sibility of raising new taxes-the danger of perishing by famine, or falling by the sword-squandered resourcessullied fame and above all, the balance of power! fire and fury for the balance of power! neglected or misunderstood by a blind and bungling administration, who doubtless might have been illuminated, had they solicited light from the Edinburgh Reviewers, not in the form of that most obnoxious instrument, a treasury warrant, which would have been spurned at, but in forma pauperis, as best befitting them. Of all this dread catalogue of ills past, present, and to come, I am afraid the bulk of our countrymen have no adequate conceptionbuoyed up by the issue of a few skirmishes in the Peninsula which have been magnified into victories-by the chance-medley business of Waterlooby the restoration of three or four legitimate, mark that, legitimate crowns by the acquisition, at the peace, of certain cumbersome territories in Europe, Asia, Africa, and America-by the blockhead Wellington being selected to command the allied armyand by our mean turnkey triumph over a mighty but unfortunate monarch, "The greatest man that ever was or ever will be quite a jewel of a man,” They rashly consider the nation as standing on a higher pinnacle of re nown than it ever attained in former times; whereas, were these unfortu nates capable of a moment's considera tion, and would they carefully read the Edinburgh Review, they could not fail to contemplate with horror the yawning gulf that is ready to devour them. One ray of comfort, however, has been kindly emitted by Mr Review, for it would seem that the conduct of a certain individual in the affair of Lavalette, has not only exalted his own character, but that of the British nation, in the eyes of all Europe. Here, along with a crumb of comfort, we have a display of the true art of damp ing; and it will doubtless have a salutary effect in subduing the pride and spirit of this once mighty nation, to have it established, that her degrada tion was sealed, unless it had been redeemed by Major-General Sir Robert Wilson. Yet this saviour of his country's fame has, O shame! been hunt ed by the whole pack of treasury minions. The underlings of underlings, and all the ministerial toolsbitter words these have opened in full cry against the hero whose generous gallantry has redeemed the character of the Queen of the Ocean, merely because he had doubted the doctrines of legitimacy, and was an enemy to arbitrary power. How much are we indebted to Sir Robert Wilson, and how much more to Mr Review, for informing us of our high obligation, of which it is possible we might otherwise have remained an ignorant people. I shall conclude with a proposal, which I hope will not be disagreeable to conversational dampers, that when any observation is made, with the obvious intention of correcting superabundant pride, or vanity, or even the excess of good humour and contentment (for every excess requires correction), some person in the company shall call out with an audible voice, A Damper, by which means the notice of all present will be immediately directed to the benevolent individual, thereby obtaining for him that tribute of respect to which he is so well entitled, and which I am positively determined, such amiable, useful, and well bred persons shall always receive from AN OLD FELLOW. P. S.-Being desirous of saving my friends unnecessary trouble, I hereby intimate to the fraternity of dampers, that when they meet with turtle and champagne at a friend's table, it is unnecessary for them to remark, that calf's head and perry are much better things, the observation having been often hazarded, but without the desired effect. THE BATTLE OF SEMPACH. SIR, THE verses enclosed are a literal translation of an ancient Swiss ballad upon the battle of Sempach, fought 9th July 1386, the victory by which the Swiss cantons established their independence. The author, Albert Tchudi, denominated the Souter, from his profession of a shoemaker, was a citizen of Lucerne, esteem- Not alone he nursed the poet's flame, steel. The circumstance of their being written by a poet returning from the well-fought field he describes, and in which his country's fortune was secured, may confer on Tchudi's verses an interest which they are not entitled to claim from their poetical merit. But ballad poetry, the more literally it is translated, the more it loses its simplicity, without acquiring either grace or strength; and therefore some part of the faults of the verses must be imputed to the translator's feeling it a duty to keep as closely as possible to his original. The various puns, rude attempts at pleasantry, and disproportioned episodes, must be set down to Tchudi's account, or to the taste of his age. The military antiquary will derive some amusement from the minute particulars which the martial poet has recorded. The mode in which the Austrian men-at-arms received the charge of the Swiss, was by forming a phalanx, which they defended with their long lances. The gallant Winkelried, who sacrificed his own life by rushing among the spears, clasping in his arms as many as he could grasp, and thus opening a gap in these iron battalions, is celebrated in Swiss history. When fairly mingled together, the unwieldy length of their weapons, and cumbrous weight of their defensive armour, rendered the Austrian gentry a very unequal match for the light-armed mountaineers. The victories obtained by the Swiss over the German men-at-arms, hitherto deemed as formidable on foot as on horseback, led to important changes in the art of war. The poet describes the Austrian knights and squires as cutting the peaks from their boots ere they could act upon foot, in allusion to an inconvenient piece of foppery, often mentioned in the middle ages. Leopold III. Archduke of Austria, called "The handsome man-at-arms," was slain in the battle of Sempach, with the flower of his chivalry. VOL. II. The Austrian nobles made their vow, With clarion loud, and banner proud, "I rede ye, shrive you of your sins, May send your souls to wo." "Yon little band of brethren true "O Hare-castle,+ thou heart of hare!" There was lacing then of helmets bright, The Austrian Lion* 'gan to growl, And ball, and shaft, and cross-bow bolt, Lance, pike, and halberd, mingled there, The Austrian men-at-arms stood fast, "I have a virtuous wife at home, I leave them to my country's care, These nobles lay their spears right thick, Yet shall my charge their order break, He rushed against the Austrian band, And with his body, breast, and hand, Four lances splintered on his crest, This patriot's self-devoted deed, Right where his charge had made a lane, His valiant comrades burst, With sword, and axe, and partizan, The daunted lion 'gan to whine, The mountain bull+, he bent his brows, with small chains. When they alighted to fight upon foot, it would seem that the Austrian gentlemen found it necessary to cut off these peaks, that they might move with the necessary activity. * A pun on the Archduke's name, Leopold. A pun on the Unus, or wild bull, which gives name to the canton of Uri, Then lost was banner, spear, and shield, At Sempach in the flight, The cloister vaults at Konig's field It was the Archduke Leopold, But he came against the Switzer churls, The heifer said unto the bull, An Austrian noble left the stour, He and his squire a fisher call'd, Their anxious call the fisher heard, And while against the tide and wind The fisher's back was to them turn'd, Hans saw his shadow in the lake, He 'whelm'd the boat, and as they strove, "Now, drink ye deep my gentle sirs, You'll ne'er stab boatman more. "Two gilded fishes in the lake This morning have I caught, Their silver scales may much avail, It was a messenger of woe Has sought the Austrian land; "At Sempach, on the battle field, Now would you know the minstrel wight, A merry man was he, I wot, THE PASSION. [From the Old Spanish.] EARTH and Heaven bewailing, It was an hour of grieving, It is a thought for gazing eyes, Mary, mother, humbly kneeling, What joy is mingled with thy fears, While Golgotha's dry dust doth drink Jesu's blood and Mary's tears! LINES, From the German of the late Prince Louis of Prussia. THE soul that inwardly is fed On solemn thoughts of sorrow bred, On aspirations pure and high, On wishes, that in breathing die, Like morning webs of gossamere, The mysterious hours that cheer, But when the day shines disappear The soul, that in its serious mood O'er melancholy dreams doth brood, And nourisheth the lonely eye With wells of untold miseryThe soul that, were it open laid, Would make the boldest heart afraid To think that woes so dark can rest Within a human brother's breastO how can such a spirit be Concealed beneath a mask of glee? A soul so stately, sad, and pure, How can it such a mien endure, Light, careless, airy, and secure? Alas! go ask why flowers unfold Their glories o'er the grave's black mould. Go ask, why the dark sea reflects The sky's bright beams and purple specks. Go ask, why man received so strange a birth, So near to heaven, and yet so bound to earth. A. W. S. ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF AN IDIOT GIRL. (By a Lady.) WHO, helpless, hopeless being, who Honour, and wealth, and learning's store, But a blank stone best stories thee, A casket gemless! yet for thee Yes, it shall paint thy hapless form, With vacant, artless smile thou bor'st Though language was forbid to trace Yet unto ev'ry human form And o'er the mutilated page, And many a truant boy would seek, And every guileless heart would love Thy primal joy was still to be Oh, Nature, wheresoe'er thou art, Poor guileless thing! Thee eighteen years For many a watching eye of love Poor guileless thing! forgot by man, For what a burst of mind shall be, Oh! could thy spirit teach us now, Yes, they might learn who waste their time, Whoe'er thou art, go seek her grave, ""Tis not the measure of thy powers REMARKS ON THE LIVERPOOL ROYAL INSTITUTION, AND MR ROSCOE'S DISCOURSE. NOTHING, we will venture to say, could be farther from the intention of Mr Roscoe, and nothing, we are quite certain, can be farther from ours, than to underrate in any way the two English universities. We are partial to our own system of education, but we have no disrespect for that of our neighbours. We venerate their noble institutions for preserving alive among their youth those branches of ancient and abstruse learning, from which all the master-spirits of England have derived their earliest and best nourishment, by which the genius of our Lockes and our Newtons has been A Discourse delivered on the opening of the Liverpool Royal Institution, 25th November, 1817. By William Roscoe, Esq. 4to. 5s. Liverpool, 1817. strengthened, and that of our Miltons, our Barrows, and our Johnsons, has been enriched and refined. Yet we think that no intelligent foreigner, in the present day, will question the justice of our opinion, that the position of these illustrious seminaries is exceedingly unfortunate; in little country towns, namely, where the teachers and the taught are obliged to converse entirely among themselves,where tutors and professors have no opportunities of mingling freely with men engaged in the active pursuits of professional, mercantile, and political ambition,-where the young men are withdrawn altogether out of the humanizing sphere of female society,where, in short, many of the worst abuses of monastic life are still kept alive with the most unremitting devotion. But the great expense attending academical education in England (exceeding, in an enormous proportion, what is known in any other country) is perhaps the weightiest of all our objections to Oxford and Cambridge in their present state. We believe that things are not quite so bad as they used to be; but still the mode of life generally adopted in the English colleges is extravagant beyond all pardonable limit; and this circumstance, particularly in the remoter counties of Wales and the north, has long been felt by most parents as an insurmountable obstacle to giving their sons an university education. A few years ago, an attempt was made by the bench of bishops to refuse orders to all persons unprovided with degrees; but in the districts to which we have alluded, it was soon found that the measure was impracticable, and by far the greater proportion of the clergymen in those quarters are actually, at this moment, persons who never received any academical education at all. The effect of this is, of course, extremely hurtful to these parts of the country, and is so considered by all those who are best acquainted with their interests. The present excellent bishop of St David's, Dr Burgess, has been engaged, ever since his accession to that diocese, in arranging plans for the establishment of a seminary which may supply the inhabitants of Wales with the opportunity of educating their children in their own province; and we rejoice to learn that his enlightened |