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that took place in the Maries and Betties. Lucy, for example, became of importance when Lucinda; and Fanny, having appeared in sundry novels and plays, was admitted into the parlour, while Frances “ looked after the children." Theodosia would have shared the same honours, but for an obstinate propensity to become Doshy; and the Eleanor's might have been addressed in a very poetical style, if they had not occasionally submitted to be Nells.

.... Now, when the old names were thus purified or abolished, it was soon discovered that too few were left for family use, especially where families happened to be very numerous. A new set were therefore im ported, or invented, which will answer all purposes. I will mention a few of the most remarkable; as, Sophia, uncommonly sweet and pretty; Silvia, admirably calculated for a country life, and a prodigious addition to groves, nightingales, and purling streams, Arabella, which is a sort of pirated edition of Isabel; Priscilla, rather dangerous, as it is apt to become Priss, which does not rhyme very prettily; Matilda, very fine; Magdalenu, not very common, but exceedingly sentimental when Maddalena; Laura, highly poetical; An gelina, Flora, Euphemia, Amelia, Emilia, Diuna, Clementina, Camilla, Celia, Cecilia, all admirably adapted to lyrics, sonnets, and other methods of courtship, and all calculated for the coach, the chariot, or the curricle. Wilhelmina is not very common, and I can scarcely find in any genteel family Frudence or Patience. .

Louisa deservedly ranks amongst the first of our sentimental names, and a novel without a Louisa must,

I should suppose, be a' very insipid composition. I - will notice an improvement that has of late years taken

place in these new and melodious names, and that is their being joined in pairs, as Lauru-Matilda, Sophia Louisa, Matilda-Clementina.

I might now allude to the alterations of old, or the manufacture of new, names for my own sex. But our progress in the sentimentality of names has been but slow, and, like Falstaff, we ought to wish we knew where “a commodity of good names was to be bought:”. at present, those in most repute are our Edmunds, Charleses, and Frederics. The truth is, we have very few new ones to supply the place of the vast cargo of Bobs, and Toms, and Jacks which we have dismissed, or which we employ in the stable or the butler's pantry. Whoever arranges his family, and christens his children according to the canons of the circulating library, will always keep his Edmunds, Charleses, Frederics, and Henries in the parlour, while Tom is a footman, John is a coachman, and Humphrey goes to market with eggs and butter. There is, however, a great dearth amongst us, and we are frequently obliged 'to pair our names, as Charles-Frederic, William-Ilenry, &c in order to get a little eclat. Augustus, too, has

been pressed into the service with some advantage; 3 but still, I must confess, we have among us names as

nauseous as Barnaby Brittle, or Napper Tundy.
' I shall conclude with observing, that a taste for new
nomenclatures is growing among us. There is a new
angtomical nomenclature: whether bones, and arteries,
and muscles will be the better for this, I know not.
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Written by a British Fair, doomed to live far from her

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" And now, by Mem’ry's soft enchantment led,

Britannia ! o'er thy peaceful plains I tread.
Near the green confines of my natal dale,
Emotions fond with pleasing sway prevail;
Imagination, through the reign of night,
Soft leads where Nature first illum'd my sight.”

T. BATCHELOR.
Dear, native Britain, can I e'er forget

Thy fertile pastures, verdant through the year! Thy smiling landscape must I not regrèt,

Thy cherish'd borders ever, ever dear?

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Scar'd by the sun of this too-southern coast,

For thy soft summer frequently I sigh, Chilld by its long and unrelenting frost*,

How do I covet thy oft-varying sky!

Mild glows thy sun, a timid virgin's blush,

The toiling traveller can thy heats abide; No storms impetuous thy fair harvests crush,

And scatter dearth and desolation widet.

The hind, laborious, gaily binds his sheaf,
· The long, oppressive day content to bear;
For ev’ning comes, with regular relief,

Nor fills with pois'nous insects all the air."

The gaunt wolf prowling through the shades of night,

Thy tranquil folds have never learnt to fear; Dread howlings echo'd from the mountain's height,

Fall not at eve upon the wounded ear.

* Contrary to the received opinion, it may be asserted with truth, that the winters in France, except altogether in the southern latitudes, are severer, though shorter, than with us; it generally freezes more intensely, and with less interruption.

† Another unpleasant thing in the climate of France is, the hail storms to which, in summer, it is so exposed, and which usually lay a whole tract of country waste. A gentleman, who was of the late unfortunate French monarch's body. guard, relates, that he was hunting with him once in the forest of Fontainbleau, when they were surprised by so tremendous a hail storm, that a stone, which was brought to the king, at a farm house where he had taken shelter, being weighed by his order, was found to weigh above five pounds. This storm cut off a number of trees in the forest, killed men and horses, and did immense damage to the adjacent country.

The mild west, temp'ring every ruder gale,

O'er man and brute with softest influence reigns, In the same tender mould their tempers cast,

Peaceful thy cities, populous thy plains.

Nor gentleness than beauty less their pride,

Thy gen'rous coursers feeble hands restrain; And ductile to the fair or infant guide,

Turn to the bit, and yield them to the rein*.

Oh! what are golden fruits and roseat bow'rs,

When the heart sickens and enjoyments cease? Oh! what are clamorous mirth, the gayest hours,

Compar'd with comfort and domestic peace?

Give me again to hail my native shore,

These vaunted climates cheerful I resign: Oh, Albion! might I greet thy cliffs once more,

What were a monarch's happiness to mine!

* The extraordinary gentleness of the animals in this country, is a fact that strikes the observation of all foreigners, pare ticularly the French. They are astonished to see, what is so usual here, that no one thinks of remarking it, a fine, showy nag

standing with his bridle upon his neck, waiting contentedly - the return of his master from the post-office, perhaps, or some

other place of business, in a market town, never offering to move till he feels him on his back, then pricking up his ears, and displaying as much mettle and willingness to go, as he lately had shown patience and docility to stand still. They could not venture to leave a French horse in this manner, sur sa bonne foi, as they call it.

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