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On seeing Dr. KAYE, Master of Christ's
College, elected Regius Professor of Divi-
nity, by the death of Dr. WATSON, late
Bishop of Landaff.

MARGARET, by Royal-gifted patro-
nage,
[endows;
God's-house with Worthies, see how Time
First of their class, encircling Granta's
brows.
[sage,
Mede leads the van, with More, Platonic
And Cudworth vers'd in "plastic Nature's"
page,
[rage!
Such Intellectuals quell'd the Atheist's
But oh, the blot! your doors how could
you close

[Sin,

'Gainst Paradisal powers of Death and Save that Mathesis wise, in reasoning prose, Our Christian Morals trains, our Faith de

fends,

And humble Prelate graceful polish lends,
By chaste rehearsal, Saviour's love to win.
So might no atom's stain your Fame im
pair,

Or Time destroy, KAYE takes the Theo-
logic Chair.

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THE Author, in offering the fullowing lines, has no other intention than to assist suffering Worth; and will find bis purpose faily answered, if the object of known, should in any way be benefited by his consideration, to him personally unbis attempt. I am Sir,

Your obedient humble servant,
JOHN SIMPSON.

YE British Gents and Nobles list awhile:
From foreign jargon now withdraw

your ear:

Check the loud laugh, the simper, and the
smile,
[tear.

And give to suffering Worth its due, a

Why should your bounty, lavish'd far. abroad,

'Mongst supple, sneering, envious slaves

be spent ;

When here at home beneath dire mi

sery's load

Full many a noble, manly spirit's bent? True taste on Britons may indeed cry

Shame;

When native worth is seen to pine in want: When the tight rope 's the certain road to fame,.:

And apes outlandish Britain's sons supplant.

Ye sons of Genius, emulous above

The crowd of souls ephemeral to rise,
Seek not to visit the Pierian grove ;
The road to fame through other regions
lies.

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By Christopher Earnshaw. square 8vo. Mawman.

"THE Author presents to the publick the labours of one in addition to the "Thousand minor critics, who have added their mite of amendment to their native tongue."—In works of this kind, the principal object of a Dictionary seems for many years to have been of secondary importance, and to have given place, in a great measure, to a display of pronunciation.-To supply, in a convenient form, and neatly printed, a Pocket Dictionary of selected words, avoiding paucity of definitions on the one hand, and redundance on the other, is the aim of the present publication. A compendium of this sort has long been a desideratum; and the compiler trusts he will have performed an accept able service, in offering his Manual to the publick:-great pains have been taken to make it worthy of their patronage, and he hopes they will not have been fruitless. To extend its utility, he has given the pronunciation in a simple and easy manner, equally free from vulgarity and the vagaries of fashion."

Building on the solid foundations of Johnson and Walker, and aided by the labours of the elder Sheridan and Mr. Stephen Jones, the present Compiler would have been particularly unfortunate if he had not given to the publick an acceptable and useful volume.

101. A Companion to the Ball Room, containing a Choice Collection of the most original and admired Country Dance, Reel, Hornpipe, and Waltz Tunes, with a variety of appropriate Figures; the Etiquette, and a Dissertation on the State of the Ball Room. By Thomas Wilson, Dancing Master, from the King's Theatre, Opera House, 8vo.; Button, Whitaker, & Co. pp. 232. THOUGH our dancing-days are pretty well over, Mr. Wilson recalls to memory that such days have been, and were most dear; and there was a time when we should have thought such a publication as the present a very high treat. For the sake of the Author, we hope that there are many who still think so; and that the sale of his Work will remunerate his ingenuity and his labour.

"He has been induced to bring forward the present Work, not only to answer the request of those who have so frequently and for so many years past applied to him, to publish a Pocket

Collection of correct and favourite Country Dances, with appropriate Figures, for the use of the Ball Room, but also to answer every purpose of the Dancer and the Musician; and consequently no pains have been spared to render it, what he trusts it will be found to be, the most original, useful, and pleasing Collection ever found in a Work approximating to its kind.-It chiefly consists of Airs, adapted to Country Dancing, Reels, Hornpipes, Waltzes, &c. with their Ages and Nationality attached to them, and a variety of appropriate Figures, to such Tunes as require them, with Directions for their correct Performance and remarks thereon; also will be affixed, a Critical Dissertation on the Present State of the English Ball Room, Ball Room Musicians, and Mu

sical Publications."

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The Tunes, which are numerous, are all engraved; a scientific Introduction is prefixed; and the volume? closes with " A Dissertation on the present State of the English Ball Room; Ball Room Musick, and Collection of Country Dances; Ball Room Musicians; the Etiquette of the Ball Room, and a National and Characteristic Index.

102. A new and complete Master Key to Francis Walkingame's Tutor's, Assistant, in which every Rule, Case, Table, and Question, is inserted at length; and each Sum properly stated and worked in full, so that all the Fi gures may be seen at first View. By C. Pearson, Arithmetician and Accountant. 12mo. pp. 244. Murray, Oxford-street.

THE end which Mr. Pearson hopes will be attained by this "Master Key" is professedly "the improvement of the rising generation in arithmetic," He "flatters himself," and we hope he will not be disappointed, that

"It will be found particularly useful to Schoolmasters and Ushers in general, and all those gentlemen who practise private Tuition, as it will enable them, with ease, to instruct a greater number * of Pupils in Arithmetic, without the trouble and waste of time in working the sums, or referring to any other book, as they have both the Question and Sum under their eye at once.Grown-up persons, who have already some knowledge of figures, and wish farther to instruct or improve themselves in Arithmetic, will find this valuable book, as they will perceive, at first sight, how every sum is worked." SELECT

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Baldock, Nov. 11. THE Author, in offering the following lines, has no other intention than to assist suffering Worth; and will find his purpose fully answered, if the object of his consideration, to him personally un

Mr. URBAN, Dec. 90. PRAY indulge an old Correspondent's wish by the insertion of the two following Sonnets, calculated, it is true, more for Cambridge attention, than your own Magazine, but the Author is desir-known, should in any way be benefited by

ous that they should not be quite strangled in their birth at home, and therefore places them under your protection.

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Yours, &c.

J. W. On seeing Dr. KAYE, Master of Christ's College, elected Regius Professor of Divinity, by the death of Dr. WATSON, late Bishop of Landaff.

MARGARET, by Royal-gifted patromage, [endows; God's-house with Worthies, see how Time First of their class, encircling Granta's brows. [sage, Mede leads the van, with More, Platonic And Cudworth vers'd in "plastic Nature's" page, [rage! Such Intellectuals quell'd the Atheist's But oh, the blot! your doors how could you close

[Sin,

'Gainst Paradisal powers of Death and Save that Mathesis wise, in reasoning prose, Our Christian Morals trains, our Faith defends,

And humble Prelate graceful polish lends, By chaste rehearsal, Saviour's love to win. So might no atom's stain your Fame im

pair,

Or Time destroy, KAYE takes the Theologic Chair.

bis attempt.

I am Sir,
Your obedient humble servant,
JOHN SIMPSON.

YE British Gents and Nobles list awhile From foreign jargon now withdraw your ear:

Check the loud laugh, the simper, and the smile, [tear. And give to suffering Worth its due, a

Why should your bounty, lavish'd far abroad,

'Mongst supple, sneering, envious slaves

be spent ;

When here at home beneath dire misery's load

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in the vale,

Epail,

A rosy young maid, with her well-scour'd
Tripping lightly along o'er the soft silken
grass,
[Chase;

Carol'd sweetly the ballad of old Chevy-
So loudly she sung, and her voice was so
clear,
[to hear.

That the warblers suspended their musick
Her ballad being ended, she fell into
thought,
[wrought,
And a gay web of fancy ingeniously
Its texture was fine, brightly tissued with
gold-
[have sold,
She thus gravely began: "When this milk I
I'll buy me a heu which will chicken pro-
[and goose:
Then next I'll have turkey, duck, pigeon,
Thus by gentle degrees, if I calculate true,
My wealth will increase till I'm rich as a
Jew.

duce,

Then with garlands and ribands I'll braid

up my hair,

[or fair;
No girl shall outshine me at church, wake,
But what with most pleasure my bosom
will fill,
[Mill.

Will be to surpass the pert maid of the
When things are thus mended, the neigh-
bours will say,
[it away!
Look at Madam there! see how she flaunts
But I'll toss up my head with an air of
disdain !"

She acted the thought, when her joy
turn'd to pain;

For with the brisk motion, down tumbled
her load,

And all her gay treasures besprinkled the
road.
P. FITZAUBREY.

ANACREON'S 24th Ode, amplified.
That Mortality should be enjoyed.
SINCE I'm born a mortal Man,

And since Life is but a Span,
Chorus: Hence dull Care, away from me!
What have I to do with thee?
True! I've known the Time that's pass'd;
But, who knows how long 'twill last?
Chor. Then, dull Care, away from me;
I'll have nought to do with thee!
Ere Life's passage terminate,
Joy and Pleasure be my fate:
Chor. Let me live from Sorrow free,-
Pain at no time dwell with me!
With Lyaus let me quaff
Richest wines, aud drinking laugh;
Chor. From dismaying thoughts be free!
With which none can happy be!
With sweet Love too let me play,
Dancing, 'mid the Graces gay;—
Chor. So shall Thought far from me flee,
And Care have nought to do with me!
R. S. W..

POESY-An Ode.

In Imitation of MILTON.
WHEN the Morning's Orient light

Unveils the landscape to the sight-
And smoke from low-roof'd hamlets rise
In spiral columns to the skies:

* What sums have Catalani, and many others from the same quarter, carried out of these kingdoms, whose merit consisted entirely in the cultivation of powers depending upon peculiar bodily conformation. If such mechanical qualifications are so well rewarded, is it not most disgraceful that those of a superior nature, arising from intellectual excellence, should fall a prey to neglect and disappointment? +At Shefford, a small town in Bedfordshire.

I do not here wish to be understood that Bloomfield is homeless; but, from the account I have heard of his situation, it must be the liberality of the publick which will enable him to keep his house over his head. With the Poet I am unacquainted, except from the perusal of his works, which certainly entitle him to a far better fate. His case is not a singular one: Butler and Burns have experienced the same before him; their names will never die as long as our language exists; but, notwithstanding all their merits, they found it difficult to keep their corporeal part alive. Anticipation of posthumous fame affords a man but a slender breakfast.

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"The Farmer's Boy" has been styled the "English Georgics;" how well it merits. this title will be perceived by every reader of it. It were much to be wished that some Maecenas would give due encouragement to its Author.

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When is heard the Woodman's stroke,
As he cleaves the stubborn oak,
And the wild-bird's lay of love,
Carol'd in the dusky grove,
And the milk-maid's sprightly song,
As she trips the meads among,
When the lowing cattle raise,

In Nature's voice the note of praise,
O rústic nymph! with frolic air,
Thou, sweet Poësy, art there!

When 'tis Noon, and ardent fire
Bids a fainting world retire-
And labour wipes the humid brow,
And seeks the shade the trees bestow;
And beneath some rugged rock,
The shepherd views his panting flock;
And all is quiet stillness round,
Save, that's heard the plaintive sound
Of the young rook's ceaseless call,
And the plashing waterfall,
And the gnat with busy wing,
When the herald of the spring,
As a shepherd's clock the note,
Doth the fleeting hour denote,
In Nature's harmony around,
Thou, sweet Poësy, art found!

When Evening comes with purple ray,
And beams the faint decline of day;
When the bee with waxen thighs
Homeward swiftly, laden hies;
And his task of labour v'er,
Seated at the cottage door,

The peasant quaffs the nut brown ale,
And hears again the oft-told tale;
Whilst as the ling'ring hours begnil'd,
The housewife rocks her sleeping child;
Or, the mother's love exprest,
Fondly lulls it on her breast;
When young and old, beneath the tree,
Dance to village minstrelsy;
With cheerful face, and modest mien,
Thou, sweet Poësy, art seen!

When Night, with sable stole around,
Invests the world with gloom profound;
And Nature hush'd to soft repose,
Man seeks oblivion of his woes!
When Luna's tranquil, pallid beams,
O'er the dark foliage silv'ry gleams;
And Heaven with sparkling, brilliant rays,
Lifts the rapt soul to sacred praise !
When angels wake their golden lyre,
And hymning seraphs to the choir,
In varied melody the strain,
Their great Creator's love proclaim!
Celestial guest! and power divine!
Sweet Poësy! the lay is thine!
Somersetshire, Aug. 20.

G.H.T.

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**** *The following beautiful stanzas are indubitably, though far from generally known as such, an extemporaneous production of the late Mr. Sheridan. They are addrsssed to the Ladies Eliza and Mary Birmingham, daughters of the late Earl of Louth. The Element is supposed to speak:

IN Poets, all my marks you'll see,

Since flash and smoke reveal me;
Suspect me always near Nat. Lee;
E'en Blackmore can't conceal me.
In Milton's page I glow by art,
One flame intense and even;

In SHAKSPEARE's blaze! a sudden start
Like lightnings flash'd from Heav'n!

In many more as well as they,

Thro' various forms I shift;

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I'm gently lambent while I'm Gay,

But brightest, when I'm Swift.

From smoke, such tidings you may get ;
It can't subsist without me;

Or find me like some fond Coquet,
With fifty Sparks about me.

In other forms I oft am seen,
In breasts of Young and Pair;
"And as the Virtues dwell within,

You'll always find me there.

I with pure, piercing, brilliant gleams,
Can arm ELIZA's eye;
With modest, soft, ethereal beams,
Sweet MARY'S I Supply!

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