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612 613 away in the utmost consternation: he | their mutual satisfaction, as Frederie endeavoured to follow in the dark, had seized the very first moment of and arrived at last in the traveller's comparative tranquillity, to relate the room, but found it deserted; he seiz- present situation of affairs: he was is the ed a lighted taper, and went up stairs already married to a younger sister without interruption. He pursued his of Laura, and she herself had reway to the saloon in question, and mained faithful to her first lover, and there he found—what he had, during had never ceased to pray for his rethe last moments, in some measure turn. Even father Boniface finished expected- his own portrait; but re- with blessing the happy change, bepresented in such a manner, that he cause, proud as he was upon the
Bat the shuddered with horror at the dreadful master pieces with which his convent sight, and had hardly the courage to had been already enriched, he set regard it a second time.
felt that still more might be expected He was at no loss as to the painter; for the future, and that this would because Lewis had from his infancy be more particularly the case with the
tha shown a great talent for the art, and grand representation of the day of it was but natural, that he should have judgment, in which the damned were found a melancholy solace in eterniz-indeed drawn with terrible and inimiing the cause of his misery, Fre- table effect, but where the blessed deric was absorbed in these con- were still wanting: the artist had templations, when he heard a noise often attempted to sketch them, but upon the staircase, as if a great pum- he had never been able to satisfy himber of people were mounting, and on self with the outline, and it had been turning round he perceived the most as often erlaced as planned. singular procession that could be imagined. A fat monk led the van, with a pot of holy water in one hand, and
Poetry. a large censer in the other; the landlord followed with a rusty old sword,
THE TEMPEST STILLED. the waiter brandished a boot-jack, and
Mark iv. 37-39. the hostler held a pitchfork, whilst the waves tossed high, the winds roared load, the landlady, bringing up the rear, The shattered rigging answered every blast; had armed herself and servants with The lightning from the thunder-cloud brooms and flails.
With fiery vigour darted past, The whole fell back as Frederic
“ Master ?” the scared disciples cried,
“Dost thou not care we perish in the lake ? offered to face them, but the monk “ Our vessel with the foaming tide took hold of the railing, and exclaimed " Is fillid-we sink! awake, awake ?" --Earthly weapons are here of no avail, Jesus arose forsook his sleep, master Peter, we must contend in a
And thus the warring elements addrest :spiritual manner: and thereupon be " Peace! howling winds; and angry deep! began to throw the water about with Let quiet calm thy furious breast. considerable dexterity himself, whilst The gales were husb'd, and all was quite
Instant the frighted waves were stilled, he directed his companion how to
serene; proceed with the censer. It lasted a As erst, when thro’ wild chaos thrilled good while before a negociation could His voice, so now was changed the scene. be set on foot; but as soon as the The glad disciples, filled with joy: master of the house understood, that As when a sleeper, vext with visions dire, the stranger wanted a supper and had Wakes and discovers no annosgot wherewith to pay, bis fear left Springs into life when near to expire, him at once, and he set about his
busi- At length the land smiles sweetly on their The priest however was not so sight; quickly appeased; he declared, that They quit the lake of Galilee the painter confessed to have murder-In wonder at their Master's might. ed the man whom the picture repre- So, in bis bark, whea tempests lowr, sented, and no sophistry should con- The mariner on life's uncertain sea vince him this was not his spirit. In Is rescued in the stormy hour, the mean time Lewis had been sent for, How can his bark be cast away! and farther explanations became as
How can the waves prevail, if it contain easy as the result was pleasing.
Him wbom the wind and sea obey, The two friends had so mueh the Whose voice can calm the raging main? less trouble in adjusting things to Liverpool.
J. M. G.
Poetry :-Goliath of Gath.- Uncertainties.--Man.
GOLIATH OF GATH.
The stone, like a thunderbolt, struck the swift
blow, 1 Sam. xvii.
And the monster reeld forward, a fall'n, help
less foe; On the mountain the Philistine camped in his He was levell’d as Dagon in front of the ark, pride,
And his boastings were gone like the sheen of With his banners and legions of war was des- a spark.
cried ; The flower of his youth, and the sons of his Up! Israel, and follow the flying foes' path, care,
Pursue to the turrets of Ekron and Gath; And the strength of his kingdom, his nobles, Let your falchions be strong! for the host of were there;
the Lord Bat the boast of his warriors, Goliath, of Gath, Still baffles the godless idolator's sword; Was bis champion, come forth in dire enmity's For your enemies' boast in his pride is laid low, wrath.
And his head sever'd off with his own wea
pon's blow. Goliath stalked forward, nine feet and a span
J. M. G. Was the height of his form, more of demon
than man: With a high brazen helm, and a huge coat of
UNCERTAINTIES. mail, He stood like a pillar of brass in the vale,
When storms cloud the deep, and load Boreas Which lay 'twixt the armies prepared for the is roaring, fight,
When the white waves resound 'gainst the Proud Philistia's sons, and the armed Israelite.
Wben mariners heaven's kind aid are imploring, With his mighty spear grasp'd, and with loud
Then 'tis uncertain--whether home's joys lofty boasts,
they'll taste more. He presumptuously challenged the Israelite hosts
When the wanderer benighted, 'midst desarts To produce him a foeman with whom to con
a ranger, tend;
Where perils unseen his lone footsteps await; That by one single combat the battle might When despair fills the breast of the lost way.
worn stranger, Forty days he came forward, with baughtiness Then 'tis uncertain how soon cold death is
his fate. Forty days, unaccepted bis challenge, retired.
When the clarion of war, through the land has The armies were now set in battle array,
resounded, And the spear and the falchion were seized for And the youth leaves his cot, Valour's laurels
to earn; The buckler was fix’d, while the shrill trumpet When in battle's rude clangor, he falls sorely
wounded, And the chariot steed pranc'd with the foe in
Then 'tis uncertain—whether again he'll rehis view,
turn. When a herald, advancing towards Philistia, When madness usurps the fair region of learncried,
ing, “The combat's accepted : Goliath's defied.”
And insanity's fires rage wild in the brain; Each army stood silent: Goliath came down
Whep phrenzy's dire tortures in life's seat are
burning, From the mount to the valley with ire in his
Then 'tis uncertain--when Reason's calmfrown; And there came forth to meet him-no fierce
ness will reign. man of war,
When care-teeming sickness, pale anguishing Whose prowess was written in many a scar,
sorrow, But a ruddy-fac'd youth, with po arms save a And death's filmy harbinger dim the bright sling,
eyes; And a staff, and some stones at the foeman to When the lingering mortal sad sighs for the fling.
Ah! 'tis uncertain whether for him it will The giant advanc'd, and he brandish'd his spear, rise. And he scoff*d at the youth of so mean a com- Norwick, Feb. 2, 1821. RICARDUS.
peer, And he boasted he'd give to the vulture and The vile carcase that thus dar'd to menace
ON MAN. Bat the youth still approach'd him untainted What is Man?—while bere he lives, by fear,
To-day he's merry, and to-morrow grieves. For his confidence trusted nor buckler nor spear. To-day the scenes of human life
Exhibit happiness, to-morrow strife. He ran-slang a stone, and it whizz'd thro' To-day he wonders at some foe's advance, the air,
Or at the ocean's vast expanse ; And the giant's broad brow by his casque was
And like the Bee, to-day be roves, left bare,
By turns the garden, and the verdant groves;
615 Poetry: -Sonnet.—To a Young Lady.-A Poem. 616 Now be wanders o'er the plains,
To drive pale want and misery from the door, Now attends to music's strains,
Where wealth of mind has left the body poor : And stiti he gathers as he goes,
Here, parties no conflicting passions bring, From the wormwood and the rose.
For pity's altar is a sacred thing! Which ever way he turns to range,
Where angry feelings that maukind divide, The scenes of life still constant change; Charm'd by the seraph Charity, subside; At every change there's something new, And men, who differ in the world, agree Astonishes his narrow view.
In thy bless'd cause, divine humanity! Experience teaches him that bad and good,
Parer the good you never can impart, Follow each other down the flood,
Than to bring comfort to the sick at beart, Thus from the cradle to the grave,
Where talents, long neglected, droop the head, Impetuous rolls life's devious wave;
And slighted science toils for scanty bread: But when he once has past its shore,
Though heavy burdens press the labouring poor, The scenes of life shall change no more.
Far greater wants the letter'd world endure ! H. D. Wants, that avoid the glaring eye of day,
And, in the closet, on the vitals prey;.
For lofty minds endure the keenest pain,
Ere pride permits the victim to complain ; On the much lamented Death of WILLIAM COW- Scorning to ask relief, he seeks the gloom PER, Esq. Author of the Task, whose chaste That leads to frenzy, or an early tomb! and elegant production will ever be entitled to our admiration, while sublimity, imagination,
Dear is the child that milks the mother's
breast ! and pathos, are regarded as the characteristic
So dear is pity to the heart oppress'd! ornaments of poetic composition.
But when such pity to the scholar's given, By hands unseen, to shield bis earthly bed, 'Tis MANNA dropping from the stores of (Where weeping virtues o'er his cold turf bend, heaven! And mourn the early doom of their lov'd friend,) | And, like that succour from the ETERNAL Shall sweetest flow'rs of earliest bloom be THRONE, spread.
The blessing doubles, when the band's onThere shall the village maids and youths repair; known! There shall the kindred soul that loves to grieve,
Some have advanced opinions, that would dry Sull linger o'er his sylvan grove at eve, And weep his fate. The redbreast here shall The source of all your generous sympathy;
That learning wants no patron to succeed, bare
And works of genius always find their meedThe boary moss, and flow'rs to deck the clay, That shields from mould'ring dews the Poet's Did Milton reap the harvest of his pen?
Delusive thought-unworthy liberal meu ! breast, While pensive wand’ring thro' the moss-grown Or wealth reward the loyal
Did smiling comfort bless poor Otway's days? way
His king, who humour lov’d, and relish'd wit, At eve, the kindred Muse, in sable drest,
With pleasure quoted every line be writ, Breathes her sad dirges o'er his lifeless clay,
And while gay courtiers filld the sparkling And bymns, with sainted voice, his soul to rest.
Still was their mirth the wit of Hudibras !
All own’d his pen had serv'd the royal cause
When the sword fail'd to vindicate the laws; There's something awful in the word Adieu,
Yet Butler found, too oft the Poet's lot!
His verse remember'd, but himself forgot;
And while fame call'd a chaplet for his head, I wish it were not also thine.
His country's gratitude denied him bread. Yet there's a hope, a chance above, That we may meet again, my love.
That modern Genius gains both wealth and Blow soft, ye winds, and howl no more,
praise, But wast my friend to this safe shore;
We sometimes see, with pleasure, in our days; Where once again we may unite,
Such authors well deserve a laurel crown, In that soft peace and calm delight
Who owe their riches to their own renown; Which virtue feels, and guilt can never know, 'Gainst them no adverse Fortune can prevail, To peace a stranger, and to rest a foe.
Whose best Mæcenas is the public sale ;
E. BOURROUS. But let pot their success your aid restrain; Nottingham, July, 1820.
Wide is the cavern of distress and pain !
Distracted with his starving children's cries;
And sees the partner of his wretched hour For the 25th Anniversary of the Literary Fund, Droop by his side—the type of some fair at Freemason's Hall, May 10, 1821. Written Nipp'd in the Spring by unexpected frost, and recited by William Thomas Fitzgerald, Its beauty faded, and its odour lost! Esq.
While he, in bitter tears, completes the page This Board presents, to Contemplation's view, Destined to benefit a thankless age, « The Feast of Reason" and of Virtue too! Hope dies within him-like the last faint ray Where mirth prevails, unsullied by excess, That slowly lingers on expiring dayAnd pleasure's object is the power to bless! But not one gleam of comfort can impart Where all assemble for the noblest end To cheer the night that blackens round bis Genius, depress'd by Fortune, to befriend;
Such are the objeots, whom we wish to save When boundless Commerce shall new treaFrom misery's last retreat a timeless grave. sures yield, These to relieve the Royal Bounty flows, And the Loom prosper with the abundant field! Io streams perennial, to assuage their woes. While the Fourth GEORGE, as wide as bis Here Truth, and Justice, prompt the Muse to domain, bring
Extends the blessings of his Father's reign; Praise to our PATRON-Homage to our King! His sceptre honour'd, as his sword was fear'd; Whose feeling heart has always wish'd to dry In war triumphant! and in peace rever'd! The secret tear, that dims misfortane's eye; Who, with a polish'd taste, and liberal band,
* His Majesty, who is Patron of the Society, Spreads wide improvements throngh his native has for many years given £200 to the Literary land;
Fund, on the Anniversary.
REFLECTIONS ON DEISM.
Deism has urged against Christianity, Another Athens rising on his side!
none has appeared to me more entirely Arts cannot droop, nor Sciences despair,
destitute of foundation, than, that the When England's MONARCH makes iheir cause his care;
idea of the Deity which it presents is Nor Genius pine neglected, and alone,
unworthy of him. Her all-accomplished PATRON on the throne ! The Bible declares the Almighty to
be omniscient, omnipresent, wise, Hibernia's Bards who, oft in plaintive just, and merciful, the source of hap
charm'd the breast from every sense of piness, of truth, and of life; this then pain,
is a character pot unworthy of the Will strike the Harp, and loudest Prans sing, Governor of the universe. The docTo hail, on Irish ground, a British KING! trine of the omnipresence of God, Erin has never yet a Monarch seen,
alono, affords a strong presumption Who did not stain with blood her native green; of the truth of Christianity ; for how She never saw her Kings but stern in arms, Within her bosom spreading dire alarms !
was it possible, for a finite mind to They caine without one blessing in their hand; conceive the idea of a Being unconTheir swords, and not their sceptres, ruļd the fined by space, whose essence peneland;
trates the utmost boundary of creaAnd nothing mark'd their presence, or their tion, if indeed creation has a boun
reigns, But burning villages, and ravag'd plains !
dary; to whom the past and future are Their iron laws were grafted on their fears,
one eternal present; who controls the And all they left the peasant were his tears!
motion of worlds; whose will is the E'en great Elizabeth, at home ador'd!
sole cause of all existence; and whose Was only known to Erin by her sword;
being bas neither commencement, nor She sent no barbinger of grace and love :
termination? His beneficence has But hungry vultures for the peaceful dove.How different now!-when every heart and animated matter with life. Unceashand
ingly active, it accompanies the exerWill hail their Sovereign to Hibernia's land!cise of his power, and produces hapGrateful for all that GEORGE The Good had piness. Its operation is illimitable,
done, The debt they owed the Sire, they'll pay the nution or decay. In the endless con
and its perfection admits not of dimiSon. Our Sister Isle, that never saw before
nections and dependencies he has One King of England welcome on her shore, established, there is no disorder or Will greet her Monarch with that loyal zeal, confusion, all is unvarying regularity, Which Erin's gallant sons so deeply feel :
for wisdom and omnipotence have Of bonour jealous, none so soon extend
linked the chain which binds the The ready hand , to reconcile a friend; No secret enmity they ever know,
whole together. Such is a faint outWarm in their friendship-manly to their foe! line of the idea presented by the ScripAnd, as their gen'rous bosoms scorn all art, tures, of the Supreme Being. Is this The King they love they'll throne upon the then, I would ask, the picture of an heart.
imperfect, an inconsistent, or, as some Your Bard, who many a year prophetic have even dared to assert, of a capriprov'd,
cious and cruel Being ? Assuredly Add dwelt with ardour, on the themes he lov’d, not; it comprehends every excellence Would wish his country's blessings to re- which the human mind can conceive,
hearse, As once her triumphs in his patriot verse!
cxalted to infinity. With the intelAgain he ventures to foretell the day,
lectual faculties unimpaired, and the When present ills will pass, like mists, away; heart undepraved, man must believe No. 29.-Vol. III,
Reflections on Deisni.
there is a God. The arguments for clusion was reserved for the excluthis conviction are so multitudinous, sively enlightened inquirer of the that it would be impossible to state 19th century. them here, even if it were necessary. The enemy of Christianity is aware
After assenting to the belief in a that if he impugns its doctrines, and God, the next question which arises derides its moral obligations, he must is, What are his attributes ? And here, substitute a more perfect system in its unassisted reason, if she is candid, stead; for the folly of overthrowing will confess, that she is blind ;—that an institution which has served as a her utmost efforts cannot find out guiding star for ages, without an God;—that her most arduous exer- adequate substitute, is too grossly tions cannot find out the Almighty to palpable to require refutation. To perfection. In spite of all that has obviate this, he resorts to the very been written to prove the contrary, source he aflects to despise, and preChristianity, and Christianity only, tends to illumine mankind with rays hạs imparted to the modern infidel which have shed their brightest lustre, that light, which he impiously uses on regions from which he is a selfagainst the source which supplied it. banished exile. The only fair way to decide the ques- The Deist receives as an elementary tion is, to examine the opinions of principle of his religion, that truth, those nations not professing Chris- which has the whole human race for tianity. Ask the Mahommedan, or its witnesses, namely, that conscience the Hindoo ?-question the inhabitants passes judgment upon all our actions, of the arid desert of Africa, or the and either soothes us to complacency trackless wilds of America! Their by approving them, or goads us with answers will invariably be a tissue of remorse by condemning them. Now inconsistency, contradiction, and ab- if this sentence were never biassed by surdity. If we turn our eyes to the passion, partiality, or prejudice, its period antecedent to Christianity, the decisions would be infallibie, and we result obtained will be similar. might obey its mandates with the cer
To account for the fact, that the an- tain conviction, that we were fulfilling cient philosophers were unable to dis- the will of our Creator. But where is cover the attributes of God, it is as- the virtue that has not been degraded serted, that a decisive iinprovement into vice? where the vice that has not has taken place in the human mind, been deified into virtue? Whole nafrom the experienco and discoveries tions have united in renouncing the of a long course of years.- Now, most indispensable of all moral obligathough inventions have multiplied, tions-honesty ; it is true the example and science has advanced, proving that must be sought for in the uptutored the progress of intellect has been in savage; but let it be remembered, the many respects commensurate with original sense of rectitude was as the progress of ages, yet the works of strongly implanted in bis breast, as in God which are the only means by that of the polished and civilized which man can judge of his attributes, European; nay, it is recorded in the
ere as open to the examination of melancholy annals of human atrocity, the ancient pbilosopher as the modern that there are in existence, beings, sceptic. Time has wrought no change who regard the total annihilation of in them. It is true, that labour and the social compact, as a deed which continuous research have discovered the caprice of appetite will justify. the purposes of many of them pre- It will be said, perhaps, that viously unknown; but this does not Deism acknowledges the immortainvalidate the argument, it only im- lity of the soul; and therefore disparts confirmation to what was before claims the consequences I have imconjecture. The nature of the Su- puted to it. Whatever religion has preme Being was a subject to which the belief in the existence of a God thoy attacbed as much importance as for its foundation, must admit the imwe can possibly do; they employed mortality of the soul; for as man is their acutest reasoning faculties, in invested with the power of selfendeavouring to become acquainted destruction, if the material substance with it; faculties at least equal to which composes his frame, were not those of modern ages, and yet we animated by an immortal spirit, he say, that a just and satisfactory con- would possess the power of extin,