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sent to our astonished view. Whe- every nation which strove for her own ther ever the pious Hervey visited advancement. In some kingdoms the this instructive scene or not, I cannot robust and uncorrupted feelings of tell, but I should think it highly cal-nature, would not permit the slightest culated to put in motion the mind and shrinking from the front of battle, and pen of such a rich and contemplative eternal disgrace awaited all those who genius. Could any of your numerous proved cowards in the dreadful day. readers, who are acquainted with the Such was the case with the Spartans; ancient and topographical history of all of whom, women as well as men, were that neighbourhood, throw any light accustomed to manly exercises, and upon the time, cause, &c. of this conceived nothing but manly purposes. "place of sculls and valley of dry After the battle of Leuctra, the parents bones," they would oblige, respected of those Spartans who fell in action, went to the temples to thank the gods sir, yours truly, that their sons had done their duty; while those, whose children survived that dreadful day, were overwhelmed with grief.

Gilstead, near Bingley, 9th June, 1821.

T. G.

ESSAY ON PATRIOTISM,-BY A. H.

If we would inquire the cause of this boldness in defence of one's country, we must naturally refer it to the extreme affection which men feel towards the place of their birth, and their anxiety to preserve it secure.

"Vel pace, vel bello clarum fieri licet." Sallust. ARNOLD de Winkelrid, the Swiss hero, perceiving, at the battle of Sempach, the difficulty of penetrating the Austrians, because the latter, armed cap-a-pie, having dismounted, formed a close battalion; conceived the noble design of sacrificing his own life, to give the advantage to his countrymen. My friends," said he to the Swiss, "I will this day give my life to procure you the victory; I only recommend to you my family follow me, and act in consequence of what you see me do." At these words he ranged them in the form of a cuneus, and placing himself at the point of the triangle, marched to the centre of the enemy; when, embracing between his arms as many of the enemy's pikes as he could compass, he threw himself to the ground, thus opening for his followers a passage to penetrate into the midst of this thick battalion. The Austrians, once broken, were conquered, as the weight of their armour then became fatal to them; and the Swiss obtained a complete victory. Vattel remarks, that this exploit would have deserved to be transmitted to posterity by the pen of a Livy. The esteem in which the Swiss hold the memory of this courageous individual, fully illustrates the observation, pulchrum est bene facere reipublicæ." In this example, that noble disinterestedness, so rarely found in very modern times, appears Cedant arma togæ, concedat laurea linguæ. to crown the possessor with immortal honour and well-earned glory. To pre-"There are," says Bacon, "counselserve this honourable and natural spirit lors and governors which may be held of patriotism, was an object with sufficient, negotiis pares, able to ma

Sed cum omnia ratione animoque lustraris, omnium societatem nulla est gravior, nulla carior, quam ea, quæ cum republica est unicuique nostrum. Cari sunt parentes, cari liberi, propinqui, familiares: sed omnes omnium caritates patria una complexa est: pro qua quis bonus dubitet mortem oppetere, si ei sit profuturus?" "Such is the patriot's boast; where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home." It is certain that those who thus sacrificed themselves, were always honoured by posterity, and held in high estimation. A festival was instituted among the Greeks in remembrance of their deceased heroes, which doubtless tended to increase in men's minds a thirst for fame, and sensations of attachment to their country.

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We come now to consider the merit of civil services, which promote the prosperity of a nation: the consideration of these will better suit Britons of the present day. War has happily disappeared, and the nation at present enjoys both foreign and domestic peace. He who succeeds in prospering the state in respect of its government, is certainly worthy of the greatest commendation. And, when comparing the merit of a skilful legislator, with that of a skilful general, I should

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nage affairs, and to keep them from pre- | Individual interest is often aimed at cipices and manifest inconveniences; under the mask of liberty, and people which, nevertheless, are far from the are deceived by appearances and outability to raise and amplify an estate ward professions: the generality opin power, means, and fortune." Now, pressed by a party, fly into the arms of "power, means, and fortune," do not the opposite one, only to discover the entirely depend on the external valour deceit. of a nation. The judgment of proper occasions for war, and the regulation of the most important business, depend on the "workmen" at home.

The internal state of the kingdom is in the management of those who are concerned in its government; to enact or propose to be enacted, salutary laws; to make great exertions in order to preserve peace already established; to crush evils in the bud; to save from "precipices," and to amplify the estate in "power, means, and fortune," are the peculiar cases which fall on the shoulders of governors. It is clear, that internal prosperity in itself, is more conducive to happiness than mere outward splendour; when evil commotions disturb the state, when "much poverty and much discontentment" dwell among the people, foreign enemies will take the utmost advantage of their situation. The man then who excels in regulating the nation in these particulars, thereby contributing to the prosperity of the state, both external and internal, is worthy of praise, and richly merits the approbation of the people. One of the greatest patriot kings that ever lived, was Alfred the Great; who delivered his people out of the greatest extremity from a foreign invasion, and afterwards regulated the internal policy of the kingdom in a manner calculated to ensure the happiness of his subjects. Solon, of ancient times, is a name of which no one is ignorant. He united prudence with zeal, and thereby rendered his fame more solid in the eyes of all wise men. His own declaration was," he gave his countrymen not the best of all possible laws, but the best they were capable of receiving."

All have given the name of patriots to such as have come forward to assert the liberties of their country, when endangered by its rulers. Such have doubtless great claim to merit, if they would not transgress proper limits. The feelings of many who would be called patriots, are rather too much expressive of that line,—

"Rebellion is my theme all day."

To the spirit of generosity which courts liberty, the English owe their happiness: if a shameful acquiescence in tyranny had suited the feelings of our ancestors, Magna Charta would never have been enacted and confirmed.

To conclude: Patriotism arises from a noble and natural attachment; it is that which alone forms good citizens; it is that which should be felt in the hearts of all orders of the state, from the heads of the nation, through the several gradations of men.

Poetry.

ODE

FOR THE CORONATION, 19th JULY, 1821. Recited at a Public Festival, held on that day in the town of Penzance, Cornwall; dedicated to all Loyal Subjects, and to the Inhabitants of that Town in particular.

"In those days there was no king in Israel :every man did that which was right in his own eyes."-JUDGES xvii. 6.

DIRE was their fate, when Israel's hosts
Forsook their God,-when thro' their wastes
The sons of Belial prowl'd;
Each ruthless ruffian deem'd his prize
Not widow's tears, or orphan cries,
"Whate'er seem'd good in his own eyes."
Nor feeble age,

Could aught assuage
The furious ire, that reckless scowl'd,
And hurl'd around the flaming brand:
Vice unrestrain'd,
For then no king rul'd the devoted land!!
With terror reign'd,
Terrific scene!-sach Gallia erst display'd,
When her fair streets but wak'd to deeds of
death:

When the fatal tocsin bell,

But echoed the demoniac yell
Of furies arm'd 'gainst every form of good :-
Of monsters thirsting for their country's blood!
Thrice happy Britain !-in those days of woe,
That shook Europa to her utmost bound,
Thy dauntless sons defy'd th' insulting foe,
And nobly rais'd the prostrate states around.
E'en then as in the days of peace
The shepherd tun'd his reed
To mirthful strains,
On happy plains;
From terror freed;

And only heard the din of war
In rumour's tales from regions far,
And mark'd with joy his flock's increase.

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Say whence of such great bliss the spring?-
From Heav'n's peculiar smile!
For then a much-lov'd patriot King
Reign'd o'er fair freedom's isle.

And when the Sire resign'd his sway,
Full of years and high renown,
And rose to wear a brighter crown
In realms of endless day;
His Royal Son, mature and tried,
Britannia's hope, his people's pride;
Assum'd the regal power;
And, at this auspicious hour,
Swears to uphold our country's cause,
Protect her liberties and laws
From secret guile, or open foes!-
Hark! the deep-mouth'd cannon's roar,
The trumpet's thrilling sound,
With myriads of glad voices raise,

In joyful shouts, that rend the skies; While Fame resounds from shore to shore, Our much-lov'd King is crown'd

They see the Monarch of these happy isles,

High on th' imperial Throne of State, 'Mid princes, nobles, chiefs of ancient name, And heroes bold, of deathless fame, And countless crowds with joy elate:~ 'Mid dazzling throngs, where beauty's bloom Mingles with the sparkling ray,

Golconda's costliest gems display;
Where fervid Afric's fairest plumes
Wave in Arabia's sweet perfames;
While all that nature, all that art bestows,
In one bright constellation glows;

And all their charms employ
To wrap the senses in delight;
Where wisdom, valour, grace, unite
The Regal Power with freedom's right,
Britannia's boast and joy.

But oh! what glorious visions high
Burst on the intellectual eye.

The spirits of the mighty dead,

By Edwards, Henrys, Brunswicks, led,
In radiant pomp descend!
Immortal names, to Britons dear,

That animate and teach

To guide the helm, or point the spear,
To fathom science, tune the lyre,
Inflame with patriotic fire

The souls whom noblest deeds inspire
To die and conquer too!

See among

The shining throng, Those chiefs of old, And warriors bold,

Who forc'd proud Gallia's kings to yield
In Agincourt and Cressy's field;---
With heroes fam'd from age to age,
Who shine in the historic page.—
To those who led the glorious war,
Triumphant died at Trafalgar,

Or bled at Waterloo!!!

These with celestial fervour glow,
With joy, such as immortals know,
Ecstatic and serene :-

They bend benignant o'er the scene,
Cloth'd in seraphic smiles,

Who 'erewhile on the watch were found,
As walls of fire encamping round

Our heav'n protected isles!

They joy to see the rage of war, With dark sedition, banish'd far, While peaceful joys prevail :

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They seem to bid our Sov'reign hail!
And shower the choicest blessings down
On him who wears the British Crown!-
On him who in the fearful strife,
Stay'd desolation's wasting tide,
The fury of presumptuous pride:-
Who wak'd to honour's call a prostrate world;
And from his tow'ring throne the tyrant hurl'd,
To beg a captive life.

'Tis great to guide the hostile shock of arms;
Godlike to calm Bellona's fierce alarms:
But richer praise,

His name shall raise,

Whose royal smile fair Science cheers;
Bids Learning's votaries dry their tears,
And banish all those trembling fears

That chill th' aspiring mind :-
Patron of arts, by him they raise,
To grasp the never-fading prize,
And charm at once and elevate mankind.

High and splendid is the throne,

Ön which our Sov'reign sits; Mighty chiefs his sceptre own,

Shields unnumber'd guard the crown, As well his state befits: But our much-lov'd Monarch fills A throne more proudly high; Bears a surer shield from ills, A sword for ever nigh. Whence the charm,

Or what the arm,

Which can such matchless power impart? "His shield, the laws that guard the land! "His sword, each Briton's ready hand! "His throne, each Briton's heart!"

Happy Britons, did we know,

How blest beyond compare!
Grateful thanks would ever flow,
From hearts where loyal feelings glow;
No equal rule is known below,

To that we Britons share.

And see throughout this mighty empire round, Stretch'd forth to earth's remotest bound, How all the universal throng,

The sacred temples crowd;
Praise ascends from ev'ry tongue,
Joy prolongs the grateful song,

And swells the anthem loud :-
Hark! shouts in quick succession rise
In adoration to the skies.-

Glory to thee, of kings the King!
Who hear'st a nation pray :
To thee we glad hosannahs bring,
To crown our festal day.-
O! deign our Sov'reign to protect,
And lengthen out his years;
In wisdom his commands direct,
His enemies subdue, correct,

And banish all his fears :-
Still may his happiness increase,
His years roll on in joy and peace :
Each day new blessings bring :-
Still on this favour'd nation smile,
Preserve and bless fair Freedom's isle!
God save our gracious King!!!!

B.

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ON AUTUMN.—By B. Hopkins. THE Sweets of spring no more the sense regales, Nor summer's glories captivate the eye; Nor balmy odours breathe along the vale, But sylphs and zephyrs droop their wings, and die.

The gaudy colour, emblem of the beau,

No longer now excites the florist's boast; High on the stem no mantling colours glow, Their leaves are wither'd, and their glory lost. The trees, that erst in verdant colours gay,

Afforded umbrage from the solar heat, Must now submit to autumn's powerful sway, And strew their fading honours at his feet. See all around one desolated scene,

'Tis now the faded, not the flowery lawn; Yet still the humble daisy smiles serene, Though Flora has the gayer tribes withdrawn. Short is the spring, and short the summer's hour, And short the time that fruitful autumn reigns; Bat tedious roll the days when winter's power Asserts its empire o'er our wasted plains. As swiftly wears our spring of life away;

As swiftly will our transient summers go; But, ah! when winter clouds our cheerless day, Again the vernal breezes never blow.

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The glories which encircle nature round, Become more bright by learning's splendid

rays; Unnumber'd works on every side are found, Which loud proclaimGod's sempiternal praise. The man with wisdom's penetrating eye,

Discovers beauties not by others seen; Praises the noble deeds which they decry; Sees not with their blind judgments, false and mean:

What men think good, they oft despise,what base, they screen.

April 24th, 1821.

MR. EDITOR.

SIR,-I should be glad to see a Translation of the following, from some of your Correspondents, preserving the Latin initials.

D. B. H.

IN JESUM CHRISTUM, SERVATOREM NOSTrum,
EX ORACULIS SIBYLLINIS, VALESIO
INTERPRETE.

Judicii in signum, tellus sudore madescet,
Et cœlo tunc Rex veniet per secla futurus,
S cilicet ut totam præsens dijudicet orbem.
V isurique Deum infidi sunt atque fideles,
Sublimem in carne humanà, sauctâque caterva,
Cinctum, completo qui tempore judicet omnes.
H orrida tunc tellus dumis sylvescet acutis,
R ejicient simulachra homines, aurique metalla.
Inferni portas facto simul impete rumpent
S qualentes manes, et purâ luce fruentur.
Tetros atque bonos judex tunc flamma pro-
babit.

Voce patens facinus, quod gessit quisque loquitur,

S ubdoláque humani pandentur pectoris antra. D entùm stridor erit, gemitusque et luctus ubique;

Et sol, astrorumque chorus, percurrere cœlum
I nsimul absistent, lunæ quoque flamma peribit.
Fundo cernentur valles consurgere ab imo.
In terris nihil excelsum spectare licebit,
Intactum rate stabit: adustaque fulmine tellus.
Latâque planities montes æquabit: et æquor
V nà deficiet flagrans cum fontibus amnis.
S tridula de cælo fundet tuba flebile carmen
Supremum exitium lamentans, fatáque mundi,
E t subito Stygium chaos apparebit hiatu :
V ndáque sulphureæ descendet ab æthere
Reges Divinum stabunt cuncti ante tribunal,

flammæ.

At cuncti in terris homines mirabile signum Tunc cernent oculis, sanctis optabile signum; O mnibus id justis vitæ est melioris origo, Rursus vesani dolor atque offensio mundi. Thelford, May 10, 1821.

VINDICATION OF LORD BYRON'S
POETRY,

Mr. EDITOR. SIR, I am well aware of the adage, "De gustibus non est disputandum,” and therefore I should not have troubled you with any remarks on G. M.'s defence of Wordsworth, if he had confined himself to his subject. But 3 F

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as he traverses out of the record," in order to traduce the greatest poet of the age, silence would be criminal, as it might be mistaken for approbation. When G. M. assures us that "the name of Byron is losing ground," hope has told him a flattering tale, but which is any thing rather than truc. If G. M. will inquire of his lordship's bookseller, Mr. Murray, he will find that the reverse of his assertion is the fact. The enormous sums paid for Lord Byron's productions, the high price at which they are sold, the eagerness with which they are bought, and the avidity and interest with which they are read, demonstrate, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that his muse is very highly estimated, and his poetry justly appreciated.

G. M.'s comparison of Lord Byron to "the fabled phoenix, kindling the flame that will consume him," is pretty; but unfortunately it has one trifling defect, it is not true. Surely G. M. knows that a comparison is no proof; and while facts are against him, his prediction of Lord Byron's declension resembles those of Baal's prophets,made only to be frustrated, and to recoil with ignominy on the seer. Admitting, however, that a dire eclipse should overspread the nations, and a worse than Gothic darkness return, so that even a Byron should feel a temporary obscuration, his muse would then (according to G. M.'s own comparison,) resemble the phoenix; but it would be to rise from its ashes in order to be viewed with yet greater rapture, and to be hailed with still

increasing delight.

For the brilliancy of Lord Byron's diction, for the corruscations of his genius, for the fire of his poetry, and occasionally for the flashes of his wit, as well as the mordacity of his sarcasm, his lordship has been justly termed by G. M's "master spirits of the times," the greatest poet of the present age, and of almost every other; and surely it is not in the power of any petty assailant to pluck the laurels from his

brow.

G. M. tells us that "much has been said to little purpose upon Wordsworth; and certainly G. M.'s letter forms an illustration of his remark, The character of Wordsworth was, some years ago, comprehensively summed up in the following line,

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and he has not belied the description. His mind, like the swallow, always sweeps the ground, and

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All who view the idiot in his glory," Conceive the Bard the hero of the story." Should G. M. again write in favour of "This mild apostate from poetic rule, Who chimes his childish verse,"

I would remind him, that it is possible to defend a hovel, without attempting to storm a castle; while, for his consolation, I would assure him, that, though Britain

"Feels a Homer's fire in Byron's strains,"

yet that Wordsworth will be read when Homer, and Virgil, and Byron, are forgotten-but not till then.

ARISTARCHUS.

ON ANGER.

MR. EDITOR,

remarks on Anger suitable for the In-
SIR, Should you deem the following
perial Magazine, your insertion of
them will oblige
Your obedient servant,
I. H-N.

London, August 9th, 1821.

ANGER is a passion of the most vioof the worst effects on the individual lent and irregular kind, and productive sions, when released from the control and on society. Like the other pasof reason, it is fierce and impetuous, disturbing the quiet of the soul, deranging those parts which ought to harmonize together, and introducing into it universal disorder and confusion.

does not always indicate so great a Although where it exists, it degree of mental depravity, as those feelings which are of a sterner and more vindictive nature, still, by a frequent submission to its impulses, within. It is a common remark, that it exerts a no less baneful influence the passionate man, inimical as he is in his social capacity, is still more an enemy to himself; for while he is inflicting pain on the breasts of others, he is doubly wounding his own. No one from whose mind right principles are not entirely obliterated, can give way to an irritable disposition, without at the very same time feeling uneasy; and subsequently, when the inward tumult has subsided, and reason resumes her proper position, being filled with shame and remorse.

"The simple Wordsworth, pretty-spoken youth; ductions to evil, the power of the Besides, as is the case with all se

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