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BY LORD BYRON.

Thy bosom is cold as the glittering stream
And wilt thou weep when I am low-

Where dances thy tremulous ray!
Sweet Lady, speak those words again! Canst thou the sad heart of its sorrow be-
Yet, if they grieve thee, say not so;

guile, I would not give thy bosom pain.

Or Grief's fond indulgence suspend? My heart is sad---my hopes are gone

the mourner but welcomes
My blood runs coldly through my breast; thy smile,
And when I perish, thou alone

And loves thee-almost as a friend!
Wilt sigh above my place of rest. The tear that looks bright, in thy bean,
And yet, methioks, a beam of peace

as it flows,
Doth through my cloud of anguish shine; The sorrow that loves in thy light to repose,

Unmov'd dost thou ever behold; And, for a while, my sorrows cease

* To thee oft in vain hath been told! To know that heart hath felt for mine! O Lady! blessed be that tear,

Yet soothing thou art, and for ever I had, It fails for one who cannot weep;

Whilst watching thy gentle retreaty Such precious drops are doubly dear

A moonlight composure steal over my mini, To those whose eyes no tears may steep.

Poetical-pensive, and sweet!, Sweet Lady! once my heart was warm

I think of the years that for ever have fled
With every feeling soft as thine;

Of follies—by others forgot;,
But beauty's self has ceased to charm Of joys that are vanished and hopes that
A wretch-created to repine !

are dead;
Then wilt thou weep when I am lop - Andof friendships that were and arenot!

Sweet Lady! speak those words again! I think of the future, still gazing the while Yet, if they'grieve thee, say not so;

As tho' thou wouldst those secrets reveal I would not give thy bosom pain! But ne'er dost thou grant ope encouraging

smile,
M.S. POEM OF ROBERT BURNS. To answer the moumful appeal." 258
The following Verses, in the hand-writing Thy beams, which so bright through my

of Burns, are copied from a Bank-note casement appear,
in the possession of a Gentleman at To far distant regions extend ;** 1.399
Dumfries. The Note is of the Bank of Ilumide the dwellings of those that are dear,
Scotland, ard dated as far back as the And sleep on the grave of a friend.
Ist of March, 1780.

Thes; still must I love thee, mild Queen of
Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf-

the Night! Fell source of a' my woe and grief !

Since feeling and fancy agree For lack of thee I've lost my lass;

To make thee a source of unfailing delight
For lack of thee I shrimp my glass!

A friend, and a solace to me!
I see the children of affliction
Unaided thro' thy curs’d restriction ;

SONNET, -0.5
I've seen th' oppressor's cruel smile

Written in the Church-yard of Runcorn in
Amid his hapless victims spoil :

Cheshire.
For lack of thee I leave this much lovd This is a sporto pensive sorrow dear!

shore,
Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more!

Where, unobserv’d, she may pour forth
R: B. Kyles

her 'plaint you
Ponder on pleasures past without re-

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straintTO THE MOON.

And breathe the sigh-fools-should, pet What is it that gives thee, mild Queen of the overhear!

mygtenytt Night,

Much do I love, alone, to linger here, That secret intelligent grace?

What time the glow of summer's eyeging Or why should I gaze with such peasive beam delight

Brightens the landscape round, and On thy fair-but insensible face?

Mersey's stream What gentleenchantment possesses thy beam Sleeps in the mellow light isometiines a

Beyond the warm sunshine of day?

teer

be

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LINES As moms "mid these mansions of the Inscribed to Dr. FITZGERALD, on perusing

dead, The sweet remembiences of years gone by

the following energetic apostrophe to his Of joys departed hopes tor ever fled

birth-place the village of Tipperary, in Come crowding on my mind;-nor would T*

his poem entitled " The Academic Sports

man.' stem For all the wealth of worlds, that woe's " And thou, dear village, loveliest of too luxuriant gem!

A. A. W. clime,

Fain would I dame thee, but I can't in

rhyme!"
EPITAPU ON A: YGUNG LADY.
As when the violet, oppressid with dew,

A bard there was in sad quandary
Of bent by storms, inclines its head to To end his rhyme with Tipperary!

earth,
And seems in Fancy's eye with tears to TOO But all in vain for-Tipperary!

Long laboured he through January, "The smiling god beneath, that gave it birth;

Toiled every day in February,

[rene, So drooped the maid, though sorrowful-se

But toiled in vain for-Tipperary! And speedly patient 'mid her varied grief; Exploring" Byshe's Dictionary," But care had canker'd in her bosom green,

He missed the rhyme for-Tipperary! And death she looked for as a kind relief. Searched Hebrew text, and commentery, Thus tried her faith, and thus prepared ber Yet fouod no rhyme for--Tipperary! heart,

And though of time he was not chary, Theawful call at length th' Almighty gave: 'Twas thrown away on-Tipperary? She heart, resigned to linger or depart For still the line would run contrary, Boned her meek head, and sank into the Whene'ér Ke turned to-Tipperary! grave!

The stubborn verse he ne'er could vary, -b38376k 10 x

To that unlucky-Tipperary!
TO EMILY,

Strange thar a wight go wise and wary,
On the Author's learning that a Harp Lute

Could find no rhyme for-Tipperary? Guitat, originally a present front him, He next implored his mother Mary had fallen almost entirely into dişuse.

To tell him rhyme for-Tipperary! Retouch, sweet friend! retouch the lates

But she, good woman, was no fairy, . Its tones may turn thy thoughts on me;

Nor witch, though bom in y-Tipperary! la not ils chords be longer mute,

Knew every thing about her dairy, Remember 'twas my gift to thee... But not the rhyme for Tipperary! Oh!"might it yield an answering sound Drawing from thence a corollary

To each food wish Emilia shares; That nought would rhyme with-TippeNor e'er be mute, or tuneless found,

rary! Till I forget her parting tears:

And of his wild-goose 'chase most weary, Then vould thy life beloved be,

He vowed to leave out -Tipperary! One round of tenderest minstrelsy!

A. A. W.

THE MOSLEM BRIDAL SONG.
STANZAS FOR MUSIC.
Oh say not lady, say not so !

There is a radiance in the sky,
My heart is fondly thine;
And if I ever seemed to bow

A flush of gold, and purple dye; * Before another shrine,

Night lingers in the west-the sun

Floats on the sea.The day's begun. I did but court the Muses' smile

The wave slow swelling to the shore Isang but of thy charms the while!

Gleams on the green like silver ore; Beloved! this tender vow believe,

The grove, the cloud, the mountain's brow, Thou 'rt all the world to me!

Are burning in the crimson glow: And if the Midstrel's lay I weave,

Yet all is silence till the gale Tis but to sing of thee;

Shakes its rich pinions from the vale. And if I seek the wreath of fame,

It is a lovely hour though Heaven: 'Tis but to twine with it thy name!

Had ne'er to man his partner given, Then say not lady, say not so !

That thing of beauty, fatal, fair, My heart is fondly thine ;

Bright, fickle-child of flame and air;
Agd

Beforer seemed to bow.
I did but court the Muses smile

His mother Mary: 33
Isang buis of thy charms the while!

Kept a dairy
ALARIQUE.

In Tipperary!

FROM THE ITALIAN.

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[Aug. I. Yet such an hour, such skies above, Though beauty bless the landscape still Such earth below, had taught him Love. Though woods surround, and waters But there are sounds along the gale;

lave it, Not murmurs of the grot or vale

My heart feels not the vivid thrill Yet wild, yet sweet, as ever stole

Which long ago thy presence gave it: To soothe their twilight wanderer's soul. ** Mirth-music-friendship have no tone It comes from yonder jasmine bower, Like that which with thy voice hath flown! From yonder mosque's enamellid tower,

And memory only now remains From yonder harem's roof of gold,

To whisper things that once delighted : From yonder castle's haughty hold:

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Still, still I love to tread these plains Oh strain of witchery! whoe'er

To seek this sacred haunt benighted, That heard thee, felt no joy was near?

And feel a something sadly sweet My soul shall in the grave be dim

In resting on this mossy BęAT!!!
Ere it forgets that bridal hymn.
'Twas such a morn, 'twas such a tone

FROM THE SPANISH OF CERVANTES.
That woke me ;-visions ! are you gone?
The flutes breathe nigh—the portals now

Fare thee well, land of my birth!
Pour out the train, white veiled, like snow

That spot the most sacred on earth;

At last I have broken the spell
Upon its mountain summit spread,
In splendour beyond man's rude tread! That bound my heart to theefarewell!
And o'er their pomp, emerging far

Away idle sorrows, that wet
The bride, like morning's virgin star. My cheek with unbidden regret;
And soon along the eve may swim

I leave no fond sympathy here
The chorus of the bridal hymn;

That asks at my parting one tear. Again the bright processions move

With a love that scarce death could remove To take the last, sweet veil from Love.

Have I clave to thee, land of my love! Then speed thee on, thou glorious sun!

Yet found but such fost'ring and rest
Swift rise-swift set-be bright and done.

As the babe at its dead mother's breast.
Literary Gazette.

Lift the sail; the lone spirit that braves

The loud going forth of the waves,
THE MOSSY SEAT..
The landscape hath not lost its look;

Wherever they cast him will find
Still rushes on the sparkling river;

A country, and bosoms more kind. Nor hath the gloominess forsook

Lift the sail; all remembrances sleep These granite crags that frown for ever: In the rush and the roar of the deep; Still hangs around the shadowy wood, As its tide blots the lines which the hand Whose sounds but murmur solitude :

Of childhood had etched on the sand. The raven's plaint, the linpet's song, Denied to my chance kindled fire,

The stock-dove's coo, in grief repining, The wreath that belongs to the lyre;
In mingled echoes steal along;

Yet my good sword the battle shall join,
The setting sun is brightly shining, And chivalry's garland be mine.
And clouds above, and hills below,
Are brightening with his golden glow!

Or victory torn from the brow

Of the Paynim shall hallow my vow; It is not meet, it is not fit,

Or fallin in the stife of the brave, Though Fortune all our hopes hath Young Glory shall beam round my grave!

thwarted, Whilst on the very stone I sit,

Fare thee well, land of my birth! Where first we met, and last we parted,

The one spot most sacred on earth; That absent from my soul should be

At last I have burst through the spell
The thought that loves and looks to thee!

That bound my heart to thee-farewell!
Each happy hour that we have proved,
Whilst love's delicious converse blended;

FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE.
As 'neath the twilight star we roved,

BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ. Unconscious where our progress tended, “ A temple to friendship,” said Laura enStill brings my mind a sweet relief,

chanted, And bids it love the " joys of grief!"

“ I'll build in this garden—the thought is What soothing recollections throng,

divine!" Presenting many a mournful token, Her temple was built, and she only now That heart's remembrance to prolong,

wanted

shrine Which then was blest-but now is broken! An image of friendship to place on the I cannot-Oh! hast thou forgot

She flew to the sculptor, who set down beOur early loves ?-this hallowed spot?

fore her I almost think I see thee stand;

A friendship, the fairest his art could inI almost dream I hear thee speaking;

vent; I feel the presure of thy hand;

But so cold and so dull, that the youthful Thy living glance in fondness seeking

adorer Here, all apart-by all unseen,

Saw plainly this was not the Friendship Thy form upon my arm to lean !

she meant.

1818.]

Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Dr. Franklin.

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MONTHLY REGISTER OF LITERATURE, ART,

AND SCIENCE.

NEW PUBLICATIONS, WITH CRITICAL REMARKS.

1. Msemoirs of the Life and Writings of air has no ill effect on the constitution;

Benjamin Franklin, LL. D. F. R. S, though air impregnated with vapours from $c. Published by his Grandson, Wil- putrid marshes is found pernicious, not from liam Temple Franklin. Vol. 111. 4to. the moisture but the putridity. It seems

This terminates the collection of Dr. strange that man, whose body is composed Franklin's writings and memoirs, as pub- and juices are so watery, who can swallow

in great part of moist fluids, whose blood lished from the originals, and having the quantities of water and small heer daily; advantage of his own revision. These without inconvenience, should fancy that a writings are properly distributed under little more or less moisture in the air should four heads. The first part contains be of such importance. But we abound in those which relate to American politics, absurdity and inconsistency. Thus, though before and after the separation of the co it is generally allowed that taking the air is lonies from Great Britain. Part the se a good thing, yet what caution against air ! cond comprises a number of excellent what stopping of crevices! what wrapping papers on subjects of general policy and up in warm clothes ! what stuffing of doors commerce. Part the third is purely mis- and windows, even in the midst of summer! cellaneous, moral, and entertaining. The Many London families go out once a day to

take the air; three or four persons in a last portion comprehends the philoso- coach, one perhaps sick : these go three or phical disquisitions and experimental ob- four miles, or as many turns in Hyde Park, servations of this extraordinary man and with the glasses both up close, all breathing most sagacious inquirer. Some of the over and over again the the same air they articles in this collection have been fre- brought out of town with them in the coach, quently printed, and others may be found with the least change possible, and rendered scattered in old periodical publications; worse and worse every moment;—and this but the editor has acted judiciously in they call taking the air. From many years embodying these papers with those observations on myself and others, I am perwhich are now for the first time sent into ing moist or cold air the causes of that dis

suaded we are on a wrong scent in supposthe world. In a former number wc gave order we call a cold; some unknown quathe author's ideas of a new theory of the lity in the air, may perhaps produce colds, earth; and we shall close this announce as in the influenza ; but generally, I apprement with one or two extracts on sub- hend they are the effect of too full living in jects of general interest. The first shall proportion to our exercise.” be from a letter to Dr. Percival, in which the causes of mortality are consi

From the following hints on the nadered. Speaking of a humid atmosphere,

ture of fire, it is evident that this acute Dr. Franklin says

experimentalist had correct notions of "- 'Tis a curious remark, that moist sea

caloric:sons are the healthiest. The gentry of Eng. “ I have long been of opinion, that it exland are remarkably afraid of moisture and ists every where in the state of a subtle of air. But seamen, who live perpetually in fluid. That too much of that fluid in our moist air, are always healthy if they have flesh, gives us the sensation we call heatspod provisions. The inhabitants of Ber- too little, cold-its vibrations, light. That muda, St. Helena, and other islands far from all solid or fluid substances which are incontinents, surrounded with rocks against flammable, have been composed of it; their which the waves continually dashing, fill the dissolution, in returning to their original air with spray and vapour, and where no fluid state, we call fire. This subtle fluid is wind can arrive that does not pass over attracted by plants and animals in their much sea, and of course bring much mois- growth, and consolidated; is attracted by ture, these people are remarkably healthy; other substances, thermometers, &c. invariand I have long thought, that mere moist ably; has a particular affinity with water,

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Woman ; a Poem.

(Aug. 1, and will quit many other bodies to attachi Why are the Gracés everyone isiku itself to water, and go off with it in evapo- » Pictured as women be, ille ration.”

If not to shew that they in grace

Do more excel than we?" 106:17 II. Woman : a Poem. By Eaton STAN NARD BARRET, esg..

Why are the liberal Sciences

Pictured as women be, We have derived much gratification

If not to shew, that they in them from the perusal of this elegant little vo

Do more excel than we? ! lume, and agree with its author, that

Why are the Virtves every one no subject affords å finer scope to the

Pictured as women be, didactic and descriptive muse, than the

If not to shew, that they in them 1 ou praise of woỉnan, Indeed, it will be

Do more excel than we :* found upon inquiry, that from the ear

Since women are so full of worth, liest ages to the present time, poets have Let them all praised be; never been considered as duly qualified,

For commendations they deserve *.. th until they had exhibited some signs of In ampter wise than we.

091T admiration for the fair sex; and either served, or affected to serve, a probation

Mr. Barrett's poem opens with a tri ary term of chivalrous devotion at the hute to the memory of our unfortunate shrine of that being,

Princess, in which he expressively ds. * Whom nature formid to tempcr man." plores, after having wrought bis votive On this score Mr. Barrett will be found page, deserving of no small share of commen: That her blue glances might the deaf-uldation; for hic has eulogized poetically, lume,”

18? 1899 1C and we have no doubt sincerely, not any “ How treach'rous Death has made that one individual Phillis or Chloe of his page untrue,"

- mii 10 imagination, but the whole sex in gene. Our limits will necessarily confine us to ral. Had he failed in his attempt, 'his

a few of the most striking passages.: 15. good intentions would still have entitled commence with one, reprete with triath him to our approbation; but we shall go as well as poetry. * ::

letv9T far to prove, that the expectations, which Yet e'en our own enlightened time retains the excellence of his subject is capable of Some partial tincture of the former stains; creating in the minds of his readers, are, Pale libertines, whom wanton arts allure, for the most part, fulfilled.

Still by the vicious female judge the pore. It would be needless for us to descant Companion of his groom, the clown con in prose upon what the author has 80 founds ably treated in energetic and harmonious Subservient woman with his horse and verse ; we shall therefore proceed to an

And pedants, who from books, poi immediate examination of the book. In

nature, a modest and well-written preface, Mr. Try to condemn her by scholastic law,

draw, Barrett asserts, “ that though the fair Wits, for an epigram, her fame undo, sex have occasioned many dissertations And those who God blaspheme, mock wcin English prose, they have never yet man too. found a champion in the more congenial All such conclude her of inferior clay, field of English poetry." With this de- Because she wants some' merits mên display. claration, however, we do not agree: As well may they condemn the chüly moon, Parnel has a poem on the Rise of Wo- Because her crescent cannot glow like noon i man; Mr. Southey's first Epic celebrates For if that orb whose affluent dew bestows the wonderful exploits of the Maid of Balm on the glebe, another sun arose; *: Arc; and one of the most egant of his This fl wry ball would withêr, stagnant gales minor productions is denominated the Engender death, and midnight scorch the Triumphs of Woman.” Besides these, vales.

Page 35 many of the most popular authors of all

There is great delicacy in the followages, compliment her in various passages ing lines :of their poems. We copy the following to guard that virtue, to supply the place singular verses from the works of Sir Of courage, wanting in her gentle race; Aston Cokayne ; which, as they have be- Lo, modesty was given, mysterious spell

, comc exceedingly scarce, may not be Whose blush can shame, whose panie eat deemed unacceptable to our readers :- repel :

07316 Tora au CIL I wonder why by foul-mouthed men

Strong, by the very weakness did betrays. **

It sheds a mist before our fiery garesti , Women so slandered be, Since it doth easily appear

* He might have added, They're better far than we?

" Why are the Aluses every one,”' &c

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