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FROM JULY TO DECEMBER, 1829.
(BEING THE TWENTY-SECOND OF A NEW SERIES.)
PART THE SECOND.
PRODESSE & DELECTARE.
E PLURIBUS UNUM.
BY SYLVANUS URBAN, GENT.
PRINTED BY J. B. NICHOLS AND SON, 25, PARLIAMENT STREET;
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AND SOLD BY JOHN HARRIS,
AT THE CORNER OF ST. PAUL'S CHURCH YARD, LUDGATE STREET;
AND BY PERTHES AND BESSER, HAMBURGH.
LIST OF EMBELLISHMENTS.
[Those marked thus * are Vignettes printed with the letter-press.]
*Pulpit of Banwell Church, Somerset
St. Mark's Chapel, North Audley Street...
Representations of various objects of antiquity; viz. a case of instruments found near Furness Abbey; small leaden shields found in Peak-castle, co. Derby; a girdle-hook found at Blakehurst, Sussex; two small seals found near Cork and at Seathorne, co. York; and the pulpit at Holne, co. Devon........ *Plan of the Druidical Temple at Stanton Drew, Somerset View of an ancient Mansion at Shrewsbury..
*Ground-plan of Peterchurch Church, Herefordshire.
Dore Abbey, Herefordshire.
*Representations of Gravestones at Whaplode, co. Lincoln
WE are about to enter on our Hundredth Year-an announcement requiring no prefatory remark:-the fact is "worth a thousand homilies." Dare we hope, Dare we hope, or rather may we not thankfully exclaim, "Length of days is in our right hand, and in our left there is honour?" We do, indeed, trust that the "viridis senectus" is ours, and that, as we have grown in years, we have increased in wisdom. And have we not
that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, TROOPS OF FRIENDS?"
Bear ye witness, our present emotions, we have ;-and we acknowledge these blessings with feelings of gratitude and thankfulness to Him from whom they spring, and to those who are the agents of his goodness.
Severe was our training—if we may use a word of jocularity, we would say our cradle was a CAVE, and we were nursed by a SON. Seriously, we claim integrity as our birth-right, and may we not hope that we retain that uncompromising love of truth which we learnt at the lips of our Foster Parent? This is an honourable distinction; we have made our boast of it before, and we glory in it
It has been our lot to witness many a storm which has gathered over our country-we have seen the elements of civil society endangered-we have witnessed the "madness of the people,”-political infidelity has sounded in our ears the alarm-"Let us break their bonds asunder, and cast their cords from us." In every hour of Britain's agony we were found at the post of loyalty always to us the place of affection and of duty. We have seen much of parties. Crowds of contemporaries have "strutted their hour" of popularity, and disappeared, leaving neither name nor reputation behind. Yet here we are- and, like the British oak which requires a century to mature its strength and beauty, we stand rooted in the integrity of our principles, and firm in the soundness of our faith; looking forward with hope and confidence, that the same hand which has enabled us to weather the tempests that have beat upon our heads, will still refresh us with the dews of grace and favour.
If we are egotistical, let it be remembered that the occasion on which we speak is without precedent in the history of periodical Literature; the event is a proud one, and even the cynic may leave us to our triumph.