(BEING THE SIXTH OF A NEW SERIES.)

PART THE SECOND.

PRODESSE ET DELECTARE.

E PLURIBUS UNUM.

By SYLVANUS URBAN, Gent.

LONDON: Printed by NICHOLS, SON, and BENTLEY,
at Cicero's Head, Red Lion Passage, Fleet Street;

where LETTERS are particularly requested to be sent, Post-Paid.
And sold by J. HARRIS (Successor to Mrs. NEWBERY),
at the Corner of St. Paul's Church Yard, Ludgate Street. 1813.

TO SYLVANUS URBAN,

ON COMPLETING HIS LXXXIII VOLUME.

BY LORD THURLOW.

A HEALTH to SYLVANUS! if virtue we love,
If learning, if wisdom, our souls can approve;
To him, that has nourish'd our youth with delight,
And taught us in manhood to fight the good fight:
TO SYLVANUS a health,

Fair Fame, and sweet Wealth,

And long may he flourish, and long may he write!

A health to SYLVANUS! whose sentiments shine,
Like the Moon 'mid the circle of Planets divine;
Still faithful, still loyal, to Church and the King;
And that thought to his heart a true pleasure shall bring;
TO SYLVANUS a health,

Fair Fame, and sweet Wealth,

And may his old age be as kind as the Spring!

A health to SYLVANUS! The tempest is o'er,

And the Pilot has brought the BRITANNIA to shore;
Her flag with the Zephyrs sweet parley doth hold,
And she floats on the wave in an image of gold;
TO SYLVANUs a health,

Not

Fair Fame, and sweet Wealth,
one of her Crew is more loyal or bold!

A health to SYLVANUS! Let ENGLAND disclose
Deep-blushing, like Summer, her love-scented Rose ;
Let SCOTLAND with Thistles make poignant the cup;
And ERIN with Shamrocks; then let the brave sup;
To SYLVANUS a health,

Fair Fame, and sweet Wealth,
Were it deep as Oblivion, we 'd still drink it up!

A health to SYLVANUS! The cannons now play,
And, frequent as Morning, awaken the Day;
The cannons still thunder with joy, when the Sun
Goes down the Atlantick, his course being run:
TO SYLVANUS a health,

Fair Fame, and sweet Wealth,

Who so well can record what brave ENGLAND has done?

A health to SYLVANUS! and large be his 'span!
Happy man! happy England, who holds such a man!
Affectionate, faithful, and learned, and wise,
May his days, out of number, contented arise!
TO SYLVANUs a health,

Fair Fame, and sweet Wealth,

And then a soft slumber close gently his eyes!

While the Swallow shall fly in pursuit of the Spring,
While on Summer's brave front Philomela doth sing,
While the Cross of SAINT GEORGE in fresh victory flies,
And the cannons of ENGLAND delight the sweet skies;
TO SYLVANUS a health,

Fair Fame, and sweet Wealth,

So long we forget not SYLVANUS to prize!

December 31, 1813.

PREFACE

TO THE

SECOND PART OF THE EIGHTY-THIRD VOLUME.

"Nunc genus humanum positis sibi consulat armis,
Inque vicem gens omnis amet-pax missa per orbem
Ferrea belligeri compescat limina Jani."

AT length "the day-spring from on high" has displayed

a glow of returning splendour from the Political atmosphere, too long obscured by night and storm and tempest. At length the exulting Nations may encourage the cheering hopes, that they are no longer to bow under the iron rod of the Oppressor; no longer to see desolation spread over their fields, their paternal inheritance the prey of the Spoiler, their Children made to pass through the fire to the modern Moloch.

The sublimity of the passage, and the aptness of its application, may surely excuse the introduction of these emphatic lines of Sacred Writ:

"He saith, by the strength of my arm have I done it, and by my wisdom, for I am prudent: I have removed the bounds of the people, and have robbed their treasures, and I have put down the inhabitants like a valiant man. But, says the Lord, I will punish the stout heart of the King and the glory of his high looks."

The subject would soon exhaust the small portion which we are able to assign to this our Periodical Address: we will not, therefore, give entire vent to our feelings of triumph, at the Scenes which the last six months have unfolded. Briefly, however, do we congratulate our Countrymen upon a succession of Victories the most important, the most splendid, the most glorious that are found to adorn the page of History. Immensum aperitur opus: but to History must be left the wonderful detail. Let us be satisfied with the knowledge that Armies beyond all example numerous and powerful, who meditated the destruction of Empires, and the consolidation of one unbounded rule of Despotism, have been levelled with the dust, with no monumental record to mark the spot where they perished! - Let us be animated with the noble conviction-that in the depression of a Tyranny the most barbarous, the most ambitious, the most insatiable that ever was exercised, the valour, the perseverance, the patriotism of Britons have, by the acknowledgment of all the

world