Though we have already borrowed largely, the concluding pathetic address must not pass unnoticed: "Oh, Britain! oh, my native land! To science, art, and freedom dear! And brave the tempest's dread career! Beneath a stranger's chain to toil, The produce of thy sacred soil! Her little image asking fine attire; The prattle perfect to herself alone, And ha'f its well-remember'd snow reveals. ceed Shall commerce, wealth, and plenty smile That soothe when sorrows or disease as Along the silver-eddying Thames: Still shall thy empire's fabric stand, Admired and fear'd from land to land, Through every circling age renew'd, Unchanged, unshaken, unsubdued; As rocks resist the wildest breeze That sweeps thy tributary seas." 32. Woman: a Poem. By Eaton Stannard Barrett, Esq. Student of the Middle Temple; Murray; 12mo; pp. 76. WE shall describe this Poem in the Author's own words: "The following treats of Woman, as she stands with regard to Man, and appears in the daily walks of life. It is addressed, not to the free-thinker and the philosopher, but to the libertine, the pedant, and the clown. In short, it is a practical, instead of a theoretical essay; and, in order to be comprehended, requires of us an acquaintance, perhaps, with the common forms and relations of society, but dispenses with the perusal of Bolingbroke, Leibnitz, and Spinosa... How seldom do we mix in society without hearing the comparative merits of the sexes canvassed; without finding Woman either idolized by the courtier, or stigmatized by the profiigate; without being told, either that she was born to be an empress, or that she was meant to be a slave. It is, then, to vindicate her from these opposite opinions (each equally injurious to her) that the following poem was composed." Mr. Barrett has shewn himself an able champion of the Female Sex, in sail. INDEX INDICATORIUS. A CONSTANT READER wishes to know what are the necessary qualifications of a Sheriff for a County; and also the exemptions from serving that office. He is acquainted with two or three instances of gentlemen of large landed property, who have resided upwards of forty years in a County without having been Sheriffs thereof. We give LECTOR credit for good intentons: but his inclosure was not worth treble postage from Doncaster. Mr. FORSTER on the Modification of Clouds, in our next; with AN OCCASIONAL OBSERVER, on Obstetrical Delinquency, &c. &c. &c. THE THE STATUE OF THE DYING GLADIATOR. Written for Sir ROGER NEWDIGATE'S Prize at Oxford.] the tide SUNK on his shield - low bending o'er [side; Of life, fast gushing from his wounded Sunk on his shield while, firm, his trustier hand [sand, Supports him, drooping, on the martial The Champion lies his last aspiring aim To gain, by dying well, a deathless name. For this, his limbs, while rays of Hope illume [assume; His weak'ning frame, a feigned strength For this, no groan his labouring bosom swells, [teils; Nor start, convulsive, suffring anguish O'er his stern cheek no treach'rous-steal ing tear Rolls, the base moisture of degenerate fear: No selfish pang, nor sullen sighs, combine [design: To shake his soul, or mock his grand Serenely brave! he hears Death's summ'ning sound, And sternly silent eyes the fateful wound! Faint, and more faint, now ebbs the vital stream, [guor beam; His eyes, slow clos'd, with glimmering lanSwift o'er his limbs a sudden tremor flies, Each sinew fails, exhausted half he lies. Yet-rous'd again, with bolder firmness wrought, He holds each attitude his Master taught*; Till struggling sobs retiring life betray, Thus, true to life, his form the Statue Thus, trom the chissel, every feature lives. Mark! low the muscles, undulating, grow, Yes, Artist! thine the icy chill of rear'd,. The mimic form by magic life endear'd. Fate bade the Hero die; thy care alone Bade the fall'n Hero to revive in stone. Nor, while thy Gladiator's form shall stand Th' unrivali'd model of thy plastic hand: The Gladiators valued themselves in preserving, at the point of death, the attitudes they had before learned of the masters of detence. † Ctesilas. the day, Z. A. THE HAPPY HAY-MAKERS. I'LL tell you, good people, a story that's true, [Drew For the lad was John Hewet, the lass Sally 'Twas some time ago, but I can't name [the hay: When this pair of true lovers were tending They were honest, religious, and steady at work, And she rak'd the fresh swarth, which he toss'd with his fork; [said, He look do'er his shoulder, as smiling he "Our banns are outask'd, Sal, and tomorrow we wed!" When noontide was come, and they all sat to dine, He was choosing what colours would make her most fine; He pluck'd the hedge rose, and the daisy hè try'd, [defy'd: But her pure red and white all their beauty "Cease, Jack, if you love me," meck Sarah then cry'd, [rich bride, "For though flaunting gay colours adoın a In her plain russet gown must thy Sally be clad, [by her lad. And his common short frock must be worn "But I tremble to think of the ills that may wait, [of their fate: When so many are join'd who complain We are tying a knot, not to end, save [not love his wife :Who knows?-God forbid!----John may "Who knows, when these colours grow pale on my cheek, [seek? But a fresher, a fairer, my husband inay Who knows-but if sickness, if sorrow attend, That, the features once chang'd, I may with life- find a chang'd friend?" "Forbcar, my dear girl," and he spoke with a kiss, [cies like this: Loving John then replied; "have no fanThough comely thy person, it is but a part, [for heart. And I choose me a wife, not for face, but "But as in this life some grief still must attend, How happy! scarce known, could all sorrows now end; If If still innocent both, and still strangers to sin, [trials begin! We could now reach our home, ere our "Who knows how our hearts will temptation sustain ? [or pain? Or how patience may yield to misfortime Well pleas'd, and content, I could now end my life, And, instead of the church, seek the grave with my wife!" Whilst thus they converse, sultry vapours arise; [the skies; And obscure the bright sun, that enlightens The vast rolling clouds burst in thunder around, And the lightning's bright flashes now shine on the ground. The homely repast was most hastily clos'd; And as far spread the field to the tempest [they run, The Mowers disperse the girls shriek as "Till, screen'd under hedge-rows, they its expos'd, violence shun. But trouble or sorrow this pair never knew, [they flew; Contented, together from e'en danger Together, the blessings of Heaven now [of Love prove, In the mansions of Virtue, of Joy, and And berne to the church-yard, lamented and wept, [are kept, Beneath a green turf their pure relicks Where pitying friends their kind grievings renew, [Sally Drew. When they speak of John Hewet and sweet PARTING WITH MY DEAREST. O! I could leave, for evermore, My kindred and relations; But, like the wailings of despair, J. MAYNE. To a Friend, who desired me to write in Praise of a Laily whom he had seen, but knew not that there are Three Sisters. 1791 YOU task my Muse, and bid me raise And bid their Sister Graces hail! Alas! but little do you know i *The above Imes were written on the three daughters of Admiral Sir Richard King, bart. M. P. by Richard Vernon Sadieir, esq.-Harriet married Col. Barnett, 3d regiment of Guard; Louisa, Col. Hammond; Eliza, Capt. Rowley, of his Majesty's Navy. ELIZA'S ELIZA's smiles arrest my pen, Such are the lines which, in my early days, [praise; The sportive Muse would dictate to your But sober Age, though not to Beauty blind, [the mind: Seeks through the form the treasures of Frail are the charms which chance alone bestows, And transient as the blushes of the rose; Tis worth alone that gives a lasting grace, And spreads a genume lustre o'er the face; And, if my fading eye not yet has lost The penetrating skill it erst could boast, Those lovely features speak your souls [best;" Of what "seems virtuousest, discreetest, Andwhen exterior charms to these are join'd, Beauty's the faithful index of the mind; To that blest harmony devote your care, And the least praise shall be to call ye fair! possest *** The following Lines, from the pen of Mr. Scотт, are to be found, in his hand-writing, in the Album at Ulva. They are addressed to RONALD MACDONALD, Esq. the Laird of Staffa. Ulva is situated at a short distance from the island of Staffa. STAFFA! sprung from high Macdonald, Staffa! king of all kind fellows, HORACE AT BRIGHTON. Solvitur acris hyens, &c. Book I. Ode IV. NOW fruitful Autuinn lifts his sun-burnt [whiten; head, The slighted Park few cambric muslins The dry machines re-visit Ocean's bed, And HORACE quits awhile the town for Brighton. The Cit foregoes his box at Turnhamgreen, [phitrite, To pick up health and shells with Am White jeans have triumph'd o'er their Indian brethren. Here with choice food earth smiles, and ocean yawns, [ton; Intent alike to please the London glutThis, for our breakfast, proffers shrimps [and mutton. That, for our dinner, South-down lamb Yet here, as elsewhere, Death impartia! reigns, and prawns, Visits alike the cot and the PavilionAnd for a bribe, with equal scorn disdains, My half-a crown, and BARING'S half-amillion. Alas! how short the span of human pride, [are undone, Time flies, and Hope's romantic schemes CROSWELLER'S coach, that carries four inside, [to London. Waits to take back the unwilling Bard Ye circulating Novelists, adieu, Long envious cords my black portmanteau tighten; Billiards, begone! avaunt, illegal loo! Farewell, old Ocean's bauble, glittering Brighton! alas! WITHOUT fine tropes or metaphors, INTERESTING INTELLIGENCE FROM THE LONDON GAZETTES. Admiralty-office, Aug. 25. Extract of a letter from Sir. J. Saumarez, to J. W. Croker, Esq. dated Victory, Hano Bay, Aug. 1. Lieut. Templer, of the Earnest gunbrig, has captured a Danish cutter privateer, of two guns and 13 men, in the Cattegat, on the 28th ult.: and the boats of the Censor, Lieut. Lucas, cut out a French privateer sloop from the harbour of Stralsund, on the 25th; she is pierced for 4 guns, with a crew of 40 men, 3 of whom only were on board. The Martial gun-brig has captured a row-boat privateer belonging to Bornholm, with 12 men; and the Swan cutter has this morning brought in another row-boat of the same description, with 11 men, one of whom was killed, and andther wounded, in attempting to make their escape; and also re-captured a gal liot which she had taken. Admiralty-office, Aug. 28. Adm. Sir E. Nagle, Commander-in-chief of H.M.ships and vessels at Leith, has transmitted to J. W. Croker, Esq. a letter from Lieut. J. Nugent, commanding the Strenuous gun-brig, dated at Sea, the 10th inst. of which the following is an extract: "I take leave to acquaint you, that at ten a. m. this day, the Naze bearing East eight or nine leagues, a convoy of the Enemy's coasters (ten in number), consisting of schooners and sloops, were discovered steering to the Eastward between Fogstein and Hiteroe, under protection of a three-masted schooner and another armed vessel; not an, instant was lost in using every possible exertion to cut them off, particularly the threemaşted schooner, when unfortunately falling light winds, by the assistance of her sweeps, she escaped into Hiteroe; but we succeeded in turning the whole of the convoy, driving them on the rocks, and with the, boats brought off two, not withstanding their being protected by the troops on shore, whose discharges of musketry were unavailing; and I inclose a list of vessels captured and driven on shore. Three Brothers sloop, of 50 tons, laden with fish, tallow, tobacco, &c.; Two Brothers sloop, of 60 tons, laden with ditto; three schooners and four sloops (names unknown), same cargoes, driven on the rocks." Admiralty-office, Sept. 1. Sir J. Saumarez has transmitted to J. W. Croker, esq. a letter from Capt. Robinson, of the Prometheus sloop, giving an account of his having-chased on shore and de stroyed near Pillau, Aug. 2, the French GENT. MAG. October, 1810. schooner privateer Messilina, carrying 6 Admiralty-office, Sept. 4. The following Nereide, off the Mauritius, May 1. Sir, On reconnoitering the South-east coast upon this date, I perceived at the anchorage of Jacotel a ship of about 400 tons, and as she lay within: pistol-shot of the two batteries which commanded the entrance and the harbour, I did not leave the Nereide until twelve o'clock a.m. and after much difficulty, found and entered (at five) the narrow intriçate passage; and owing to low water, the surf half filling the boats, I was in hopes of landing and falling in upon their left battery without being discovered; but the Imperial schooner L'Estafette, of four brass guns and 14. men, commanded by Ensign de Vaisseau Henry Chauvin, unfortunately lying at anchor, so completely gave the alarm, that by the time the boats grounded, both batteries and two field-pieces were playing upon the only spot we could land; and our men no sooner formed upon the beach, than they were received by a heavy fire of musquetry. As every officer. knew before we landed what was to be done afterwards, the whole party was instantly upon the rum, and in 10 minutes in possession of the above battery. Having spiked the guns, we moved towards the guard-house, protected by two field-pieces, 40 troops of the 18th regiment of the line, 26 artillery, and a strong party of militia, the whole commanded by Lient. Rockman, of the 18th regiment. This party, while we were taking the battery, had attacked and driven our boats, with the division left to protect them, into the centre of the harbour. Their opening fire upon us, was the signal for charging, and, to my astonishment, they instantly gave way with a speed we could not equal; their officer, who deserved to command better soldiers, was taken prisoner, with his two field-pieces. Hitzerto twilight had hid our force; full day shewed to the Enemy the Nereide's small band of vo lunteers, consisting of 50 seamen, and the same number of marines; the strongest battery in their possession, and to gain which, it was necessary to pass the river Jacotel, at the foot of a high hill, covered with wood, and de fended |