But tho' the evanescent scene is past, Long may the moral rising from it last; Engrav'd in characters of lasting fame, Deep in our inmost thoughts may it remain

The good which Revolution brings is small,
The mis'ry certain, and involves us all!!
O Revolution! source of ev'ry woe,
The good can suffer, or the wicked do,
What hast thou gain'd by all thy fraud-
ful toil,
[Spoil?

But Mis'ry, Pain and Sorrow, Blood and
Sad Liberty, old thrones to overturn ;
Equality of woes, thyself to mourn;
Such scenes of wretchedness as we this
[sight.

night

"He measures out existence by his pain!" But tears and sorrow now are all in vain ! Remorse and Rage may tear his guilty heart, Repentance ne'er with him can find a part! At length, worn out with Horror, Grief, and Care, [pare; For Death the wretched Culprit must preBut not one ray of Hope can cheer that hour,

Nor balm of Consolation on it pour ; His parting breath must seal his awful fate,

While direful punishments on him await!! Learn, Britons, then! if aught can make

you wise, [prize; Those mighty blessings you possess, to That spurious Liberty to shun with care, Whose ruthless vot'ries blood and rapine share ;

And, while we shew th' attentive nations round,

In Albion genuine Liberty is found,

Let us to matchless deeds of valour prove, Support our Altar-rally round the

Throne

And, Heaven-protected, may our bliss in

crease,

While bloody Wars give way to lasting Peace!

ADDRESS TO THE DEITY, For the Knowledge of Divine Truth. ETERNAL Giver of all good;

"Thou Great First Cause, least un-
derstood!"

Who wast-who art, and art to come,
Of all pure excellence the sum ;
Oh! guide me by the word of Truth,
Alike the faithful guide of youth,
And lasting friend, through every stage
Of Life to manhood's latest age.
There may it be my lot to learn,
The Path of Duty to discern,
In prosperous seasons to rejoice,
And raise to thee my grateful voice;
In time of trouble, still to look,
For comfort to that Holy Book,
And clearly in each line to trace
Thy sovereign Wisdom, Power, and Grace;
Thus, e'en beneath Affliction's rod,
Owning the Justice of my God;
The Author of our Faith to bless,
And his sound doctrine to profess,
Whose precept and example shine,
To prove its origin divine.

Still as I turn each well-penn'd leaf,
Impress my heart with firm belief:
Teach me to shun that reasoning pride,
Which questions why a Saviour died,
And, ever glorying in his Cross,
Who "suffer'd to redeem our loss,"

So

But here, e'en here, the unlimited free Muse,

That o'er the Universe extends her views, Mounts to the sun, or dives beneath the sea, Or revels in the shades of phantasy, Where nothing hath a being and a name*, A heart of passion, and a tongue of flame, In Infen's lovely pastures, fancy-fond, May trace thy far-off source, and pass beyond,

E'en on his native mountains, to survey Thy mighty Master in his infant day.

Now, in her waking vision, she beholds Thee, patriot HUGH, invested with the folds Of shadowy mist, and seated on the throne Of cloud-swath'd rock, and everlasting stone There, yet a Boy, didst thou imbibe the

strength

Of the high elements, till such at length Thy spirit grew, and became firm to dare The writhen bolt, and lightning's purple glare;

Grapple with storm, and darkness, and the night, [of might! And bide the wild winds in their hour What wonder then, that such appear'd

thy soul,

So full of nerve and energy the whole, When Fate proclaim'd the task for thee prepar'd, [dar'd?

Which none besides, save Hercules, had Men shrunk from it-the men who felt of need

The spur that urges weakness unto deedThe mighty and the wealthy + of the land Who thirsted for the fresh stream pure and bland,

Shrunk from the task. And sordid souls there were

Who yielded to their own the general care, Oppos'd their profit to the public good, And what they should have strengthen'd, still withstood,

Leering on prudence with phlegmatic eyes, Who should have swell'd the tide of Enterprize,

And triumph'd in his triumphs, they

were rife,

In heartless opposition and blind strife, Till royal favour‡ on his labour shone, Speeding the mighty work of patriot Middleton.

Bright smile of Royalty! on such works as these,

Should be thy glory to award increase—

"And gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name." SHAKSPEARE. + Mr. Middleton bad nearly exhausted bis resources, and appealed to the Citizens of London for assistance, which they refused him.

King James entered into an agree. ment to advance a considerable sum to assist, which was paid by the Lord Trea

surer.

[July,

Were there of other virtue not a gem
To enhance the lustre of his diadem,
That King deserves the honours which the
Muse

Around the brow of Merit doth diffuse,
Who aided with his power the Patriot
Who chose harsh poverty's severest lot,
So might he but complete his mighty plan,
The benefit of universal man!
Immortal work! since none may nearer rise
To that first essence, which is Deity's,
Than he who peril'd, scorn'd, and lost all
wealth

In the great cause of Piety and Health-
Such is, oh, Hugh, with evergreen embrac'd
Thine Epitaph on marble tablet trac'd,
A monumental pile,

Girt with thy own pure flood in Amwell's em'rald Isle §.

Deciduous shrub, with evergreen, is

there,

[pear Fit emblems both!-of such who must apAt the dark bar of death, but leave a name Never to perish from the scrine of fame. Matter endures but for a season-Mind Leaves an immortal memory behind, And is itself immortal-Such art thou!While they who knitted on thee the stern brow

O'er eyes that had no speculation in them, Fall like the shrub, and let oblivion win them.

But thy perennial name is like the Spring, Whereof I seek to sing;

The Spring whence thou deduced'st the ample stream,

The Poet's and Historian's theme, Trenching thy mighty aqueduct a way, 'Till as the humble plains, the aspiring hills obey.

Muse! hence again, devolve the stream of verse,

And be this spring our Helicon to thee;

Drink of its Master's spirit; and rehearse Its pleasant wanderings manifold, and be The Minstrel of his Mind and Memory:

So may thy flower be with his wreath entwined,

And in the gentle murmuring of its course Thy name may mingle musical, and find A dulcet offering at its crystal source.

§ On a little island formed by the stream at Amwell, is a pedestal of Portland-stone, surrounded by a close thicket of deciduous shrubs and evergreens, with an inscription on each side; (see vol. LXXII. p. 988.) the one on the South is,

"Sacred to the Memory of
Sir HUGH MIDDLETON, Baronet,
whose successful care,
assisted by the Patronage of his King,
conveyed this stream to London.
An immortal Work,
Since Man cannot more nearly
imitate the Deity,
than in bestowing health."

Arise !

Arise thou gently winding River,
From Chadwell's spring, and sedgy Lea*,
Arise, and fill thy banks for ever,
Flow on, and plenty be with thee!
Through shady grove, and flowery mead,
A paradise of sweets,
In thy fertility proceed,

And lave the rural streets.
And in thy clear blue mirror glass
The angler on thy banks,
Whose song upon the dewy grass

Shall trill his morning thanks.
But thricely welcome to the verdant

marge

Of pleasant Infen! Lengthen and enlarge Thy course and current! rise, ye Naiads, rise!

Advance your sway-but, how !-these tearful eyes!

These heart-consuming suspirs? - these soft moans,

Echoingly gurgling 'mid the bedded stones? "Our Founder is in grief! his heart's best vision [sian, Of perfect joy, and Hope's sublime ElyIs darken'd-and a dread and heavy weight Trammels his spirit, like the band of fate : Want shuts the hand, and doth confine his act,

Limit his labour, and our course contract! Oh, we had laid the promise up at heart, 'Till of our being it become a part, That we from our full urns should pour [laveAnd London's plains with lymph salubrious But Want, the Gorgon, petrifies our flow, And says" Thus far-enter ye, no further go +!"

the wave,

And here, last eve, the PATRIOT cameto view, [ror'd blue !— Within his River's breast, heaven's mirNo!-in strange mood, he sought as if to number [ber; The inverted stars repos'd in wat'ry slumAnd then he wept; and mutter'd something wild

Of the world's cowardice-then inly smil'd Superior to its utmost malice-then Uprush'd, e'en like a lion from its den, His spirit to his lips-and then away !— Haughtily sped——.”

Muse! whither wouldst thou stray? Why through the backward vestibule of years [fears? Travell'st to trace the Hero's hopes and

The original supply of water was inadequate to the consumption, and the Mill stream was resorted to, which is now the principal source of supply, and has lately been purchased by the New River Company.

+ When Mr. Middleton had brought the water as far as Bosh Hill, he was almost ruined by the expence, and the work was suspended for some time, but obtaining the required assistance from the King, he proceeded.

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Another burthen have the Naiads now, For Royal Bounty gave their urns to flow: And in their unseen cell they have a shrine, Round which, with triumph, and with song divine,

They celebrate their Founder; and each Nymph

Carols her lay, and purifies the lymph.

"Flow on! River of our toil,

Flow, thou gentle River,
And whatever land thou coil,
Health attend thee ever!
"May she bathe within thee oft,
Nature's buxon daughter;
And a pleasant breeze aloft
Revel with thy water.
"May she medicine the cup

That dips in thee its brim ;
And he who drinks the blessing up
Repay thee with a hymn!

"Through shady grove, and flowery mead,
A paradise of sweets,
In thy fertility proceed,

And lave the rural streets! "Flow on! River of our toil,

Flow, thou gentle River, And whatever land thou coil, Health attend thee ever!"

Aud then there was an old man-now

And but exalted, o'er the crowd, to be
A surer mark for Fortune's archery.
And I, of other past delights might speak,
But that the traces of those things are weak
Which chanc'd, ere memory kept a re-
gister,
[confer;
Or thought had language wherewith to
Yet with the dim reality Ĭ blend
Imagination, as au ardent friend,
To colour up the outline, 'till I can
Each several feature of the picture scan,
And in each spot, and about every place,
The hill, lane, field, the river, and the
chase,
[trace:

The haunt and home of early pleasure
And in the very gale there is a voice,
Lingering o'er infancy's evanish'd joys,
Which with thy name, sweet Infen, Fike a
spell,

Wind round the heart-the soul of this
farewell!
A. HERAUD.
HISTO.

HOUSE OF COMMONS, July 2. The Duke of Clarence's Annuity Bill was read the third time; and an amendment, proposed by Mr. Bernal, for withholding the 18,000l. arrears, was negatived by 94 to 33, and the Bill ultimately passed. This afforded an opportunity for discussing the subject of the Coronation, as connected with her Majesty's claim to share in that august ceremony. Mr. Brougham and Mr. Denman entered into explanation, and defended themselves against the charge of delay in forwarding her Majesty's claims. In the course of the conversation the Marquis of Londonderry distinctly stated his opinion to be, that the right of calling her Majesty rested with the Crown, and that his Majesty's confidential Servants felt it their duty to advise his Majesty not to require her presence. His Lordship stated, however, that his Majesty was desirous to have her Majesty's claim considered in the fullest manner. He stated that a Memorial from her Majesty to the King in Council, dated the 1st of July, was received; desiring to be heard before the Privy Council as a matter of right, by her Counsel, as to her claim to participate in the honours of the Coronation. This Memorial had been instantly submitted to his Majesty, who had been graciously pleased to direct, that as a matter of grace and favour, though not of right, the prayer of her Majesty's Memorial should be granted. (See p. 71.)

July 3. Mr. S. Whitbread made a motion respecting the Constitutional Association. It was that an Address should be presented to his Majesty, praying him to direct the Attorney General to enter a nolle prosequi in all prosecutions instituted by that Society. The discussion related rather to the legality of the Association, and its general character and objects, than to the mode which was suggested for arresting its proceedings. The speakers who expressed their disapprobation of the Society were Dr. Lushington, Mr. Denman, and Mr. Brougham.-Mr. Wilberforce addressed the House, but confined himself principally to a vindication of the Society for the Suppression of Vice from some imputations thrown out against it by Dr. Lushington. Mr. B. Bathurst replied to the Hon. Mover.-The Attorney General showed the absurdity of some of the at

tacks on the Association, and declared his conviction of its legality; and the Solicitor General answered Mr. Brougham. The motion was negatived without a division.

In moving an adjournment to July 10, Lord Londonderry stated the singular fact, that the House had remained assembled more than eight hours and a half on every day of sitting during the present Session, besides the attendance of Members on Committees.

July 10. The House met pursuant to adjournment. Petitions on various subjects were presented by different Members. Questions were put by the Marquis of Tavistock and Mr. Bennet, relative to the death of Buonaparte, and the effect which that event was likely to create in the state of our Military Establishment, and consequently how it would operate on our Expenditure. The Marquis of Tavistock also alluded to the preparations making for the Coronation, and the amount of the military collecting in and about the Metropolis. Lord Londonderry assured the Noble Marquis, that the military was not collected as a precautionary measure, but as one intended to give splendour and effect to the ceremony. The loyalty of the people and the tranquillity of the country were now so apparent, as to render any precautionary measures on that head wholly unnecessary.

HOUSE OF LORDS, July 11. At a quarter past three o'clock the Speaker, accompanied by a number of Members of the House of Commons, attended at the Bar of the House of Lords, to hear the Royal Assent given by Commission to the Duke of Clarence's Annuity, the Appropriation, the Lottery, the Audit of Accounts, and some private Bills.

The Lord Chancellor then, in the name of his Majesty, read the following speech :

"My Lords, and Gentlemen,

"We have it in command from his Majesty to inform you, that the state of public business having enabled him to dispense with your attendance in Parliament, he has determined to put an end to the present Session.

"His Majesty, however, cannot close it, without expressing his satisfaction at the