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divers. At length one asked, what was anecdotes relating to several remarkable Sir Edm. Pye, that married Lord Lucas's Persons, by Mr. Richard Symmonds. sister; one answered, he was Pye of

Pye-Corner. The committee of Somerset-House jo ized and made to amount out of the

Archbishop Chichley. king's goods and movables, with the pic

One of the courtiers in Henry VI's time tures, &c. 200,0001., notwithstanding the sent, by one of the king's servants, a pie queen had carried away, and himself

full of rags as a present to Cardinal Chiche caused to be carried away, abundance of ley, as a scorn to his extraction, being the jewels.

son of a broker or draper. The cardinal His pictures, which he bought of the received the messenger very civilly, and Duke of Mantua, cost 20,0001. It is ob- desired him to present his service to the Derved of him, that he gave most and king, and give him many thanks, and 10 pleased inost those that had most abused tell him, he desired bis inajesty to outgo and cheated him.

his father llenry V. in all acts and The queen of Bohemia, his sister, stood proivess and virtue, as he had done in fear of, and suffered herself to be ranted

his father in honours and preferat to sell things to please the Ruperts and Cary,

The king had written a book with his Letter from Tługh Peters to Secretary own hand, wherein were many things on, Rushworth, desiring the Enlargement government, and in it a model of go of Lady Newport. vernment for the nation, according to Honest Friend, that of France, and to effect it how the

I understand that the Lady Harford bringing in the German horse, thereby to is out and the Lady Aubigny; ye may setile it. The old Earl of Bedford had remember that I had a promise for my seen or heard of this book, and being Lady Newport, wheri you know my Lord familiar with Oliver St. John, since chief- Newport is here with us; I pray, therejustice, told him of it, who by all means fore, let me intreat you not to fayle to get wrought with the Earl of Bedford, that her out, and let her want nothing. I he might see this book, which lie accom- pray, and charge it upon mee what charge plisired, and made use of it against the you shall bee ät, shee shall have a coach king, which the king perceived, and tonn and money sent her at her quarters, it to be Bedford, with whom lie was much This is the request of great men here, and displeased. Eurl of Cork

for good. I pray favour us in this case,

and have you heartily saluted from Had the greatest estate of all the no

Yours, bility in King Charles's time. He was

IICGI PETERS. bred a boy with an attorney by Sir Wil- London, Ilidnesday. liam Mann, of Canterbury. Lord Arundel of Vardour

Letter from Colonel Algernon Sidney to Has 11,0001. or 12,0001. a year, was the Rt. Hor, Sir Thomas Fairfax, Go burnt in the hand for man-slaughter for neral of the Parliament Army. a duel between Compton and Lord Chan

Sir, dos, Easter Term 1653. Lord Chundos

I thought myself obliged to give yoa Has 3000l. per annun. He married notice that the Parliament hath appointLord Rivers' daughter. This Lord Clave ed me governor of Chichester, and that I dos was burnt in the land for that duel am obliged to goedowne thither presently too, at the same time.

to enter upon my charge theare, after

which I shall not fail to wait upon you, George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham,

and to deliver up my regiment to whome Had in his prosperity 25,0001, a year you shall command me. I have not lett in England and Ireland. Mr. Traylman, ihe army without extreine unwillingnesse, wbo was surveyor-general and his sern and could not perswade myself to it by vant, told me so, June 1653.

any other reason then that, by reason of Waller, the Poet of Braconsfield, my lameness, I am not able to doe the Had 20001. a year; sold 5001. or 6001. Parliament and you the service that to save his life.

would be expected from Pye.

Your most liumble servant, A certain company was reckoning up London, May 14. AL. SYDNEY, the fainilies of the Pyes, and banned

VII, Letter




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do it so that the success answer Letter from Sir Wm. Dugdale to Sir my expectation, assure yourself that i

John Cotton, objecting to Mr.Burneft, will take it extraordinarily kindly at being a Scotchmun, wriling the Historý your hands, as I am one ihat wisheth of the Reformation.

you well, and desires you to continue For the worthily honoured Sir John still as you have been å true servant of Cotton, Bart. these,

your master, Honoured Sir,

To the Marquis of Buckingham. Perceiving by Mr. Burnett (whom I lately met with) that he expects you at Letter from King James to Secretary your house in Westminster soon after

Cecil. Christmas, and intends to come to you My little Beagle,

Aug: 8. for search of what you have in order to Ye and your fellows there are so his purposed History of the Reforination; proud now, that ye have gotten again the I thought fit to let you know that guiding of a feminine court in the old some of our must eminent bishops and fashion, as I know not how to deal with orthodox clergy, hearing thereof, do not Ye sit at your ease and direct all, think bim a competent person for sucli a The news from all the parts of the world work, being a Scotchman, as though none conies to you in your chamber. The of our English divines were sufficient for king's own resolutions depend upon your such an undertaking: besides, we playnly posting dispatches; and when ye list, yə see by his Historie of the Dukes Hamil

can (setting on your bod-sides) with one ton, how he is byast; for he lays the call or whistling in yourfist, make hiin to foundation of the late execrable rebellion post night and day till he come to your totally upon the bishops; I am therefore presence. Well I know Suttolk is inaradvised to entreat you, that when he ried, and hath also his handfull now in makes his address to you concerning this harbouring that great little proud mall, businesse, you will tell him, that you are that comes in his chair. But for your and shall be willing to promote any good postmaster, who is wanton and wifeless, worke, but this being of weightye consi- I cannot but be jealous of your greatness deration, and he no English-man, you of my wife, for besides that the very numthinke it expedient to advise with some ber of threet is well liked of by women, his of our chiefest bishops therein. Sir, the face is so ainiable that it is able to entice, high honour I bear to you, makes ine thus and his fortune bath ever been to be bold to trouble you about this matter; great with she-saints. But his part is praying therefore for your good health, Į foul in this, that never having taken a rest

wife to himself in his youth, he cannot Your most obedient seryant, now be content with his grey hairs to WM. DUGDALE.

forbear another man's wife; but for esHeralds' Office in London,

piation of this sin, I hope that ye

have all Dec. 20, 1677.

three, with the rest of your society, taken

this day an enchanter cup of thankfulness Letter from Queen Anne to the Marquis for the occasion, which fell out a time of Buckingham, in behalf of Sir Walter when ye durst not avow me: and here Ruleigh.

hath been kept this day the feast of hing Anna R.

James's delivery at St. John's Ilouses My kind Dogge,

All other matters I refer to the kneve, If I have any power or credit with the bearer's report, and so fare you well. you, I pray you let me have a triall of it

JAMES R. at this time in dealing sincerely and earnestly with the king that Sir Walter Ra

* Cecil.

† Lord Henry Howaru. leigh's life may not be called in question.



SEE o'er yon grave a mourner weepsa

And heaves the heart-felt sigh;
In that cold grave a Father sleeps,

Hid from each mortal eye ;
But grief's first dreadful tumult o'er,

Delusive hopes return;
And whisper, "Mortal, weep no more,

"Map was not made to mourn !""

He listens to the syren lay,

Though his heart is filled with sorrow,
And paints a better-brighter day

And does to-morrow's sun arise

To bring his heart relief?
Or does it find his languid eyes
Free from the tears of grief?


O, W-S.


Original Poetry.

[Feb. 1 Now he still lingers o'er the sods,

O yet once more your aid impart, To bid a last adieu;

And bid the battle cease ; And scenes which once a Father trod,

Then raise another monumentAffection brings to view ;

A MONUMENT OÉ PEACE. He's found that the sad child of grief,


JAS, JENNINGS. Who feels the keen pangs of sorrow, May hope in vain to find relief


To-morrow. • Tis thus with many happy scenes

On the arrival of the Horses in Birmingham We form of future joys;

1o enuci at the Theatre there. A cloud of sorrow intervenes,

And all our bliss destroys :
Nough but the present moment's ours as

HEROES and Heroines, by your leave,
This we may call our own;

'Tis folly now to strut or grieve; But the events of future hours

And ye, poor bards dramatic, Are known to God alone :

No longer boast Sel artic, For he who now is happy, gay,

Ye all may now right soundly sleep, And who laughs at future sorrow,

And Th.. may smile and Pom. inay weep

For hark! to truinpet and to druin May sleep beneath a heap of clay


The Cinquerors Equestrian come,
James B. Brown.

And which, amongst ye all, I pray,
So many characters can play,

Make war, make love, and die away?

See how they prance, and paw and kick,

To make ya all with envy sick,
FEATHER írom a gannet's tail,

Make players, poets, stand aloof,
Dropp'd in the middle of the ocean,

And own the glories of the hoof!
Well drench'd and tumbled by the gale,

Make Dryden's, O vay's, Shakespeare's forces He did not much admire his motion :

Confess the triumph of the Horses; © Where am I ?" quoth the leather with a

In short, make Folly, as she passes, whine ;

Turn a whole audience into Asses. Oons! on the ocean's nasty stinking brine!" ei Sir Plume," quoth Ocean to the feather,

THE EOLIAN HARP. * It seems you don't much like foul weather : But

By S. DACRE. be grateful, if you please ;

pray For, pert young gentleinan, d'ye see,

THAT Harp untouch'd by mortal hands, Your lofty parent, but for me,

Like love, each gentle heart commandse Had never earn’d his bread and cheese." Awakes the soul, illumes its fires,

With fancy warms, with thought inspires.

Let the light breeze salute the strings,
we delight to view thee, silver Moon !

And every note in concert rings: Swift o'er Heaven's concave in thy cha So woman's angel smile must give riot glide,

The spell that bids each feeling live.
Delight to view thee near thy highest noon

The breeze fits by the music's o’er,
Riding aloft in full majestic pride :
Sublime thou sit'st above our carthly gaze,

Thc syren strain allures no more;
Before thy car two milk-white coursers run;

And love's bright flower as quickly
Pleas'd we behold thee dazzled at the blaze

It buds, it blossoms, droops, and dies,
Of thy fierce brother, the day-ruling Sun.
Now as thou travellest thy custom'd way,

Impart, impart to them thy genial light,

Who thro' the distant Polish deserts stray,

LO! the dark clouds dispersing fast,
Amidst the horrors of the wintry night; Proclaim the tempest's raging pasti
Who wander houseless o'er the northern plains, Creation siniling, sees once more
XVhere war with famine join'd and devastation Peace the departed calm restore,

Views the rough elements oppressid
MICHAEL PRENDERGAST. To yield destructive war for rest.
Mercbant Tailors School,

Elate with glee the lab'ring hind

Resumes the wonted task assign'd, WRITTEN ir ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL, And joyous hails the calm serene

On seeing the Monuments raised by Parlia That gives new lustre to the scene. ment to the Memory of our Naval and Mili- With gentle breath from yonder trees

Zephyrus fans the dying breeze, THE victors? brows with laurel crown’d, And Echo's voice serenely clear, And trophies rear'd on high,

Responsive vibrates on my ear. Pelight the mind; but ah! delight

Again the shepherd pipes his flute, Nat oft without a sigh,

And warbling birds, that late were mute, For orphans' tears and widows' groans Pour forth from yonder bloomy sprays The shrinking soul appal;

A note of thankfulness and praise, And nor may glory nor may gold

To see the smiling God of Day The father lost recal.

Returning, bcam a cheering ray,

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tary Heroes,

For Phoebus now diffusive beams

From man, whose form now sorely terrifies me. His heay'n-constructed light, in streams; From beasts and screaming birds, and trees and Producing in the drops of rain,

plants. Refraction's richly tinted stain;

Where sha!l I hide me from the glary day? Forming beneath the vaulted skies

Where find repose ? Alas! there's none for me ; A beauteous bow of various dies!

No rest-no rest--horror attends me now. Iris, in earlier days mine eyes

My blood is sour; heart blasted, brain on fire: On thee transfix'd with rape surprise, Then come, Despair ! come, come, I sayHave gaz'd till my transported views

Despair ! Lost the last fragment of thy hues;

Tear out my scalded eye-balls from their scoops; Till feeling the celestial glow

Pluck out my heart by the roots-give it to Which inspiration's powers bestow,

dogs, Expand my fancy, lift my soul,

Or cast it smoking to the fiends of hell, To change for earth high Heav'n's control! A fit repast for demons! Rest, no rest !

Ah! see his form; it beckons me. I come:

Here will I plunge, and meet this spirit in hell, ODE TO POETRY.


VIRGIN divinely lovely,

Hither thy joy-sandal'd feet bend,
Leading the flowers;

Come and repose on thy suppliant

IN chorus join, companions dear!
Looks of angelical love.

Why silent sleeps the tongue ?
Fairest, thy loose sowing raiment

Noble our theme, our song
Which in the loom of the Graces

Home's music, sweet, sincere ;
Wove Inspiration,

Sweets, that we'll echo loud and long.
Streams, like a gold-bedropt lily,

Soit on the playiul gale.

Let Home, sweet Home, salute the ear,
Beams of sweet transport diffusing,

Home, Home ! -- Is aught so sweei, so dcard Stars of the morning thine eyes are:

Belov’d, delicious, blissful Home ! 'Laying thy smooth neck,

Re-echoing thee, to thee we come. Shoulders, and bosom's snow tresses,

Near is the time--Hail, blissful hour i Streamlets of love-spells ! go wand'ring

O'er us thy pleasure shower!
Down from the flower-twined laurel wreath

The toil of study past,
Over thy beautiful form.

The goal we reaclı at last;

Long wish'd for goaloi Thought's grave lore. Sweetly amid the green laurels

(CIORUS. And the dividing locks rises 'Thine iv'ry forehead:

Away with books; tired Muse, away!

From their harsh theme we stray.
Thus beams a palace of crystal
Thro' the enchanted groves.

Away with cankering care :

We'll revel fice as air. As the young moon thro’ the white clouds

When trouble’s pasi, the bliss how rare ! Lovely shines, so through its thin veil

[CHORUS. Glimmers thy bosom.

Hills, meads, in Smiling pleasure shine,
Hither, O passing fáir, hither

We'll Nature's gala jon.
Come at thy suppliant's vow.

Each bird, that seeks the nest,
Come, and from thy balmy lips

Proclaims, how Home is blest. Pour aloft a rapt'rous song!

Then oh! be ours its joy divize! Strike a new, melodious measure

[CHORUS. From the heav’n-born victor lyre

Giles, bring the snorting horses nigh. And fly, thou song of rapture, high ;

They come we go-we fly.
And swell thy music, victor lyre !

The lovely threshold dear,
Till on wings of ecstasy,

The mother's kiss--. the tear,
Soar sublime my ravish'd soul,

With bliss o'erflowing sweet, we'll share.
Away! away! away!

[CHORUS. To the palaces, and groves, and meads

To thee, paternal roof, all hail! That deck the magic streams in Fancy's world. Let song, of joy prevail.

O daystar, wly thy glow

Dost thou delay to show? SOLILOQUY OF A MURDERER,

Loved guide to the best joys we know !
Standing on the edge of a Precipice.

Olll that the earth would ope his massive jaws, Let Home, Sweet Home, salute the ear,

And let me to her murkiest cavern fall: Home, Home !~ Is ought so sweet, so dear Where I might hide me from the light of day, Belov’d, delicious, blissful Home! from suộ, and moon, and stars. They hạte me Re echoing thee, to thee we come.


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[Feb. Is Estracts from the Portfolio of a Man of Letters.





AUTHOR OF JUNIUS, HE whole business of the letters of Sir Ilenry de Bath, a justiciary of the

Junicis was to give popularity to the kingdom, was' in 35 Henry III. accused cause of Wilkes. They were written chief- by Sir Phillip Darcy of falsehood in the ly during Wilkes's confinement in the king's court, and by another of bis fellow King's Bench, which lasted two years, justices for acquitting a malefactor for a from April 1768 to April 1770.

bribe, which so incensed the king against The style of these letters, so distin- him, as at the parliament then holden he guished for a hissing effervescence of de- breaks out in a rage, protesting that who clamation, 'which dilates every drop of soever would kill him should be acquitted scandal into an all-besmearing lather of for the deed: yet afterwards this Sir Henry venom, is exactly that of Wilkes. Com. was released, paying 2000 marks and rea pare bis papers in the North Briton; stored to liis place. compare the two letters No. 69 and 70, in the first volume of Woodfall's edition Athelwolfe, king of the West, Saxons, of Junius: both the exordiumis especially gave the tenth part of his kingdoin for the Have his classical allusion, his trim ele service of God, and an annuity of 300 gance, his antithesis, and his sarcasm. marks to be bestowed in pious uses at The letters signed, Junici, Junius in reply Rome, and went thither twice in person thereto, and Correggio, display a prac with his youngest son, Alfred, whom Pope tised lubricity of metaphor, only probable Leo the Fourth anointed a king, at eleven from the author of the Essay on Woman. years of age.

Woodfall, as appears from vol. II. p. 234, had applied to Wilkes for annota.

King Alfred first collected the laws of tions to the letters of Junios: now this his predecessors and others, the kings of very edition contains noies, which hardly the Saxons, and by grave consent of his any other man than Wilkes could have furnished, and which reveal for the first test, abrogated the rest, and added

states assembled, made choice of the fittime the source of the imitation of Junios. others. By hiin was the first division of

Junius sometimes abuses Wilkes; but the land into sbires, hundreds, and tithe this was a convenient mask, and, as he ings; and hy bim public schools had Himselt ubserves, was so managed, is not their beginning or reviving. to leave a scar. He sometimes differs from Wilkes; but only when Wilkes found it rather necessary io go further than he This country has produced many lite. approved, in order to conciliate the Bill rary artisans, farmers' boys, milk-women, of-Rights club. Wilkes was always, in

and others, who enjoy some popularity facı, accommodated even by the resistance of fame: but not one chimney-sweeper of Junius.

occurs in the list. Holland had the Wilkes, and Wilkes only, could

glory of producing the most celebrated

pro. duce, and did produce, autographs of

of chimney-sweepers.

He wrote in Junius, independently of Woodfall.*

Latin, under the name Beronicius, a ADDITIONAL SCRIPTURES.

poem, in two cantos, entitled, Georgara There is a prospect of our obtaining

chontomachia ; it describes an insurrecauthentic additions to the Bible; and tion of the peasants against the barons, those, from the manuscripis in the library

and was printed at Middelburg, in ace of Paris,

tavo, during the year 1766. M. de Sacy has given extracts from the

CHRISTOPIIER MYLIUS. book of Enoch, there preserved, which In a catalogue of authors buried in still forms a part of the Christian canon London would occur the name of Chris in Abyssinia, and formed a part of the topher Mylius, who died there in 1754, Jewish canon in the time of Christ. He on his way to the West Indies, whither has so given extracts from the Divan, he was going, under Prussian patronage, which probably contains genuine writings and with recommendations from the phya of John the Baptist, preserved to this siologist Haller, for purposes of natural day by his followers, who remain a baptist history, sect in Galilee and Arabia.

He had published, in 1744, “ Three

Dialogues on Important Truths, with this * Wilkes's own Letters are the best motto, or epigraph, Obsequium amicos, ve refutation of this hypothesis.-EDITOR, qilus odium parit. The first dialogues



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