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TO SYLVANUS URBAN, GENT.
ON COMPLETING HIS NINETIETH VOLUME.
LOUD roard the storm with fierce and Across the sea-green wave on Gallia's wild career,
land Wheu Time, revolving swift, renewed the The miscreant Louvel rear'd his murd'rous
hand. Deep fleecy snows o'erspread the frozen in Berri's side deep plung'd the deadly ground,
knife; And Desolation held her reign around. The blood fast spouting ends the Prince's But while such scenes, terrific, meet the
What shouts of indignation widely spread, Sylvanus strives fresh pleasures to sup. While Justice, stern, lopp'd off th' assasply.
sin's head. Tho' all the elements contend and rage, What splendid treasures glisten on his
But miscreants too pollute Britannia's
And Cato-street beheld their meetings vile: High on record, what fam'd events ap There Fiends assembled in a close divan, pear!
Foul treasons hatch, and horrid murders Within the circle of the deeting year.
plan: To taste the breath of Devon's tepid air, Arrested by the potent arm of State, Oa Sidmouth's banks; see Kent and suite
The halter closes their untimely fate. repair.
Who but delights to read Sylvanus' page, Mysterious sale a winged arrow sped, Recording teeds of this advent'rous age: Which mingled Edward with th' illustrious What time, that Party with a gallant train, dead.
Stemm'd the fierce torrents of the NorAnd while his breathless corse lamented
Than him no skilful Navigator yet, 0! grief on grief! bis Sire, our Monarch, Nearer the Pole, the gelid waters met. dies.
In Melville's Bay, obscur'd from Heaven's Nigh sixty annual rounds George bore the
Fast frozen, pass’d the Winter, with his
But famine, arm'd with every horror great, And gilds the gorgeous pageant with his
Porc'd the bold Chieftain homeward to ray.
retreat, The trumpets swell with animating sound, With trappings fraught, the coursers paw Of State affairs, the Muse forbears to the ground.
sing, Princes, and Knights, and Barons, bend Nor Councils at Troppau will forward bring.
Then, Urban! from thy vast and brilliant The sumptuous Heralds all their pomp
Of great events, will only note one more,
And should she e'er the British Sceptre
wield, Whose shouts and plaudits thro' the air May not her splendid name to Great Eliza's resound.
yield! The London citizens pour glad acclaims; While George the Fourth, the Garter King
Teversal Rectory, WILLIAM RAWLINS. proclaims.
Dec. 30, 1820.
The completion of another Volume calls upon us to acknowledge with thanks the support which we have received from our Correspondents; and a few words concerning our own exertions will not perhaps be deemed superfluous. The prominent character of our labours has hitherto been that of pleasantly announcing and stating matters in business, literature, taste, and on all other subjects ; in short, catching “the manners living as they rise :” and by this plan, we preserve and celebrate many things, which any other form of publication would fail to do. This we mention, because we sincerely believe that, were it not for the plan upon which we conduct our Publication, matters importantly connected with Science, abstracted from the grand concerns of Life, would meet with no notice whatever ; for instance, Philology, Heraldry, Topography, Biography, various Arts, and articles of Criticism and polite Literature, are thus preserved, without requiring that painful attention which Journals (however meritorious they may be) conducted upon the principle of copying foreign periodical Works, and thus giving Transactions of learned Societies,” by no means include.
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