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"ON THE TOMB OF NELSON. "Away! nor one vain sorrow breathe Nor shed unwonted tribute here Nor twine around the cypress wreath As though 'twere common dust beneath, As though it ask'd the common tear: Hence! this is Valour's, Virtue's dust! Immortal Nelson's hallow'd grave!Hence! this is Glory's sacred trust!

And Glory's meed these ashes crave! Go! nerve thy heart to seek such doom, With patriot fervour beating highThen heap upon, around, this tomb, The laurel,-whose eternal bloom

Is Valour's wreath and canopy: This meed to win-that zeal to give'Twas his 'twas Nelson's godlike pride

For these-He liv'd as Heroes live!

For these as Heroes die-He died!" "ON THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN RIOU, Who fell in the Battle of Copenhagen. "And shall we not that warrior's fate lament, [grac❜d?

Whose parting hour a victor's laurel

Nor shed due tribute o'er that monu

mentt, [doom, are traced? Where Valour's deeds, and Valour's Yes! when a Hero falls-a Riou bleeds, Untimely bleeds ere Glory's course is run- [speak his deedsThough Triumph crown-though Nelson Our tears must mourn a battle dearly

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Gallant and good!' thy worth had nobly shōne,

Reft of the charm to victory allied! Where all thy greatness might have bibeam'd unknown,

And thy undaunted heart blaz'd forth and died!

Thine was the soul in every scene the

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66. The Naiad, aTale; with other Poems.

8vo, pp. 63. Taylor and Hessey. "THE Naiad," we are told, "is founded on a beautiful Scotch ballad, which was procured from a young girl of Galloway, who delighted in preserving the romantic songs of her Country."

"Nothing can be finer than the fancy and pathos of the original; from the necessity, however, of changing the scene, little, if any, of the imagery of the old Ballad could be retained. The story is in itself powerfully in

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teresting, and forms one of the richest subjects for fanciful and feeling poetry that can possibly be imagined. One of the ballads of Goëthe, called "The Fisherman,' is very similar in its incidents to it: Madame de Stael, in her elegant work on Germany, thus describes it: A poor man, on a summer evening, seats himself on the bank of a river, and as he throws in his line, contemplates the clear and liquid tide which gently flows and bathes his naked feet. The nymph of the stream invites him to plunge himself into it; she describes to him the delightful freshness of the water during the heat of summer, the pleasure which the sun takes in cooling itself at night in the sea, the calmness of the moon when its rays repose and sleep on the bosom of the stream: at length the fisherman, attracted, seduced, drawn on, disappears."" advances near the nymph, and for ever

With an evident imitation of the varied measures of Lord Byron, this pretty little story is told in elegant language; and the versification, with the exception of a few awkward rhymes, is harmonious.

Lord Hubert, returning late in the evening to a young Bride, accompanied by his little page, enjoys the calmness of an Autumnal evening. "They kept their course by the water's edge, [sedge;

And listen'd at times to the creeking Or started from some rich fanciful dream, At the sullen plunge of the fish in the stream;

Then would they watch the circle bright, (The circle, silver'd by the moonlight,) Go widening, and shining, and trembling on,

[gone.

Till' a wave leap'd up, and the ring was Or the otter would cross before their [nook lies;

eyes,

And hide in the bank where the deep Or the owl would call out through the silent air, [lous cry; With a mournful, and shrill, and tremuOr the hare from its form would start up and pass by; [and there. And the watch-dog bay them here The leaves might be rustled-the waves be curl'd

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But no human foot appear'd out in the world."

"Up rose the scent of the gentle flowers, As freshly as though they deck'd ladies'

bowers;

[fair,

In sooth, we may grieve that odours so Are lavish'd so sweetly, when no one is there.

The wild rose dwelt on the water's side, The lily shone out on the shivering tide;

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Ah! who would go dreaming away the
night,
[so light?"
When its hue is so fair, and its airs are
Like the Fisherman of Goethe, Lord
Hubert is seduced by a bewitching
Spirit in the lovely form of a Naiad.
"It rises from the bank of the brook,
And it comes along with an angel look;
Its vest is like snow, and its hand is as
fair,
[and air,
Its brow seems a mingling of sunbeam
And its eyes so meek, which the glad
tear laves,
[waves;

Are like stars bebeld soften'd in summer
The lily hath left a light on its feet,
And the smile on its lip is passingly
sweet;
Learth;-
It moves serene, but it treads not the
Is it a lady of mortal birth?
Down o'er her shoulders her yellow hair
flows,
[glows;
And her neck through its tresses divinely
Calm in her hand a mirror she brings,
And she sleeks her loose locks, and gazes,

and sings."

Lord Hubert, forgetting his Bride, listened to the Enchantress, and was irrecoverably lost.

"She stept into the silver wave, And sank, like the morning mist, from the eye;

his dream;

[sigh, Lord Hubert paus'd with a misgiving And look'd on the water as on his grave. [the stream, But a soften'd voice came sweet from Such sound doth a young lover hear in [derly hollow: It was lovely, and mellow'd, and tenStep on the wave, where sleeps the moon-beam, [cate gleam; Thou wilt sink secure through its deliFollow, Lord Hubert, follow!' He started — pass'd on with a graceful mirth, [earth. And vanish'd at once from the placid -The waters prattled sweetly, wildly, Still the moonlight kiss'd them mildly; All sounds were mute, save the screech of the owl, [dog's bowl; And the otter's plunge, and the watchBut from that cold moon's setting, never Was seen Lord Hubert-he vanish'd for [young day, And ne'er from the breaking of that Was seen the light form that had pass'd away."

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Five small Poems, not devoid of merit, accompany "The Naiad." 67. Emigration; or, England and Paris; a Poem. 8vo, pp. 52. Baldwin & Co.. WE readily give credit to the Author of this Poem, as to the "patriotie motives" in which it originated.

"He had witnessed, with a grief which he is sure he participates in common with his countrymen at large, the present system of travelling or emigrating to various parts of the Continent, and particularly to Paris; and he felt that every individual ought to add his effort, feeble as it may be, to counteract so injurious a practice. - With regard to the political effects of the system at the present serious juncture, no language can possibly be too strong. At a moment when labour is so scarce, that charitable institutions are actually engaged in discovering new modes of employing thousands of persons, who are both able and willing to work, but who cannot procure occupation, it is no trifting offence to subtract from the demand for national industry, by residing in Countries where none but foreign provisions and foreign manufactures are, of course, required. It is surely not just or patriotic to pamper foreign artizans and labourers at the expence of our own. The periodical prints inform us that there are not less than 60,000 absentees, and reckoning that each of these, taking the average, derives from home an income of 2004. per annum, the loss to the Nation will be more than

thirty thousand pounds sterling per day, or twelve millions a year!

"The enormous sums which have been expended in mere travelling, or, in other words, in enriching innpostilions, from the keepers and three-guinea fare to the most splendid equipage, would have formed no mean item in assisting the labouring and manufacturing poor, many of whom are suffering all the calamities of war in the midst of plenty and of peace. Even if expended on luxuries, these immense sums would have greatly assisted the numerous tradesmen who are ruined by the absence of their late customers, without a possibility, as things_now stand, of obtaining new ones. closely compacted a society as that of England, every link which is taken away weakens and disjoins the rest.

In so

"Nothing is intended to apply to those who really travel on business, and who are therefore benefiting their Country as well as themselves. Yet even to these it might not be inappropriate to suggest the necessity of guarding against that moral contagion which they are destined to encounter; nor is it too precise to remind them specifically, of the religious veneration due to the Sunday, and to that Sacred Volume which is the best, and only effectual antidote to the poisonous atmosphere in which they are likely to be placed."

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that the world is a wilderness to him
who is destitute of a friend. A wilder-
ress, too, not of flowers or of plants, of
rocks and of mountains, wild, yet not
remote from beauty or sublimity; but a
wilderness of weeds, or a sterile, parch-
ed, and burning desert. In the deepest
recess of Nature, he, on the contrary,
who feels the fine impulses of the heart,
wanders not alone. In the midst of a
Court, the Statesman nauseates the
smile and the whisper, which invade
him, unless his heart acknowledges to
his judgment, that his glory is not want-
ing in the applause of those, for whose
interests and happiness it ought to be
his pride and his glory to labour.-I
know that our expectations are vain,
and our hopes idle, when we presume to
expect common men to concentrate their
hopes, wishes, and interests, in the du-
ties of a Patriot! But I would whisper
in the ear of a Minister of State, that if
he would satisfy his hopes, his wishes,
and his interests, completely and to the
consummation of them all, he will divest
himself of every thought that has not a
collateral, if not an immediate direction,
for the interests of the Country whose
Minister he is. If he perform this im-
perative duty, rewards of every kind are
sure to follow: rank, riches, and ho-
nour. Rank, conferred by his Prince;
riches, in the gratitude of his fellow-
citizens; and honour, that will carry
him through the heart of an Enemy's
country. Like the ebryso-magnet of
Strada, he will attract iron and gold
wherever he goes: for as is the diamond
among stones, roses among flowers, and
the bird of Paradise among birds, so is
Patriotism the best and most beautiful
of all the virtues."

We pass on to the article of " Literature," which contains much that is curious. Here, too, we find the old and hackneyed complaint, that Talents are not properly rewarded.

"One of the principal causes why Genius, in this cold and calculating world, succeeds so ill, may be traced to that indifference with which men, whose lives are occupied in a contemplation of the beautiful and the sublime, regard all temporary advantages. Knowing but little of the baseness of men, till experience teaches it in misfortune; easily cheated by others, and too easily deluded by their imaginations, and the excellence of their natures, they feel at length the value of wealth, by becoming dupes to the cunning, and martyrs to the mean and contemptible villainy of others.Such is the principal cause that contributes to make such men indigent, and

to keep them so. Erasmus lived with
Cer-
difficulty, and died in poverty.
vantes perished in the streets of Madrid.
Camöens, to the eternal disgrace of his
age and country, died in an hospital in
misery and ruin. Chatterton, the finest
youthful genius that ever adorned a
country, was left to suicide. Artedi was
and
buried at the cost of another;
Castell, who devoted a large fortune,
and seventeen years of unremitted ap-
plication, to his Lexicon Heptaglotton,
and who assisted in the formation of the
Walton Polyglott Bible, was rewarded
neither in proportion to his learning,
Butler received
his abilities, or labour.
no profit for his Hudibras from the pro-
fligate and worthless Charles: he lived
in want, and received interment at the
cost of a friend. Linnæus never received
more than a ducat a sheet for any of
his writings, though he wrote forty dif-
ferent works. I have tried,' said that
illustrious character, whether diligence
and unremitted labour can create re-
spect. In this attempt I have enfeebled
my frame; and what is worse than all,
I am killing myself without the satis-
faction of leaving a provision for my
children. In this distressing condition
he remained for several years. Here let
us stop it is a subject too painful to be
dwelt upon! A Judge is permitted to
enjoy his perquisites; a Bishop his rents;
a Rector his tenths; a General his pay;
and the Statesman his salary: but the
Poet-Oh, spirit of the immortal Spen-
ser!

-the Poet is doomed to drink the
Such
bitter cup of poverty and sorrow.
is the fate of the Poet! Let no one,
therefore, of inferior qualifications, com-
plain, if he receive no compensation
for his merits, and no reward for his
industry.

"But indigence is not the only evil that literary merit has to dread. The envy which assails it is far beyond the and equally calculation of a good man, beneath the attention of a wise one;

yet it operates on the happiness of both! Parmenides, whose code of laws was an honour to Elea, screened himself from the envy of the multitude in the retirement of philosophy. Pythagoras was the victim of a party at Crotona, and died in wandering from town to town. Thucydides was banished from Athens for a period of thirty years; and Libanius was driven from city to city by the envy and jealousy of rivals. Few men were more pestered with the malice of their contemporaries than Cicero ; while Galen was so envied by his brother Physicians, that he became at length apprehensive of his life.-Galileo was imprisoned in the dungeons of the Inquisition;

quisition; Copernicus was screened from persecution only by his death; Ramus, whose writings contributed so much to banish Aristotle from the schools, was twice obliged to quit Paris, to avoid the vengeance of Bigotry, and perished at last in the massacre of St. Bartholomew.

Dr. Harvey, who taught the circulation of the blood in animals, and Dr. Hales, who proved the circulation of the sap in trees, both encountered the opposition and envy of their contemporaries. Linnæus struggled long against the prejudice of his opponents, while his writings were suppressed at Rome, and condemned to be burnt! The Clergy of the Parliamentary Army heightened the death of the excellent Chillingworth by their meanness and barbarity. Campanella encountered a host of enemies at Rome, Naples, and Bologna; was imprisoned, tried as a criminal, and put seven times to the rack. The reputation of the Cid armed all the wits of Paris against Corneille; and Domenichino was so envied by the painters at Naples, that he became utterly weary and disgusted with life. It is enough to bring the moon from Heaven!These instances, worthy of occupying a page in Valerianus's Treatise on the Infelicity of the Learned, are sufficient arguments, with the weak and the worldly, to reconcile their vanity to the measure of their ignorance. With opportunities to know, and to feel, the force of all this, who can peruse without indignation the following sentiments of Horace Walpole? A Poet and a Painter,' said that Right Honourable Personage, may want an equipage and a villa, by wanting protection; but they can always afford to buy pen, ink, and paper, colours and pencil.' - Pen, ink, and paper, colours and pencil! And pray, my Lord, where is the satisfaction of having pen, ink, and paper, colours and pencil, if a man has a large family, and little to eat and little to drink?Could Vanity ever have so measured its folly as, for one moment, to let you suppose, that you were equal to Homer, to Camöens, to Tasso, to Cervantes, to Erasmus, and to Butler? And yet, I tell you, my Lord of Orford, that every one of those illustrious men not only lived, but died, and were buried in want! One work of genius ought to make one man's fortune. You, my Lord, had meat, and drink, and fine clothes, and fine houses-ab, and you had also talents! Yes, my Lord, you had talents, but you had no genius: neither were you a lover of genius. May Heaven defend the sacred Republick of Letters from such a proud, conceited, superficial

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coxcomb as this! A man who, because want never reached him, seems to have supposed that want could never reach the good!"

All this reads well, and there is too much truth in it. But, if we could whisper so much in the ear of the genus irritabile, however great the merit of a Poet, it can rarely be expected, in the ordinary course of the world, that he should acquire riches. A Pope, a Byron, a Southey, or a Scott, are not of every day's occurrence. Nor is POETRY to be considered as a trade, by which a man is to maintain his family. We speak not this in disparagement of a talent for which we entertain the profoundest veneration; but as a hint that an Author may now and then be too sanguine in his expectation of pecuniary remuneration.

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rary Men have been honoured.” "The whole city of Athens went into mourning for Euripides: on his monument was placed the following epitaph : 'The glory of Euripides has all Greece for a monument.' Eschylus was loaded with honours and benefactions by Hiero; and the Sicilians performed theatrical pieces at his tomb every year. Pindar and Bacchylides divided the favour of the Sicilian king; the figure of Sappho was imprinted on the coins of Mytilene; the Ephesians desired to place Heraclitus at the head of their Republick; the Agrigentines offered Empedocles a throne; Theocritus was valued in the Court of Ptolemy; and three hundred and fifty statues were erected at Athens in honour of Demetrius Phalereus. The Eleans extended their bounty to the descendants of Phidias; Alexander spared the house of Pindar; Archelaus, king of Macedon, erected a magnificent tomb over Euripides on the banks of a river, the waters of which were so cool, so limpid, and delightful, that they invited every traveller to drink and quench his thirst. Lucius Accius was so much esteemed as a Poet at Rome, that a Comedian was fined for ridiculing him on the stage; Marcellus paid every honour to the body of Archimedes, though an enemy; and few men were more honoured, when living, than Livy. Pliny and Tacitus were the friends of Trajan; Arrian was the preceptor and friend of Marcus Aurelius; Carthage, and several other cities, erected statues in honour of Apuleius; while Ausonius was made Questor by Valentinian, Consul by Gratian, and

highly esteemed by the Emperor Theodosius. Cassiodorus was made Governor of Sicily, created sole Consul, and pro moted to be private secretary to Theodoric. Arcadius and Honorius erected a statue in honour of Claudian; and Agropolita (one of the Byzantine Historians) was sent Ambassador to the Pope, and to John, Prince of Bulgaria. Alcuin was admitted to the friendship of Charlemagne; Alexander was highly esteemed by Urban VIII.; Alamanni was the confidential friend of Francis I. in whose arms died Leonardo de Vinci.

Arnaud was beloved by Henry IV. of France; and Paulus Æmilius enjoyed the favour of Lewis XII. Abulfaragius was made Bishop of Lacabena and Aleppo. The tomb of the Persian Anacreon is the theatre of annual rural amusements; and Lope de Vega, the idol of his age, was buried with a pomp and magnificence never before witnessed in Spain to a private person. - Petrarch, honoured with the friendship of many illustrious men, was crowned as a Poet in the capital of Italy; the daughters of Donatus were portioned at Florence at the public expence; Æneas Sylvius was crowned with laurel by the Emperor Frederick's own hand; Vida was created Bishop of Alba in reward for his genius; and Ariosto was employed as an Ambassador from the Duke of Ferrara to Pope Julius II.; he was made Governor of Graffignana, and crowned with laurel by Charles V. Albani was honoured with the correspondence of several Princes; Rubens became an Ambassador; Newton arrived at wealth and honour; Prior and Grotius were Ambassadors at Paris; Boileau enjoyed the benefits of princely munificence at Auteuil; Addison became Secretary of State; the family of Fontaine were exempt from all taxes; Christina softened the misfortunes of Borelli; while Heinsius was honoured by his Country, and flattered by the approbation of several foreign Monarchs. Such are the honours and distinctions which have been consecrated to some who have possessed talents and genius. For though, for the most part, men, possessing either the one or the other, are, when ningling with mankind, cheated by the worldly, envied by groups of many orders, and calumniated by the base and ignorant; some minds, rich in their own excellence, have never, even in the iron age, been wanting, who have scattered roses in the paths of Virtue; and who have secured from indigence and despair those labourers in Science, and those cultivators of the Arts and of Philosophy, who, but for the fortunate assistance of some nobler mind, might,

from disease, sensibility, or unrewarded industry, have sunk beneath the burden of a ruined fortune."

From much that is good under the head of "Science," only one short article shall be selected.

"From the difficulty in regard to the origin and uses of evil, a subject on which wisdom itself is taught to pause, though not to doubt, has arisen that most degrading of all mental errors, ATHEISM. The word Atheist is a term used for the purpose of distinguishing that order of men, whose ignorance is rendered contemptible by the folly of their vanity, and by the arrogance of their pride, presumption, and pretensions. Little knowledge have they of Science, and still less of Nature's primitive forms and qualities.-Involving a vicious imagination, a credulous conception, and a warped judgment, an Atheist is as much a lusus naturæ, as any object that, in any age, has disgusted the eye of a Naturalist. For, presuming to decide where he ought to doubt; and hesitating, when effects allow exact precision; ignorant that chances are the results of secret causes -that it requires the same gigantic power to annihilate, as it did to createthat to govern, requires no greater exertion than to form-and that, even should Necessity have a power of existence, it possesses no power of effecting changes; with a mean idea of man, a superficial knowledge of Nature, and a total ignorance of primitive causes, an Atheist gives eternal life to magnets, yet refuses it to man! His is the hated creed, which makes the day of death the day of ruin!-Beginning in presumption, he continues in doubt; and, meeting with difficulties far beyond the measure of his feeble intellect, his faculties confused-his judgment lost, and his ima gination afflicted with the plague-he loathes to die! His food, as it were, is poison, and his drink are bitters. Believing not in a God, he is the artificer of his own misery, and an object_of mental disgust, wherever he goes. For a nest of serpents is not more horrible to the fancy, than a faction of Atheists. Oh! for that sacred and exalted time, when we may be permitted to see a new satellite, a new planet, a new sun, perhaps a new system, rising from the void and formless infinite!' To enter into what Marcus Antoninus calls an honourable familiarity with Nature, by ranging through the visible sphere with an eye of Poetry, and the judgment of Philosophy, is to form one of the best grounds for theological belief.

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