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THE LATE SIR NEIL CAMPBELL.

We may say fearlessly, that this is a discovery of greater | Mr. Webster has ascertained upwards of 80 species, and Biographical Notices.
practicable importance than obtaining a footing on the varieties of marine shells, madrepores, sponges, and nu.
Pole-or than many of the steps towards the discovery of merous unknown zoophytic remains.
the longitude, for which large sums have been paid, and In North America, the remains of marine animals, in
large sums are still annually expending ;--and that it the soil and rocks adjacent to the lakes, are numerous.

The following particulars of the public life of the late would do honour to the present Lord High Admiral of They abound in the greater part of the distance from Lake Governor-in-Chief will be read at this moment with inEngland, if he would immediately order

the experiment Erie, through the counties of Niagara, Gennessee, Ontario, terest :-" His Excellency commenced his career in the to be tried on some unemployed ship of his Majesty's Seneca, Cayuga Onondago. They exist, too, in the coun6th West India Regiment,

to which he was appointed navy, and bestow on Mr. Watson the reward which the ties of Lewis, Jefferson, st

. Lawrence, Madison, Essex, Ensign on the 2d of April, 1797, and was soon after proresult of such an experiment should prove him really to Oneida, Montgomery, Washington, Chenango, and va moted to a Lieutenancy in the 57th regiment. After servdescrie.

rious 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 Scientific Notices. 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 AssistantKomprehending Notices of new Discoveries or Improve Mississippi, organic

remains of molluscas, and other an. Quarter-master-General to the Southern District, in which Dents in Science or Art; including, occasionally, sin- known animals, are contained

in the finty masses, as he remained until promoted to a Majority in the 430 regi. gular Medical Cases; Astronomical, Mechanical, Phi; noticed by that enterprising officer, Major Long, of the ment, in January, 1805; from which he was afterwards losophical, Botanical, Meteorological, and Mineralogical corps of Engineers. In the limestone around St. Louis, removed to the 54th Foot. In August, 1806, he was ap. Phenomena, or singular Facts in Natural History; and down the Mississippi to St. Genevieve, and beyond, pointed DeputyAdjutant-General to the Forces in the Vegetation, &c.; Antiquities, &c.

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 KETCHES OF THE ELEMENTS OF NATURAL limestone surrounding Cincinnati ; they consist of various Martinique, Guadaloupe, &c. in 1809-10.-The following PHILOSOPHY,

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 les usanied with Sketches of a New Theory of the Earth. 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 By J. LE E. W. S SHECUT.-Charleston, 1826. ston, and various other places in the state, peculiar mad.

must rise by his merit." repores, corallines, and numerous species of marine shells,

The following observation also, which occurs in a de. This is an interesting production, although it ischiefly are abundant.-( Mitchill.) npiled from other works. The writer has been long known to exist in South Carolina ; they are of a cir. warmly : – Lieut. Colonel Campbell merits my warmest an extensive stratum of fossil oyster shells has been spatch from Major-General Harcourt to Sir G. Beckwith

on the capture of Guadaloupe, in 1810, speaks more great pains to collect materials for his purpose, cular form, and of a diameter

of seven or eight inches ; acknowledgments for his zealous services, which have been be has brought together a valuable accumula- they are thick and heavy, dissimilar from any shells which unremitting; and particularly for his exertions and able of facts. We shall select a few chapters or are found on our sea shores. They extend from Nelson's assistance in the affair of the 3d.”—Lieut.-Colonel Camp

Ferry, in the upper part of the district of Charleston, in a bell having returned to England in 1810, proceeded to the sages, which we are confident will interest our south-westwardly course nearly parallel with the sea, to- Peninsula, then the seat of war, having previously ...

wards the Three Runs on Savannah River, and are pro- signed his situation as Deputy-Adjutant-General in the bably connected with those which Mr. Bartram describes West Indies. In April, 1811, he was appointed Colonel

as being fifteen miles below Silver Bluff, on the Georgia of the 16th Portuguese Infantry, and was engaged in the rafi of the Universality of certain Possil Organic

side. - Drayton, Ramsay:) Various strata of marine military operations of that period, particularly at the Remains.

shells have been found in digging wells, &c. in the district sieges of Ciudad Rodrigo, Badajos, Burgos, and at the Te rocks of Judea are, in many places, covered with a of Charleston. In some places, strata of shells, so ag. battle of Salamanca. On these occasions the Duke of

chalky substance, in which is enclosed a great variety glutinated with marl and sand as to appear like stone, Wellington made honourable mention of his name, in his hells and corals. The greatest part of Mount Carmel, have been discovered at a depth of fifteen feet below the despatches of the 20th January and 21st September, 1812, those of Jerusalem and Bethlehem, are overspread with surface of the earth. In Mr. Longstreet's experiment, On the retreat of the British army, in 1813, Colonel hite chalky stratum. In Mount Carmel are gathered that of boring for water, on a lot in Archdale.street, marine Campbell, in consequence of severe illness, returned to ny sones, which, being in the form of olives, melons, shells were discovered at a depth of 17 feet below the sur; England. In February, 1813, he joined Earl Catheart,

shes, and other fruit, are imposed upon pilgrims, not face; and again, another stratum at a depth of 49 feet! at the head-quarters of the Emperor of Russia, in Poland. 19u those fruits petrified, but as antidotes against several - Ramsay.) On boring for water on the square partly Here he was employed, along

with Sir Robert Wilson and seases Mandrel.)

occupied by the Poor. House, the commissioners discovered Colonel Howe, in reporting on the force and military The mountains and quarries of Europe afford numerous a stratum of marine shells between 18 and 20 feet below operations of the different corps of the Russian army. cimens of primitive petrifactions of the first class.

the surface; again, another stratum 35 feet; a third stra: His eminent services while in this station are known to witzerland is remarkable for the petrifactions contained tum 43 to 46 feet below the surface ; and lastly, at the all Europe. On the 24th March, 1814, he was severely he mountains, and repositories ; petrified fish, of amazing depth of 314 feet 3 inches to 317 feet 2 inches, a wounded at Fere Champenoise, as appears from the fous kinds, are found imbedded in them. Mount Pe stratum of shells, marl, sand, and clay, and some thick following despatch from Lord Burghersh, dated March i Lucerne, supports an entire rock of petrified shells solid marine shells broken.-(Moser.)

26th, 1814:-“ It is with the greatest regret that I have ceanic origin. There are rocks of this kind in all the The

state of Georgia is said to be very rich in rare fossil to announce to your Lordship that Colonel Campbell was mountains on continents, in the Pyrenean mountains, sea shells. ** On the south bank of Savannah River, near yesterday most severely wounded by a Cossack. Colonel those of China and Peru. We find the same dis- the place called Wivite Bluff, about a hundred miles on a sina in all countries where there are high mountains, straight line from the sea shore, the shell banks make their which has ever marked his military career, had charged

Compbell, continuing that gallant distinguished course they are more remarkable in some parts than in first appearance, and run a course south-west. These shells with the first cavalry which penetrated the French masses.

We almost everywhere find upon the declivities occur in different parts of the ridge of the land in which The Cossacks, who canie to support this cavalry, mistook puntains, sea shells, madrepores, and corals petrified, they are imbedded, to a distance of forty

miles. Accord him for a French officer, and struck him to the ground. still adhering to the rocks.

The mountains of Pisa in ing to General Merriweather, not only the oyster shell is any, are covered with oyster shells to an extent of two found, but clam shells, and a scalloped shell dearly similar, army, and subsequently received five different orders from

-In June, 1814, he was gazetted Colonel of the British esenting the same phenomenon, which has been also them large enough to contain

the foot of a common man. own sovereign. After the campaign of 1815,

in which he Tered in the country of the Acaoukas of Mississippi, At some distance above this ridge, there are several quar: was found at his post, Colonel Campbell retired to private miles from the sea shore. In France, about 60 leagues ries of a kind of siliceous stone, which has a number of all life, covered with honours. On the 27th of May, 1825, Bourdeaux, in the parish of St. Croix du Mont, there kinds of shells intermingled and dispersed through it; Colonel Campbell was appointed a Major. General; and

snatum of stone covered by a bed of oyster shells these are petrified and hard as flint, are wrought into inill on the 18th of April, 1826, on the lamented demise of | hundred 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 Colony Eation of stone five or six feet thick. In this, the inha- found many echinites of a flat form, rather larger than a ats have hewn out a chapel 15 feet high, in which they Spanish dotlar ; they are converted into flint, and are a

on 22d of August following. brate mass. The shells are united in the bank by a sand, species of the scutella family, Ellicot's Journal contains s, being mixed and petrified with them, at present accounts of the limestone rocks and fossils of the A pala

METEOROLOGICAL DIARY. - but one common lock. About half a league from chy, Chatahouche and Flint Rivers. It is composed, in hefort, on the other side of the Main, there is a moun- many places, of broken shells, an: filled with petrifactions.

[From the Liverpool Courier.] called Saxenhausen, whence stones are dug; the In Alabama, on the Tombigbee River, fossil shells of

substance of which is composed of small petrified bivalve molluscas, of sea urchins and radiary animals, are ; they are united by a fine sand, which forms a very found ; and fifteen or twenty feet below the surface, is a suone, of which the

strong walls of that beautiful city stratum where wood is found, of different kinds, partly dequilt A: Vaquine, a small town in Provence, we find cayed. Again, betieath this and a concomitant body of be mountain full of sea shells and large oysters, some clay and linestone, is a substance resembling the grass of bich are still alive. The fields adjacent to Havre de the margin of the ocean, accompanied by numberless njae are full of oyster shells, which are also to be met rine shells.-(Mitchill.) a great many parts of France - De Maillet.) (To be continued.)

S.S.E. Cloudy. the en vitons of Paris, numerous deposits of marine

6th,-Very stormy during the night. share been discovered by Cuvier, Brongniart, and at

Doubtless these are a continuation of the stratum men. 6th,-Quarter past three p.m. very stormy, hail, and rain, Dan by M. De France. In the south of England, tioned in the preceding parugrugh.

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Poetry.

TO THE YEAR 1827.

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 tepant 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.

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.

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THE SHEPHERD TO THE FLOWERS

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:
Ab! 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 yows, and darkened skies,

The shaft of death !-and many a dreana

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 wbisperings blest, and all divino. Atvor

pooh

SONNET.

TRON BARRUFALD

Stern Winter knocks at dying Autumn's gato

With all his stormy troop and drear array: And Autumn bids his yielding doors give way,

And drops his sceptre and resigns his stato 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 ubate.
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 !

Sweet violets, Love's paradise, that spread
Your gracious odours, which you couched beer

Within your paly faces,
Upon the gentle wing of some calm breathing wied,

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 doch wese,

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 Phæbus view the land,
And veil your gracious pomp in lovely Nature's some

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!

No. VII. CONTINUED. SPECIMENS OF THE ELDER POETS.

BY PERCIVAL MELBOURNE.

SIR WALTER RALEGH.

ON A DEAD FRIEND

SONG, IN IMITATION OF MARLOWE

SIR WALTER RALEGH, NIGHT BEFORE HIS DEATL.

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.

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 Phæbus 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.

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 !

BY THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY.

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 in most 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.

THE DELIVERANCE OF VIENNA.

The miscreants, as they raised their eyes,

Glaring defiance on Thy skies,
AN ODE.

Saw adverse winds and clouds display

The terrors of their black array ;-
TRANSLATED FROM THE ITALIAN OP VINCENZIO DA FILICAIA.

Saw each portentous star,
Whose fiery aspect turned of yore to flight

The iron chariots of the Canaanite,
[From the Winter's Wreath.]

Gird its bright harness for a deadlier war. The chords, the sacred chords of gold,

Beneath Thy withering look Strike, O Muse, in measure bold;

Their limbs with palsy shook ; And frame a sparkling wreath of joyous songs

Scattered on earth the crescent banners lay; For that great God to whom revenge belongs.

Trembled with panic fear, Who shall resist his might,

Sabre, and targe, and spear, Who marshals for the fight

Through the proud armies of the rising day. Earthquake and thunder, hurricane and flame ?

Faint was each heart, unnerved each hand; He smote the haughty race

And if they strove to charge or stand, Of unbelieving Thrace,

Their efforts were as vain And turned their rage to fear, their pride to shame.

As his who, scared in feverish sleep He looked in wrath from high

By evil dreams, essays to leap, Upon their vast array;

Then backward falls again. And, in the twinkling of an eye,

With a crash of wild dismay, Tambour, and trump, and battle-cry,

Their ten thousand ranks gave way; And steeds, and turbaned infantry

Fast they broke, and fast they fled ; Passed like a dream away.

Trampled, mangled, dying, dead, Such power defends the mansions of the just;

Horse and horsemen mingled lay; But, like a city without walls,

Till the mountains of the slain The grandeur of the mortal falls,

Raised the valleys to the plain. Who glories in his strength, and makes not God his trust. Be all the glory to Thy name divine !

The swords were ours; the arm, O Lord, was Thine. The proud blasphemers thought all earth their own;

Therefore to Thee, beneath whose footstool wait They deemed that soon the whirlwind of their ire

The powers which erring man calls Chance and Fate; Would sweep down tower and palace, dome and spire,

To Thee, who hast laid low The Christian altars and the Augustan throne.

The pride of Europe's foe, And soon, they cried, shall Austria bow

And taught Byzantium's sullen lords to fear, To the dust her lofty brow.

I pour my spirit out The princedoms of Almayne

In a triumphant shout, Shall wear the Phrygian chain ;

And call all ages and all lands to hear. In humbler waves shall vassal Tiber roll;

Thou, who evermore endurest, And Rome, a slave forlorn,

Loftiest, mightiest, wisest, purest ; Her laurelled tresses shorn,

Thou, whose will destroys or saves, Shall feel our iron in her inmost soul.

Dread of tyrants, hope of slaves, Who shall bid the torrent stay ?

The wreath of glory is from Thee,
Who shall bar the lightning's way?

And the red sword of victory.
Who arrest the advancing van
Of the fiery Ottoman ?

There, where exulting Danube's flood

Runs stain'd with Islam's noblest blood, As the curling smoke wreaths fly

From that tremendous field; When fresh breezes clear the sky,

There, where in mosque the tyrants met, Passed away each swelling boast

And from the crier's minaret Of the misbelieving host.

Unholy summons pealed,From the Hebras rolling far

Pure shrines and temples now shall be Came the murky cloud of war,

Decked for a worship worthy Thee. And in shower and tempest dread

To Thee, thy whole creation pays, Burst on Austria's fenceless head.

With mystic sympathy, its praise, But not for vaunt or threat

The air, the earth, the seas : Didst Thou, O Lord, forget

The day shines forth with livelier beam, The floek so dearly bought, and loved so well.

There is a smile upon the stream, Even in the very hour

An anthem on the breeze. Of guilty pride and power

Glory, they cry, to him whose might Full on the circumcised Thy vengeance fell.

Hath turned the barbarous foe to flight; Then the fields were heaped with dead,

Whose arm protects, with power divine, Then the streams with gore were red,

The city of his favoured line. and every bird of prey, and every beast,

The caves, the woods, the rocks, repeat the sound, From wood and cavern thronged to Thy great feast.

The everlasting hills roll the long echoes round. What terror seized the fiends obscene of Nile !

But if Thy rescued church may dare How wildly, in his place of doom beneath,

Still to besiege Thy throne with prayer, Arabia's lying prophet gnashed his teeth,

Sheathe not, we implore Thee, Lord, And cursed his blighted hopes and wasted guile!

Sheathe not thy victorious sword. When, at the bidding of Thy sovereign might,

Still Pannonia pines away, Flew on their destined path

Vassal of a double sway; Thy messengers of wrath,

Still Thy servants groan in chains, Riding on storms and wrapped in deepest night.

Still the race which hates Thee reigns; The Phthian mountains saw,

Part the living from the dead;
And quaked with mystic awe:

Join the members to the head;
The proud Sultana of the Straights bowed down Snatch Thine own sheep from yon fell monster's hold :
Her jewelled neck, and her embattled crown.

Let one kind Shepherd rule one undivided fold.

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 futt'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 iis 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 finil 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 be found a thankléss 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 bis 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'erbawls 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

Enter Fossos. Kneels to the King. torn,

Fusbos. Hail, Artaxominous, yclept the great,
“ No one will know this waistcoat has been worn ;
“ This shirt is broken, but another frill

I come an humble pillar of thy state,
“Will hide its age, and make it decent still :" Pregnant with news, but ere that news I tell,
Thus the full suit his anxious hand selects,

First let me hope your Majesty is well.
Fairest to view, and freest from defects;

King. Rise, learned Fusbos, rise, my friend, and knor,
New rigg'd, new brush'd, new-fitted out for show,

We are but middling ; that is, but so so.
He takes the flags, and shines a Sunday beau,

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 ?
In former times—what happy times they were ! King. Nor mullygrubs, nor devils blue are here,
When every thing was going smooth and fair, But yet we feel ourselves a little queer.
When the blest stream of confidence ran high,

Fusbos. Yes, I perceive it in that vacant eye,
And all who sought, received a full supply,
Ere yet the rich had selfishly engross'd

That vest unbutton'd, and that wig awry;
All business from the poor, who want it most,

So sickly cats neglect their fur attire,
But every one impartial credit got,

And sit and mope beside the kitchen fire.
He who had capital, and who had not.

King. Last night, as undisturb'a by state affairs,
In times when cash was plenty, such as these,

Moistening our clay, and puffing off our cates,
A person could do business with such ease :
Some London friend provided, no delay,

Oft the replenish'd goblet did we drain,
No trouble then in payments, draw away.

And drank and smok'd, and smok'd and drank again : “Sir, here's a bill of parcels"-on demand

Such was the case, our very actions such,
The ready draft on London was at hand.

Until at length we got a cup too much :
“ Well, Sir, about those rums you wish'd to sell,
“ I have resolved to take them.”—“Very well.”

But the fresh bowl each sickening pain subdues ; “ The mode of payment, Sir, is understood

Sit, learned Fusbos, sit and tell the news.
“ My draft on London."-"Good, Sir, very good.” Fusbos. General Bombastes, whose resistless force,
From hand to hand we bought and sold, we drew, Alone exceeds a brewer's horse,
Then sold and bought, and bought and sold anew;

Returns triumphant, bringing mines of wealth.
The wheel went round, and that was all our care,
And all was credit, ****** and *******

King. Does he, by Jingo ? then we'l drink his health
In those blest times, when credit ran so high,

[Drum and I ******* could make an eighty thousand fly;

Fus. But, hark! with loud acclaim, the fife and dron
For then, indeed, before the times got tight,

Announce your army near ; behold they come.
It was the simplest thing to fly a kite ;
No matter what the paper or the size,

Enter BOMBASTES, attended by one drummer, one fjer
Tail or no tail, it mounted to the skies;

and soldiers of different sizes.
But God help them, God help the silly pack

Bomb. (to his Army.] Meet me this evening at the
Who placed themselves advent'rous on its back ;
Their dreadful fall, (and, oh, what numbers fell!)

Barley-mow;
Let the Gazette's recording pages tell.

I'll bring you pay; you see I'm busy now.
These were the times, and

times like these once more, Begone, brave army; don't kick up a row.
Some happier fate I trust may yet restore ;

Bomb. [to the King. ) Thrash'd are your foes; this pas
Mersey again behold with conscious pride

with silken string,
Whole navies floating on his muddy tide ;
Again the merchant from the pier survey

Worn by their chief, I as a trophy bring:
His mountain pole the flying flag display ;

I knock'd him down, then snatch'd it from his fob;
Commerce, and arts, and industry revive,

“ Watch, watch,” he cried, when I had done the job. And Liverpool once more be " al alive.

“ My watch is gone,” says he; says I, “ just 30," AMEN.

" Stop where you are, watches were made to go."

King. For which we make you Duke of Strombolo. The Drama.

(Bombastes kneels to the King, who breaks a pipe over the

head. BOMBASTES FURIOSO!

Bomb. Honours so great have all my toils repaid ; My Liege and Fusbos, here's success to trade ( drinkt)

Fus. Well said, Bombastes, since thy mighty blows
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

Have a quietus given to all our foes ;
Artaxominous............ King of Utopia.

Now shall our farmers gather in their crops,
Fusbos
...Prime Minister of State.

and busy tradesmen mind their crowded shops ; Bombastes Furioso......General of the Army.

The deadly havoc of war's hatchet cease,
Distaffina....

Now shall we smoke the calumet of peace.

King. I shall smoke short cut, you smoke what you ACT FIRST. SCENE FIRST

please.

(Replenishes his pipe

Bom. Fus. Whate'er your Majesty shall deign to name
The King, seated at a table ; a bowl, tobacco-boz, glasses, Short cut or long, to me is all the same.
decanters, pipes, &c.

King. Thanks, generous friends ; now list whilst I impart
Trio, “ TEKELI.” Courtiers attending. How firm you're lock'd and bolted in my heart;
1st Courtier. What will your Majesty please to wear : So long as this here pouch a pipe contains,
Or blue, or green, red, white, or brown ?

Or a full glass in that there bowl remains,
2d Court. D'ye chose to look at the bill of fare ? To you an equal portion shall belong:
King. Get out of my sight, or I'll knock you down. This do I swear, and now let's have a song.

2d Court. Here is soup, fish, or goose, or duck, or fowl, Fusbos. My Liege shall be obey'd.
or pigeon, pig, or hare;

Bomb.. ..................Pusbos, give place, ist Court. Or blue, or green, or red, or black, or white, You know you have not got a singing face ; or brown ?

Here Nature, smiling, gave the winning grace.
What will your Majesty please to wear;

Song, BOMBASTES.
Or blue, or green, or red, or black, or white, or brown ?
2d Court. D'ye choose to look at the bill of fare?

Hope told a flattering tale,

Much longer than my arm ;
King. Get of my sight, or I'll knock you down,

That love and pots of ale,
[Exeunt Courtiers. In peace, would keep us warm:

.............

The flatterer is not gone,
She visits number one.
In love I'm six feet deep:
Love, odds bobs! destroys my sleep.
Hope told a flattering tale,

Lest love should soon prove cool ,
A tub thrown to a whale,

To make the fish a fool.
Should Distaffina frown,
Then hope's gone out of town,
And when love's dream is o'er,
Then we'll wake and dream no more.

[Exit Bombastes.
The King, having evinced strong emotions during the

Song, appears in a dejected state.
Pas. What ails my Liege? oh! why that look so sad ?
King. I'm in love; I scorch, I freeze, I'm

ad.
Oh! tell me Fusbos, first and best of friends,
You who're got wisdom at your finger ends,
Shall it be so, or shall it not be so?
Shall I my Griskanissa's charms forego;
Compel her to give up the regal chair,
And place the rosy Distaffina there?
lo rich a case what course should I pursue ?
I bremy Queen, and Distaffina too.

fusos. And would my King his General supplant?
'can't advise, upon my soul I can't.
King. So when two feasts, whereat there's nought to pay,
all uapropitious on the self-same day,
'he aaxious cit each invitation views,
and poaders which to take, and which refuse :
rom this or that to keep away is loath,
nd sighs to think he cannot dine at both. (Exit King.
Fuslos. Or like a schoolboy on a rainy day,
The finds his playmates will no longer stay,
fe takes the bint himself, and walks away.

[Exit Fusbos.

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SCENE SECOND.

I'll bet you a wager,

What a fool was I,
No volunteer Major

To be cozen'd by
Would dare to engage her

A fellow not worth a penny, 0.
At neat prittle prattle.

When rich ones came,

And ask'd the same,
How I could ruminate,
Though in a gloomy state,

For Pd offers from ever so many, 0.
For to illuminate

But I'll darn my hose,
My turtle dove:

Look out for beaux,
But words are mere playthings,

And quickly get a new lover, 0.
Neat trim holiday things,

So sing rum ti tum,
They cannot half say things

And come, lads, come,
Enough for my love.

Then a fig for Æneas, the rover, 0.
She's young and she's tender;

King. So Orpheus sang of old, or poets lie,
She's tall and she's slender;

And as the brutes were charm'd, e'en so am I:
As straight as a fender
From the top to the toe:

Rosy cheek'd maid, henceforth my only Queen,
Eyes like stars glittering,

Full soon in royal robes shalt thou be seen ;
Mouth always tittering,

And through my realms I'll issue this decree,
Fingers to fit a ring

None shall appear of taller growth than thee;
Ne'er were made so.

Painters no other face portray, each sign
Her head like a holly hower,

O'er alehouse hung, shall change its head for thine ;
Cheeks like a cauliflower,
Nose like a jolly tower

Poets shall cancel their unpublish'd lays,
By the sea side:

And none presume to write but in thy praise.
Then haste, O ye days and nights,

Dist. (opens a closet.] And may I then, without offend.
That I may taste delights,

ing, crave
And with Church holy rites

My love to taste of this, the best I have.
Make her my bride.

King. Where it the vilest liquor upon earth,

Thy touch would render it of matchless worth;
SCENE THIRD.

Dear shall the gift be held, that comes from you,

Best proof of love (drinks ] 'tis full proof whiskey, too ;
SCENE, Distaffina's Appartment.

Through all my veins I feel the genial glow ;
Enter DISTAFFINA,

It warms my soul

Bomb. [without.] Ho! Distaffina, ho !
Dist. This morn, as sleeping in my bed I lay,

King. Heard you that voice ?
I dreamt, and morning dreams come true, they say; Dist........ .........O yes, 'tis what's his name,
I dreamt, a cunning man my fortune told,

The General : send him packing as he came.
And soon the pots and pans were turn’d to gold;

King, And is it he ? and does he hither come ?
Then I resolved to cut a mighty dash,

Ah, me! my guilty conscience strikes me dumb;
But, lo! e'er I could turn 'em into cash,

Where shall I go ; say whither shall I fly ?
Another cunning man my heart betray'd,

Hide me, oh! hide me from his injur'd eye.
Stole all away, and left my debts unpaid. [Enter King Dist. Why sure, you're not alarmed at such a thing ?
And pray Sir, who are you? I'd wish to know.

He's but a General, you're a King!
King. Perfection's self, oh! smooth that angry brow;

[King secretes himself in a closet.
For love of thee I've wander'd through the town,
And here am come to offer half-a-crown.

Enter BOMBASTES,
Dist. Fellow, your paltry offer I despise ;

Bomb. Lov'd Distaffina, now, by my scars, I vow ;
The great Bombastes' love alone I prize.

(Scars got, I havn't time to tell you how ;) King. He's but a General, damsel ; I'm a King. By all the risks my fearless heart hath run, Dist. Oh! Sir, that makes it quite another thing. Risks of all shapes, from bludgeon, sword, or gun,

King. And think not, maiden, I could e'er design Steel traps, the patrole, bailiffs, shrew, and dun;
A sum so trifling, for such charms as thine ;

By the great bunch of laurels on my brow,
No, the half crown that tinged thy cheek with red, Ne'er did thy charms exceed their present glow.
Was meant that thou shouldst share my throne and bed. Oh! let me greet thee with a loving kiss

Dist. My dream is out, and I shall soon behold Hell and the devil! say whose hat is this !
My pots and pans all turn'd to shining gold.

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

kneeling to Distufina.
now,
To men, or maids, in suppliance bent, I vow

Dist. Why, bless your silly brains, that's not a hat.
Still to remain, till you my hopes fulfil,

Bomb. No hat?
Fix'd as the Monument on Fish-street-hill.

Dist.................. Suppose it is, why what us that?
Dist. And this I swear, as I bestow my hand,

A hat can do no harm without a head.
So long as e'er the Monument shall stand,

Bomb. Whoe'er it fits, this hour I doom him dead;
So long I'm your's. -

Alive from hence the catiff shall not stir :
King. .............. Are then my wishes crown'd!

[ Discovers the King. Dist. La! Sir, I'd not say no for twenty pound;

Your most obedient humble servant, Sir.
Let silly maids for love their favours yield,

King. Oh! General, oh !
Rich ones for me : “ the King against the field."

Bomb...................... My much lov'd master, oh!

What means all this?
Song, DISTAFFINA. “ IRISH WEDDING."

King................ Indeed I hardly know.
At her palace gate,

Dist. You hardly know! a very pretty joke.
Queen Dido sate

If kingly promises so soon are broke.
A darning a hole in her stocking, 0:
She sung as she drew

An't I to be a Queen, and dress 60 fine ?
The worsted through,

King. I do repent me of the foul design.
While her foot was the cradle rocking, O. To thee, my brave Bombastes, I restore
For a babe she had,

Pure Distaffina, and will never more,
By a soldier lad,

Through lane or street, with lawless passion rove,
Tho'history passes it over, 0.
You tell-tale brat,

But give to Griskanissa all my love.
I've been a flat,

Bomb. Ho! ho! I'll love no more ; let him who can,
You daddy has prov'd a rover; 0,

Pa the maid who fancies every man.

Enter King.
King. 171 seek the maid I love, though in my way
A dozea Generals stood in firm array ;
Boch rosy beauties, nature meant for Kings:
-Subjects bare treat enough to see such things.

Song, KING. “Paddy O'CARROLL.”

My love is so pretty,
So charming and witty,
None in town or city

Her hand would disgrace:
My Lord of the woolsack
His coachman would pull back,
To get a look full smack

At her pretty face.
Mathematical teachers,
Stiff Methodist preachers,
And all those gay creatures

That walk about town:
Great foreign ambassadors
Never can pass her doors,
But my sweet love deplores

So much renown,
Though she drives a wheelbarrow
Through streets wide and narrow,
The schoolboys of Yarrow

May laugh if they dare:
Nor tasteful Grassina,
Nor Billingtonina,
Divine Catalina,

With ber can compare.
Nor head with a mitre,
Nor Gully the fighter,
Can find out a brighter

Than my pretty maid;
Nor army contractor.
Nor Spanish woolfactor,
Nor great tragic actor,

Can make her afraid.
Then for discrimination,
Or moralization,
No girl in high station,

Can beat her at tactie :

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