioness of Granby,) said to be
by the Right Hon. Charles James Fox.
Ye meteors, who with mad career
Have rov'd thro' fashion's atmosphere;
And thon, young, fair, fantastic Devon,
Wild as the comet in mid-heaven,—
Hide your diminish'd heads! nor stay
Tusurp the shining realms of day:
For see, th' unsully'd morning light,
With beams more constant and more
bright,

Her splendid course begins to run,
And all creation hails the sun.

[blocks in formation]

This society charms at first, and it is grateful to kings to be allowed to be familiar, while the royal favour crowns the wishes of the courtier: but there is no intimacy which is attended with more inconveniences, nor which is subject to more vicissitudes. An unfounded disadvantageous rumour may hurt a man in society, but there his judges are more considerate, as being subject to similar inconveniencies, and as being in the habit of estimating the credit due to such reports: kings, on the contrary, so much separated from the rest of the world, cannot enter into this calculation; and they resign themselves absolutely to the public voice, to that of their mistresses, or their society, if they have

[blocks in formation]

pair the reputation of a person, to put a stop to his good fortune, and even to ruin him. Let it, then, be judged under what continual constraint an ho. nest and honourable man must be placed, who enjoys the familiarity of kings; unless he constantly restricts himself to the inglorious part of applauding, excusing, or of being silent.

With kings, there is no subject of conversation. We certainly are not to speak of politics to them, nor of the news of the day; neither can administration be made the topic. Many events which happen in society cannot be related to them; and not a word must be said to them on religion, of which they are the guardians.

Former wars, ancient history, facts which are even but little remote, sciences, and belles lettres, might furnish conversation; but where are the courtiers who are conversant with these points? The kings also are not numerous to whom this strain would be intelligible. The subjects, then, for this high converse, must be supplied by common-place affairs, the theatres, and the chace. Let us not persuade ourselves that we can interest kings by flattering their taste, since they rarely have any. They find so much facility in gratifying it, that it passes before they have even fully enjoyed it. In order to participate in pleasures, we must combat contrarieties, surmount difficulties, and feel privations. The love of glory or the chase can alone place kings in this si tuation; and we always see the one or the other of these predilections form their ruling passion; the love of glory has possession of those of an elevated disposition, while the chase is the pursuit when the mind is of the ordinary standard.

Since the regard for kings cannot be otherwise than interested, suspicion becomes the basis of their character; and this feeling renders intimate connexions impossible. Accustomed to homage, they believe that all is due to them, and that nothing is due from them. The courtier who is most injured by them must redouble his attentions, lest his imperious master should suspect that he resents the treatment, charge him with insolence, drive him from his presence, and thus cut him off from the hopes which his whole life has been employed to realize.

The circumstance the most revolting in the society of kings, is that of hav

Scotland in May, by sea; and on this occasion his ship struck on one of the Yarmouth sands, called the Lemon

Roxborough, Mr. Hyde, (Lord Clarendon's brother,) together with many others, perished. It was on this occa sion his Royal Highness is said to have been particularly anxious for three descriptions of persons, the first two of which proved his ruin, —his priests, Mr. Churchill (afterwards Duke of Marlborough), and his dogs.

ing no will but theirs, of sacrificing one's pleasures and affairs to the lightest of their caprices, and with a submission and a readiness which ex-and-bar, where the Lords O'Brien and clude from the compliance every idea of merit. When it is also considered that the restraint of the most profound respect continually affects all that is said and done, even in the freest moments, it will be admitted that the jealousy and the enemies which are ever the appendages of royal favour are dearly purchased. It is à mistake to suppose that this familiarity with the monarch enables a man to solicit favours: for he must on no account presume to do this, or he runs the utmost risk of being for ever undone.

DAVID HUME

Met Madame a Dutch lady of rank and literary talents, at the house of the Earl of Fife, at Whitehall. They were exceedingly pleased with each other, and the native of Batavia observed, that where Mr. H. was, no one ought to think of eating. The justice of this remark was in some respects verified; for, although the dinner was excellent, some chickens, which had been reserved for a bonne bouche, were ordered to be removed, and placed at the fire; and the dissertation of Mr. H. was so long, that a cat actually ran away with them!

JAMES II.

It was in 1682 that the Duke of York returned suddenly to England, with a view of re-instating himself in the king's favour. He went back to

CORNEILLE.

This author has laid the French stage under great obligations. He was of too elevated a genius to have imitators; and the imitators of Racine have only copied his faults. Love, the soul of their pieces, is continually whining in an affectionate tone. An eclipse was coming over the glory of the tragic scene of France, when Crebillon enlightened it again by the new species of writing with which he enriched it. Born with that happy genius, which, instead of wanting a model, was itself a model for others to follow, Crebillon was the first among his countrymen who knew the art of carrying terror and compassion, the two great objects of tragedy, to their highest degree of elevation. Corneille did not begin to rise till he wrote the "Cid."

• The Gloucester, a third-rate man-of

war.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

ODE TO A MOUNTAIN TORRENT;
From the German of Stelberg.
By GEORGE OLAUS BORROW.

HOW lovely art thou in thy tresses of foam;

And yet the warm blood in my bosom grows
chill.
When, yelling, thou rollest thee down from thy
home,

Mid the boom of the echoing forest and hill.
The pine-trees are shaken,-they yield to thy shocks,
And spread their vast rain wide over the ground;
The rocks fly before thee,-thou seizest the rocks,
And whirl'st them e pebbles contemptuously
round.

The sun-beams have cloth'd thee in glorious dyes,
They streak with the tints of the heavenly bow
Those hovering columns of vapour that rise
Forth from the bubbling cauldron below.
But why art thou secking the ocean's dark brine?
If grandeur make happiness, sure it is found
When first from the depths of the rock-girdled mine
Thou boundest, and all gives response to thy

sound.

Then haste not, O Torrent, to yonder dark sea,

For there thou must crouch beneath Slavery's rod;

Here thon art lonely, and lovely, and free,-
Free as an angel, and strong as a god.
True, it is pleasant, at eve or at noon,
To guze on the sea, and its far-winding bays,
When ting'd with the light of the wandering moon,
Or red with the gold of the mid summer rays;
But, Torrent, what is it, what is it,-behold
That lustre as nought but a bait and a snare;
What is the summer-san's purple and gold
To him who breathes not in pure freedom the air!
O pause for a time,-for a short moment stay;
Still art thou streaming,-my words are in vain;
Oft-changing winds, with tyrannical sway,
Lord there below on the time-serving main!
Then baste not, O Torrent, to yonder dark sea,
For there thou must crouch beneath Slavery's rod;
Here thou art lonely, and lovely, and free,-
Free as an angel, and strong as a god.

· SONNET TO THE MOON.
How cold, yet beautiful, thou lookest down
From thy thron'd height of blue, thou
soft-ey'd Queen

Of Heaven in all its glory; thy pure crown
Rivals an angel's diadem,-thy mien

[ocr errors][merged small]

Is like the smile, sad suffering, yet serene, Of virtue in affliction. O! fair Moon, Thou holy traveller o'er this night-calm scene,

Thon look'st more lovely than the god of noon,

Phoebus, when bower'd in roses, as I gaze Upon thy mild and melancholy face. Thou peerless shining planet! orb of grace! Such high superior. feelings thou dost raise,

That this vile drossy earth seems lost, and thou

Look'st like some sainted sphere, where pure bless'd spirits go. Cullum-street.

TO LAURA.

ENORT.

HUSH, hush, ye winds! break not upon
The slumbers of my darling maid,
But to your gloomy caves be gone,
Nor thus her peaceful dreams invade;
Nor thus, &c.

Sleep, matchless girl! yet may'st thou hear
The language of my am'rous lute,
Whose strain would fain engross thine ear
In favour of its tender suit;
In favour, &c.

O! thou art now my only bliss,

And, Laura, all I crave from thee, Is one soft pledge,-one gentle kiss,To prove thy heart is giv'n to me; To prove, &c. Islington; Aug. 1823.

J. G-M.

[blocks in formation]

"Then, with extended wing, with ardour rise,

And with a grateful song salute the skies, Proclaim that generous mercy dwells with. thee,

And bless the liberal hand that made me
free."
S. S.
Walthamstow.

DEATH;

From the Swedish of J. C. Lohman.

By GEORGE OLAUS BORROW. PERHAPS 'tis folly, but still I feel My heart-strings quiver, my senses reel, Thinking how like a fast stream we range, Nearer and nearer to life's dread change, When soul and spirit filter away,

And leave nothing better than senseless clay.

Yield, beauty, yield, for the grave does gape,

And, horribly alter'd, reflects thy shape;
For, oh! think not those childish charms
Will rest unrifled in his cold arms;
And think not there, that the rose of love
Will bloom on thy features as here above.
Let him who roams at Vanity Fair
In robes that rival the tulip's glare,
Think on the chaplet of leaves which round
His fading forehead will soon be bound,
And on each dirge the priests will say
When his cold corse is borne away,
Let him who seeketh for wealth, uncheck'd
By fear of labour, let him reflect
That yonder gold will brightly shine
When he has perish'd, with all his line;
Tho' man may rave, and vainly boast,
We are but ashes when at the most.

THE SUN.

THE Sun with cheering rays of light Dispels the gloomy shades of night, Looks o'er the rising hill;

And makes creation smile.
Immerging from his eastern bed
The monarch climbs his way;
Now rising o'er the mountain's head,
Bursts forth to open day.

Forth from the chambers of the east
Its radiant glories shine;
'Tis now in all its beauty drest,

Led forth by skill divine.
Altho' for many thousand years

Its light and beat have run, It now the same appearance wears,"Tis still a "glorious Sun." Its strength and beauty are the same, As cheering, too, its ray, As when at God's command it came To lead the first-born day. Tho' myriads have its light enjoy'd, And felt its genial heat, The fulness treasur'd there by God Is undiminish'd yet.

Come

Come rise, my soul, to higher things,
Substantial and sublime;

Come mount, on Faith's immortal wings,
Above the Earth and Time.
Behold! the rising Son of God,

With uncreated light,

Breaks thro' the ceremonial cloud,
And Nature's darker night.

He comes to glad our darksome earth,
(All hail! immortal king,)
Attending angels at his birth
Loud hallelujahs sing.

See how the shadows all disperse,
His glories bow they swell;

He comes to bear away the curse,-
To save from gaping hell.
Great op❜ner of eternal day!
Thou source of life divine!

Come, cheer these gloomy shades away
From this dark soul of mine.
But, oh! the more of him I think,

The more on him I gaze,
The more my feeble powers sink,
Enwrapt in sweet amaze.
To think that each believing soul
From Christ has been supply'd,
Yet he remains as rich and full
As when the first apply'd.
Yes, our Redeemer is the same,
In plenitude of grace,

As when the first poor sinner came,
And felt his quick'ning rays.

Believers never can be lost,
Whate'er their faith assail;

The Saviour's power can ne'er exhaust,
Nor his compassion fail.
O. P. Q.

MOUNTAIN SONG;
From the German of Schiller.
By GEORGE OLAUS BORROW.
That pathway before ye, so narrow and gray,
To the depths of the chasm is leading;
But giants stand centinel over the way,

And threaten death to the unheeding :
Be silent and watchful, each step that you take,
Lest the sound of your voices the lions awake.
And there is a bridge,-see yonder its span
O'er the gush of the cataract bending,
It never receiv'd its foundation from man,—
Each mortal would die in ascending:
The torrents, uprooting the pine and the larch,
Dash over, but never can splinter its arch.
And now we must enter a hidden ravine,
With its crags loosely tottering o'er us;
Pass on, and a valley delightfully green

Will open its bosom before us.

O! that I could fly from each worldly alley,
To finish my days in its circle of joy.
Down from a cave four rivers are hurl'd,
Each musters its force like a legion;
And then they seek all the four parts of the world,
Each choosing a separate region:

All from the cavern are secretly tost,
They murmur away, and for ever are lost.
Three pinnacles tower, and enter the blue
High over the mountains and waters;
There wanton, surrounded by vapour and dew,
The bands of the heavenly daughters;
And there they continue their desolate reign,
Their charms are unseen, and are wish'd for in vain
The queen of the regions sits high on her throne,
And our sages have told me in story,

That she wears on her temples a chrysolite crown,
Which causes yon halo of glory;

The sun on her robes darts his arrows of gold,
And brightens them only,-they ever are cold.

The Avalanches, called in the Swiss dialect Lawiné, or Lions.

PROCEEDINGS OF PUBLIC SOCIETIES.

ACADEMY OF SCIENCES.

[We translate the following Report from the Revue Encyclopedique; but the French reports in science, are some

thing like the French reports of military affairs in Spain-they are all over Bourbon. It would seem from these papers, that France was the focus of science, and that other nations are tame spectators of the vaunted discoveries of the great nation, whose genius is inspired by their political regeneration. The contrary is, however, the fact, and the French continue the mere echoes of what has been discovered, or is operating in other nations. As, however, they are vain historians, and the same body of facts is not elsewhere so well exhibited, we shall continue, as in better periods of French history, to present whatever transpires in the Institute, and has the semblance of novelty.] Notice relative to the Labours of the Academy of Sciences during the year

1822.

[blocks in formation]

report of M. Fourier, on the progress of the mathematical sciences, for this, quoting a former number of the Review. Herein it is observed, that since the public sitting of the Institute, wherein that report was read, the author has added illustrations, with occasional extracts from the works whereof he treats, accompanied with brief remarks, to stimulate and facilitate the knowledge and study of those works..

Mechanics" has published the fifth and In geometry, the author of "Celestial last volume of that great work. The question of the figure of the earth is there discussed, in points of view that had not, previously, been entertained. As, 1. The dynamic effect of the presence and distribution of the waters on the surface of the globe. 2. The compression exercised on the interior couches, or lays. 3. The change of dimensions that would be produced by the progressive cooler temperature (refroidissement) of the land. Each of these

Causes

« PreviousContinue »