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It will form two octavo volumes, illus a large repeating circle of the work mantrated with a map of the country. ship of Lenoir, adding every practicaThis work has obtained high reputation. ble kind of verification. The triangu. The author, a native of Chili, and for a lation was begun in the winter of 1$có; long time resident in that country, is that being the only season of the year eminently distinguished as a writer, and when the weather is sufficiently clear a natural philosopher. Whether consi. for the observing of large triangles.dered in relation to its natural produc- At the close of the summer of 1807 all tions, or its civil and military transac- the geodetic operations were finisbed. tions, Chili affords an interesting subject The latitude of Formentera, the south. for the historian, Blessed with a most ernmost point of the arc, was escerialosalubrious and delightful climate, with ed that winter by means of 2,558 obser. a soil wonderfully fertile, and adapted vations of the polar star, in which they to the productions of almost every used one of Fortin's repeating circles .country, rich in mines of gold and sil. with a fixed level. The greatest devia. ver, it offers to the naturalist a wide tion of the partial series, from the mean field of curious research. To the moral of the whole, is four sexagesimal seconds; philosopher it also furnishes a subject and this happens only twice in a constill more interesting from the character trary direction. In 311 the other series of its original inhabitants, the brave and the extreme aberration is iwo seconds. hardy Araucanians. Their gallant and These deviations are the same that Bradsuccessful resistance to the best disci- ley found in his researches on the mu. plined troops of Spain, then in the me tation, in making observations near the ridian of her military glory, and their zenith with large sectors. They seem firm support of their national indepen. to be owing to the variety of refractions dence, exhibit a picture novel, bighly produced by the changing forms of the impressive, and strongly contrasted with layers of clouds. But from their smallthat of the other American nations. This ness we may confidently conelude, that work will also be reprinted in England. the latitude laid down from a mean of all

The French Board of Longitude, the observations is exact. having appointed a committee of its This latitude in decimal members, to examine and calculate, with degrees, or in grades, is 42,961777 the greatest care, the observations rela- That of Dunkirk, observ. tive to the continuation of the meridian ed by Delambre, and laid in Spain, as far as the Balearic isles, down only from the observa. they have delivered in a report contain: tions of the polar star, is - 56,760652 ing the results of their labours.

The new measurement reaches from Difference, or arc of the Fort Montjuy, at Barcelona, to the meridian between Dunkirk small island of Fornientcra, in the Medi- arid Fermentera

13,744575 terranean. The extent of the arc in the From the results stated in this report, direction of the meridian, from the sig- it appears, that the new measurement nal-post of Matas to that of Formentera, of the meridian in Spain confirms and is 315,552 metres. As the whole of it is gives additional certainty to the metre, on the sea, it was measured by a series by rendering it almost indepondent of of triangles along the coast of Spain, the fattening of the earth. This arc befrom Barcelona to the kingdom of Va ing joined to the meridian of France, lencia, and joining the coast of Valencia presents an are of nearly 14 grades, ly. to the islands by an immense triangle, ing at an equal distance from the equaone of the sides of which is more than tor and the pole;' and in the different 160,000 metres (or 82,555 toises) in points of which the latitudes, the azi. length. At such distances day signals muths, and the variations of gravity, would have been invisible; they there. have been observed ; and which, on ac. fore had recourse to night-signals for- count of its length, its situation, and the med by reflecting lamps, with a current exactness of the means employed, may of air, which were kept lighted at the be justly pronounced the most perfect different stations from sun set 10 sun operation of the kind that ever was ext. rise, The angles were measured with cuted.

POETRY

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Poetry.

LINES,

Say, ye who toil for wealth, untaught to

feel, Written beneath the Brow of ART#UR's SEAT..

The gen'rous glow that nobler scenes in

vite, FRIEND to the man whom melancholy Could not the solemn stillness far diffus'd, marks

That floats the tresses of the ev'ning hour, For that lone path which few are found to Mould to the plastic feeling every heart : trace,

Has not the rustic lay, amid the hills, But few to relish, save the chosen band, Resounding, soften'd from the placid vale, Whom Genius fires with pure extatic flanie, Breath'd purer balsam to the wounded And far above th' ignoble crowd exalts,

mind Nature, all pow'rful nature, be my 'theme! Than wealth can give ? say, has no happier Thy beauties ever shall be deeply felt,

time, Whilst, nobly great, the philosophic mind, Contentment, smiling thro' the shepherd's Of contemplation, high prerogative!

lot, Shall well distinguish man; to him alone Some faint rude outline of a better scheme Fair reison manifests a hand divine ; Display'd, though undefin'd, some purer Through all thy works shall captivating

thought, charms

Some plan, though strange, to virtue near More justly exercise the nobler gift?

allied. Can man more justly feel th' expansive 'Tis hence the deep - drawn inspiration glow,

springs, And own the rising transport ? happy cause! Of heav'nly love, and hence the great reAnd shall th' enraptur'd mind forbear to solve, dwell

The plans of better life, the fervid thought On scenes where every landscape can dis- For patriot argument, the dewy tear, close

Of pitying zeal, compassion's tender love! A thousand beauties to demand its praise ? Whate'er adorns, improves, or heightens Ye verdant fields, ye lov'd, though distant life, spires;

Is to the rural solitude well known. Learning, thy favor'd seat! ye sylvan glades, Where first in pensive mood I lov'd to sing Quick in the sense of right, the hate of

wrong, The joys ye gave, to recollection dear! Stili fondly cherish'd inthe frequencthought Prompt to forgive, 'twas here the good man Of many grateful sons, fresh on the mind The sacred duties of a christian life. Reversing oft, breathe in my humble lay,

On reason's canvas, here he oft would trace Again direct my thought to mark the

The varied tint of rosy-finger'd inorn,

As on the christian rising; then, afar,
Which, to the painter, give conception bold, To all the majesty of day arose
And contemplation to the peaceful sage;
Where nature's deep explorer loves to rove,

The grateful thought:-and thus the picture

glow'd, In medication wrape, where the rude mirth Till, as conception more sublimely bent, Of happy swains imparts a gladness round.

Would cast å rapid chought, and fervent Fir'd at the warm reanimating thought,

gaze I feri the vigor new with fancy's pow'r

Ac brighter beams, as if a lustre shed Glow in each vein, and, firing every sense,

Of more than mortal seeming, born of peace, Awake to rapture, harmony, and love!

Had glanc'd on earth, and kiss'd the high Sterile or base is that unfeeling mind,

design, Thounen vied parent of no generous thought, Eugenio was a solitary man! A prey to every ill, empois'ning life, Ye Groves, that to my aching sight more Where eye ne'er beam'd in virtue's ardent dear arise, cause,

Thou Sun, that rul'st by day, and thou pale Whose heart devotion purer never warm'd, Moon, As on the gifts profuse of bounteous heav'n Displaying nightly wonders without end, He hung enraptur’d: can no ray serene, To thee 1 yield my renovated praise, Far to the west a milder glow impart, To thee the pious accents shall belong!

Taught

scenes

name.

Taught by his word new wonders to dis- Who in the umbrageous solituţie retir’d, cern,

Çan look from nature's works to nature's And look beyond these floating realms of

God. light

London, To Him who gave yon light!

10th Sept. 1808. S

} Yon peaceful shade deserves no humble

SONG,
Mark, is no friend of meditation there,
No still and solemn voice which points the For the Pertu SHIRE Florist and Vegetable
glade,

Society.
Devotion's monitor? no cow'ring height,
Conception's grand designer ? --every plant

(Tune,-Wood and Married an' .'.)
Speaks awful truth in solemn nature's page. LANG syne, whan sweet Perth was :
Each sylvan aspect bids the mind explore, meadow,
The vista opens to another sky.

And Bertha near Almond did stand,

Then farmin' was ta'en little heed o', But man, for worldly use, shall leave the

They ken'd na the worth o' the land; grove,

Our auld fashion'd fathers they tell us, And stretch the hand of labour, prone to They had but sma' pieces o'r till'd; seek

The maist o't was mountains and vallies, Another's woes, and shew the gen'ral good; Save maybe a handie bit field. Nor shall thy tow'rs, Edina, vainly warm

Bogs, an' bushes, an'a'; The gen'rous heart, for, long as impulse Haughs, an' meadows, an'a'; true,

Their gaits, an' their sheep, an' their Untaught by prejudice to yield, can boast

cattle, The judgement free, thy gifts shall ever Wild staggies, wild fillies, an'a'.

live Dear to remembrance; as thy patient sons

The tenants o' sic sober mailens Draw science from her gay abode, and scan

Could pay little rent to their lairds; The simple wildness of the Border Lay.

The gentry thought then birkin palins Obscure, unhonor'd, yet I love thee still, Did brawly around their kail yard. Hence shall the poet's genius warm arise,

Brick dikes war na then i the fashion; And reason, borrowing manlier beams from Hot-houses they had nane ava; thee,

There grew ne'er a fruit i' the nation, Assume a bolder flight ; affirming truth, That waptit the help o' a wa'. The love of social order shall inspire

Grozzers, an' rizzers, an' With purer ecstacy, the hallow'd theme,

Bram'les, blae berries, an' a'; When, nature's truth in admiration mark'd, Content wi' the growth o' the island Claims from the philosophic eye its gaze.

Our daddies were couthie an' braw. Hence, taught by many a bard of old to

Sin' bonny Miss Science (they ca'd her) And spread afar where realms of bliss in

Cam' hither this kintry to view,

An' said she wad stay, if they bade her, vite,

lo Perth, wi' the lads of the õlue; Gay fancy blending with her pinion wing, A varied plumage shall her pride display,

Pomona an' Flora gat notice,

An' soon cam a visit to pay, Whilst heav'n-born gratitude, with firmer

An' mony fair babie they've brought us, step, Shall bend his musing course to nobler

To busk the sweet banks o' the Tay. souls,

Melons, pine apples, an' a'; By memory more pleasing, friendship's zeal.

Geranums, carnations, an'a'; Shall unreserved and unsuspecting yield

We'll nurse them wi' care an' si The boundless scope ; while sympathy shall

kindness,

Then wha can e'er wyle them awa glow, For ever ready in the cause oppress'd, An' now, since Pomona an' Flora And ever open to the claims of men

Delight in the banks o' the Tay, Itself the essence of our human kind. We'll cultivate a' their sweet graces,

Sae far's they may fa' in our way. Thrice happy, whom the world's commiy- We'll shade then in sultry hot weather ; nion gives

We'll fend them frae frost an' the snaw; No rude eollision from the turbid crowd,

Syne feast on the fruits o' the simmer, But warm’d, as is the fertile pasture wide, Tho' Boreas, in winter, may blaw. Ry yon meridian sun that dawns on man,

Or There shall the gifts of finer feeling prove Blest prelude, to that state ye best can prize, Bertha, the original name of Perth,

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Orchards, an' gardens, an'a'; Lords of the main, in triumph as ye ride,
Forein', an' framin', an'a'; Be Nelson's fame your glory and your
We'll rival the lads about Lon'on

gaide,
Wi' Flora, Pomona, an'a'.

A life, a death like his, your envied doom, The noblest an' best o' our country,

And all an Empire weeping o'er your

tonib.
Admirin' our progress and plan,
Have tender'd such proofs o' their bounty

THE BEE.
As merit our thanks to a man;

Mr Editor,
Then joyfully drink io their honours,

(Guessing that you are an admirer of what." Sure naue o' us here can do less,

ever is curious of its kind, I make no Sae lang's we ha'e them for our donors We weel miay depend on success.

apology for sending you the following Nobles, an' gentry, an'a';

strange production. It is entitled, “The

Happy Muse," and was written and pubMagistrates, merchants, an'a';

lished about 1766, by one Robert An-. Sae lang as we prove oursels wordy, drews. I am, Their favours they'll never with

Your most humble servant, draw.

GLOTIANUS. Now fill up a glass to each Briton,

How happy, see the bee:
To King an' to kintry ay true,
An' friendship an' love to each meelin'

Wide her enipire ! taste refin'd!

Free thro' unforbidden sweets,
Held here by tbe lads o' the blue.
Let Statesmen attend to their station,

How ranges melodious and gay!
We envy them not o' their powers,

In am'rous serenade, 'Tis cheirs to be ruling the nation,

Dancing round the blushing flower,
'Tis our's to be tendin' our flowers, Looks, admises, enflam'd alights,
Roses, an' lillies, an'a';

Embracing its spirit imbibes.
Daisies, an' violets, an' a';
Sae what a profusion o' beauty

Yet happier the muse
An' sweetness a garden can shaw.

Gay Anacreon diverts,

Tender Theocrite dissolves, Now drink to our army an' navy,

And, Pindar ! thy numbers intrance.'
Success baith by land an' by sea;
Likewise to our commerce and craftsmen,

How happy, thro' the scenes,
With artists of every degree.

Nature! thou or fancy drew, Look round you, ati' see how they're thri- Springing an intrepid fight, vin'

Still varying ac pleasure her strains As weet as the spade an' the plough;

With thee, oh! might she dwell,
Their progress is past my descrivin', Leisure! in the temple calm !
In justice to gi'e then their due. Thencé wide nature view and sing,
Farmin', an' fencin', an'a';

Till bursting this corporal shell,
Ploughin', an' plantin', an'a';
Beha'd how our kidtry's improvin', There, with ever-blooming joy,

She spring up yon abodes:
An' poverty wearin' awa'.

Radiant virtue, beauty, truth,
INSCRIPTION ON NELSON.

And friendship angelic unite.
THIS fabric, sacred to a nation's tears,

LINES,
TO NELson's deathless name his coun-
try rears.

Addressed by an Officer to a Young Lady in Not on frail stone his victories to record;

Dumfries-shire, who wished to dissuade Not with vain praise his merits to reward;

bim from going to the East INDIES.
Butz-all they can, their gratitude to shew, NO, Mary; no, I must not stay,
With honours, such as mortals can bestow, The cruel fates decree,
Long as one son of Britain shall survive, That swelling seas, for many a day,
Graved on his heart sliall Nelson's menio- Shall part my love and me.

ry live!
Pious to heaven, and bountiful as brave,

To clinies that hail the rising san + Not more his joy to conquer than to save;

I go a guest forlorn; His God aloue his virtues could repay,

But soon the destin'd years will run, And rais'd the hero to immortal day.

And speed my wish'd return. Aod ye, brave SAILORS, Britain's noble And fancy ofc shall paint the glade, bands,

Where first I told my love; The boast and bulwark of these sea-girt The wooded hill, the deep cascade, lands:

And Mabie's spreading grove.

Ard

eve

meet,

seen

And oft New Abbey's ivy'd tow'rs Then would I picture, how on summer's

Shall haunt my nightly dream, And Mavis Grove's enchanted bowers, The peasants round thy trusty walls would

And Nith's romantic stream. Sweet fancy thus 'midst wars alarms How passing time they sweetly would deShall tenderest joys impart,

ceive, And each lov'd scene shall grave thy charms How rig'rous youth would try th' athie

tic feat. More deeply on my heart.

Not only these have seen thy happy days, For let me wander o'er the earth, Or let me sail upon the sea,

But royal pomp beneath thy rool has dwelt;

When this the pensive soul intent surveys, I'll ne'er forget thee, lovd Dulskairth,

She joy derives which rustics never felt. Nor the sweet woods of Goldie Lee.

(Methinks I see her at the close of day To CRAIG-MILLAR CASTLE. Traversing slow thy orchard's fruitful

ground, Ye antique tow'rs, ye rusty, mould'ring Pensively listening to the roundelay, walls,

Or viewing nature's charms display'd aAlas! no more the hospitable scene;

round, Long have your venerable arch-roof'd halis Whom do I see upon yon lofty tow'r, Been sad and silent, cloth'd in evergreen. Su early risen to meet the rising sun ? With jovial mirth no more thou'rt doom'd 'Tis Mary's self, sweet as the morning Bow't, to teem,

Contemplating his glorious course begun. No more shall revelry within thee reign; Ah! hapless woman, doom'd ere while, I Unless when any thoughtless folk shall wech, deem

To koow the malice of a treacherous friend, It good to visit thee in frolic's train. Oh! could I then have liy'd, and then foreBut to the meditating soul thou e'er Shale prove the source of pleasure well re- What now I know, and what did then por. fin d;

tend, When such within thy boundaries appear, With rapt'rous joy the Queen of Scots I'd To feed with calm reflective sweets the sav'd mind.

From clutches of her deep-designing foe, Ah! could I find a cot within thy verge, A pow'rful sovereigo's rancour would have And would the world allow me there to bray'd dweli;

To keep an exil'd sovereign from the blow. From grovelling objects then I might e. But not for such as me could this have beeo, merge,

In humble life my present lot is set ; Of thought sublime the joys I then could tell. And lec me not repine, for thus unseen, Unknown to those who live beside thee Unknown, I 'scape the miseries of the great.

Had'st thou a lowly shepherd's hut bees Are such ideas, careless of the theme;

hight, No heaving sighs assail them as they plow, No sad ideas ever had'st thou rais d; And of thy majesty they never dre.m. . Then might thy mud-built walls, obscure ai To vulgar eyes thou're often now disclos'd, night, Who never chink, while thro’ thy walls Have stood unminded, unreproach'd, or they stray,

prais'd What sweet regret, what pleasure thou be- Excuse these lines, unworthy of the theme stow'st

Alas! my muse ill-versed in rueful strains, On those who dearly love the plaintive lay. With vivid thoughts unable yet to gleam, Who can behold thy ancient woe-worn face, But ill the honour'd cask as yet sustains. And not recall the times which saw thee While wand'ring often to thy site withgreat?

drawn, Ah! who can think of these and fail to trace The veil-wrapt scenes of former days reveal, The progress to our days, and thy sad face! That pleasant sadness, from the morning For me-enraptur'd, I could sit for ay

dawn, Upon thy ruin'd parapets, and think Till even's advent, may my senses steal

. How scenes of yore have long-since pass'd And may such subjects teach nie how to away ;

prize And thus absorb'd the cup of fancy drink. All earthly joys, which pass away life wird; Borne on her wing, I'd quickly overtake And may my raptur'd' soul surnout the Ages, so long elaps'd, now quite forgot :

skies, My powers of observation would awake, There heavenly, everlasting joys, to find. And mark how various changes round Lauriston, 2 were brought :

S0th Sept. 1808. S

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