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No. LIII.-Vol. IX.


CONTENTS. 1. Horæ Germanicæ, No. XII. The Pilgrimage, a Drama, by the Baron la Motte Fouquè.-II. Ode on the Olden Time-Notes.-III. Morsels of Melody-No. I. The Invitation-No. II. The Separation -No. III. The Dreary Moor-No. IV. The Evening Lake-No. V. The Marble Heart—No. VI. The Evening Star.-IV. Lamb's Translation of Catullus.-V. The Florida Pirate.-VI. On the Probable Influence of Moral and Religious Instruction on the Character and Situation of Seamen. No. II.-VII. Inch Keith Beacon.-VIII. The Invocation.-IX. The Landscape.-X. The Wanderer of Connaught. -XI. Elegy on a Country Maiden.—XII. The Sons of Mooslim. -XIII. Sir Thomas Browne's Letters to a Friend.-XIV. The Plague of Darkness, a Dramatic Scene from the Exodus.-XV. The Last Plague-Notes.-XVI. On Psalm-Singing in our Churches, with some Observations upon the proposed “ Additional Psalmody.” -XVII. The Forgers.--XVIII. Works preparing for Publication. -XIX. Monthly List of New Publications.-XX. Monthly Register-Commercial Report--Appointments, Promotions, &c.—Births, Marriages, and Deaths.




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200 Expedition against the Pirates of the The Voyages and Travels of ColumGulf of Persia. 1819-20..

151 bus Secundus. Chap. XI. and XII. 206 Timbuctoo and Mungo Park

158 Dr Scott's Return from Paris ! ! ! mama 214 theb A Short Vocabulary of the Tim- Expostulation with Mr 216

160 Familiar Epistles to Christopher -1 Letter from Bill Truck, inclosing“The North, from an Old Friend with a

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The Steam-Boat. No. VII. Lon-

sonalities of the Whigs and the Outdon Adventures

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217 Tale XI. The Effigies

168 The late Tale XII. The Broken Heart 170 The King's Visit to Ireland On Feldberg's Denmark

172 Epigram from the Danish of Thaarupan

176 WORKS PREPARING for PUBLICABallad, by Professor Molbechamam 178

TION mamman Why are Poets indifferent Critics ? 180

186 MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLI. 7,1 A Mother's Dirge over her Child

Morsels of Melody. Part II. 188
No. VII. The Pillow of the

. VIII. Come, Mary, to me! 189 Commercial Report.

ib. Appointments, Promotions, &c.
No. X. The Evening Invitation 190 Births, Marriages, and Deaths w... 238
No. XI. Absence

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CONTENTS of No. LIII.-(Being the last No. of Vol. IX.)
I. Horæ Ġermanicæ. No. XII. The Pilgrimage, a Drama, by the Baron la

Motte Fouqué.-II. Ode on the Olden Time.—III. Morsels of Melody -
İV. Lamb's Translation of Catullus.-V. The Florida Pirate.-VI. On the
Probable Influence of Moral and Religious Instruction on the Character and
Situation of Seamen. No. II. VII. Inch Keith Beacon.-VIII. The Invo-
cation. IX. The Landscape.-X. The Wanderer of Connaught.—XI. Ele-
gy on a Country maiden.—XII. The Sons of Mooslim.- XIII. Sir Thomas
Browne's Letter to a Friend.XIV. The Plague of Darkness, a Dramatic
Scene from the Exodus.-XV. The Last Plague.-XVI. On Psalm-Singing
in our Churches, with some Observations upon the Proposed “ Additional
Psalmody.XVII. The Forgers.—XVIII. Works preparing for Publica-
tion.XIX. Monthly List of New Publications.-XX. Monthly Register,


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CONTENTS or No. LIV.-(Being the first No. of Vol. X.)
I. Epistle Preliminary.-II. The Steam-Boat. No. VI. (Poyage Third.) Tale

10. A Jeanie Deans in Love. Part Second. The Preparations. Part Third.
the Coronation.-III. Account of a Coronation-Dinner at Edinburgh.-IV.
The Voyages and Travels of Columbus Secundus. Chapters 7, 8, 9, and 10.
- V. Familiar Epistles to Christopher North, from an Old Friend with a
New Face. Letter I. On Hogg's Memoirs.-VI. The Modern British Dra-
ma. No. I. The Fatal Unction; a Coronation Tragedy. By Lælius ***
* * * *, M. D.-VII. “Fifæana." No. I.–VIII. Characters of Living Au.
thors, by Themselves. No. I.-IX. Essays on Cranioscopy, Craniology:
Phrenology, &c. By Sir Toby Tickletoby, Bart. Chapters 1, 2, and 3.-
X. The Muses Welcome to the High and Mightie Prince James, &c.—XI
Remark on Bishop Corbet's Poems.—XII. Ode on the King's Landing ir
Ireland.-XIII. A Welcome to his Majesty George IV. on his Arrival ir
Ireland.-XIV. Excellent New Song, Composed and Sung by James Scott
Esq. M. D. 19th July.-XV. Extempore Effusion, Sung with great Effec
by Morgan O'Doherty, Esq. 19th July.—XVI. Sylvanus Urban and Chris
topher North.--XVII. Continuation of Don Juan.-XVIII. An Expostu
latory Round Robin from Fourteen Contributors.-XIX, The Finish.

By publishing this extra Number, the Eleventh Volume will commence

at the regular period in January.

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A Lyrical Ballad.
THE Justice, in his elbow-chair,

Though age so gently press'd him, he
Sat, while a Parish Overseer,

By accident was not uncross'd ;
At much expence of breath and action, It was the rougher foe to him,
- And eke in high dissatisfaction,

And robb’d him of a precious limb,
Address'd his worship's ear.

His left-side arm was lost.
His tale in brief (though brevity

Thus maim'd, yet he, you still would say,
He studied not) was that a Pauper, From no inglorious stock was bred ;
Who of the parish claimed support, He bore an air of hardihood,
Pray'd for this bounty in a sort

Of freedom breathed from the wild wood, Most monstrous and improper.

Where his prime life was led. The needy wretch had strongly begg'd With open front he stood a picture Some pittance to his share might fall; And though his frock gave you to trace,

With which, to manage as he may, By the loose dangling sleeve, his loss, 1,1 Nor drone his scrap of life away

It did not mar his port; he was Within the work-house wall.

A model still of rustic grace. This to the man in office seem'd

This thread-bare frock, uncouthly patch'd, A favour inadmissible.

Badge of the craft he erst had plied, 'Twas casting on the house a slur, A forest livery had been ; And on him too, the officer,

And then in colour 'twas as green Who govern'd it so well.

As leaves in summer-tide. The applicant of whom he spake,

But now its joyous gloss was gone In hale old age before them stood; For suns, and winds, and dews,

and showers, Time had not shorn his temples bare, Had robb’d it of it's honours bright, But on them his once chesnut hair And changed it to the rusty plight In snowy whiteness flow'd.

Of autumn's soberer bowers.
There was a sparkling in his eyes, Such was old Arthur Bromfield_such
Di The after-gleam of past enjoyment s His bearing in his low estate.
Ir And his complexion, fresh and clear, His free vocation stamp'd his mien,
Deroted, that in open air

For in New-Forest he had beer
Had lain his old employment.

Groomkeeper till of late ; Upright he stood, and unabashed, And wish'd it still, and had been able, And gave to view a manly frame,

But for his hapless mutilation, Such as in former times had been

Which chanced when with the verd'rors he
The champion of the village green, In venison season merrily
And chief in every game.

Pursued his occupation.
Vol. X

'Twas his to watch the antler'd herd, “ And when it nigh'd to Christmas-tide,
Which peering pass'd in mute alarm, I cut the holly's glorious bough,
But as he got into an oak,

To deck our parish-church withal ;-
A branch decay'd beneath him broke, And some I carried to the hall,
And thence he lost his arm.

With merry misletoe.

“ Well, Arthur," said the Magistrate, “ Such were my shifts, poor helps they were “What in thy favour can'st aver ? For eking out those means of mine: There must, forsooth, be weighty cause But now my wits are at an end, To reckon thee, 'gainst parish laws,

And I shall thankfully depend An out-door pensioner ?”

On what your worship may assign.” « An please your honour," quoth old Ar- Spake the Overseer :—“His worship will thur,

Give us an order to receive you “ I know nought of their rules about it ; Into the House.”-A spot of ire But this I will make bold to say,

Glow'd on the veteran's cheek like fire: I'd scorn to take the parish pay,

Said he, “My presence would but grieve Could I earn bread without it.

you. “ Born in the woods, up from a boy “ I've lived among the ranging deer, I've been a roving forester,

Till leaves and greensward, air and light, And fairly earn'd, till latterly,

I almost need as much as they : My food, and fire, and livery,

And where my blithe companions stray, By keeping the King's deer.

Those haunts I cannot quit. “ Three years are gone since this befel ;" " Your house to me would be a prison ; And here he touch'd his empty sleeve. For I've in open forest spent “And though no longer fit to be

My threescore years, without controul ;A forest-groom, yet zealously

No,—give the smallest weekly dole,
By my own work I strove to live. And I'll be gratefully content.”
" The ranger gave a bounty, when “ It cannot be," quoth the Overseer.
From service I was forced to go,

The Justice nodded in assent,
And with it I two years was fed ;

And said with mildness,——“That retreat, Since which this hand has got me bread, From what you apprehend of it, And that with hard ado.

Will prove far different.” “Using my wits in works, of which " Be't what it will, it suits not me, A one-armed man is capable,

I'll seek my woodland hut once more. In shifts to make a livelihood,

So said, so done,—for suddenly, I traversed heath, and moor, and wood, Not without bow of courtesy, For matters which would sell.

He sought, and left the door.

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