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We may say fearlessly, that this is a discovery of greater practicable importance than obtaining a footing on the Pole-or than many of the steps towards the discovery of he longitude, for which large sums have been paid, and arge sums are still annually expending;-and that it ould do honour to the present Lord High Admiral of ngland, if he would immediately order the experiment > be tried on some unemployed ship of his Majesty's avy, and bestow on Mr. Watson the reward which the it of such an experiment should prove him really to

eserve.

Scientific Notices. mprehending Notices of new Discoveries or Improve nents in Science or Art; including, occasionally, ular Medical Cases; Astronomical, Mechanical, Phi: sophical, Botanical, Meteorological, and Mineralogical henomena, or singular Facts in Natural History; Jegetation, &c.; Antiquities, &c.

ETCHES OF THE ELEMENTS OF NATURAL

PHILOSOPHY,

tapanied with Sketches of a New Theory of the Earth.

By J. L. E. W. SHECUT.-Charleston, 1826.

Mr. Webster has ascertained upwards of 80 species, and
varieties of marine shells, madrepores, sponges, and nu-
merous unknown zoophytic remains.

Biographical Notices.

THE LATE SIR NEIL CAMPBELL.

must rise by his merit."

In North America, the remains of marine animals, in the soil and rocks adjacent to the lakes, are numerous. The following particulars of the public life of the late They abound in the greater part of the distance from Lake Governor-in-Chief will be read at this moment with inErie, through the counties of Niagara, Gennessee, Ontario, terest: His Excellency commenced his career in the Seneca, Cayuga Onondago. They exist, too, in the coun- 6th West India Regiment, to which he was appointed ties of Lewis, Jefferson, St. Lawrence, Madison, Essex, Ensign on the 2d of April, 1797, and was soon after proOneida, Montgomery, Washington, Chenango, and vamoted to a Lieutenancy in the 57th regiment. After servrious others. The rocky stratum in the county of Ontario,ing three years in the West Indies, he returned to England. is filled with organic remains; these are mostly madre- and in 1801 obtained a company in the 95th regiment of pores of fantastic forms, differing from any at present Foot. About this time his abilities began to attract the found growing in the ocean. Along the Illinois, in its notice of his superior officers, and after having been some whole course from Chicago, near Lake Michigan, to the time at the Military College, he was appointed AssistantMississippi, organic remains of molluscas, and other un- Quarter-master-General to the Southern District, in which sin-known animals, are contained in the flinty masses, as he remained until promoted to a Majority in the 43d reginoticed by that enterprising officer, Major Long, of the ment, in January, 1805; from which he was afterwards corps of Engineers. In the limestone around St. Louis, removed to the 54th Foot. In August, 1806, he was ap and down the Mississippi to St. Genevieve, and beyond, pointed Deputy- Adjutant-General to the Forces in the abundance of shells and madrepores have been found. Windward and Leeward Islands, with the rank of Lieut.Dr. Drake has detected similar organic remains in the Colonel. He served in the several expeditions against limestone surrounding Cincinnati; they consist of various Martinique, Guadaloupe, &c. in 1809-10.-The following species of marine shells, madrepores, and tubipores. In extract from Major-General Maitland's despatch, dated the rocky masses near Kingsbury, in the state of New York, April 18, 1809, will show how highly Lieutenant-Colonel in Cherry Valley, at Heleberg, in Coeyman's Patent, and Campbell's services were appreciated: Lieut..Colonel the region watered by the Walkill, the quarries of King-Campbell has been always forward; he is an officer who ston, and various other places in the state, peculiar mad. repores, corallines, and numerous species of marine shells, are abundant.-(Mitchill.) long known to exist in South Carolina; they are of a cirAn extensive stratum of fossil oyster shells has been cular form, and of a diameter of seven or eight inches; they are thick and heavy, dissimilar from any shells which are found on our sea shores. They extend from Nelson's Ferry, in the upper part of the district of Charleston, in a south-westwardly course nearly parallel with the sea, towards the Three Runs on Savannah River, and are probably connected with those which Mr. Bartram describes as being fifteen miles below Silver Bluff, on the Georgia side.-Drayton, Ramsay.) Various strata of marine shells have been found in digging wells, &c. in the district of Charleston. In some places, strata of shells, so agglutinated with marl and sand as to appear like stone, have been discovered at a depth of fifteen feet below the surface of the earth. In Mr. Longstreet's experiment, that of boring for water, on a lot in Archdale-street, marine shells were discovered at a depth of 17 feet below the surface; and again, another stratum at a depth of 49 feet! (Ramsay.) On boring for water on the square partly occupied by the Poor-House, the commissioners discovered a stratum of marine shells between 18 and 20 feet below the surface; again, another stratum 35 feet; a third stra tum 43 to 46 feet below the surface; and lastly, at the amazing depth of 314 feet 3 inches to 317 feet 2 inches, a stratum of shells, marl, sand, and clay, and some thick solid marine shells broken.-(Moser.)

is is an interesting production, although it is chiefly tpiled from other works. The writer has been great pains to collect materials for his purpose, I he has brought together a valuable accumulaa of facts. We shall select a few chapters or sages, which we are confident will interest our

iders.

Remains.

'roofs of the Universality of certain Fossil Organic a

he rocks of Judea are, in many places, covered with chalky substance, in which is enclosed a great variety tells and corals. The greatest part of Mount Carmel, those of Jerusalem and Bethlehem, are overspread with ite chalky stratum. In Mount Carmel are gathered My stones, which, being in the form of olives, melons, bes, and other fruit, are imposed upon pilgrims, not :fas those fruits petrified, but as antidotes against several es-Maundrel.)

he mountains and quarries of Europe afford numerous imens of primitive petrifactions of the first class. Fitzerland is remarkable for the petrifactions contained fer mountains, and repositories; petrified fish, of tus kinds, are found imbedded in them. Mount Pein Lucerne, supports an entire rock of petrified shells ceanic origin. There are rocks of this kind in all the mountains on continents, in the Pyrenean mountains, those of China and Peru. We find the same distion in all countries where there are high mountains, gh they are more remarkable in some parts than in We almost everywhere find upon the declivities wuntains, sea shells, madrepores, and corals petrified, still adhering to the rocks. The mountains of Pisa in botany, are covered with oyster shells to an extent of two ree miles. Fueille describes the mountains of Peru resenting the same phenomenon, which has been also wered in the country of the Acaoukas of Mississippi, miles from the sea shore. In France, about 60 leagues Bourdeaux, in the parish of St. Croix du Mont, there atratum of stone covered by a bed of oyster shells ty or twenty-five feet thick, and extending upwards

sea shells.

The state of Georgia is said to be very rich in rare fossil "On the south bank of Savannah River, near the place called White Bluff, about a hundred miles on a straight line from the sea shore, the shell banks make their first appearance, and run a course south-west. These shells occur in different parts of the ridge of the land in which they are imbedded, to a distance of forty miles. Accord ing to General Merriweather, not only the oyster shell is found, but clam shells, and a scalloped shell nearly similar to the clam. The General thinks that he has seen some of them large enough to contain the foot of a common man. At some distance above this ridge, there are several quarries of a kind of siliceous stone, which has a number of all kinds of shells intermingled and dispersed through it; these are petrified and hard as flint, are wrought into mill stones, and are considered as a good substitue for French Bation of stone five or six feet thick. In this, the inha- found many echinites of a flat form, rather larger than a this have hewn out a chapel 15 feet high, in which they Spanish dollar; they are converted into flint, and are a brate mass. The shells are united in the bank by a sand, species of the scutella family. Ellicot's Journal contains th, being mixed and petrified with them, at present accounts of the limestone rocks and fossils of the Apalaas but one common rock. About half a league from chy, Chatahouche and Flint Rivers. It is composed, in ankfort, on the other side of the Main, there is a moun- many places, of broken shells, and filled with petrifactions. called Saxenhausen, whence stones are dug; the In Alabama, on the Tombigbee River, fossil shells of joe substance of which is composed of small petrified bivalve molluscas, of sea urchins and radiary animals, are s; they are united by a fine sand, which forms a very found; and fifteen or twenty feet below the surface, is a stone, of which the strong walls of that beautiful city stratum where wood is found, of different kinds, partly debuilt. At Vaquine, a small town in Provence, we find cayed. Again, beneath this and a concomitant body of her mountain full of sea shells and large oysters, some clay and linestone, is a substance resembling the grass of hich are still alive. The fields adjacent to Havre de the margin of the ocean, accompanied by numberless mae are full of oyster shells, which are also to be metrine shells.-(Mitchill.) in a great many parts of France - De Mallet.)

The following observation also, which occurs in a dewarmly: Lieut.-Colonel Campbell merits my warmest spatch from Major-General Harcourt to Sir G. Beckwith on the capture of Guadaloupe, in 1810, speaks more acknowledgments for his zealous services, which have been unremitting; and particularly for his exertions and able assistance in the affair of the 3d."-Lieut.-Colonel Campbell having returned to England in 1810, proceeded to the Peninsula, then the seat of war, having previously resigned his situation as Deputy-Adjutant-General in the West Indies. In April, 1811, he was appointed Colonel of the 16th Portuguese Infantry, and was engaged in the military operations of that period, particularly at the sieges of Ciudad Rodrigo, Badajos, Burgos, and at the battle of Salamanca. On these occasions the Duke of Wellington made honourable mention of his name, in his despatches of the 20th January and 21st September, 1812. On the retreat of the British army, in 1813. Colonel Campbell, in consequence of severe illness, returned to England. In February, 1813, he joined Earl Catheart, at the head-quarters of the Emperor of Russia, in Poland. Here he was employed, along with Sir Robert Wilson and Colonel Howe, in reporting on the force and military operations of the different corps of the Russian army. His eminent services while in this station are known to all Europe. On the 24th March, 1814, he was severely wounded at Fere Champenoise, as appears from the following despatch from Lord Burghersh, dated March 26th, 1814:-" It is with the greatest regret that I have to announce to your Lordship that Colonel Campbell was yesterday most severely wounded by a Cossack. Colonel Compbell, continuing that gallant distinguished course which has ever marked his military career, had charged with the first cavalry which penetrated the French masses. The Cossacks, who canue to support this cavalry, mistook him for a French officer, and struck him to the ground. -In June, 1814, he was gazetted Colonel of the British army, and subsequently received five different orders from the crowned heads of Europe, and Knighthood from his own sovereign. After the campaign of 1815, in which he was found at his post, Colonel Campbell retired to private life, covered with honours. On the 27th of May, 1825, Colonel Campbell was appointed a Major-General; and on the 18th of April, 1826, on the lamented demise of General Turner being known, was commissioned as Goon the 22d of August following.

handred fathoms, and is again covered by another burrs. In a spring near the high soals of Apalachy, are vernor-in-Chief of Sierra Leone. He arrived at the Cojony

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gnon by M. De France. In the south of England, tioned in the preceding paragragh.

the environs of Paris, numerous deposits of marine

ls have been discovered by Cuvier, Brongniart, and at

(To be continued.)

5th, Very stormy during the night.

6th,-Quarter-past three p.m. very stormy, hail, and rain, 8th,-Severe gale during night, with heavy rain.

Poetry.

TO THE YEAR 1827.

Ah! speed thee on, departing year.
Nor stay thy chariot wheels;
For transient all we cling to here,

And lengthened time but steals
Affection's dearest, one by one,
Till earth's most lov'd, and loveliest gone,
The world, beheld but through our tears,
A wintry waste, unblest, appears.

Ah! speed thee on; the power, if mine,
I would not bid thee stay:

Ah! speed thee on; and though be thine
A rude and briery way,

Yet is a light around thee spread,
A chastened radiance o'er thee shed;
And thine to warn, while sweeping by,
Gently of immortality.

Ah! speed thee on; a voice is thine,
The warblings bland of hope,
That bids the heart its cares resign,
That gilds Time's horoscope;
And oh! that voice, of seraph tone,
From heavenly regions hither borne,
Whispers of bliss no years destroy,
Ecstatic and ne'er ending joy.
Ah! speed thee on:-and all forgot,
Whate'er to earth allied;
Departing year, ah, tell me not
Of Time's devouring tide!
Of withered hopes, and faded joys,
Of broken vows, and darkened skies,

The shaft of death!-and many a dream
Dazzling as sunlight on the stream.
No! speed thee on,-nor back recal
The whelming moments fled;
Why brim again the cup with gall,
Why speak but of the dead?
Onward! and misery's reign forgot,
And saddening change remembered not;
Departing year, alone be thine

Heaven's whisperings blest, and all divine.

Liverpool.

ON A DEAD FRIEND.

Oh! lasting will thy slumber be,
A long and dreary sleep;

The once proud form that now I see,
Is but a soulless heap:

Thou may'st be happy, yet, for me,
I cannot choose but weep;
The life that charm'd has pass'd away,
We may not even keep thy clay.
Paleness is on thy high-form'd brow,
And on thy sunken cheek.
While vanish'd is the ruby glow
From lips which us'd to break
In pity's tones to drooping woe,

And in joy's hour would speak
In rapturous mirth to all around,
And double pleasure with their sound.

G.

Those eyes which glow'd of late with light,
Nought more on earth will view,
Without is darkness on thy sight,

Within is darkness too:

All, save the truly pure and bright,

May death claim as his due:
The inborn spirit is not his,

It seeks a better world than this.
The leaves that form the summer shade,

Do fade in autumn's sway,

The flowers by spring's soft breathing's made,
When winter frowns, decay;

The mower cuts the waving blade

In its green pride away,
Another spring doth them relume,
A spring will burst the darksome tomb.
As thou hast liv'd, so let me live,
As thou hast died, so die,
That when to God this life I give,

It may be without sigh;
But as I pure did it receive,

Like thine from me it fly,
As pure as when it first became
A tenant of its earthly frame.
Thy soul is where the sinless are,
Thy clay but for the grave,
As far above is plac'd the star,

Whose shadow's in the wave:
Thy soul from care and woe is far,
Then how could I e'er crave
That thou below might'st longer be?
Vain prayer! soon may I dwell with thee!
Manchester.
J. BOLTON.

SONNET.

FROM BARRUFALDI.

Stern Winter knocks at dying Autumn's gate
With all his stermy troop and drear array:
And Autumn bids his yielding doors give way,
And drops his sceptre and resigns his state.
But rosy-finger'd Spring comes forth elate,
And scares the hoary tyrant from his prey;
Then yields in turn, and feels her feeble sway
Before the sultry Summer sun abate.

As wave to wave succeeds, Time's mighty tide
Glides on and on. The horned Moon in heaven
Succeeds the Sun's bright chariot in her turn.
The Seasons with the Sun come forth in pride;
To Man alone no second spring is given,
And years roll on, oh! never to return!

No. VII.-CONTINUED. SPECIMENS OF THE ELDER POETS. BY PERCIVAL MELBOURNE.

SIR WALTER RALEGH.
SONG, IN IMITATION OF MARLOWE
Come, live with me, and be my dear,
And we will revel all the year,

In plains and groves, or hills and dales,
Where fragrant air breathes sweetest gales.
There shall you have the beauteous pine,
The cedar and the spreading vine;
And all the woods to be a screen,
Lest Phœbus kiss my summer's queen.
The seat for your disport shall be,
Over some river in a tree;
Where silver sand and pebbles sing
Eternal ditties with the spring.

There shall you see the Nymphs at play;
And how the Satyrs spend the day;
The fishes gliding on the sands,
Offering their bellies to your hands.

The birds, with heavenly tuned throats,
Possess woods' echoes with sweet notes;
Which to your senses will impart
A music to inflame the heart.
Upon the bare and leafless oak
The ring-dove's wooings will provoke
A colder blood than you possess,
To play with me and do no less.
In bowers of laurel timely dight
We will outwear the silent night;
While Flora busy is to spread,
Her richest treasure on our bed.

Ten thousand glow-worms shall attend,
And all their sparkling lights shall spend,
All to adorn and beautify

Your lodging with most majesty.

Then in mine arms I will enclose
Lily's fair mixture with the rose;
Whose nice perfections in love's play
Shall tune me to the highest key.
Thus as we pass the welcome night
In sportful pleasures and delight,
The nimble fairies on the grounds
Shall dance and sing melodious sounds.
If these may serve for to entice
Your presence to Love's Paradise,
Then come with me, and be my dear,
And we will straight begin the year.

THE SHEPHERD TO THE FLOWERS

Sweet violets, Love's paradise, that spread Your gracious odours, which you couched bear Within your paly faces,

Upon the gentle wing of some calm breathing wind,
That plays amidst the plain,

If by the favour of propitious stars you gain
Such grace as in my lady's bosom place to find,
Be proud to touch those places!

And when her warmth your moisture forth doth west,
Thereby her dainty parts are sweetly fed,
Your honours of the flowery meads I pray,

You pretty daughters of the earth and sun, With mild and seemly breathing straight display My bitter sighs, that have my heart undone! Vermilion roses, that with new days rise,

Display your crimson folds fresh looking fair,
Whose radiant bright disgraces

The rich adorned rays of roseate rising morn!
Ah, if her virgin's hand

Do pluck your purse, ere Phoebus view the land,
And veil your gracious pomp in lovely Nature's so
If chance my mistress traces
Fast by the flowers to take the summer's air,
Then woeful blushing tempt her glorious eyes
To spread their tears, Adonis' death reporting,
And tell Love's torments, sorrowing for her friend,
Whose drops of blood, within your leaves consorting,
Report fair Venus' moans to have no end!
Then may Remorse, in pitying of my smart,
Dry up my tears, and dwell within my heart!

SIR WALTER RALEGH, THE NIGHT BEFORE HIS DEATH.

Even such is time, that takes on trust

Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust;

Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days! But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!

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THE DELIVERANCE OF VIENNA.

AN ODE.

TRANSLATED FROM THE ITALIAN OF VINCENZIO DA FILICAIA. BY THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY.

[From the Winter's Wreath.]

The chords, the sacred chords of gold,
Strike, O Muse, in measure bold;

And frame a sparkling wreath of joyous songs
For that great God to whom revenge belongs.
Who shall resist his might,

Who marshals for the fight
Earthquake and thunder, hurricane and flame?
He smote the haughty race

Of unbelieving Thrace,

And turned their rage to fear, their pride to shame. He looked in wrath from high

Upon their vast array;

And, in the twinkling of an eye,

Tambour, and trump, and battle-cry,

And steeds, and turbaned infantry

Passed like a dream away.

Such power defends the mansions of the just;

But, like a city without walls,

The grandeur of the mortal falls,

Who glories in his strength, and makes not God his trust.

The proud blasphemers thought all earth their own;
They deemed that soon the whirlwind of their ire
Would sweep down tower and palace, dome and spire,
The Christian altars and the Augustan throne.
And soon, they cried, shall Austria bow
To the dust her lofty brow.

The princedoms of Almayne

Shall wear the Phrygian chain;

1 humbler waves shall vassal Tiber roll;
And Rome, a slave forlorn,
Her laurelled tresses shorn,
hall feel our iron in her inmost soul.
Who shall bid the torrent stay?
Who shall bar the lightning's way?
Who arrest the advancing van
Of the fiery Ottoman ?

As the curling smoke wreaths fly
When fresh breezes clear the sky,

Passed away each swelling boast
Of the misbelieving host.
From the Hebrus rolling far
Came the murky cloud of war,
And in shower and tempest dread
Burst on Austria's fenceless head.
But not for vaunt or threat
Didst Thou, O Lord, forget

The flock so dearly bought, and loved so well.
Even in the very hour

Of guilty pride and power

Full on the circumcised Thy vengeance fell.
Then the fields were heaped with dead,
Then the streams with gore were red,
And every bird of prey, and every beast,

From wood and cavern thronged to Thy great feast.
What terror seized the fiends obscene of Nile!
How wildly, in his place of doom beneath,
Arabia's lying prophet gnashed his teeth,
And cursed his blighted hopes and wasted guile!
When, at the bidding of Thy sovereign might,
Flew on their destined path
Thy messengers of wrath,

Riding on storms and wrapped in deepest night.
The Phthian mountains saw,

And quaked with mystic awe :

The proud Sultana of the Straights bowed down
Her jewelled neck, and her embattled crown.

The miscreants, as they raised their eyes,
Glaring defiance on Thy skies,
Saw adverse winds and clouds display
The terrors of their black array ;-

Saw each portentous star,
Whose fiery aspect turned of yore to flight
The iron chariots of the Canaanite,
Gird its bright harness for a deadlier war.
Beneath Thy withering look
Their limbs with palsy shook;
Scattered on earth the crescent banners lay;
Trembled with panic fear,

Sabre, and targe, and spear.
Through the proud armies of the rising day.
Faint was each heart, unnerved each hand;
And if they strove to charge or stand,
Their efforts were as vain

As his who, scared in feverish sleep
By evil dreams, essays to leap,

Then backward falls again.
With a crash of wild dismay,
Their ten thousand ranks gave way;
Fast they broke, and fast they fled;
Trampled, mangled, dying, dead,
Horse and horsemen mingled lay;
Till the mountains of the slain
Raised the valleys to the plain.

Be all the glory to Thy name divine!

The swords were ours; the arm, O Lord, was Thine.
Therefore to Thee, beneath whose footstool wait
The powers which erring man calls Chance and Fate;
To Thee, who hast laid low
The pride of Europe's foe,

And taught Byzantium's sullen lords to fear,
I pour my spirit out

In a triumphant shout,

And call all ages and all lands to hear.
Thou, who evermore endurest,
Loftiest, mightiest, wisest, purest;
Thou, whose will destroys or saves,
Dread of tyrants, hope of slaves,
The wreath of glory is from Thee,
And the red sword of victory.
There, where exulting Danube's flood
Runs stain'd with Islam's noblest blood,
From that tremendous field;

There, where in mosque the tyrants met,
And from the crier's minaret

Unholy summons pealed,-
Pure shrines and temples now shall be
Decked for a worship worthy Thee.
To Thee, thy whole creation pays,
With mystic sympathy, its praise,

The air, the earth, the seas:

The day shines forth with livelier beam,
There is a smile upon the stream,
An anthem on the breeze.
Glory, they cry, to him whose might
Hath turned the barbarous foe to flight;
Whose arm protects, with power divine,
The city of his favoured line.

The caves, the woods, the rocks, repeat the sound,
The everlasting hills roll the long echoes round.

But if Thy rescued church may dare
Still to besiege Thy throne with prayer,
Sheathe not, we implore Thee, Lord,
Sheathe not thy victorious sword.
Still Pannonia pines away,
Vassal of a double sway;

Still Thy servants groan in chains,

Still the race which hates Thee reigns;

Part the living from the dead;

Join the members to the head;

Snatch Thine own sheep from yon fell monster's hold: Let one kind Shepherd rule one undivided fold.

He is the victor, only he,

Who reaps the fruits of victory;
We conquered once in vain,
When foamed the Ionian waves with gore,
And heaped Lepanto's stormy shore

With wrecks and Moslem slain.
Yet, wretched Cyprus never broke
The Syrian tyrant's iron yoke.

Shall the twice vanquished foe
Again repeat his blow?

Shall Europe's sword be hung to rust in peace?
No-let the red-cross ranks,

Of the triumphant Franks,

Bear swift deliverance to the shrines of Greece;
And in her inmost heart let Asia feel

The avenging plagues of Western fire and steel.
Oh God! for one short moment raise
The veil which hides those glorious days.
The flying foes I see Thee urge
Even to the river's headlong verge.
Close on their rear the loud uproar

Of fierce pursuit, from Ister's shore,
Comes pealing on the wind;
The Rab's wild waters are before,
The Christian sword behind.
Sons of perdition, speed your flight.
No earthly spear is in the rest:
No earthly champion leads to fight
The warriors of the West.

The Lord of Hosts asserts His old renown,
Scatters, and smites, and slays, and tramples down.
Fast, fast, beyond what mortal tongue can say,
Or mortal fancy dream,

He rushes on His prey:

Till, with the terrors of the wond'rous theme,
Bewildered and appalled, I cease to sing,

And close my dazzled eye, and rest my wearied wing.

HOME TRUTHS.

[From the Liverpool Mercury, 20th September, 1811.]

Heav'ns! what a change the last twelve months have made!

A sad, sad change in credit and in trade;
All export stopped, all business at a stand,-
Full warehouses, low prices, no demand ;-
There's nothing stirring,-nothing thro' the town
But idle merchants loitering up and down.

Where'er we turn, some melancholy sign
Appears to mark stagnation and decline:
Bare is the pole that tops yon western height,
No hoisted signal streaming to the sight;
But seldom now, but very seldom there
Those flutt'ring flags the coming ship declare.
In dock, alas! the idle ship is laid,
High on her mast th' ill-omen'd broom displayed.
In vain the porter takes his patient stand,
No busy toils his services demand;

Beside the dock, obstructive of the way,
The deaf 'ning cart stands idle through the day;
Save when it groans beneath some pond'rous rock
Hewn from the quarry for a useless dock;
Save that from Wigan's disembowell'd plain-
The min'ral load its bending shafts sustain;
This export still the alter'd times allow,
And coal, alas! is all our export now.

Tyrant ambition, and accurst deerees,
Have bound in chains the commerce of the seas;
Depress'd, discouraged every useful art,
No more our labour feeds the foreign mart;
Each foreign mart a hostile world denies,

And its own wants suppresses, or supplies.
The snow-white robe that wraps, in graceful trim,
The female form, and shades each lovely limb,
Neglected lies: Columbia now no more
Admits the lawny fabric to her shore:
No longer now our treasure-wafting fleets
The Arabian berry, or the juicy sweets
Of India's cane, to northern climes convey:
Those shackled realms a despot's will obey,

O'eraw'd by terror, or by arms subdued,
Our ev'ry product from their ports exclude;
Dried at its sources, hence th' enriching Nile
Of commerce ceases to o'erflow our isle.
While a sad group of victims, with dismay,
The ruin'd harvest of their hopes survey!

To 'Change, indeed, our merchants still repair,
But for what purpose, pray, do they go there?
Why, each, no doubt, may have a different end;
Some go for news, some go to see a friend;
Some of them go from habit, some for show,
And some because they know not where to go:
Well pleas'd on 'Change to kill an hour or two,
But one and all have nothing there to do!
One species of exchange, I will allow,

They still may make :-they may exchange a bow;
They may exchange a melancholy tale
Of goods on hand that cannot find a sale;
Of the sore rubs and losses they have met;
Of what new names appear in the Gazette:
Meanwhile, perhaps, their rising fears presage
Their own ere long may grace the gloomy page.
They may exchange inquiries with their friends
About protested bills and dividends;

What John-street meeting for the following day;
What funds appear, and what th' estate will pay :
Such themes as these the passing hour engage,
Till the bell comes and rings them off the stage.
Go to their offices,-the same burlesque :
On business still-along the crowded desk
What a vast number! what a charming show!
Of fine-dress'd clerks, all sitting in a row!
Busy, no doubt-oh, surely, now and then
They scrawl a little, or they mend a pen;
Busy as those whom Messrs. *** and Co.
In their grand office kept some years ago;
All at their books so constant, so intent,
To copy letters which were never sent.

Visit the banks,-there the same scene appears;
Apprentices, book-keepers, and cashiers;
To pay whose salaries, I dare surmise,
The year's whole profits scarcely will suffice;
Their discounts now, if they discount at all,
We well may guess can be but very small.

ROSCOE retires, and changes, in retreat,
His bank of paper for a bank of peat:
To mend the state he found a thankless toil,
He turns his efforts now to mend the soil:
But don't you think those moors and boggy lands
Are dangerous materials in his hands?

The peat he clears away, you may depend,
Will serve for some inflammatory end;
Again his works a general flame may raise,
Again may set the country in a blaze;
And ministers are surely much to blame
To license thus his labours to reclaim.

But happy he, who, for the peaceful shade,
In times like these, can quit the toils of trade;
In solitude and silence to forget

The countless ills which busy life beset;
And, oh! what ills, what cares of every kind,
In these sad times assail the harass'd mind;
The wasting means amid the damp of trade;-
Expenses running on-no profits made:
The teazing dun that calls from day to day;
The coming bill without the means to pay;
The falling market and the glutted store;
All these sad evils, and a thousand more.
All, in one word, which now all ranks endure,
In that one curse-the curse of being poor.

The hapless clerk, no longer now employ'd,
All his gay prospects blasted and destroy'd,
With love of finery, but lack of cash,
Intent to save, but fond to cut a dash,
O'erhawls his wardrobe, and inspects, with care,
What coat will stand a turning or repair;
Unpacks his trunk, where, from the beam of day,
Excluded long, the mouldy garment lay,
That half-worn garment which his former pride,
In better times, had vainly laid aside;
Again the pantaloons are dragg'd to light,
With frequent washing verging to a white;
Where scarce the eye can draw the line between,
The doubtful hue of linen and nankeen;
Again unfolded-how shall I express
That vest the most important of our dress,-
The robe of empire, which the wedded pair
Contend so fierce and frequent who shall wear

"Trimm'd at the skirts and bound, where somewhat torn,

"No one will know this waistcoat has been worn;
"This shirt is broken, but another frill
"Will hide its age, and make it decent still:"
Thus the full suit his anxious hand selects,
Fairest to view, and freest from defects;
New rigg'd, new brush'd, new-fitted out for show,
He takes the flags, and shines a Sunday beau,

In former times-what happy times they were! When every thing was going smooth and fair, When the blest stream of confidence ran high, And all who sought, received a full supply, Ere yet the rich had selfishly engross'd All business from the poor, who want it most, But every one impartial credit got, He who had capital, and who had not. In times when cash was plenty, such as these, A person could do business with such ease: Some London friend provided, no delay, No trouble then in payments, draw away. "Sir, here's a bill of parcels"-on demand The ready draft on London was at hand. "Well, Šir, about those rums you wish'd to sell, "I have resolved to take them."—" Very well." "The mode of payment, Sir, is understood

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My draft on London."-"Good, Sir, very good." From hand to hand we bought and sold, we drew, Then sold and bought, and bought and sold anew; The wheel went round, and that was all our care, And all was credit, ****** and *******

In those blest times, when credit ran so high,
******* could make an eighty thousand fly;
For then, indeed, before the times got tight,
It was the simplest thing to fly a kite;
No matter what the paper or the size,
Tail or no tail, it mounted to the skies;
But God help them, God help the silly pack
Who placed themselves advent'rous on its back;
Their dreadful fall, (and, oh, what numbers fell!)
Let the Gazette's recording pages tell.

These were the times, and times like these once more,
Some happier fate I trust may yet restore;
Mersey again behold with conscious pride
Whole navies floating on his muddy tide;
Again the merchant from the pier survey
His mountain pole the flying flag display;
Commerce, and arts, and industry revive,
And Liverpool once more be " all alive."

Fusbos

The Drama.

BOMBASTES FURIOSO!

DRAMATIS PERSONA.

AMEN.

Artaxominous............King of Utopia.
........Prime Minister of State.
Bombastes Furioso......General of the Army.
Distaffina.........

ACT FIRST. SCENE FIRST

Enter FUSBOS. Kneels to the King.
Fusbos. Hail, Artaxominous, yclept the great,
I come an humble pillar of thy state,
Pregnant with news, but ere that news I tell,
First let me hope your Majesty is well.

King. Rise, learned Fusbos, rise, my friend, and know, We are but middling; that is, but so so.

Fusbos. Only so so. Oh! monstrous, doleful thing;
Is it the mullygrubs affect the King?
Or, dropping poison in the cup of joy,
Do the blue devils your repose annoy ?

King. Nor mullygrubs, nor devils blue are here,
But yet we feel ourselves a little queer.
Fusbos. Yes, I perceive it in that vacant eye,
That vest unbutton'd, and that wig awry;
So sickly cats neglect their fur attire,
And sit and mope beside the kitchen fire.

King. Last night, as undisturb'd by state affairs,
Moistening our clay, and puffing off our cares,
Oft the replenish'd goblet did we drain,
And drank and smok'd, and smok'd and drank again:
Such was the case, our very actions such,
Until at length we got a cup too much :
But the fresh bowl each sickening pain subdues;
Sit, learned Fusbos, sit and tell the news.

Fusbos. General Bombastes, whose resistless force,
Alone exceeds a brewer's horse,
Returns triumphant, bringing mines of wealth.
King. Does he, by Jingo? then we'll drink his health.
[Drum and
Fus. But, hark! with loud acclaim, the fife and drum
Announce your army near; behold they come.
Enter BOMBASTES, attended by one drummer, one ffir,
and soldiers of different sizes.

Bomb. [to his Army.] Meet me this evening at the
Barley-mow;

I'll bring you pay; you see I'm busy now.
Begone, brave army; don't kick up a row.
Bomb. [to the King.] Thrash'd are your foes; this watch
with silken string,

Worn by their chief, I as a trophy bring:

I knock'd him down, then snatch'd it from his fob; "Watch, watch," he cried, when I had done the job. "My watch is gone,” says he; says I,“ just so,” "Stop where you are, watches were made to go." King. For which we make you Duke of Strombolo. [Bombastes kneels to the King, who breaks a pipe over his

head.

Bomb. Honours so great have all my toils repaid;
My Liege and Fusbos, here's success to trade (drinks)
Fus. Well said, Bombastes, since thy mighty blows
Have a quietus given to all our foes;

Now shall our farmers gather in their crops,
And busy tradesmen mind their crowded shops;
The deadly havoc of war's hatchet cease,
Now shall we smoke the calumet of peace.

King. I shall smoke short cut, you smoke what you
please.
[Replenishes his pipe.
Bom.&Fus. Whate'er your Majesty shall deign to nant

The King, seated at a table; a bowl, tobacco-box, glasses, Short cut or long, to me is all the same.

decanters, pipes, &c.

Trio, "TEKELI." Courtiers attending.

1st Courtier. What will your Majesty please to wear: Or blue, or green, red, white, or brown?

2d Court. D'ye chose to look at the bill of fare? King. Get out of my sight, or I'll knock you down. 2d Court. Here is soup, fish, or goose, or duck, or fowl, or pigeon, pig, or hare;

King. Thanks, generous friends; now list whilst I impart
How firm you're lock'd and bolted in my heart;
So long as this here pouch a pipe contains,

Or a full glass in that there bowl remains,
To

you an equal portion shall belong:
This do I swear, and now let's have a song.
Fusbos. My Liege shall be obey'd.
Bomb....................Fusbos, give place,

1st Court. Or blue, or green, or red, or black, or white, You know you have not got a singing face; or brown?

What will your Majesty please to wear;

Or blue, or green, or red, or black, or white, or brown? 2d Court. D'ye choose to look at the bill of fare? King. Get of my sight, or I'll knock you down, [Excunt Courtiers.

Here Nature, smiling, gave the winning grace.

Song, BOMBASTES.

Hope told a flattering tale,
Much longer than my arm;

That love and pots of ale,

In peace, would keep us warm ;

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The King, having evinced strong emotions during the Song, appears in a dejected state.

Par. What ails my Liege? oh! why that look so sad? King. I'm in love; I scorch, I freeze, I'm ad. h! tell me Fusbos, first and best of friends, ou who've got wisdom at your finger ends, hall it be so, or shall it not be so?

all I my Griskanissa's charms forego; ompel her to give up the regal chair,

ad place the rosy Distaffina there?

I such a case what course should I pursue?

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I'll bet you a wager,

No volunteer Major
Would dare to engage her

At neat prittle prattle.

How I could ruminate,

Though in a gloomy state,

For to illuminate

My turtle dove:

But words are mere playthings,
Neat trim holiday things,

They cannot half say things
Enough for my love.

She's young and she's tender;
She's tall and she's slender;
As straight as a fender

From the top to the toe:

Eyes like stars glittering,
Mouth always tittering,
Fingers to fit a ring

Ne'er were made so.
Her head like a holly hower,
Cheeks like a cauliflower,

Nose like a jolly tower

By the sea side:

Then haste, O ye days and nights,
That I may taste delights,
And with Church holy rites
Make her my bride.

SCENE THIRD.

SCENE, Distaffina's Appartment.

Enter DISTAFFINA,

Dist. This morn, as sleeping in my bed I lay,

I dreamt, and morning dreams come true, they say;

[Enter King.

I dreamt, a cunning man my fortune told,
And soon the pots and pans were turn'd to gold;
Then I resolved to cut a mighty dash,
But, lo! e'er I could turn 'em into cash,
Another cunning man my heart betray'd,
Stole all away, and left my debts unpaid.
And pray Sir, who are you? I'd wish to know.
King. Perfection's self, oh! smooth that angry brow;
For love of thee I've wander'd through the town,
And here am come to offer half-a-crown.
Dist. Fellow, your paltry offer I despise;
The great Bombastes' love alone I prize.

King. He's but a General, damsel; I'm a King.
Dist. Oh! Sir, that makes it quite another thing.
King. And think not, maiden, I could e'er design
A sum so trifling, for such charms as thine;
No, the half crown that tinged thy cheek with red,
Was meant that thou shouldst share my throne and bed.
Dist. My dream is out, and I shall soon behold
My pots and pans all turn'd to shining gold.

What a fool was I,

To be cozen'd by

A fellow not worth a penny, O.

When rich ones came,

And ask'd the same,

For I'd offers from ever so many, O.

But I'll darn my hose,

Look out for beaux,

And quickly get a new lover, O.

So sing rum ti tum,

And come, lads, come,

Then a fig for Æneas, the rover, O.

King. So Orpheus sang of old, or poets lie,
And as the brutes were charm'd, e'en so am I :
Rosy cheek'd maid, henceforth my only Queen,
Full soon in royal robes shalt thou be seen;
And through my realms I'll issue this decree,
None shall appear of taller growth than thee;
Painters no other face portray, each sign

O'er alehouse hung, shall change its head for thine;
Poets shall cancel their unpublish'd lays,

And none presume to write but in thy praise.

Dist. [opens a closet.] And may I then, without offending, crave

My love to taste of this, the best I have.

King. Where it the vilest liquor upon earth, Thy touch would render it of matchless worth; Dear shall the gift be held, that comes from you, Best proof of love [drinks] 'tis full proof whiskey, too; Through all my veins I feel the genial glow;

It warms my soul

Bomb. [without.] Ho! Distaffina, ho!
King. Heard you that voice?

Dist..........................O yes, 'tis what's his name, The General: send him packing as he came.

King, And is it he? and does he hither come? Ah, me! my guilty conscience strikes me dumb; Where shall I go; say whither shall I fly? Hide me, oh! hide me from his injur'd eye. Dist. Why sure, you're not alarmed at such a thing? He's but a General, you're a King!

[King secretes himself in a closet. Enter BOMBASTES,

Bomb. Lov'd Distaffina, now, by my scars, I vow ; (Scars got, I havn't time to tell you how ;) By all the risks my fearless heart hath run, Risks of all shapes, from bludgeon, sword, or gun, Steel traps, the patrole, bailiffs, shrew, and dun; By the great bunch of laurels on my brow, Ne'er did thy charms exceed their present glow. Oh! let me greet thee with a loving kissHell and the devil! say whose hat is this!

King. Here on my knees, those knees which ne'er till [Seeing the King's hat, which he had thrown down when

now,

To men, or maids, in suppliance bent, I vow
Still to remain, till you my hopes fulfil,
Fix'd as the Monument on Fish-street-hill.
Dist. And this I swear, as I bestow my hand,
So long as e'er the Monument shall stand,
So long I'm your's.-

King ...............Are then my wishes crown'd?
Dist. La! Sir, I'd not say no for twenty pound;
Let silly maids for love their favours yield,
Rich ones for me: "the King against the field."
"IRISH WEDDING."

Song, DISTAFFina.

At her palace gate,
Queen Dido sate

A darning a hole in her stocking, 0: She sung as she drew

The worsted through,

While her foot was the cradle rocking, O.

For a babe she had,

By a soldier lad,

Tho' history passes it over, O.

You tell-tale brat,

I've been a flat,

kneeling to Distuffina.

Dist. Why, bless your silly brains, that's not a hat. Bomb. No hat?

Dist...................Suppose it is, why what of that?

A hat can do no harm without a head.

Bomb. Whoe'er it fits, this hour I doom him dead; Alive from hence the catiff shall not stir :

[Discovers the King.

Your most obedient humble servant, Sir.
King. Oh! General, oh!
Bomb................................ My much lov'd master, oh!
What means all this?

King............ Indeed I hardly know.
Dist. You hardly know! a very pretty joke.
If kingly promises so soon are broke.
An't I to be a Queen, and dress so fine?
King. I do repent me of the foul design.
To thee, my brave Bombastes, I restore
Pure Distaffina, and will never more,

Through lane or street, with lawless passion rove,

But give to Griskanissa all my love.

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Bomb. Ho! ho! I'll love no more; let him who can,

the maid who fancies every man.

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