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Poetry-The Villager's Lay.

236 and overwhelms the remotest boun- | the superiority of Christianity to Deism dary, that is drawn around it. Does appears; but these points, if this obDeism proclaim the existence and tain admission to your miscellany, glory of a Great First Cause ? here it shall be reserved for discussion in the unites with the Bible. But the sacred next.

T. A. pages present stronger discoveries of

Oswestry, Oct. 12. infinite splendour, than ever the volume of nature could have furnished. In these, infinite Godhead is seen full

Poetry orb'd in his whole round of rays.' Shining in the person of Christ, he

THE VILLAGER'S LAY. appears in a view infinitely more grand than any thing of which Deism Now deeper shades advance, retiring light could aid the mcanest idea. And Yields to the invading solitude of night; could a scheme so vastly superior, and Twilight extends o'er varying bill and plain

, so full of the Divinity, originate with Welcome, sweet twilight! gentle daughter

And slumb'ring nature owns the tranquil reign. man? Compared with this brilliancy,

grey the sublimest discoveries of Nature of peaceful eve; pale orphan of the day; vanish like the morning shades before Sister of silence ! still to thee belong, the spreading beams of the lord of Calm monitress of thought, the charms of song! day; and the loftiest conce ns of

Now vivid landscape hues remotely fade,

And indistinctness veils the nearer glade ; Plato dwindle into utter insigni- Hills mix with hills, and vale with valley ficance.

blends; But the highest glory of Christianity | And beauty's undulating line extends arises from that system of mediation along the whole : lo, now appears in sight, which is the harmony of the awful and Pale twinkling herald of the radiant march

Hesperus, foremost in the van of night; amiable attributes of the Eternal, of heaven's unnumber'd hosts through yon opens a door of hope to a fallen world,

blue arch; and the certain prospect of unending Sweet hour' unwreck’d by elemental strife! bliss to all the “ransom'd of the Lord.” Chaste picture of the close of virtuous life; Where is the religion that can disclose When nature's twilight veils the sainted eye,

And dissolation's awful hour draws nigh ; a method of recovery, so“ honourable Yet ere the spirit flies—the star of faith to God and so safe to man?” What Opens a vista down the vale of death ; philosophic mind (unaided by revela- Bright harbinger of a transcendent train, tion) can suggest a plan of forgiveness Unseen till death eclipse the world of pain! which does not bear on the ruin of the Adieu, dear Village ! rural scenes,

adien! throne of God? Absolute benevolence Sweet train of wand'ring thought,-farewell can be the alone ground of depend

to you! ence; but the exercise of this towards Home draws my feet; eclips'd diarnal light

Now Cynthia's pale half-open'd eye of night, a being on whom justice has a claim, And thousand stars, shine meekly on the breast would involve such an inconsistency of tranquil nature lapp'd in dewy rest;: in the Divine procedure, as the perfec- Reminding man, devotion's eye to raise, tion of his nature and operations to breathe a prayer, and lisp a note of praise, must exclude. This subject has per- Wraps earth in nightly rest and man in love. plexed some of the wisest sages of antiquity; they have been lost in the Dome of creation! wonder-wrought design, dreary regions of wild conjecture ; out The scroll immense-immeasurably spread,

Primeval nature's attribute divine ! of which nothing can explore a way, God's glorious record ! indistinctly read but those effulgent rays which beam By all his sons :-by him with savage grace, forth from the glorious gospel of the Who reads no letter, save on nature's face; blessed God.

Who hears no voice point to creation's plan, If then the Christian revelation is so

Assert its birth, and tell him he is man;

With silent wonder, thy diverging sphere essential to correct views of the cha- Inspires his soul, and points his off'ring there. racter and proceedings of God; and if Forsook of truth's fair beam, his soul, though no scheme apart from it can furnish

dark, the information we need; how far Strikes from thy glories one corruscant spark; Deism, in rejecting it, acts accordantly Prostrates his mind beneath the starry dome,

nature's thickest gloom with sound reason, I demand its advo- Unknown beside, the glorious Deity, cates to determine.

In night's deep stillness he adores in thee. When I began these remarks, it was

Fair azure vault! what eye seen thy my intention to take a more compre- span, hensive view of the instances in which Nor read the record of the Eternal's plan?


Poetry-The Villager's Lay, 8c.


Ons eye hath glanc'd; nor did thy wonders When all the sons of God together sangdart,

The morning stars in choral concert rang ; That heavenly truth, the simplest Christian read, And as they journey'd in their golden spheres, Of a first cause, conviction to his heart; Drop't their young splendours on the birth of Unread that truth, though legibly impress'd years; On thy bright aspect, as within bis breast; -Hé view'd it, as the deep unfathom'd realm, The Atheist reads not-he by science led, Where the pale moon delay'd ber silvery helm Mounts to the skies on telescopic wing; When bid, at pious Joshua's command, Attends each planet through its wondrous ring; For Israel's faith o'er Ajalon to stand; And bounds its orb-marks its eccentric course, He view'd it, as the citadel of light; Spans its dimensions--calculates its force- The lofty portal of the realms of sight; Proclaims its stay-predicts its sure return, The ceiling of the palace of the blest, While nations tremble to behold it burn. The glitt'ring confines of celestial rest; --But strange to tell! from this stupendous The blazon of munificence sublime, height

The glorious transcript of coeval time! He sinks, and plunges to the depths of night!

END OF THE VILLAGER'S LAY. The skill that led him through this wondrous maze,

To Pour'd on philosophy, oh! immortal blaze;

Mr. R. M. H.
That harmony divine which rules the whole,

As a memorial of' inany
Allur'd his reason, but left blank his soul.
While his proud spirit in its rapturous flight,

Delightful Rural Rambles;
Bath'd in the region of the fount of light :

And as an acknowledgment of gratitude,

for the From that warm source into his darken'd soul He felt no hallow'd emanation roll,

Social, Intellectual, and Religious, He saw no Power, that with almighty will

Daring several years of a most

Affectionate Friend and Gemm'd night's blue concave with transcend

Worthy Man, ent skill, But knowing much--still less, as more he saw,

The foregoing Juvenile Poem

Is Inscribed by Knew he the uthor of great nature's law;

THE AUTHOR. And though with him the circling spheres he

Jan. 18, 1821. trod, He spurn'd—believ'd not-knew not-prais’d not God.

EPIGRAM-From Martial. Fair azare vault when winter's northern blast

I YIELD to love, but Nisa wishes more;

I must not love alone, but must adore ;
A glist'ring robe of snows around had cast;
In the keen clearness of the frosty night,

But, Nisa, the event will fully prove
Charm'd with its richness of cerulean light;

That if I worship thee, I cease to love.
Oft hath he stood, in wealth and science poor,
Immers’d in thought before his cottage door;
The simple Rustic :- view'd the wide expanse,

Too ignorant he to read the laws of chance ;

DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY. Too weak to dive that philosophic pool, From her cheek has fled the glowing hue. Sound its deep mysteries, and emerge a fool!

And her eyes have lost their heav'nly blue, Unskilful he to trace the solar path Through summer's charms, or winter's stormy Pale and inanimate, tell her dead :

And her lips so late of ruby red, wrath :

The ringlets roll on her breast of snow, Unknowing he to mark the comet's track,

Which erst with rapture was wont to glow, Resolve its orbit, and announce it back: For Galileo's tube ne'er met his eye,

But never again will heave the sigh,

Nor glow with generous sympathy. Nor Newton's spirit led him throagh the sky, To the grave she's borne by weeping friends, Nor in those regions drunk at learning's spring, And the bursting sigh each'bosom rends; Dar'd flutter vainly on presumption's wing: Her spirit freed from its mortal clay, -Fair azure vault! simplicity's dear child,

To elysian shades swift wings its way. View'd stars as stars, that spangled o'er thy

Priestgate, Peterborough.

J. R.
And when the comet's awful splendour blaz'd,
As such he view'd it, and serenely gaz'd;
Knowing the Power whenoe first its course EDWARD AND MATILDA,

A Poem, in Two Cantos,
Would guide it safely past the flaming sun.
He saw the galaxy's white streamy train,
But could not to its mystery attain;
While new discov'ries blazon'd Herschel's

Canto the First. fame, Unknown to him, his systems and his name ; Hard by the borders of a fragrant grove, Fair azare vault! in thy resplendent zone, Where sweetly sung in cadences of love The glorious characters of wisdomn shone; The tuneful warblers of the feather'd race, He view'd it as the realm where sov'reign The gay frequenters of the peaceful place; pow'r

Dwelt cheerful Edward and his charming bride, Flash'd new-born light in its ereated hour, His dear Matilda, all his joy and pride; When day, emerging from eternal night, And the fair mistress of his heart's desire, Felt the great fiat. Let there now be light!” | With equal love, returned his ardent fire.


BY T. N.


Poetry-Edward and Matilda, 8c.


Szaroe bad gay Sol in golden chariot driv'n Till an old ruin, open'd to his sight, Twice round the earth, through the blue vault That added to the terror of the night; of heav'n,

Vast fragments of a pond'rous size around, Since first they dwelt in this their snug retreat, Bestrew'd its base, and scatter'd o'er the Far from the pomp and splendour of the great; ground, Far from the noise and bustle of the town, And creeping ivy most delib'rate crawls In rustic scenes their happiness to crown; In great profusion o'er its tott'ring walls. When, lo! the demon of destruction came, He at the rain look'd, and anxious ey'd, The muse forbids me here to pen his name, And from a lofty turret soon espied In rank a lord ; in disposition vile;

A light that issäed through the broken wall, And undeserving of so great a style

And at that moment heard a suppliant call, Struck with the beauty of Matilda fair,

“ Oh! spare me, spare me,

cried a fault'ring Ilis only thought was how he could ensnare

sound And captivate the charms of one so bright, “Oh! spare me, spare me," echo whisper'd Who stood so tempting in his hateful sight.

round. Alas the time, in an unguarded hour,

Then swift as light'ning through the court he Betrayed by grandeur and apparent pow'r,

flies, The lost Matilda gives up every tie,

And to a pond'rous door his strength applies, And yields the victim of his treachery; That yields admittance to his pow'rful arm, To foreign climes he hastens with his prize, It's creaking hinges sound a dire alarm. And all his black desires he gratifies ;

Then straight he enters, and explores the place, Nor gives reflection time; no moment's stay; His bosom charg’d, he hastes with quicken'd But swift as light, he bears his prize away.

When in the corner of the hall appears,

The crambling remnant of a winding stairs.
Canto the Second.

Soon he ascends, but ere yet at the top, WHILE through the capola of losty trees,

The noise of footsteps causes him to stop, That bend submissive to the pressing breeze,

When a deep groan in awful cadence rang Bright Sol resplendent shot his ev’ning ray,

Through Edward's frame, but boldly on he And sweetly sunk the golden prb of day;

sprung When mounting high 'midst pearly stars of When 0! what horrors broke upon his siglit,

Soon he ascended to the topmost height, night, The pallid moon appears as silver bright;

Through the dull glimm’ring of a lamp's pale The air serene; a universal calm ;

light: A vile

assassin o'er a female form, And meditation dropt her soothing balm ; Nor e'en a sound disturbs the silent vale,

His reeking dagger with her blood still warm;.

Yet in his hand he held the fatal blade,
Save the soft music of the nightingale,
That sweetly floated on the ev'ning air;

That deadly havock in her heart had made; To lull the sorrows of desponding care

Senseless she lay extended on the floor,

Drench'd in the deluge of her crimson gore. But soon the sky a different aspect wore : Black clouds contend, and winds begin to roar; With fury on the monster, Edward sprung, The nightingale's sweet harmony had ceas'd ; And with his sword his ruthless bosom stung; And the stern fury of the storm increas’d, Deep in his breast he strikes the well-plac'd The dismal screech-owl now began her note- wound, That rung discordant through her noisome Pierces his heart, and brings him to the ground: throat;

Then turns around opprest with woe and care, Still on Matilda Edward's mind was bent, Heaves up a sigh, and mourns the lifeless fair ; Which many a pang of recollection rent, Seizing her hand with sympathetic grace, When a loud sbriek assail'd his wond'ring ear, Beholds the lost Matilda in her face. He grasp'd his sword, and, unappall’d by fear, Rush'd on unmindful of the storm with speed,

A sudden shiv'ring strikes his manly form, To whence he thought he heard the sound pro

His strength departs, his blood no more runs ceed;

warm; Scarce bad he enter'd at a gloomy wood,

His lips turn pale, his heart froze to its core,

He sinks! he falls ! and never rises more. And scarcely knowing what he then pärsu'd ; When the heart-rending sound he heard again, Still he pursued, but still it proved in vain;

LINES ON A SKULL, Quite lost, bewilder'd, and depriv'd of light, Save when the liquid lightning, vivid, bright, Brought from the Field of Waterloo, and placed in Cast round the scene a momentary ray,

a Hermitage in Wales. The only means to guide his dreary way.

In this lone spot, oh friend or stranger !
Tired and fatigued, he turns to seek his cot

Start not this human wreck to view,
At some far distance from this dismal spot,
When the loud thunder's most tremendous roar

Brought from the field of strife and danger,

The immortal field of Waterloo.
Burst with more fury than it had before.
Preceded by another shriek of woem

Whatever fierce contending nation
Which strongly prompted him still on to go,

Birth to its silent owner gave, He throught from whence he heard the piteous It now is no consideration !

We all are equal in the grave. . cry Could not be far, determin’d to descry; Mechanic toil, and proud ambition, A pray’r to heaven's all bounteous throne he Submit alike to fate's decree; sent,

And brought at length to this condition, Then grasp'd his sword, and boldly on he went, What this appears, thine soon must be.


Poetry-Elegy on the late Beilby Porteus.


Whether in fight to perish greatly,

How then in sable weeds thy sons array'd In fields of glory be thy lot,

Would weep their folly, and their crimes deOr in a palace rich and stately,

plore; Or stretch'd on straw, it matters not; Too late, alas, that fruitless tribute paid, For spite of every false suggestion,

Swells but his merits and thy guilt the more! of wealth, or vanity, or pride,

Yet, grandeur, hear, when o'er the dark unknown Alas! the solemn dreadful question

At life's sure close ye stand in dread suspense, Is, how we liv'd ?-not, when we died? R.

When pleasure, power, and vain parade are


With all the paltry joys of mortal sense.
On a half-length Portrait of the Poet
Cowp&r, imituted from the Latin of Shall dart her vivid sonl-pervading light,

Then holy Truth, no longer spurn'd aside, Beauhausen.

While rousing conscience rends the veil of The hand that half of Cowper drew,

pride, Most prudent we may call;

And rob'd in thunder reassnmes her right. The Artist, when he painted, knew

With anguish wrung beneath her piercing frown, That none could paint the whole.

Should then a Porteus in your aid appear,
His counsels would ye spurn, his pray’rs dis-


Or, as of late, repay him with a speer? ON THE LATE BEILBY PORTEUS, Ah! no, your high-born souls, no longer proud, Lord Bishop of London.

Trembling would hear his pious accents flow, Say, letter'd Muse, thou whose high-soaring Who fear their God, and shun eternal woe.

And gladly join, though late, the vulgar crowd song, Wafts grateful incense to the shrine of pride, Then, ere that awful hour arrive, prepare Must e'en to me the wighty theme belong, While yet ye may, while heav'n vouchsafes To sing how Porteus liv'd, how Porteus died ? you breath, Round some proud Nimrod's blood-besprinkled Lest sin involve you in her fatal snare, urn,

And justice hurl you to eternal death.
The roses bloom, the circling laurels twine,
Extoll’d by thee, his fame the nations learn,
And crown the fiend-like murderer divine.

Bat when the pious hero yields to death,

Mrs. Barton, who resides upon a farm No high eulogium swells the pompoas strain, No lofty arn displays the labour'd wreath,

in the parish of Mansfield, had for Where tombs and statues thror the mould

some time observed one of her bens to 'ring fane.*

be in a lingering state: the hen dying Ah! wherefore say to him alone denied ? a few days ago, curiosity prompted “ Slew he no victims at ambition's shrine?” Mrs. B. to examine into the cause of Or rais’d your hatred when to Heav’n he cried its death ; but in attempting to draw it, To blast the warrior's impious design?

she took hold of a substance which she Or tell, ye proud who bask in fortune's ray, was unable to remove: one of her nien Did he with truth, your noble ears defile, Drag anpolite your vices into day,

being present, immediately took his Nor soothe your greatness with a flatt'ring knife and opened the fowl, when, to smile?

their utter astonishment, they disThis silence hence, thrice bappy envied lot,

covered a large toad, which had grown Free from the slime of Adulation's tongue, fast to the side of the hen !! By Christians honour'd, by the wise forgot, By men neglected, and by angels sung! Long as throughout th' infinity of space

ARCHDEACON PALEY. Unnumber'd orbs in mazy circles roll, Long as our central Sun retains bis place, In a stage coach, in which Paley was And pond'rous Earth revolves upon her pole, travelling from the North, was a petty Thy works,great man,shall live,shall still convey tradesman from a town near the ArchTheir healing influence to the tortur'd mind, deacon's residence, who gave himself While breathing marbles into dust decay, And float unheeded on the reckless wind.

airs, and expressed dissatisfaction at

the accommodations on the road. On Thy classic page with purest precept fraught, the arrival of the coach at a capital Thy holy zeal, and unaffected strain, Thy clear profundity of justest thought,

inn, the passengers were shewn into a Convince the doubtful and confound the vain! large, well-furnished room, where every Ungrateful world! thy loss could'st thou but thing was too good for the most fastiknow,

dious person to find the least fault. Or from the future tear its dark disguise, “ This is tolerably comfortable,” said To see how long the stream of time must flow, Ere such another sun shall gild thy skies.

the pompous passenger, “but after all

it is not like home.”—Very unlike * Westminster Abbey,

home, indeed, Sir,” said Paley.



(With an Engraving.)

243 Destruction of the Caxton Printing-office. 244

About three o'clock the roof fell in. This event was announced by the mount

ing fire, which rose to a tremendous On Tuesday, January 30th, 1821, a height above the building, carrying most dreadful fire broke out in the Cax- into the air flakes of burning paper, ton Printing-office, Liverpool, which, which whirled around in a most awful in a few hours, reduced this lofty and manner, and apparently setting the extensive pile of buildings to a heap of whole firmament in a blaze. The winruins.

dows at this time were wholly demoThe fire was first publicly discovered lished by the fire; so that the current about one o'clock in the morning; and of air which the apertures admitted, the alarm being given, some of the gave new vigour to the flames, and augpeople employed on the establishment, mented the conflagration. and who lived on and near the pre- The engines unhappily arrived too mises, were roused from their beds. late, either to extinguish the fire, or These immediately gave notice to to preserve any part of the bnilding; others who lived in the vicinity; and the devouring element having obtained all, with the utmost expedition, hast- such an ascendancy, as to bid defiance ened to the awful spot, to render all to all opposition. In the meanwhile

, the assistance in their power in extin- as the fire increased, the various floors guishing the flames. The engines were successively gave way, imparting in instantly called; but, unfortunately, their burning descent an additional stithey had been previously conducted to mulus to the flames, which seemed to another fire which had just happened triumph in their acquisition of new in the northern part of the town; so combustible matter. The spectacle, at that nearly an hour elapsed from the this time, was dreadfully sublime. The first discovery of the fire to the time of paper in the air appeared like balloons their arrival.

on fire; and a considerable part of the The fire first appeared in a small town was illuminated with the light apartment in the north-west end of the that the flames emitted. The burning composing-room. This apartment con- fragments were whirled in various ditained old type, and sundry stores of rections, covering the ground with the various kinds, together with waste memorials of desolation, to an extent proofs, and was only occasionally vi- of nearly two miles. sited. Here it is probable that it re- About four o'clock a large portion of mained a considerable time, preying the eastern wall fell in with a horrid upon such articles as lay within its crash; but this, instead of deadening range, until it had acquired strength the fire, gave a new momentary impulse to burst forth into one general blaze. to the flames, which, gathering round From this room the frames ascended to the materials, retained their wonted the rooms above, which were filled with vigour, and thus gained an opportunity books, sheets

, and numbers; and in less of issuing from the sides, and pouring than an hour the upper stories exhi- the fiery inundation without any bited an extended volume of flame. struction.

The men, on entering the building, The men who managed the engines, hastened first to the press-room, in the on finding that all efforts to extin. northern end of which they discovered guish the fire were unavailing, turned fire falling from the small room above, their attention to the adjacent buildin which it probably originated. They ings, pouring streams upon them, 1. then ascended the stairs, and attempted prevent a communication of the contito enter the composing-room, but this guous flames. Many of these were so was so completely filled with smoke close to the burning pile, that had the and fire, that they were compelled to re- walls near them fallen in that direction treat, without being able to secure some they must inevitably have been involved valuable manuscripts which lay on dif- in the common wreck. These walls, ferent frames, where they had been however, providentially stood, until the working on the preceding day. The fire had abated, and the wind being fire then communicated from room to favourable for the preservation of the room in its descent, until the whole contiguous cottages, not one of them building about three o'clock presented was set on fire. nothing but a bed of fire, or an im- The direction of the wind, during bodied flame.

the conflagration, was nearly south,


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