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dale. Ah friend, go from Aeran brightly fair, with a clear note; top thou not, nor gollip; fear not becaufe of little Hunchback. A complaint of impeachment ferving ill-nature! My country and its bleffings are a prifon to me!-Soon thou wouldeft ftrip the buth when thou art bufied in fcattering leaves: no one will question thee, none will flop thee, nor ar rayed hoft, nor deputed hand, nor the blue blade, nor flood, nor rain: inadvertently thou wilt n the hindered by a mother's fon: fire will not burn thee; thou wilt not be weakened by deceit; drown thou wilt not, through lack of any warning; thou wilt not get entangled, for thou art without an angle; the fwift fteed is not wanted under thee, nor bridge over the ftream, nor boat; no catchpole will arreft thee, nor the power of a clan, in thy day of triumph, thou that winnoweft the feathered tops of trees. No eye can ken thee on thy vaft naked couch; a thousand hall hear thee, neft of the pouring rain; thou art God's bounty along the earth, thou roaring and irritating breaker of the top of the oak, thou fhouter, in the morn of day, on high; thou watter of the heap of chaff, gruff of voice! Thou comeft a tempeft on a calm of the fea; a fickle youth on the fand bank water: an eloquent and enticing thief art thou; the fcat ferer and heaper, of the fallen leaves. Thou pivileged impeller the water of the hill, thou ruthlefs lord of the firmament, that flyeft over the whole botom of the brine to the extremities of the world! Storm of the hill be above to night!

Wretched am I, that I fhould have placed my affection on Morvid, a gentle and fplendid maid! A nymph who made me a captive!-Run on high towards her father's houfe; knock the door, and caufe it to be opened, before the day appears, to receive my meffage; and find a way to her, if that can be, and utter the note of my figh. Thou that comeft from the far-extending figns, fay thus to my fincere and generous one" Whilft in the world I remain, I fhall be a faithful lover: and woe is to my face without her, if true that he is not unfaithful!" Go high!

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thou fhalt fee the fair one. Go low! choose a course, thou running element! Go to the yellow-haired Morvid.-Prof perous be thy return!-Farewell thou friendly gale!

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To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine.

SIR,

W

AR (fays an eminent writer) is fo bad a thing, that nothing but a mixture of religion can make it worfe." This, however, by no means appears to be the general opinion, and the union of the military and religious character is one of the most popular ideas of the time. Indeed it could fcarcely be otherwife, when we are engaged in a war, one great object of which is the fupport of religion of every fpecies againft atheifm and impiety; and when we have the happinefs to be connected with allies fo diftinguifhed for religious zeal. It is peculiarly edifying to be informed of the exemplary regularity observed by that humane and civilized body, the Ruffian foldiery, in the performance of their devotions. This, indeed, is not to be wondered at, fince the very robbers of that nation are equally punctilious in this refpect. We are told by a writer of credit, that a famous leader of banditti, whofe thirst for human blood was fuch, that he was accuftomed to tie his captives to a tree, and open their breafts while alive, in order that he might drink the vital fluid fresh and warm; on being asked by his confeffor, as he was led to execution, whether he had duely obferved the fafts and festivals of the church? was affronted with the queftion, and in his turn afked the priest whether he did not take him for a chriftian? Under the late confcientious emprefs Catherine, the Ruffian court-manifeftoes were remarkable beyond any in Europe for folemn appeals to the Deity; and it is to be prefumed that her fucceffor has not degenerated in this point. The accounts that have been published of the devo tional fpirit of the celebrated conqueror of Ifmael and Praga, cannot fail of giving high delight to thofe who regard him as the deftined reftorer of monarchy and catholicifm in France. As there is always fomething interefting in the parallels be tween great, men in different periods, I fhall beg leave to lay before your readers the sketch given by Brantome of an illuftrious commander of his time, alfo a diftinguished chief in a catholic league, the conftable of France, Anne de Montmorenci.

Every morning (fays the hiftorian) 4 A 2 whether

whether he was at home or in the army, on a march or in camp, he never neglected to recite and hear his paternofters." But it was a faying among the foldiers, "take care of the pater nofters of Monfieur the Conftable," for whilft he was muttering them over, he would throw in, by way of parenthefis, as the occafions of difcipline or war demanded, "Hang me that fellow on the next tree--pais me that other through the pikes--bring me hither that man and shoot him before my face-cut me in pieces all thofe rafcals who are fo audacious as to defend that freeple against the king-burn me that village-set fire

to all the country for a quarter of a league round" and all this he would do without the leaft interruption to his devotions, which he would have thought it a fin to defer to another hour, fo tender was his confcience!"

This I think an admirable picture of a foldier's devotion; and though it is not quite fuited to an Englith camp or quarterdeck, it would, I fuppofe, appear natural enough in a Ruffian field marthal, or a bafhaw of three-tails; whom we are now fo happy as to be entitled in fome measure to call our own. Your's, &c. N. N.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

A SCHOOL ECLOGUE.

EDWARD.

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WILLIAM.

Doubt not our turn will come fome future time,

Now, Harry, hear us twain contend in rhyme,
For yet thy horfes have not eat their hay,
And unconfum'd as yet th' allotted hour of
play,

HENRY.

*Then spout alternate, I confent to hear,
Let no falfe rhyme offend my critic ear;
But fay, what prizes fhall the victor hold?
I gueis your pockets are not lip'd with gold!

WILLIAM.

A fhip thefe hands have built, in ev'ry part
Carv'd, rigg'd, and painted, with the nicest art;
The ridgy fides are black with pitchy ftore,
From ftem to ftern 'tis twice ten inches o'er.
The lofty maft, a ftrait, fmooth hazel fram'd,
The tackling filk, the charming Sally nam'd;
And-but take heed left thou divulge the tale,
The lappet of my thirt fupply'd the fail;
An azure ribband for a pendant flies:
Now, if thy verfe excel, be this the prize.

EDWARD.

For me at home the careful houfwives make,
With plums and almonds rich, an ample cake.
Smooth is the top, a plain of fhining ice,
The Weft its fweetnefs gives, the Eaft its spice;
From foft Ionian ifles, well known to fame,

Ulyffes' once, the luicious currant came.

The green tranfparent citron Spain bestows, And from her golden groves the orange glows. So vaft the heaving mais, it fcarce has room Within th' oven's dark capacious womb; "Twill be confign'd to the next carrier's care, cannot yield it all-be hal: thy share.

WILLIAM.

Well does the gift thy liquorifh palate fuit, + I know who robb'd the orchard of its fruit. When all were wrapt in fleep, one early morn, While yet the dew-drop trembled on the thorn, I mark'd when o'er the quickiet hedge you leapt,

And, fly, beneath the goofeberry bushes crept;

Alternis dicetis.

+ Non ego, te vidi, Damonis

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-Tu poft carecta latebas.

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Does with ftern looks each playful loiterer greet,

Counts with his eye, and marks each vacant feat;

Intenfe, the buzzing murmur grows around, Loud, thro' the dome, the ufher's ftrokes re found.

Sneak off, and to your places flily steal,
Before the prowels of his arm you feel.

PARODY UPON GRAY's CELEBRATED
ODE OF "THE BARD."

BY THE HON. THOMAS ERSKINE.

[This Parody was written at Trinity College, Cambridge, near five and twenty years ago; and arofe from the circumftance of the Author's Barber coming too late to drefs him at his lodgings, at the shop of Mr. Jackson, an apothecary at Cambridge, where he lodged, till a vacancy in the College, by which he loft his dinner in the Hall: when, in imitation of the defpairing Bard, who prophecied the deftruction of King Edward's race, he poured forth his curfes upon the whole race of Barbers, predicting their ruin in the fimplicity of a future generation.]

THE BARBER.

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pride

Of Coe the Barber fcatter'd wild dismay,
As down the steep of Jackfon's flippery lane
He wound with puffing march his toilfome,
tardy, way.
II.

In a room where Cambridge town
Frowns o'er the kennels' itinking flood,
Rob'd in a flannel powd'ring gown,
With haggard eyes poor Erfkine ftood;
(Long his beard, and blouzy hair,

Stream'd like an old wig to the troubled air;)
And with clung guts, and face than razor thinner,

Swore the loud forrows of his dinner. Hark! how each ftriking clock and tolling bell,

With awful founds, the hour of eating tell! 'O'er thee, oh Coe! their dreaded notes they

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Bright perfamed M** has cropp'd his head:
Almacks! you moan in vain
Each youth whofe high toupee
Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-capt
head,

In humble Tyburn-top we fee;
Efplafh'd with dirt and fun-burnt face;
*Far on before the ladies mend their pace,
The Macaroni fneers, and will not fee.
Dear loft companions of the coxcomb's art,
Dear as a turkey to thefe famifh'd eyes,

Dear as the ruddy port which warms my heart,

Ye funk amidft the fainting Miffes' cries-
No more I weep-They do not fleep:
At yonder ball, a flovenly band,

I fee them fit; they linger yet,
Avengers of fair Nature's hand;
With me in dreadful refolution join,

TO CROP with one accord, and ftarve their curfed line.'

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And fpare the grinning barber's chuckle VII.

Rafcals! we tread thee under foot, "(Weave we the woof; the thread is spun); "Our beards we pull out by the root;

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(The web is woye; your work is done)." Stay, oh ftay! nor thus forlorn

Leave me uncurl'd, und inner'd, here to mourn.
Thro' the broad gate, that leads to College
Hall,

They melt, they fly, they vanish all.
But, oh! what happy fcenes of pure delight,
Slow moving on their fimple charms unroll!
Ye rapt'rous vifions! fpare my aching fight,
Ye unborn beauties croud not on my foul!
No more our long-loft Coventry we wail:
All hail, ye genuine forms; fair Nature's
iffue, hail!

VIII.

Not frizz'd and fritter'd, pinn'd and roll'd,
Sublime their artlefs locks they wear,
And gorgeous dames, and judges old,
Without their t tes and wigs appear;
In the midft a form divine,

Her drefs befpeaks the Penfylvanian line,
Her port demure, her grave, religious face,
Attemper'd fweet to virgin-grace.
What iylphs and fpirits wanton thro' the air
What crouds of little angels round her play!
Hear from thy fepulchre, great Penn! oh hear!
A fcene like this might animate thy clay.
Simplicity now foaring as fhe fings,

Waves in the eye of Heav'n her Quaker-colour'd wings.

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Like boys of the cathedral choir,
Curls, fuch as Adam wore, we wear,
Fach fimpler generation blooms more fair,
'Till all that's artificial expire,

Vain puppy boy! think 'it thou yon' effenc'd cloud,

Rais'd by thy puff, can vie with Nature's

hue?

To morrow fee the variegated croud

With ringlets fhining like the morning dew. Enough for me: with joy I fee

The different dooms our fates affign:

Be thine to love thy trade and starve; To wear what Heaven beftow'd be mine;' He faid, and headlong from the trap-ftairs' height,

Quick thro' the frozen street, he ran in shabby plight.

+ Coe's father, the blackfmith of Cambridge.

ANECDOTES

ANECDOTES OF EMINENT PERSONS.

REVOLUTIONARY ANECDOTES. [Interefting and Original Anecdotes of the French Revolution; to be continued in a regular feries from its commencement to the prefent period, and including its fecret biftory.]

MIACZINSKY.

all thote who perished upon the fcaffold,

rier's treachery, the man, who appeared to excite the ftrongest interest in the public mind, was Miaczinsky, ci devant Maréchal de Camp. He was a Pole by birth, and nephew to Prince Radzivil, well known by his long refidence at Paris. From his early youth he had ever fhewn himself ftrong attached to France. Appointed Grand Marthal of the confederacy formed in Poland against the Ruffians, and the King's party, he exhaufted his whole fortune, which amounted to feveral millions of livres, in the fupport of that affociation to which Louis XV. and the intrigues of the Duke de Choifeul had given birth. He beat the Ruffians, whom he detefted, feveral times; but his party being weakly fupported by the Court of Verfailies, which contented itfelf with fending a few French gentlemen to join him, Miaczinfky was at laft obliged to abandon his country. Taking refuge in France, he was foon reduced to the extreme of poverty, no part of the money he had advanced in the name of Louis XV. to fupport the confederacy being restored to him. At length, overwhelmed with debts, and perfecuted by his creditors, he retired to the Temple, at that time the facred afylum of infolvent debtors. After long folicitations, however, Vergennes, Minifter for Foreign Affairs, obtained for him a penfion of fix thousand livres, which, owing to the diftrefs of the times, was badly paid.

From that moment every fentiment of honour and delicacy appeared to be banished from his breast. He became a gamefter from defpair, and loft all those qualities which had diftinguished him at the age of twenty-five. When the Revolution brought on a rupture with Ruffia, he folicited and obtained fervice from the new government, with the hope of being employed against the Ruffians, and of reeftablishing his fortune; his old connexions with Dumourier confirming this hope, when that general obtained the chief command. The latter had been the spy of the Cabinet of Verfailles at Warfaw. It was to his order, and in the name of Louis XV. that Miaczimky had paid the money neceflary for the fupport of the

confederacy; and at the time of the firft National Affembly, Dumourier had backed one of his memorials, claiming an indemnification, upon condition of their sharing between them whatever fums he might be allowed. This condition, impofed by the French General, rendered Miaczinsky fecretly his enemy. It appears, however,

mourier, he was no ftranger to his treafonable plans; being, perhaps, either feduced by his ambition, or, in his quality of noble, an enemy to the popular party. Having undertaken to furprife Lille, he prefented himself at the gates of that city with five thousand men; but Dumourier's treachery was already known; and the commandant would only receive him attended by a small efcort. As foon as he was within the place, he was taken into cuftody, fent a prifoner to Paris, tried and condemned to die, as an accomplice of Dumourier.

Miaczinsky, during the whole course of his trial, conftantly denied that he had any knowledge of Dumourier's treachery, and perfitted in affirming that he had only prefented himself at the gates of Lille, in order

to deliver a letter to the Commandant.

So much intereft did he excite in the minds of the fpectators, and even of the judges who condemned him, that his execution was refpited. He per fhed at the age of forty-five, a victim at once of his unfortunate connexions, and of his own difpofition. He left two children, the miferable fruit of his marriage with a French woman, the daughter of a taylor. This woman, with whom he had become acquainted in Poland, and who had not always had reafon to be fatisfied with his conduct, lavished on him every mark of the tendereit affection to the Taft moment of his life. The

two children receive their education at the French Prytaneum, and, from their talents and behaviour, are already confidered as youths of the highest promise.

SECRET CAUSE OF THE ATROCITIES PRACTISED AT LYONS.

Oftentimes, in the thick gloom of a foreft, a whistle collects a band of robbers, who rufh upon the paffenger, ftrip, and murder him. This fignal for the commiffion of crimes is atrocious, but it only affects individuals. The annals of the French republic will have to record far more fatal whiftles, the found of which

*Whistling, not hiffing, is the theatrical expreffion of difcontent upon the Continent. The cat-calls there, are fimply whiftles.

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