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251 Destruction of the Caxton Printing-office. 252 until arrangements can be made for rendered by those who were on the their future accommodation. Some spot, particularly by his younger son trifling delays may indeed be occa- Mr. Seth Nuttall Fisher, who, by his sioned, arising from the difficulties active exertions, preserved some valuwhich the different agents will have to able articles at the risk of his life. encounter, in obtaining the means of Feb. 13th, 1821. executing orders, from these distant depositaries and resources. But these LETTERS OF CONDOLENCE, temporary and unavoidable inconve- | AMIDST the distresses which the preniencies, we hope, will be patiently ceding misfortane has occasioned, it is borne by our respectable friends, on gratifying to hear the voice of sympa the present distressing occasion. We thy. The language of condolence is therefore desire them to give their always pleasing to those who suffer orders as usual, and to expect their from calamity, especially when dictated supplies through the accustomed chan- by feelings which mothing but humanels.
nity could excite. A sensibility of this The Imperial Magazine, the Bee, favour, it is hoped, will be a sufficient the Works of Isaac Ambrose, the apology for the insertion of the followFarmer's Directory and Farrier's Guide, ing Letters; to the former of which we are either already in the press, or will give, in an engraving, a fac-simile of speedily be resumed, as arrangements the writer's signature. have been made for their continuance and completion.
« Dear Sir, The Caxton Printing-office, which “I read with great concern of this dreadwas originally erected for a cotton ma- ful conflagration. I sincerely hope nufactory, was 104 feet long, 45 feet that you are fully insured ; still the wide, and, on the western side, seven confusion and injury to your Concern stories high; but, from the rising ground, must be lamentable.
I could not do only six stories on the east. The whole justice to my own feelings, without building was lighted with 143 windows. expressing as much, and assuring Mr. The upper story contained the stock of Fisher and
sincere esteem books in sheets, and was completely at all times." full. The second, was nearly filled with « Believe me your's, &c. numbers, and books half bound, for sale. The third, was appropriated to the drying and folding of sheets, the stitching of numbers, and the colouring of plates. The fourth, was the composing room. The fifth, was the press room. The sixth, was devoted to copperplate engraving, and printing, and contained the paper warehouse.
The "3d Feb. 1821.
G. P. O. seventh, included vaults for coals, a “ Mr. Drew, Liverpool." pump, cellars, &c.
Such was the Caxton Printing-office. « LORD Galway is extremely sorry to But in an ill-omene moment, it was find by the Newspapers, that Mr. set on fire, in all probability by a fatal Fisher has sustained so great a loss by Rocket, which, in a few destructive the burning of the Caxton Printing hours, reduced this stupendous pile
, Press at Liverpool; and as Lord Galwith all its valuable contents, to a heap way has been a purchaser of “The of ruins. The rubbish still continues to Imperial Magazine" since its commencesmoke with deeply-buried fires, which ment, he hopes that valuable publicaoccasionally break forth into a visi- tion will not be obliged to be discontible flame, although nearly three weeks nued on account of that truly melanhave elapsed since the dreadful catas- choly catastrophe : from this circom trophe took place. When this fire stance Lord Galway has been induced broke out, it unfortunately happened to trouble Mr. Fisher with this letter
, that Mr. Fisher was from home; he as he should lament with having gone to London on business, if it were so.
Lord Galway begs Mr. not more than two days prior to this Fisher to address him, Seilby Hall
, event. But his presence could have Bawtry, Nottinghamshire. added littlo to the assistance that was
" Seilby, Feb. 7th, 1821.”
On the Genius and Writings of Lord Byron,
The following lines we copy from
TO THE EDITOR OF THE IMPERIAL the Kaleidoscope, of Liverpool, for
MAGAZINE. Feb. 6th, 1821.
With the exception of those who suf- Sır,--If the following observations, are fered from the flames, scarcely any spec- worthy a place in your Imperial Magatator could survey the blazing specta- zine, I shall be happy to see them in cle, without feeling something of poetic serted in it as soon as possible, inspiration. The whole scene terribly sublime. Every minute im
On the Genius and Writings of Lord parted a new feature to horror., The darkness of the night; the 'mounting
Byron. dames, bending before the easy breeze, There perhaps never was a man, in their curling summits. trembling with the whole annals of English literature, every contlicting corruscation; the who attained so high a station amongst sinking pile; and the burning timbers the poets, within so short a space of projecting from the desolated walls, time, as Lord Byron. When we recommunicated inconceivable grandeur flect, however, that the tendency of all to the conflagration.
writing should be to the side of virtue
and morality, and that every author is SKETCH, AFTER THE RECENT FIRE responsible for the ill effects which his
writings produce, we cannot but look
upon Lord Byron with a considerable CAXTON PRINTING-OFFICE. degree of horror. The more powerful
the genius of a man may be, if those DREAR was the night, and load the whistling powers are employed in the cause of wind
vice and in the promotion of evil, the Swept o'er the sleeping earth, as lone I mus'd more they call for a louder denunciar On days gone by: sudden a fearful gleam Flash o'er the sky's black pall, from whence
tion against them; and we feel, that to No solitary star smil'a on the world ;
praise such a man, would only be But soon the hallow'd stillness of the night
heaping destruction upon his head. To other regions flew, as the loud cry
He may become the idol of many, and Of Fire," in clattering echoes rush'd upon be acknowledged as a master spirit; My ear. In anxious dread I hurried forth,
but we must recollect, that with such When, lo! the giant flames illum'd the skies In wild portentous eddies! Approaching
qualities he is like the image which Near the scene with mind by awe-subdu'd,
the king of Babylon saw in his dream, 1 gaz'd in sorrow on the raging pow'r part gold and part silver, but part Sweeping destruction o'er a noble pile, brass and clay; and such an one must In which the works of years had labour'd inevitably fall in pieces. To advance ingenious art.
When we speak of Lord Byron, we In vain the silv'ry streams of water do it with a full consciousness of his Pour on the quenchless flames ! Reckless the mighty genius; we speak of him as of blast
a man gifted beyond all mortal calcuOf night hurls the destroying element Through the long line of building, searching
lation, as exploring the “untravell’d Each room in savage devastation!
deserts of the soul,” and as one who And now the heavens present a golden
drops his line of research" deeper Canopy of lighted particles, whilst
than ever did plummet sound.” But The curling smoke whirls its black folds while we acknowledge his power, we Up to th' embracing skies! Down fall The crackling beams, and hissing flames burst regret that it should be so misdireeted; forth
we lament to see a mind, so noble in Throagh windows numberless!
itself, wasting its greatness in por
traying characters so detestable, in Yet one short hour, and wreck and ruin Only meet the eye. But now devouring
picturing murderers, adulterers, and Flames assuage, and the bare skeleton
assassins. Throughout all his writings of building hovers in trembling air;
there is none of that sweet balm, that Quickly the breathless pause of expectation holy tenderness, that supports and Portrays each gazing countenance. The firm. heals the troubled soul. The force of Supports slowly recede, and down The lofty walls are harľa with hideous crash
piety he has never felt ; his hope is În mingled cries of horror! 'Twas a piteous the soul” which points to a future
not hope, for it is not that" anchor of Hour, to see this noble pile, extensively Arrang'd for usefal parposes, thus
a better world. The rock of faith he
cannot rest upon, and the still small N. N. voice of peace speaks not to him. The
Leveld with the dust!
255 On the Genius and Writings of Lord Byron. 256 heavenly feeling that cheers to the poets. But Lord Byron's love is latest moment, that smooths the brow wholly Eastem: he knows nothing of woe, and that renders placid the of that feeling which bends before the visage of old age, he is unacquainted object of its earthly adoration in purity with ; and the star that shall rise be- and truth; he never tells us of that yond the dreary grave, telling the for- sweet constancy" that“ happy time" giveness of every fault, and welcoming in which the pilgrim to his home, is to him a
a love-knot on a lady's brow dream,-a vision,-a deceit. His hope Is fairer than the fairest star in beav'n. is annihilation,-futurity a jest,--and
Wordsworth. his religion despair. He laughs at the No; his beings are only lovely to weakness, as he deems it, of his fellow- him, in proportion as their feet and creatures, and tramples in cold-blood-hands resemble the whiteness of ed mockery upon all the best interests marble, and their long tresses that of of a true Christian. What can we gold. The features of the body he think of the man who tells us of death pictures, but he never gives them the as being
heavenly features of the soul-his The first dark day of nothingness,
hero's are monsters--his heroines are The last of danger and distress.
harlots. In Mazeppa there is adul
Giaour. tery-in Parisina incest-and in ManAgain, in his song to Inez, in Childe fred that which makes us shudder to Harold, he speaks of the mark trace ;-though the crime is obscurely The fabled Hebrew wanderer bore,
told, yet there is sufficient to show us That will not look beyond the tomb,
that he who can delight to revel in But cannot hope for rest before,
such scenes of wickedness is far gone Another specimen, and then I have indeed. From the shameless Don Juan done; he tells us, that
I will not pollute my page with a quoreligions take their turn.
tation : it is loathsome beyond con'Twas Jove's, 'tis Makomet's, and other creedsception. How truly is it to be reWill rise with other years till man shall learn gretted, that the highest powers of Vainly his incense soars his victim bleeds.
poetry are so demean'd as to become There is not a single passage in all the channels for so much impurity—we he has ever written, that can shed one
lament to see the whole strength of a
man like Lord Byron, thrown away ray of hope, or cast one gleam of peace, upon creatures with whose actions we upon the soul. We take up no matter which—all is gloom and obliged to hate. But, however,
are disgusted, and whom we despair, the hero lives—becomes a
matters not, in his own estimation, villain--dies, and makes no sign. Look to his Manfred, his Giaour, his what objects are chosen, or what crimes Lara, and all he has written. They portrayed, for he tells us that the are a chaos of fiendish wretchedness,
lyre is horror, and misanthropy. He breathes The only heaven to which earth's children may
aspire. but it is the icy Sarsar wind of
Childe Haroldt. death: he looks—but it is the wither
When we take up the works of a ing sneer of a demon,
poet, we expect to find in them someHe is as devoid of patriotism also as
thing that shall give us an exalted be is of every amiable virtue. The idea of God and heaven—that shall man who could pass over the ground
raise our thoughts—or that shall at whereon bis countrymen fell and bled, least create in us such a train of feeland address them as
ings, that when we close the volume, Ambition's honour'd foolso there let themrot, thoughlife be in some degree rough
we shall rise with a consciousness that deserves nothing but contempt. While thorny, yet the steady practice of rehis country was engaged in a desperate ligion and virtue will enable us to conflict, did he wield the sword did he bear its ills with patience, looking devote his own powerful genius in her unto the recompense of reward. But behalf ? No; rambling in a foreign who ever took up one of Lord Byron's Jand, he turned the powers be possess poems with such feelings, and did ed against her, and falsely charged not find that it cast a chilling damp her as one
over his thoughts-a gloom which enwho fights for all..but ever fights in vain. deavoured to chain his soul to earth Love has been the theme of many and earthly things ? Who, I ask, ever
DEVOTION NOT TO BE CONSTRAINED.
found one persuasive to religion, or one for the Gentlefolks, we have nothing to incentive to virtae, in all ke has ever do with it; hear what he says, A liglit written? His feelings are not those to lighten the Gentbefolks. feelings which wonder at their own Are there not Heathens in Albion, sweet win," scattering beauty around as well as in Owhyhee ? them and which picture this earth as a path
FULFILMENT OF A PREDICTION. a flowery path to heavenly skies. A Gentleman travelling in a stage No; he never touches upon these coach, attempted to divert the comthings-he draws but one portrait-it pany by ridiculing the Scriptures, a is that of a man laden with iniquity- common practice with the sceptics of who lives in settled gloon-gnasbing the present day: "As to the prophehis teeth in silence--and who views cies,” said he,“ in particular, they were his own vicious actions without re- all written after the events took place.” morse. It is that of a man who keeps Aministerin the coach,who had hitherto aloof from his fellow-creatures-devoid been silent, replied, “Sir, I must beg of every social feeling, and foremost leave to mention one remarkable proin every crime. Burns, the dissipated phecy as an exception, 2 Pet. iii. 2. Burns, had far loftier ideas of all that Knowing this first, that there shall is great and good, than this man; and come in the latter days scoffers.” Now knew much more of the duty of a real Sir, whether the event be not long poetfor in one of his letters he de- after the prediction, I leave the comclares that an “irreligious poet is a pany to judge. monster.”
The mouth of the scorner was stopBut is there any hope of a change-ped ! of a renunciation of those infidel principles which he now cherishes ? It is true that there are hints and passages An Arabian once, in a mosque where in his writings, which indicate better Ali was present, said his prayers in feelings ; but these recur but seľđom, such an improper manner of pronunthey "come like shadows, so đepart. ciation, as enraged the caliph: who, Perhaps it might be wrong to say that when he had ended, reproved him, and, such a change is impossible, but we hurling his slippers at him, commanded are obliged to say, it is unlikely, for him to repeat them, which he did with tho' we may be willing to hope that he great propriety of tone and emphasis. will one day come to that fountain After he had done, says Ali, “Surely which is open for sin and for unclean- thy last prayers were better than the ness, yet we must recollect that men former.” By no means,” replied the do not gather figs of thorns, or grapes Arab, “ for the first I said from devoof thistles.
tion to God, but the last from the blow Your's respectfully, of thy slippers!”
G, M. Bridge Street, Derby.
ANECDOTE OF DR. GIFFORD.
As the late Dr. Gifford was one day Anecdotes.
shewing the British Museum to stran
gers, he was much hurt by the profane MR. EDITOR,
conversation of a young gentleman pre
sent. The Doctor taking an ancient SIR,- If the following Anecdotes comport with the design of your excellent copy of the Septuagint, and shewing it miscellany, I shall be glad to see them to him"Oh,” said the gentleman, “I inserted in its columns.
can read this. “Well,” said the DocYour's, ex animo,
read that passage," pointing to OOTAVIAN.
the third commandment. Here, the Skelton, Cleveland, Yorkshire.
gentleman was so struck, that he immediately left off swearing.
How apposite is a word in season! Two poor Cottagers looking into a country church, just as the minister was Distinction between Also,and Likewise. giving out his text, A light to lighten A Quaker, in one of our courts of justhe Gentiles, &o."."Come along,' said tice, being borne upon by the oppothe one to the other, “I told you it was site counsel harder than he liked, em
The Moralizer. No. 6.
braced an opportunity to retaliate solitude; whether gazing at the compe“Why, said he to, the lawyer, dost tition of the great, or sighing in the cell thou use the word also and likewise in of the contrite ; little sagacity will be the same sense?” · Why not, replied needed, in order to discover the hope the learned gentleman; where is the of excellence in every station, and to difference? I will convince thee, re- detect it under every disguise. --The joined the Quaker, that there is a dif- merchant prides himself on the compar ference. Here, for instance, is Mr. - rative superiority of his wares; and be is my counsel; and thou art a coun- the husbandman on the early maturity sellor also; but thou art not a counsel- of his fruits. The critic values himlor like wise,”
self on his display of penetration, in
the exposure of a blemish; and the THE MORALIZER.NO. 6.||
philosopher, on his profundity of inves
tigation, in the defence of a system. Saturday, November 4th, 1820. That those, however, who possess
fewest attainments, evince most preAt palchrum est digito monstrari, et dicier hic sumption, is a position, in the establishest, Pers.
ment of which, we must not allow geneThemistocles, the Athenian general, ral consent to supply the deficiency of at the close of a war, the success of certain evidence. It is not indeed surwhich had been principally secured by prising, that this opinion should be so the propriety of his counsels and the commonly received, and so industridecision of his conduct, entered a pub- ously propagated; since its adoption lic assembly; where he was received may appear an object of interest to no with such a burst of applause, and inconsiderable part of our community. distinguished by such marks of respect, Real worth, it will be admitted, may as to extort the confession, that hé naturally regard with disgust, the regarded his feelings, at that moment, unmerited preference paid to obsea full compensation for all his exer- quiousness of manners; and on this tions, his oppositions, and his labours. principle, there exists no difficulty, in Nor is it less generally understood, accounting for that supercilious conthat a celebrated writer of the last tempt, with which the advocates of century, whose productions have emi- learning and virtue
have almost nently promoted the interests of virtue, invariably surveyed those, whose sole and whose name is securely enrolled in recommendations have been rather the lists of immortality, expressed his splendid than useful, and showy than satisfaction, at having been selected substantial, The immoderate indulas the object of popular attention, and gence of any affection, though in itself plebeian admiration.
laudable, becomes pernicious; and Yet this tribute of respect, however that food, which if taken in due quanmerited, and however awarded, influ- tity might have contributed to the ences multitudes, whose pretensions preservation of life, is thus converted to celebrity are more unassuming, and into deadly poison. whose desires for distinction are less, It was the incitement of popular aduardent. The love of fame is a passion lation, in conjunction with passions whose agency is as uniformly admitted, no less vigorous, which induced the as its effects are universally experieno- conqueror of Asia to act as a lawless ed; and whose direction must be deter- incendiary, in the performance of an mined by the
several situations of those, exploit, which was succeeded in the who are the subjects of its operations. mind of the monarch by the upbraidings But neither is its essential existence of conscious guilt, and the bitterness destroyed by a limitation of its sphere of ineffectual penitence; and it has of exertion; nor its native force dimi- been the misfortune of multitudes, to nished by a paucity of incentives
to mistake the voice of the vulgar for the action. A principle so forcible, will instructions of reason, and repose no more disdain the solitary savage, firmer reliance on the interested decithan it will dread the civilized citizen; sions of others, than on the more certain and will be equally eager to exhibit dictates of self-conviction. the efficacy of its operations, in the conduct of some characters, whose rustic group, as in the regal hall. abilities have never been submitted to Whether
dancing in the mazes of diver- public notice and admiration, furnishes sion, or diving into the recesses of sufficient evidence, that the principle