The Fourteenth Volume of the "ENCYCLOPEDIA LONDINENSIS," which has been long delayed on account of the numerous Engravings accompanying the article MECHANICS.

Copies of Verses to the Memory of the late RICHARD REYNOLDS, of Bristol, the benevolent Quaker, whose, Charities, during his life, were perhaps unexampled, and to whose Memory the Inhabitants of Bristol are raising the most honourable Monument, that ever recorded and perpetuated the Virtues of the Dead-a Charitable Institution to reach the Objects of his Bounty while living: (see p. 372.) From the pen of Mr. MONTGOMERY, Author of The Wanderer of Switzerland.

A Work comprising "The State Lottery-A Dream. By SAMUEL ROBERTS." Also, "Thoughts on Wheels-A Poem. By JAMES MONTGOMERY, Author of The Wanderer of Switzerland, &c."

The Naiad, a Tale; with other Poems. The Continuation of Miss BURNEY'S "Tales of Fancy."

A new Periodical Work will appear January 1, 1817, to be continued every two months, entitled The Correspondent, consisting of Letters, Moral, Political, and Literary, between eminent Writers in France and England; and designed, by presenting to each Nation a faithful Picture of the other, to enlighten both to their true interests, promote a mutual good understanding between them, and render Peace the source of a common Prosperity.

Two Numbers of the Magnetiser's Magazine; by FRANCIS CORBAUX. The object of this Work is "to propagate the accumulation of facts which demonstrate the reality and utility of Animal Magnetism."

Preparing for Publication.

A Volume of Sermons; by the Rev. W. N. DARNELL, late Fellow of C. C. C. Oxford.

Questions resolved, in Divinity, History, Biography, and Literature. In two Volumes: The first entirely Theological; containing concise Explanations of above 300 difficult Texts in Scripture nearly in regular succession, adapted to common capacities. The Second containing Answers to important and curious Questions in History, Biography, Natural History, and Literature, with a copious Index, and Table of Scriptures explained. By the Rev. GEORGE GLYN SCRAGGS, A.M. of Buckingham. Mr. R. DUPPA has undertaken the task of editing and attaching Notes to the late Dr. SAMUEL JOHNSON's Diary of a

Journey into North Wales, announced some time since as being in the hands of another Editor.

The Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Dr. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, comprising his private and familiar Correspondence; now first published from the original manuscripts bequeathed to his grandson, WM. TEMPLE FRANKLIN, Esq.

A Series of Letters written by the celebrated Earl of CHESTERFIELD to Mr. Arthur Stanhope, relative to the edu cation of his son Philip, the late Earl.

Mr. T. DIBDIN has undertaken to arrange for the press, the posthumous Dra matic Works of the late Mr. BENJAMIN THOMPSON; which will be published by subscription, for the benefit of his widow and six children. A copious Memoir, and Portrait, will be prefixed.

Mr. JOHN CRISP is about to publish by Subscription, a new Edition of "The Doctor and Student," with Notes.

Dr. HUGHSON, Author of A History of London, has commenced a Work under the title of "Walks through London, including Westminster and Southwark, with the surrounding Suburbs; describing every thing worthy of observation, and forming a complete Guide to the British Metropolis." To be com prised in twelve monthly numbers.

A History of Great and Little Malvern embellished with Designs by Artists of celebrity. The Work is intended to form a complete historical, statistical, mineralogical, chemical, and gene ral Account of those interesting places, and a useful guide through the terrestrial Paradise in which they are situated.

Dr. BADHAM is preparing for publication, An Itinerary from Rome to Athens, by the route of Brundusium, the Ionian Islands, and Albania; containing an accurate account of distances, modes of travelling, expences, preparations, and Frecautions, with other miscellaneous particulars which may interest the Traveller. It will include Classical Recollections of the various Sites which occur in the Journey, as well in Greece as in Italy; and in the latter country, a particular account of Horace's Iter.

A Translation of the Antiquarian Travels in Italy of the learned French Archæologist M. MILLIN.

A New Theoretical and Practical Grammar of the French Language. By Mr. RACINE, Professor of Languages. Fortitude and Frailty, a Novel; by Miss HOLCROFT.

An instance of the attention which is given to English literature in France has lately occurred in the Royal Academy of Rouen, by sending to Mr. THOMAS CAMPBELL a diploma of their Society, in consequence of a paper on the subject of his poetry, which was read to them by Professor VITALIS.

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Extracts from A Monody to the Memory of the late Right Hon. R. B. SHERIDAN, recited at the opening of DRURY-LANE THEATRE, Sept. 7, 1816. WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day

In Summer's twilight weeps itself away,

Who hath not felt the softness of the hour
Sink on the heart-as dew along the flower?
Who hath not shar'd that calm, so still
and deep,
[speak, but weep?
The voiceless thought, which would not
A holy concord—and a bright regret,
A glorious sympathy with suns that set-
So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes,
When all of Genius which can perish, dies.
The flash of wit-the bright intelligence-
The beam of song- the blaze of elo-
quence
[hind
Set with their sun: but still have left be-
The enduring produce of immortal mind;
Fruits of a genial morn and glorious noon,
A deathless part of him who died too soon.
From the charm'd council to the festive
board,

know

Still let them pause-Ah! little do they
[but Woe.
That what to them seem'd Vice might be,
Hard is his fate, on whom the public gaze
Is fix'd for ever, to detract or praise,
Repose denies her requiem to his name,
And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
But far from us and from our mimic scene
Such things should be-if such have ever
been.

Our's be the gentler wish.
task,

the kinder

To give the tribute Glory need not ask. To weep the vanquish'd beam—and add our mite

Of praise, in payment of a long delight. Ye Orators! whom yet our councils yield, Mourn for the veteran Hero of your field, The worthy Rival of the wondrous three +, Whose words were sparks of immortality! Ye Bards! to whom the Drama's Muse is dear,

He was your Master! emulate him here!Ye men of wit and social eloquence! He was your Brother!-bear his ashes hence! [less range, While powers of mind, almost of boundComplete in kind -as various in their change;

While Eloquence - Wit Poesy and Mirth,

That humbler Harmonist of Care on earth, Survive within our souls-while lives our

sense

Of pride in merit's proud pre-eminence, Long shall we seek his likeness-long, in vain,

And turn to all of him which may remain, Sighing that Nature form'd but one such

man,

And broke the die-in moulding Sheridan.

ODE ON THE MORNING.

(From Mr. DYER's Poetics.)
TO A FRIEND.

CHILD of the light, fair morning hour,
Who smilest o'er yon purple hill,

I come to woo thy cheering power
Beside this murmuring rill.

Nor I alone: a thousand songsters rise,
To meet thy dawning, and thy sweets
to share,
[air,

While every flower that scents the honied Thy milder influence feels, and shews the brightest dyes..

And let me hear some village swain

Whistle in rustic glee along ;

Or share some true-love's tender pain,
Breath'd from the milk-maid's song.

+ Fox, Pitt, Burke.

Wild

Wild are those notes; but sweeter far to [groves,

me, Than the soft airs borne from Italian To which the wanton Muse and naked [gamesome glee.

Loves, Strike the light-warbling lyre, and dance in And Health, the child of blooming sire, Shall trip along on nimble feet, With airy mien and loose attire,

Me on the plain to meet :

Gay laughing nymph that loves a morning sky, [dews, That loves to glide across the spangled And with her finger, dipp'd in brightest hues, [my languid eye. My faint cheek shall she tinge, and cheer Then will I bless thee, morning hour,

And singing, hail the new-born day; And hasten to Amanda's bower,

To steal the sweets of May. And to my verse, Amanda will attend, And take the posie from the sylvan Muse: [fuse For sure the generous fair will not reThe Muse's modest gift, her present to a friend.

So to his oaks withdraws the good Landaff, Grac'd with his mitre and his pastoral staff, His setting sun with calm complacence sees In philosophic and religious ease.

Brave and unmatch'd, a warrior from his youth, Strong as a lion in the cause of Truth, Invulnerate whatever ills befall, And in the holy armour of St. Paul, Like veteran Samson, he surmounts each toil,

Laden with many a Philistine's spoil.

Full many a happy year did Granta view

Another Cato live again in you;

A Censor, that presided o'er her Schools, The foe of infidels, and scourge of fools; Ex Cathedra bore each opponent down, And wore with grace the Theologic crown

*Regius Professor of Divinity.

When Time thus scatters garlands as he goes,

A life so active well may claim repose, And, safely anchor'd in some winding bay, The distant fury of the world survey.

So Cæsar, when old age had stripp'd his head,

A laurel-chaplet o'er his temples spread,
And saw the fruit of his campaigns produce
What serv'd at once for ornament and use.
Yet, laying trope and metaphor apart,
You, my good Lord, are grac'd with head
and heart

Still to arrest each transitory hour,
New lights discover, or new blessings show'r.

To you, whilst musing in the sylvan

shade,

Grand is the scene on every side display'd:
Each page of Nature that before you lies
Invites to reason and to platonize.
A mind like yours collects where'eritgoes;
Alike upon the thistle and the rose
Justruction blossoms, and a sermon grows.
No forest spreads, no river runs in vain,
But Wisdom stamps the mountain and the
plain.
[delight,

Each flow'r that paints the meadow with
Or shuns with virgin modesty the sight,
Each pebble that the bed of ocean paves,
Each brook that bubbles, and each wood
[shock

that waves;

spreads,

The swelling cliff that braves the tempest's
Securely fix'd en'adamantine rock;
The lake that like a spacious mirror
[their heads:
Shrubs that conceal, and oaks that lift
All join in chorus to their Maker's praise,
And teach the wise to justify his ways;
As far as Reason in vile man can dwell,
Who only sees the superficial shell.

Here, as I take my solitary round,

I seem once more to tread on classie ground;

A hundred Helicons around me rise,
And all Arcadia spreads before my eyes.

Here Nature, vested like aTragic Queen, With Alpine features stamps the swelling

The soul,released, feels ampler pinion given, Cleaves the mid air, and scales the walls of Heaveu..

Whate'er the plastic form of Nature's
mien,

Howe'er diversified the shifting scene,
Whate'er the mark and character she wears,
The finger of the Deity appears,
That still a rational delight secures,
And operates upon a mind like yours.
E'en now, methinks, with scientific pains,
You probe the Earth, and open Nature's
veins;
[Ray,
With Kercher, Woodward, or unwearied
The subterraneous universe display;
Or bid the searching crucible declare
The secret pow'rs of matter and of air;
How bodies usefully may coalesce,
And coldest tempers learn to effervesce,
And how assist the Esculapian lore
Of Galen and Hippocrates of yore;
With saturnine, mercurial spirits mix,
The dull to rouse, the volatile to fix;
Compose the feuds of elemental strife,
And teach to meliorate and lengthen life.
Or, borne once more to Academic skies,
Survey the world with Galileo's eyes:
To sound Philosophy collect your thoughts,
Now house with Newton, and now chum
with Cotes:

"Midst rolling orbs celestial transports feel, And trace their laws with Halley and with Keil:

Revolving satellites in thought revolve, New lights explore, new paradoxes solve. Far as the Night can spread her sable pall, Fresh systems burst with stars that rise and fall.

Where'er excursive Science darts her eyes, New moons attend her, and new worlds arise.

Light travels onward through a thousand'

And stoop from Heaven to sublunary
With eyes serene survey this restless ball,
Mark passions work, and nations rise and
fall.
[earth

See some small speck upon this nook of
Convulse old realms, and give new empires
birth.
[fool
Some Demon prompts some enterprizing
That Fate ordain'd him for Imperial rule.
Stung with ambition and a wish for change,
Like a portentous star he takes his range.
The mob applauds, the fever rages high,
Against the Laws rebellious banners fly,
Old Kings depos'd, new Rulers seize the
reins,

Young Buonapartes ape old Charlemagnes, Obsequious Rome supports a Tyrant's claim,

And false St. Peter visits Notre Dame.

Yet, mark the sequel; soon Revenge ap

pears,

And Envy all her brood of serpents rears. His conscience smites him, and the Furies frown,

Pale grows the lustre of a guilty crown,
The sword ofJustice gleams before his eyes,
Fresh plots are hatch'd, and new assassins
rise.

See, self-tormented with eternal fear,
The souls of Orleans and of Robespierre!
See conscious Cromwell sleep in mail
complete,

And Cæsar prostrate fall at Pompey's feet!
Though Reason for awhile depos'd remain,
At last she mounts her antient throne again.

Man!

To him who thus the universe can scan, Alas! how vain are all the thoughts of [plete, Each care how low, each joy how incomHow weak the wise, how little are the great!

See Nations perish by excess of wealth, As bodies by redundancy of health, And feed and pamper a domestic foe, 'Till the whole fabrick to a dropsy grow. And should (which Heaven forefend!) should Britain swerve,

Unbend her sinew, and relax her nerve,
To silken sloth become an easy prey,
And dissipate her antient strength away;
E'en Britain too, in that same evil hour,
Shall drop the fasces of imperial power;
Her pride shall sink, her sceptre shall decay,
And all her former glories fade away;
Shall vanish like the dynasties of yore,
As Rome and Babylon have done before.
Should in an age when Flattery prevails,
And Justice drops her undiscerning scales,
One honest Churchman rise above the rest,
Of learning, sense, and fortitude possest,
(Unwarp'd, undaunted, whether Fate be-
queath

A crown of martyrdom or civic wreath)
Him shall a Muse, unapt herself to fawn,
Alike revere in cassock or in lawn.
Like a stout Champion in the Church, so

vain;

THE

THE FALL OF ALGIERS. Written by WM. THOS. FITZ-GERALD, Esq.; and sung by Mr. DIGNUM.

WHEN France was subdued, and in dust laid her power,

England hoped that her Triumphs long

Peace would restore ;

But a barbarous Foe in an insolent hour Drew down her just vengeance to punish the Moor.

The Infidels thought, when dismantled her' fleet,, [her shores, And her seamen return'd, and dispersed on That the spoils of the Main would soon lie [the Moors!

at their feet,

And no flag rule the sea, but the flag of
Humanity sigh'd to see Afric enslave
The Christians that Fortune had thrown in
her hand;
[wave,
And Europe might blush to behold, ou the
A Pirate that plunder'd both Ocean and
Land!

To England the Nations appeal, in their
fears;
[vain?
And when did they ask her protection in
For Exmouth, in thunder, bore down on
Algiers,
[the Main!

To make the Moors yield to the Lords of Like lightning he split every moon-crested tower, [ships from the sea; And, with flames, swept their plundering He humbled the Dey-who beut low to his power, [free! And set all the Christians from slavery For the Trident of England shall still rule [the Slave!

the wave, To protect the Oppress'd, and enfranchise N. B. The last two lines to be repeated in singing.

Th' alternate curse or blessing of mankind! Successive Tyrants long this groaning land Had forc'd to bend beneath Oppression's wand;

Till from the Hydra one supreme arose, And drooping France saw wounds domestic close:

* L'Oratoire was originally a Religious building, as its name indeed implies; and Les Pères de l'Oratoire were highly celebrated as preachers in the reign of Louis XIII. It was afterwards the place of meeting for the Convention in the time of the Revolution. It is now allowed by Government for the use of any Nation, or Sect, who wish to perform Divine service there. GENT. MAG, October, 1816.

Rich in his talents, wide her bounds extends,

To distant lands her conqu❜ring legions sends;

And had not mad Ambition fir'd his soul,
Still had vex'd Europe own'd the stern
controul.
[advance,

At length she rouz'd, her myriads hade
And twice subdued, twice captur'd, mighty
France!
[sway,

Once more, thou own'st a Bourbon's legal
Once more thy sons Religion's voice obey,
And those thou mad'st thy foes now peace-
ful throng,
[song:
Admire thy splendid domes, thy festive
Beneath this roof, once fiercely hostile,
[praise!
Each in his native tongue, the note of
What grateful drops within our eyelids
steal,

raise,

As here before Creation's Lord we kneel; Whose voice has made this mighty tempest

Written on the last day of Summer; By EDWARD LORD THURLOW. NOW Summer has one foot from out the world,

Her golden mantle floating in the air; And her love-darting eyes are backward hurl'd,

To bid adieu to this creation fair:
A flight of swallows circles her before,
And Zephyrus, her jolly harbinger,
Already is a-wing to Heaven's door,

Whereat the Muses are expecting her; And the three Graces, in their heav'nly ring, Are dancing with delicious harmony; And Hebe doth her flowery chalice bring, To sprinkle nectar on their melody: Jove laughs, to see his angel, Summer,come, Warbling his praise, to her immortal home. Laeken, 1816.

Lines in Commemoration of ROBERT BURNS.
By JOHN MAYNE.

OF all her Bards who shone by turns,
Scotland is proudest far of Burns:
Ordain'd a Poet from his birth,
But, too resplendent for this earth,
He met, alas! an early doom,
And slumbers in the silent tomb!
Yet, though th' Almighty, good and wise,
Hath call'd his spirit to the skies,
His works, sweet Bard! till ending time,
Shall live in ev'ry age and clime,
Unfading, beautiful, sublime!

*First printed in the Brussels' Paper, "The Philanthropist."

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