Feels agony, by language not express'd,
Upon fome mount of ever-green may stand,
Close by the haven of the holy land;
When me with gladness, and in accents
mild,

May thus bespeak my ever-smiling child-
"Soul of my earthly Father-come and

Then shall the ranfom'd race of every name
Hear the loud trump of everlasting fame,
Fill'd by fome holy angel's mighty voice,
Bid all the faithful friends of CHRIST re-
joice,

And call Heaven's host of countless saints to
fing

The peerless grace of Zion's throned KING-
And then shall Calvary's holy theme be sung
In chorus grand, by every seraph tongue;
And then shall every creature bow the knee,
Great KING OF KINGS, and LORD OF
LORDS to THEE!

Barb, 20th June, 1802.

S. W.

I, Who erft * mourned thy abfence from our
And cursed the stern proscription of thy
form,
Enraptured view thee, with a lingering smile,
Wave thy foft hand, and still the raging
storm;
That storm, whose mighty desolation swept
The cherished bleifings of our pilgrim
ftate,

:

Save that unsocial portion, ever kept
Intire, the portion of the rich and great!
Protectress! ah, less patient than benign!
Wheree'er thy aufpices protection filing,
The human race approaches to divine,

And fongs of endless gratitude shall fing; For Peace on earth" and man's "good will to man,"

Angels contemplate with a joy ferene, And mark, as we diffuse the social plan, Their Heaven's perspective on the diftant scene.

The WORM of the STILL.

zled to tell,

D.

I Have found what the learn'd seem so puz-
The true shape of the Devil, and where is his
heil;
Into ferpents of old crept the author of ill,
But Satan now works as a WORM of the

**

STILL.

A demon keeps time with his fiddle, Finance, While the Passions spring forth in a horrible dance.

Then, prone on the earth, they adore in the dust;

A man's baser half rais'd in room of his bust: Such orgies the nights of the drunkard difplay,

But how black with ennui, how benighted
his day!

With drams it begins, and with drams it must
end,
A dram is his country, bis mistress, his
friend;
Then his off.fy'd heart hates itself at the laft,
And a dram nerves his hand for the death.
doing blaft.

and that curse

of her nurse!

Mark that mother, that monster, that shame;
See her child hang, dead-drunk, at the breaft
As it drops from her arm, mark her ftupify'd
ftare,
'Till the wakes with a yell, and a laugh of
despair.

Is this the civility promis'd our nation ?
This the UNION, diffolv'd in a cup of dam-
nation,
Which our chancellor Comus extols as di-
vine,
To train up our fate and our fortunes-as
fwine?
Drink, ERIN, drink deep, from this crystal-
line round,
'Till the tortures of felf-recollection be
drown'd,
'Till the hopes of thy heart be all stiffen'd to
ftone,
Then fit down in the dirt like a queen on her
throne.

No frenzy for freedom to flash o'er the brain, Thou shalt dance to the musical clank of the chain,

A crown of cheap ftraw shall seem rich to thine eye,

And peace and good order shall reign in thy
fty.

Nor boast that no track of the viper is seen,
To stain thy pure surface of emerald green,
For the ferpent will never want poison to
kill,

While the fat of your fields feeds the WORM
of the STILL.

D.

I mark'd her eyes, that beam'd with living

fire,

Her cheeks, that nature's rofieft hues ex-
preft,
Her coral lips, her lovely snowy breaft,
Raptur'd I faw, and thus I strike my lyre.
But why, sweet girl, perplex me fo?
Why bid me in thy prefence write?
Let but one fun its glory show,

Will not that one expel the night?
But should two funs at once afcend the skies,
Both warm, both shining bright in rival
pride,

When the poor Indian upward casts his eyes,
Ah! how should he his wavering worship
guide ?

But be it fo-two nymphs I view,
Both fair, yet here some difference lies,
Amelia's eyes are heav'niy blue,

And black as loes are Charlotte's eyes.

Extracts from the Port folio of a Man of Letters.

LEWIS XI. OF FRANCE.

This monarch, who reg "HIS monarch, who reigned over that 1483, had no cretary of State, but made ufe of the first scribe, or Escrivain, as they were then called, that could be found. These Eftrivains, according to BRANTOME, a curious writer of biographical anecdotes, who lived near that time, went up and down, leeking employment or business of writing, with their gallemard, or pens and ink-cafe, fastened to their girdles. Lewis, one day, having occafion to write lome dispatches, chanced to light upon impetit fcribe, fin et bon compagnon, to use Brantome's own words, a poor fcribe, but afellow of much drollery. As the writer was preparing to fet to his work, and put down what the King should please to diche happened to drop a pair of dice; feeing thele, Lewis faid, A quvi fervoit cette dragée ? " What use have you for thefe pills?" To this the scribe replied without hesitation, Sire, c'est un remedium contra peftem; "Sire, it is a cure for the plague." This ready answer so pleafed Lewis, that he faid, Tu es un gentil palli. ard, tu es à moy; "Thou art a witty black

rate,

guard, and I must have thee.".

POISON, USED AS A STRATAGEM OF

WAR.

The use of poison in war is now very juftly confidered as contrary to the law of arms, and a practice by no means allowable to be used againft an enemy. It does not appear to have been looked upon in the fame light in the age when Brantome, MONTHLY MAG. No. 91.

the French writer before-mentioned, lived. In his hiftory of M. de Conty, the French King's Lieutenant for the States of Milan and beyond the Alps, he fays the wines of a village near Milan were poisoned, by his order, in order to destroy an army of Swifs, and this he styles un des beaux traits qu'il fit en fa charge, a netable exploit in the execution of his command. However, the horrid stratagem failed of its effect, owing, as Brantome supposes, to the drug finking to the bottom of the casks; but 200 French freebooters (avanturiers Franfois) who came there afterwards, and probably drained the cafks to the last drop, were all poisoned to a man.

ROYAL OATHS.

In former times fovereign princes had their favourite oaths, which they made use of on all occafions when their feelings or passions were excited. The oaths of the English monarchs are en record, and a lift of them might eafily be made out by having recourse to the old writers of our hiftory from the conqueft to the reign of Elizabeth, who did not fcruple, pious Queen and good Mother of the Church of England as the was, to swear by God's wounds, an oath ifluing at this time fre. quently from vulgar mouths, but foftened down to zounds. BRANTOME, who lived in the Court of Francis the Firft, cotemporary with Henry the Eighth, Elizabeth's father, has recorded the oaths of four succeeding monarchs immediately preceding his time. He informs his readers that Lewis the XIth swore by the Pasque Dient (God's Eatter); Charles the

S

VIIIth

VIIIth swore Par le jour Dieu (By God's light); Lewis the XIIth used an oath still common amongst the French rabble, Diable m'emporte (The Devil take me); but the oath of Francis, the first of that name, was polished enough for the present day; it was, Foi de Gentilhomme (On the word of a gentleman.)

VOLTAIRE.

It was observed by a certain person to Voltaire, that the King of Prufssia had behaved towards him in a manner finguJarly gracious and kind; "He has given you," adds the remarker, " a pension of twenty thousand livres; and he gave you, moreover, a key."-" Yes," interrupted Voltaire, "but I can assure you, it was not the key of paradise."

THE PARISIANS.

Voltaire, being asked what he thought of the people of Paris-" The Parisians," answered he," raise statues, and pull them down again; they spend their time in theatres, hiffing, and clapping hands; they have less ingenuity than the Athenians had, with all their faults, and more than double their extravagancies."

ROBERT CECIL, EARL OF SALISBURY.

Robert Cecil, Earl of Salisbury, principal Secretary of State in the reign of James the First, was a man of a hasty temper, especially when intent upon bufiness, and broken in upon unseasonably.It was, moreover, in his day, no unufual thing for noblemen and gentlemen to kick and cuff their domestics when they committed faults. It happened that a fervant belonging to the Earl, whose office-it was to attend him whilst in his closet, to stir and keep up his fire, had received a small present from a suitor to put his Lordship in mind of a certain business, which the poor fellow happening to do at a moment when Lord Salisbury was thinking of other matters, got a hearty flap on the face for his pains. As he came out of the closet, he met the suitor, to whom he faid thus "Oh! Sir, I have just been moving my Lord upon your business." "Yes," says one who happened to be by at the time he received the flap on the face, "I am wit. ness that he moved my Lord, and you may be convinced of it yourself, if you only observe how red his ears are."

PRINCELY SWINDLING.

The town of Friburg, in Switzerland. was under the dominion of the House of Austria. After the confederate free Cantons had become powerful and respectable, the Friburgers on various occafions showed fuch a difpofition to join with them, that the Duke of Austria was convinced ke could not long retain his fovereignty

over them. He therefore sent his master of the household to the town, who gave out that he shortly expected the Duke himfelf, on which account he defired the inhabitants to lend all their plate, gold and silver ornaments, jewels, &c. in order to decorate the town-house for his reception. These articles he took care clandestinely to convey out of the territory. At lerngth the day fixed for the Duke's arrival being come, the master of the household, with his train, and a number of the principal citizens, rode out to meet him. They proceeded further and further, but no Duke appeared; at last, however, they met a detachment of troopers, who opened their ranks, and received the household-officer and his party under their protection. He then turned about, and, addressing himself to the Friburgers, coolly told them, " that it had been for some time perceived that they were disposed to throw off their allegiance to their prince in confidence of the protection of the Cantons; that it was just the prince should receive some emolument from them before they executed this defign-therefore he had made bold to carry off the goods he had borrowed of them." So saying, he rode off, leaving the deluded Friburgers in a state of ludicrous surprize and mortification.

TWO SINGULAR PASSAGES IN ARIOSTO.

The first of these is an instance of that kind of figure for which I do not know a proper term, in which great expectations raised by the poet, end in what Shakespear calls "a most lame and impotent conclusion." He commences the 12th canto of Orlando Furioso with saying, in very lofty verse, "that Ceres, when, on her return from the valley of Ida to mount Etna, she found her daughter missing, after tearing her hair, cheeks, and eyes, plucked up two pines, and kindling them with unquenchable fire, carried them with her in her car drawn by ferpents, and searched through woods, plains, mountains, vallies, streams, lakes, land and sea, and at length in the depth of Tartarus, for her loft daughter. Now (says he) if Orlando had equalled Ceres as much in power as in defire, he would alfo have fought Angelica through woods, plains, hills, vallies, &c. &c. but not having the chariot and dragons, he went seeking her as well as hee could."

Ma poi che'l carro, e i draghi non avea,
La gia cercando al meglio che potea,

The other is in the 35th canto, where St. John relates to Aftolfo in the moon the praises of poets and historians; obferving, that the fame of great men is en

MEMOIRS OF EMINENT PERSONS.