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THE PARTHENON.

"Lo! Ocean's King engulphs thy victimi

bark,

On the Dilapidation of the Temple of Snatching the relics of his earthly reign

Minerva at Athens.

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To deck his coral palaces, and hark! The sea-nymphs sound their shells as they regain

The shipwreck'd trophies of their monarch's

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'And fire with Athens' wrongs an angry age +.

Poets unborn shall sing thy impious fame, And Time, from history's eternal page Expunging Alaric's and Omar's name, Shall give to thine alone pre-eminence of shame."

There is considerable liveliness in the following, descriptive of the meeting of two drinking associates.

Oh! whence are you come,
My crony, my chum,

In boyhood's bright sun-shiney weather?
What shock of the spheres,

After so many years,

Has thrown us again both together?

How oft you and I

Have drank ourselves dry,
Till mounting high over our heads,
Morn enter'd the casement,
And stared with amazement,
To find us not yet in our beds.

One night at the British,
We grew rather skittish,

And sallied out fighting the rabble;
But the guardians of night,
Put our valour to flight,
And I lost my hat in the squabble.

Fair cloud-cover'd Venus,
Intruding between us,

Me carried away from the battle;
While you, left at large,
Return'd to the charge,

And bore off a lanthorn and rattle.

"One of Lord Elgin's vessels was wrecked in the Archipelago.

See Lord Byron's Childe Harold.

'Tis six-come and dine,
And over our wine

We'll talk of our juvenile laurels !
What boys we were then!
But now we are inen,
And seldom engage in street quarrels.

At twelve let us sup,
We'll not keep it up

All night, like your rake-helly ranters;
At three, or half after,

The goddess of laughter,
Shall bear off the empty decanters.

We'll talk of our gambols,
Our riots and rambles,

Till Phoebus looks out of his garret ;
Two bottles in one,

Are excellent fun,

So, waiter-a magnum of claret.

The following, entitled "New Buildings," is in a good strain of satire, which the better deserves to be transcribed, as the mania is not entirely

confined to London.

Saint George's Fields are fields no more,
The trowel supersedes the plough,
Huge inundated swamps of yore,
Are changed to civic villas now.

The builder's plank, the mason's hod,

Wide, and more wide extending still, Usurp the violated sod,

From Lambeth Marsh to Balaam Hill.

Pert poplars, yew trees, water tubs,

No more at Clapham meet the eye,
But velvet lawns, Acacian shrubs,

With perfume greet the passer by.
Thy carpets, Persia, deck our floors,
Chintz curtains shade the polish'd pane,
Virandas guard the darken'd doors,

Where dunning Phoebus knocks in vain.

Not thus acquir'd was Gresham's hoard,
Who founded London's mart of trade;
Not such thy life, Grimalkin's lord,

Who Bow's recalling peal obey'd.

In Mark or Mincing Lane confin'd,

In cheerful toil they pass'd the hours; 'Twas theirs to leave their wealth behind, To lavish, while we live, is ours.

They gave no treats to thankless kings;
Many their gains, their wants were few ;
They built no house with spacious wings,
To give their riches pinions too.

Yet sometimes leaving in the lurch
Sons, to luxurious folly prone,
Their funds rebuilt the parish church→→→
Oh! pious waste, to us unknown.

We from our circle never roam,

Nor ape our sires' eccentric sins;
Our charity begins at home,

And mostly ends where it begins.

The author has often caught, not ill, that tone of pleasure deriving jest from melancholy, which is so much a favourite with his original. Thus in the little piece entitled, "Fortunetelling."

Dear girl, from cabalistic lore,
Scek not your fortunes to explore,
Or find your destin'd lover:
Nor horoscopes, nor starry skies,
Nor flattering gypsey prophesies,
Can e'er your fate discover.

To Fortune's dreaded power resign'd,
Endure with philosophic mind,

Her favour or her malice:
Regardless of your future doom,
Of present life enjoy the bloom,

And quaff from Pleasure's chalice

To-day the sunny hours dance by,
Dispensing roses as they fly:

O snatch them! for to-morrow,
Assail'd by tempests, drooping, dead,
Perchance their flowers may only shed,
The dewy tears of sorrow.

Time flies-Death threatens to destroy-
The wise condense life's scatter'd joy
Within a narrow measure:
Then, Laura, bring the sparkling bowl,
And let us yield the raptur'd soul,

To laughter, love, and pleasure.
Upon the whole, though there is
original humour in this volume, we
still think the Authors preferable,
when they give us the wit and fancy
For this
of others, than their own.
indeed there is but limited scope, in
the case of English poets; since every
one will be satisfied, in regard to each,
But it
with a very short specimen.
appears to us, that their talents very
singularly qualify them for the task
of translation; an important depart-
ment, in which excellence is exceed-
ingly rare. If they can catch, as
happily, the style of poets who have
lived in other ages and countries, as
in their own (and we do not see why
they should not,) they have it then
in their power to make valuable ac-
cessions to English literature.

New

New Works published in Edinburgh. REPORTS of certain remarkable Cases in the Court of Session, and Trials in the High Court of Justiciary. By William Buchanan, Esq. Advocate. 8vo, 18s.

Reflections on the present State of Great Britain, in relation chiefly to its Finances. By Henry St George Tucker, Esq. of the Honourable East India Company's service. 8vo, 6s. Thoughts on National Defence. Svo. Encyclopedia Britannica. edition. Vol IV. Part I. (Boo-Bre) 4to, 18s.

Literary Intelligence.

Fifth

THE question between the London

Booksellers and the Universities is not yet settled. In a publication by one of the former, a hope is expressed that the Legislature may confirm that construction of the Act of Anne, which a practice of 104 years, and two intermediate acts, had constituted the law of the country. A plan of improvement on the present mode of entry is suggested, viz. that the title. of every book and pamphlet, of every description, should be entered in the register of the Stationers' Company; and that at the time of making such entry, one copy should be deposited with the warehouse-keeper. Also, that of such books so entered and delivered, all that relate to Divinity, Ecclesiastical History, &c. should be sent to the Library of Sion College; to Law in every department, to the Library of Lincoln's Inn, or the Temple; to Medicine, Surgery, Botiny, Mineralogy, and the various branches of Natural History and Philosophy, to the Library of the College of Physicians; and all that do not come under any of these descriptions, to the British Museum. It appears that the Libraries which are entitled to claim copies of new works at Sta

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4, 5, 6, 7. The Libraries of the St Andrews, and Aberdeen. Universities of Edinburgh, Glasgow,

Advocates of Edinburgh. 8. The Library of the Faculty of

6.

-Sion College, in London, (or the Library of the London Clergy.)

And by the Act of 41 Geo, III. there were added to these nine, 10. The Library of Trinity College, Dublin.

11. The Library of the Society of the King's Inns, Dublin*. The two English Universities have

also the following privileges: 1. The copyright in all works bequeathed to or acquired by them, is vested in them in perpetuity, so long as the works are printed at their own presses.

2. They have (in common with land, and Ireland,) the exclusive the King's printers in England, Scotprivilege of printing Bibles and

Prayer

The law in France for securing copy.

right is as follows:-" Tout citoyen qui mettra au jour un ouvrage, soit de litterature soit, sera oblige d'en deposer deux sxcmou de gravures, dans quelque gerne que ce plaires a la Bibliotheque Nationale, ou an Cabinet des Estampes de la Republique, dont il recevra un reçu signe dar le Biblio. admis en justice pour la poursuite des contrefac thecaire; FAUTE DE QUOI il ne paurra etre teurs."-Chaging two into eleven, and substituting the regu for the entry at Stationers' Hall, the meaning is precisely the same as our law for the same purpose; but there is a prodigious difference between giving eleven

copies and two copies.

Prayer Books; and an exemption from the duty on paper used for them.

3. They have the same privilege (in common with the King's printer in England) of printing the statutes of the realm.

4. They have an exemption from the duty on paper used for Books for the purposes of classical instruction, and all works in the learned languages, printed at their presses.

5. They have £.500 per annum paid to each of them by the nation, for the purpose of enabling them to assist poor scholars and fellows in printing their works.

The four Universities of Scotland, and Trinity College, Dublin, have the same advantage as to the perpetuity of their copyrights, which the English Universities have. The printing of Bibles and Prayer Books, in both these kingdoms, is claimed exclusively as the right of the King's printer. They have also an exemption from the duty on paper, on all works of classical instruction, and in the learned languages, printed at their presses. The Scotch Universities never appear to have made use of this privilege in the manner that Oxford and Cambridge have done; but, by naming some individual printer to the University, they have communicated to him the advantage derived from it.

Dr John Moodie, of Bath, member of several literary societies, has finished for publication a work on which he has been several years engaged, on the Modern Geography of Asia. It is to contain a full and authentic description of the Empires, Kingdoms, States and Colonies; with the Oceans, Seas, and Isles, of this great division of the Globe; including the most recent descoveries and political alterations. Also a general introduction, illustrative of the physical geography, and present moral and political state of Asia. The whole to form two volumes, quarto, with an atlas.

Some interesting and affecting particulars relative to the arrival and seizure of General Miranda, with his British Staff, in South America, are preparing for the press, and speedily will be published.

Proposals have been issued for publishing by subscription, a Hebrew and English Dictionary; containing, 1. All the Hebrew and Chaldee words used in the Old Testament. The derivatives will be referred to their respective roots, the pronunciation given in English letters. 2. There will also be a second part, containing principal words in the English language, with those which correspond to them in Hebrew. The whole by Joseph Samuel C. F. Frey, author of a Hebrew grammar in the English language, and editor of Vander Hooght's Hebrew Bible.

We are concerned to hear of the operation of a new duty of 50 per cent. on the importation of foreign books, amounting in many instances to a prohibition.

A Historical View of the Philippine Islands, translated from the Spanish of Martinez de Zuniga, by Mr John Mavor, jun. merchant, will shortly appear in two octavo volumes, with appropriate maps.

A Collection of Curious and Interesting Letters, translated from the Originals in the Bodleian Library, with Biographical and Literary Illustrations, is preparing, in two volumes, 8vo.

Dr Montucci is presevering in his engagements in Prussia, notwithstanding the war, and expects to complete his Chinese Dictionary in the summer of 1815. He has engraved 24,000 characters, and proceeded as far as letter K, in the course of five years.

Uniform Editions are announced of the Speeches of the late Edmund Burke and Charles James Fox.

Mr Belfour intends to publish, early in the next month, an edition of Ray's Collction of English Proverbs.

POETRY.

Poetry.

FROM THE FRENCH OF M. LEONARD

CHAUSON.

"ADIEU, Camille! adieu, tous mes beaux jours."

Quí me rendra la timide innocence

De tes seize aus, ou le cœur est si pur,
Ces yeux naifs, ou tu m' offrois l'azur
D'un ciel d'été, ces graces de l'enfance,
Et la pudeur, &c.

Adieu, dear girl! a long adieu-
My dreams of bliss are fled with you;
And something seems this heart to tell
It ne'er again shall love so well!
The world may sadly soothe to rest
The wilder tumults of my breast,
And peace, when passion dies, repair
To fix her calm cold empire there;
Yet at thy name each nerve will thrill,
And thoughts of thee will haunt me still,
For long long must the heart regret
The dreams which love can ne'er forget;
And ne'er did lover's arms entwine
So kind, so pure a breast as thine!

Thy artless grace, thy open truth,
Thy form that breath'd of love and youth,
The magic of thy laughing,eyes,
Pure as the light of summer skies,
Thy timid glances soft and meek,
Thy glossy hair, thy glowing cheek,
Thine eyelid like the cloud that closes,
Dark on evening's heaven of roses,--
Each witchery of soul and sense,
Enrob'd in angel innocence,
Around me wove their sweetest spell-
"Tis past!-Beloved girl, farewell!

To

To be the theme of every hour
The heart devotes to fancy's power,
When her soft magic fills the mind
With friends and joys we've left behind,
And joys return and friends are near,
And all are welcom'd with a teaf!
In the mind's purest seat to dwell,
To be remember'd oft and well

If thus to live in every part
Of a lone weary wanderer's heart;
If thus to be its sole employ
Can give thee one faint gleam of joy,
Believe it, CARA! oh! believe
A tongue that ne'er can thee deceive-
In pleasure's dream, or sorrow's hour,
In crowded hall or lonely bower,
The business of my life shall be,
For ever, to remember thee!

Το

The world had just begun to steal
Each hope that led me lightly on,

I felt not as I us'd to feel,

And life grew dark, and love was gone!
No eye to mingle sorrow's tear,

No lip to mingle pleasure's breath,
No tongue to call me kind and dear-
'Twas gloomy, and I wish'd for death!
But when I saw that gentle eye,

Oh! something seem'd to tell me then,
That I was yet too young to die,

And hope and bliss might bloom again ! With every beamy smile that crost

Your kindling check, you lighted home Some feeling which my heart had lost, And peace which long had learn'd to roam!

"Twas then indeed so sweet to live,

Hope look'd so new and love so kind,
That, CARA! I can still forgive

The ruin which they've left behind!
I could have lov'd you-oh so well!—
The dream that wishing boyhood knows,
Is but a bright beguiling spell,

Which only lives while passion glows:
But when this early flush declines,

When the heart's vivid morning fleets,
You know not then how close it twines
Round the first kindred soul it meets!
Yes, yes, I could have lov'd as one
Who, when his youth's enchantments
fall,

By one whose heart, though vain and wild, Finds something dear to rest upon,

By passion led, by youth beguil'd,

Can proudly still aspire to know

Which pays him for the loss of all!

The feeling soul's divinest glow!

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