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Illustrations of Blair's Grave, in 12 Etchings, executed by Louis Schiavonetti, from the Original Inventions of William Blake, 4to. 27. 12s. 6d. The Speech of William Adam, Esq. M. P. for Kincardineshire, in the House of Commons, on the third reading of the Scots Judicature bill, on the 24th of June 1808. 2s.

Scottish Literary Intelligence.

MR MACNEILL intends shortly to publish a Poem, entitled, "The Pastoral, or Lyric Muse of Scotland," descriptive of the united influence of our national poetry and music, in softening the passions, and civilizing the manners of our feudal ancestors on the Borders. As the pastoral state in that quarter has been totally overlooked by our early historians, and as it is natural to suppose that a species of melody and song, so remarkable for tenderness and genuine passion, must have produced considerable effects on the mind of the inhabitants, it is expected that the subject will be interesting to the lovers of music and poetry. Dr Wm. Render is about to publish a work in English, French, and German, for the purpose of a class book, to be used by those who study the German language, which he teaches. For the comparison of these languages this work will possess advantages pecaliar to itself, and in compensation for the care bestowed on the execution of the work, the author will no doubt receive a remuneration in the patron age of the public.

tive maturity. It is the present translator's wish to supply, to the best of his abilities, (such as they are) this desideratum in English literature. One great object which the translator will keep in view in his notes and illustrations, shall be to accommodate Pliny's descriptions of animals, plants, and minerals, to the nomenclature of the Systema Natura Linnai. This, he is duly aware, will constitute by much the most difficult part of his labour, and he despairs of executing it with full satisfaction

either to the public or to himself. But as in the present state of natural history a translator of Pliny cannot be excused from making the attempt, he may be permitted to hope, that he shall be able to contribute in some degree at least towards its accomplishment. The translation thus enlarged must extend to six or seven volumes, in octavo; and will be published either in separate volumes successively, or when the whole shall have been finished, as future circumstances may render adviseable.

This city has, during the course of the present summer, been entertained with a general Exhibition of Paintings; a laudable practice, which is but newly established here, and has been extremely creditable to the talents of our Scottish artists. The portraits of Watson, the humorous pieces of Carse, and the Landscapes of Naismith, were among those which drew particular attention from the admirers of the art.

In short, the approbation of the public was such as to give every encouragement to the repetition of a similar exhibition; and we hope that a more commodious room will then

be provided for the purpose.

Dr Forbes, of Edinburgh, is engaged on a translation of Pliny's Nataral History, which is to be accompanied with such notes and illustrations as may be necessary to elucidate the context, a life of the author, Literary Intelligence, ENGLISH and and a preliminary dissertation on the Origin of Natural History, and on its

ogress and gradual improvement from ancy, to its present state of compara

FOREIGN.

BIOGRAPHICAL Index to the

A House of Lords has been for some

time in the press, and will be speedily

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published. It is compiled by the Editor of the "Biographical Index to the House of Commons," consists of a single volume, of a portable size, and, in addition to the descent of the peers of Eng land, given in an entirely new form, contains an account of the present and late ones, their habits, pursuits, and parliamentary conduct. The sixteen Scotch, and twenty-eight Irish members, are introduced in alphabetical order, as well as the bench of bishops, which has never before been attempted.

A new biographical work, intended to contain a series of portraits of the most eminent persons now living or lately deceased in Great Britain and Ireland, is in a forward state of preparation. It will include the most distinguished characters in the senate, the church, the navy and army, the learned professions, and the various departments of literature and science; also of those who have most zealously exerted themselves in promoting the arts, agriculture, and commerce of the country. The portraits will be elegantly and accurately drawn in an uniform manner, from nature, or from original pictures; and the engravings will be perfect fac-similes of the drawings. The work will be published periodically; and the first number, containing six portraits, each accompanied by a short biographical notice, will appear very soon.

Mr W. T. Comber, of Liverpool, has just completed a work entitled, An Enquiry into the State of National Subsistence, as connected with the Progress of Wealth and Population.

Hephaestio's Treatise on Greek Metres, corrected from manuscript authorities, and illustrated with copious notes, is reprinting at the Clarendon press.

Proposals have been issued for pub. lishing by subscription, in six octavo volumes, the Works of the Rev. J. Newton, late rector of St Mary Woollnoth, London.

The Rev. W. Davy, of Lustleigh, near Moreton, Devon, has lately completed a System of Divinity, and compilation from polite writers and eminent divines, &c. in 26 vols. 8vo. containing 13,000 pages, of which only fourteen copies are printed. The work was com piled and written out by Mr Davy alone, who, though ignorant of the art of printing, with a few worn-out types,

printed off one page at a time, by him. self, at a press made by his own hands. He began the work ten years ago.

A bookseller of Paris has announced his intention to publish a new and im portant work relative to Spain, by Alex. ander de la Borde, author of the splendid Picturesque Travels in that country. It will be entitled, A Descriptive Guide through Spain, forming five vo lumes octavo, and will contain a statement of the different branches of industry, polity, and government of that king. dom; its natural history; the characters and manners of its inhabitants; and the state of the arts, sciences, and literature, at different periods of its history.

In 1806, B. Lafon, a geographer and engineer at New Orleans, published a general chart of the Orleans territory, comprehending also West Florida and a part of the Mississipi territory. The explanations are in the French language. and the whole is executed from the most recent observations. The author states that a considerable portion of his mate rials are quite new, such, for example, as the courses of the Mississipi, the Ala bama, Mobile, Pascagoula, Tangipao Mitalebani, Ticfoha, Amite, Washita Yazoo, and their different ramification with the Mississipi, as also the Pearl Red, and Sabine rivers. This map ex hibits all the country on the gulf, from Pensacola to the Sabine inclusive, which computing the longitude of the forme to be 89° 45', and the latter 960 31 west from the meridian of Paris, make an extent of almost seven degrees longitude. It embraces the whole spac from the south point of the Mississipi i the latitude of 29° north to the paralle of 33°, which is considerably northwar of Tombigbee fort, the Yazoo mouth and the settlement of Nachitoches, mi king four degress of latitude.

The Rev. Dr Madison, president William and Mary College, during th year 1807, laid before the public h map of the state of Virginia, upon whi he has been many years engaged. includes the whole dominion, from th North Carolina and Tennessee bou dary, in 36° 30', to the irregular li which separates it from Maryland, Pen sylvania, Ohio and Kentucky. T longitude in this map, which is abo four feet by six, is reckoned from t capitol at Washington.

POETE

Poetry.

DEATH-SONG OF MACKENZIE.

TIS not your wont to fly, Mackenzie,
Culloden saw thy redd'ned spear,
Save thy Prince, 'tis worthy of thee,
Save him, for the foes are near.
Turn your reeking, gory bayonets,
Turn their points of death on me,
The heart's blood of a Royal Stuart
Boils, and spurns the thoughts to flee.
'Twas this arm made London tremble,
While up England's plains we bore,
When, from behind the Highland target
Leap'd to death the blue claymore.
Preston felt your iron-hoof'd chargers,
Paw her ground with wanton tread,
Bursting came our warrior torrent,
Preston groaned with loads of dead.
Hawley's helmed and sab'red legions
Spurr'd their foam-mouth'd war-horse near,
Falkirk mark'd your bravest warriors
Stoop beneath the Scottish spear.
Culloden felt our unbroke columns,
Retiring, mow her heath in rage,
Murray, traitor, meet thy glory,
Curs'd in every future age.

O'er my land, a base usurper
Shakes my sceptre from my throne,
While the hand was formed to bear it,
Falls, but will not fall alone.

Spirits of my wrong'd forefathers,
Spirits of my gallant friends,
Lochiel, Boyd, and Balmarino,
Now my sword for blood descends.

Back you shrink, you circle round me,
Traitors, yet I never fled,

Lie there, beat your bloody bosoms,
That is English freedom's bed.

Now a patriot's part I've acted,
Death swims, dizzy in my brain,
Fled thy gallant soul, Mackenzie,
As thou lay, midst heaps of slain.
Must the marble scutcheon'd column
Rise to tell a tyrant's name,
While the patriot-Independence,
Hides his purpling cheeks for shame.

But thou, great heart, which bled'st for

freedom,

Need'st no stones to tell thy fame, See the wet rose-cheek of beauty, Minstrel swell your notes of flame. Banks of Nith,?

July, 1808.

HIDALLAN.

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When lovely Peggy rose.

O'er her blue eyes and temples fair
Her hair in love-locks fell,
And loosely veil'd her bosom white,
Where all the graces dwell.

Her fair robes wanton in the wind,
Her bare feet bathed in dew,
And circling round her slender waist
The balmy morn-breeze flew.

'Twas but yestreen, that rose-pathed cheek
Was wet with tears on mine,
'Twas but yestreen my clasping arms

Around that neck could twine. 'Twas but yestreen, those lips divine, Were warmed with many a kiss, 'Twas but yestreen, that tongue of thine Confest the tender bliss.

Young sun-beam, shake thy wand'ring locks,

Move lightly on my fair,

Nor wanton round ber lovely neck,
Nor kiss her bosom bare.

Yestreen this cheek was couched there,
With many a melting tale,

And many a dear embrace and prayer,
All in the Hawthorn Vale.

'Tis not the ranked gold she loves,

Nor looks which court the sky;
Nor hearts unwarm'd by nature's love,]
By grandeur shuffled high.
But 'tis the merit lifted eye,

The soul's ennobled part,

For which she heaves the tender sigh,
And keeps her virgin heart.
Banks of Nith,
July, 1808.

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HIDALLAN.

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Ah! Mary, though the winds shou'd rave
Wi' jealous spite to keep me frae thee,
The darkest stormy night I'll brave
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.

Loud, o'er Cardonald's rocky steep
Rude Cartha pours in boundless nieasure,
But I will ford the whirling deep
That roars between me an' my treasure;
Yes, Mary, though the torrent rave
Wi' jealous spite to keep me frae thee,
Its deepest foods I'll bauldly brave
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.

The watch-dog's howling louds the blast,
An' makes the nightly wand'rer eerie,
But, when the lanesome way is past,
I'll to this bosom clasp my Mary.
Yes, Mary, though stern Winter rave
Wi' a' his storms to keep me frae thee.
The wildest dreary night I'll brave
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.
Paisley.

SONNET.

R. T.

On the Death of an Amiable Young Lady.

AH me! how many griefs, ere life decay, Must man encounter in this mortal coil,

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What boots it that he sees a lengthen'd day, But no;-he, whose fingers could tune the If sorrow pierce his heart so oft the while.

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And rouse every being to flame with his

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And rapt in that day, when, to combat the foe*,

Whom late he had hail'd by the name of a friend,

He rush'd with a swiftness, surpassing the

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Percy of Northumberland, ballad of Chevy Chace.

Shall pause to lament, that the boast of the plain,

When towering, unmatch'd in the power of his might,

By the shaft of a base-born peasant was slain,

To fall with his fame in the darkness of night.

No! bright as the glare of yon circle of fire,

His fame shall exult in the pride of its blaze,

Till time, in th' embrace of craz'd Nature expire,

And Chaos returning, extinguish its rays. A sprig from his laurel, now planted sublime,

A meed by his country decreed to the brave,

The tomb-stone of Home, its fond guardian shall climb,

And o'er it with kindred affection shall

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A twofold horror to his meagre form. No rich utensils, form'd with art and cost, His airy household furniture composed; One cobweb'd couch, and table all its boast, This where he eat, and that where he repos'd.

Indulging fancy's visionary flight,

Or rapt in extacy of thought sublime, Oft would he sit and muse the live-long night,

Scratching his head, to find some wretched rhyme.

Or poring on some old moth-eaten book, Some ancient bard, deep skill'd in classic lore,

With many an eager-many an ardent look, Would he, each shining sentiment explore.

If e'er his heart one glow of pleasure knew, 'Twas but in dreams of future prospects bright;

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Than idly musing, stringing useless rhymes.

"In boldly pleading for the oppressed's

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