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of them rush in rapid succession; the ground | was covered with their remains to the depth of two inches at least, all round the fires. This operation seemed to inspire every one with mirth, and one of the destroyers availed himself of the good humour of the spectators, to raise voluntary contributions among them for the wood and straw which he had burnt in pretty large quantities."

In conclusion, we have to repeat our approbation of this work, which we consider to be among the best contributions from Italy

of late years.

BRITISH FRUIT TREES.

We resume our extracts from Mr. Phillips' excellent work on this subject, whereon so general an interest is spread over our gardens, orchards, and tables; and, as in our last Number, do little else than indicate the various subjects by (in printers' phrase) an italic side-head. We begin with some curious particulars relative to the

than true, that the difficulty increases, if the | to Holland, where it was called bosskins over
object be economy.
zee. Whether the Dutch first procured this

The justice of this remark will be acknow-fruit from Britain, or from any other nor-
ledged by every observer.
thern countries, we must acknowledge our-
selves indebted to the gardeners of that coun-
try for so improving the size, if not the fla-
vour of this fruit.

1

“'Tis true, 'tis pity; pity 'tis, 'tis true.
"The importation of chesnuts is very con
siderable both from Spain and Portugal, yet
I believe it is rare if ever there is a single
Catalonians have this strange religious prac-
meal made from them in this country. The
tice. On the 1st of November, the eve of
All Souls, they run about from house to
house to eat chesnuts, believing that for
every chesnut they swallow, with proper
faith and unction, they shall deliver a soul
out of purgatory."

have been taken from the similitude of the
"The English name of currant seems to
we call currants, or Corinths, from Corinth,
fruit to that of the small Zante
grapes, which
where this fruit formerly grew in great
abundance, and which are so much used in
this country for cakes, puddings, &c.

"The Italians seem to have no other name

for the currants than uvette, little grapes. The currant does not appear in the list of At Geneva they are called raisins de Mars. fruits published by Thomas Tusser in 1557, which I have transcribed to shew what fruits were cultivated in the latter part of Queen Mary's reign.

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Apples of all sorts, apricots, barberries; boollesse, black and white; cherries, red and black; chesnuts; cornet plumbs; damisens, white and black; filberds, red and white; gooseberries; grapes, white and red; green or grass plumbs; hurtil berries; medlers, or meles; mulberries; peaches, white and red; peeres of all sorts; peer plumbs, black and yellow; quince-trees; raspis; reisons; small trees; wardens, white and red; walnuts; wheat plumbs."

"The great chesnut-tree near Mount Etna is perhaps one of the most extraordinary trees in the Old World. It is called The chesnut-tree of a Hundred Horses,' from the following traditionary tale : Jean of Arragon, when she visited Mount Etna, was attended by her principal nobility, when a heavy Barberry."I have (says the author) a shower obliged them to take refuge under barberry-tree in my garden near 20 feet in this tree, the immense branches of which Height, the branches of which extend over a sheltered the whole party. According to the circumference of 60 feet. It has been covered account given of it by Mr. Howel, this cheswith blossom this spring, and had a pleasing nut tree is 160 feet in circumference, and, aleffect in the shrubbery; but was so offensive though quite hollow within, the verdure of for about a fortnight, that no one would the branches is not affected; for this species walk near it during that time. It seems of tree, like the willow and some others, de-nuts; strawberries, red and white; service particularly attractive to singing birds wher-pends upon its bark for subsistence. The ever it is planted, especially the bull finch and cavity of this enormous tree is so extensive, the goldfinch, both of which often build in that a house has been built in it, and the inthese bushes. habitants have an oven therein, where they dry nuts, chesnuts, almonds, &c. of which they make conserves; but as these thoughtless people often get fuel from the tree that shelters them, it is feared that this natural curiosity will be destroyed by those whom it protects."

"A very singular circumstance has been stated respecting the barberry-shrub,-that corn sown near it, proves abortive, the ears being in general destitute of grain; and that this influence is sometimes extended to a distance of three or four hundred yards across a field. This is a just cause for banishing it from the hedge-rows of our arable fields, for which, otherwise, it's thorny branches would have made a desirable fence. When this coral-like fruit is ripe, it adds much to the beauty of the garden; but it's acidity is so great, that even the birds refuse to eat it."

The black currants, which were formerly called squinancy berries, on account of their great use in quinsies, are natives of Sweden and the northern parts of Russia, as well as the northern counties of England, where they have been found in their natural state, growing in alder swamps, and in wet hedges by the banks of rivers. In some parts of Wild cucumber.-"The juice of wild cu-Siberia, the black currants are said to grow cumber leaves dropped with vinegar into the to the size of hazel nuts. The inhabitants ears, was thought a good remedy for deaf- of that country make a drink of the leaves: ness. A decoction of the fruit being sprin-in Russia a wine is made of the black curkled in any place will drive away mice; it rants; and it is also made in some parts of was also said to cure the gout, &c.; indeed, England." so many virtues were attributed to it by the "The currant-tree that was brought from ancients, that if we were inclined to give cre- the isle of Zante, by our Levant traders, and Chesnut.-"The remains of very old de- dit to them, it would cause our wonder to first planted in England in the year 1533, cayed chesnut-trees may be seen in the Fo- find they had any complaint uncured." I conclude was the vine that produces the rest of Dean, Enfield Chase, and in The Currant."This agreeable and whole-small grapes which we call currants, and of many parts of Kent. At Fortworth, in some fruit is undoubtedly a native of our which the English use more than all the rest Gloucestershire, is a chesnut-tree fifty-two country it was formerly found growing in of the world together. This fruit grows in feet round: it is proved to have stood there the wild state, in woods and hedges in York- great abundance in several places in the Arsince the year 1150, and was then so remark-shire, Durham, and Westmorland, as well as chipelago. We have a factory at Zante, alle, that it was called "The great chesnut from whence we import them so closely of Fortworth." It fixes the boundary of pressed by treading, that they are often a manor. Mr. Marsham states that this obliged to be dug out with an iron instrutree is 1100 years old." ment, the natives thinking we use them as a

Chesnuts stewed with cream make a much adnired dish, and many families prefer them to all other stuffings for turkeys; they make an excellent soup; and I have no doubt but that chesnuts might be advantageously used in cooking, so as to make many agrecable and wholesome dishes. I have had them steved and brought to table with salt fish, when they have been much admired, but it is exceedingly difficult to introduce any artice as food that has not been established by log custom; and it is not more strange

on the banks of the Tay and other parts of
Scotland. As a further proof of its being a
northern fruit, we have no account of its
having been at all known to the ancient
Greeks or Romans, who have been very ac-dye."
curate in describing all the fruits known in A few grammatical inaccuracies will be
their time. It seems not to have grown so observed in these quotations; but they do
far south as France; for the old French not seem to render the sense of the author
name of groseilles d'outremer evidently be-doubtful, and therefore we spare our readers
speaks it not to have been a native of that the trouble of a gloss.
country, and even at the present time their Elder." The leaves of the elder-tree are
language has no appropriate name for it dis-often put unto the subterraneous paths of
tinct from the gooseberry. The Dutch also
acknowledge it not to have been indigenous
* So simple a remedy for a destructive pest,
is worth trying.-ED.

moles, to drive those noxious little animals
from the garden. If fruit-trees, flowering
shrubs, corn, or other vegetables, be whip-
ped with the green leaves of the elder

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branches, insects will not attach to them. | mon manner.
An infusion of these leaves in water is good
to sprinkle over rose buds, and other flow-
ers subject to blights and the devastations of
caterpillars."*

A gentleman, who lately Julia Alpinula with the Captive of

made the experiment, assured me that a haunch of venison which had lately been killed, was hung up in a fig-tree when the leaves were on, at about ten o'clock in the evening, Figs." The Athenians were so choice of and was removed before sun-rise in the their figs, that it was forbidden to export morning, when it was found in a perfect them out of Attica. Those who gave infor-state for cooking; and he adds, that in a mation of this fruit being sold contrary to few hours more it would have been in a law, were called sykophantai, from two Greek state of putrefaction." words signifying the discoverers of figs; and as they sometimes gave malicious information, the term was afterwards applied to all informers, parasites, liars, flatterers, impostors, &c. from whence the word sycophant

is derived.

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Stamboul, and other Poems. By J.
H. Wiffen, author of Aonian Hours.
London, 1820. 12mo. pp. 237.

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old writer of The Testament of Love,) that Many men ther ben (saith the honest with eres openly sprad, so moche swalowen the deliciousnesse of jests and of ryme, by queint knittinge coloures, that of the godtake they litel hede or els none." Towards this sect, the author betrays a strong tenden

nesse or of the badnesse of the sentence

Filberts." It is supposed, that within a few miles round Maidstone, in Kent, there are more filberts growing at the present time, than in all England besides, there being seven hundred acres planted with fil-CY. With glimpses of poetry, and a fine bert-trees in the vicinity of that town. The tone of poetical feeling throughout, he fre"At Oxford, in the botanic garden of the London market is entirely supplied from quently contrives to be unintelligible, and Regius Professor of Hebrew, is a fig-tree, thence with these nuts, which are excellent does so multiply words, that ideas, originally which was brought from the East, and plant-in quality, and, if quite ripe, will keep good good, and conceptions in their generation ed by Dr. Pocock, in the year 1648. Of this for several years placed in a dry room. Filvigorous, come to be extinguished in the tree, the following anecdote is related: Dr.berts are not only much more agreeable than most dilute verbiage that can possibly be Kennicott, the celebrated Hebrew scholar the common nuts, but are esteemed whole- imagined to weary out the attention of the reader. Diffuseness is the bane of Mr. Wifand compiler of the Polyglot Bible, was some and nourishing when taken in modera- fen's muse; and, as these ladies are somepassionately fond of this fruit; and seeing a tion." very fine fig on this tree which he wished to Gooseberry-"The gooseberry, which is times personified with wings, flying about, we may say, that her flapping flight more preserve, wrote on a label, Dr. Kenni- now so much and so justly esteemed, is cott's fig,' which he tied to the fruit. An native of Europe; and as it grew in the woods resembles the heavy bustard than the soarOxonian wag, who had observed the trans- and hedges about Darlington, Cambridge- Mr. W. has also either contemned the couning eagle, or even swift evolving swallow. action, watched the fruit daily, and when shire, Norfolk, and other northern counties, sel which we offered him on his Aonian ripe, gathered it, and exchanged the label for in the wild state, I consider it indigenous to Hours, (Literary Gazette for 1819, p. 632,) one thus worded: A fig for Dr. Kennicott.' this country, although Drs. Smith and Mil-or has found it beyond his art to avoid the It is a curious fact, that fresh-killed ve-ler both entertained doubts of its being truly style of composition which disfigured that nison, or any other animal food, being hung so. It appears not to have been known to up in a fig tree for a single night, will be- the ancients, either in Greece or Rome, as If proper words in their proper come as tender and as ready for dressing, as their authors have made no mention of it; places be a desideratum in verse, the numerous misapplications of epithets which apif kept for many days or weeks in the com- but it is noticed by the earliest naturalists who have written in this country, notwith-pear in these numbers, are quite fatal to their character. A chaos of language is a standing it was a fruit much neglected, according to Allioni's account, who says; of a bold phrase, and that sort of daring gevery different thing from the occasional use they are eatable, but somewhat astringent.' mation it notes, as for the opportunity it affords Gerard says, 'it is called feaberry bush, innius which led a Milton to sing of "DarkCheshire, my native country,' and I findness visible." Mr. Wiffen is unlucky in this that it had the same name in Lancashire and respect: and, as it seems to be done in deYorkshire. In Norfolk it was abbreviated into fiance of criticism, we shall point out a few instances of the absurdity which the defect feabes. It appears to have taken the name involves. of gooseberry, from its being used as a sauce for young or green geese.

[On the subject of this review, as commenced in our last, we have received the following, which we insert, as well for the infor

us of saying, that we esteem the volume it refers to, and its companions, the Conversations on Chemistry, and on Political Economy, to be among the most valuable manuals in the English language.-ED.]

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Hackney. "Sir. My Tutor takes in your Literary Gazette, and I am sometimes favoured with a perusal of it, which amuses me greatly. In your first article of the last week's number, on the diseases of fruit-trees, the author, whose work you are reviewing, recommends the trunks of appletrees to be rubbed with the leaves and young shoots of elder, to which all kinds of blight hath an antipathy, and those injurious, although minute insects, would not only be destroyed, but that it would prevent their fixing themselves on these trees; and he requests the remarks of any of your correspondents who may

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I have not attempted to give even the names of all the varieties of this fruit, finding them so numerous, that one nurseryman furnished me with his list, and obliged me with a sight of 300 varieties, the largest of which in weight was equal to three guineas and a half." [Three grains and a half, we presume.]

work.

We but add-of things destroyed,

One atom to the mighty void. p.3. This is a double puzzle; first a thing lestroyed being still an atom and that atan, being added to what nevertheless remains a void!

try the experiment. Now, Mr. Editor, in a most interesting book, called Conversations on Botany, which I gained as a prize, I find the following information:

Edward. Why does the gardener spread

elder leaves near the mole hills?

"The pale gooseberry was first brought from Flanders in the year that Henry the Eighth received the title of Defender of the Faith. This monarch, and his daughter Queen Elizabeth, seem to have encouraged the art of gardening, as, during their reigns, first introduced and cultivated in this kingmost of our best fruits and vegetables were "Mother. To keep away the moles, which dom; but even during the reign of these sowill not come near elder. You may have scen vereigns, gooseberry leaves were used as a the coachman also putting branches of it in the sallad by those who could not afford to send horses' heads, to keep off the flies; for few in- to Holland for a lettuce. The gooseberry is sects can endure the smell of this plant. The but little esteemed on the continent, for faculty that most animals possess of distinguish-want of being more known; and foreigners ing one plant from another, by the smell or seem astonished at the size and flavour of this taste, and of knowing whether they are noxi- fruit in England.” ous or salutary, is very extraordinary, and of great importance.' TYRO.""

(To be concluded in our next-)

Their passionate orbs (of eyes) such brillia1ce

haunted,

As soothed by turns.

19.

The haunting brilliance of her soothing eyes, however, is beaten by her smile,

which is

A glory, bursting half from gloom,
So vividly, and yet so swift,
We cannot fix its transient bloom,

For pleasure's, or for sorrow's gift;
But deem it heaven's own cherubin,
Lighting the lamp of soul within.
All which so dazzles us, that we think it
nothing but rhapsody. Diana's temple.s
The ambrosial pall that shuts out sin. 2.
And the following is a curious effect of me-

mory

When the bright past appeared a blot,
Which apathy remembered not.

23.

mean expressions which occasionally mar these pages. Availing himself of the modern license in poetry, the author makes such unallowable rhymes, as wrath, hearth,-unawed, sword-planet, granite-fall, capitolforewarning, dawning, morning-now, portico-temple, tremble-faith, death-dare, war-eye, virginity, &c. &c.: the last occurs in a strange account of a statue of Diana, which has

-that full, uninsculptured eye

We cannot comprehend

A color, making bright the shape
And attitude of things. 33.

Nor how

-the morn's whitest earliest flush

And shook with an eternal sound,
The dungeon vaults that tremble round.
Now your giants don't shake by heaving
the mace, especially with an eternal sound;
nor are shaking and trembling synonymous.

Flew from the morrow's gates of pearl. 36. A greater miracle still is a young Trouba

Nor how

The long processional departs. 43. Nor how

dour in his provençal wood.

When wine, and wit, and woman's praise,
Had made his soul-an orb of rays! 100
We hear farther on of a night—
Which from heaven's recording leaf
No time might blight. 107.

By genius' most divine excess
Fixed in the Vision of Virginity!!
And of a sea view, we will venture to say We have also to reprehend the author for a
quite novel to our painters, where the "far sprinkling of grammatical inaccuracies and
projecting shadow of a cliff lay on a bright-errors in construction, originating in the ne-
cessity for finding rhymes in tenses of verbs,
where the sense of the passages would not
have gone to look for them.

The riddle of the morn's flush flying from the morrow's gales, in the preceding poem, is countenanced in this, for there is an appointment to meet,

The purple simoom (has) its light tread
When prostrate caravans lie dead. 51.
Nor how war can be called a "miscreat-
ing curse, 53; or come charioted in a wag-
gon, 54, with "Eyeballs that act the gor-
gon's part," ibid; all which, in truth, are
unto us nonsense, and worthy of the dog-ening bay!"
grel relative to the same subject which we
here introduce, by way of parenthesis.
Heaven's angry Angel pour wrath on thee, War!
Ambition and Cruelty harness thy car,
And Ruin, and Rapine, and fell Decay,
Herald thee on thy blighting way.
Thou cancellest Treaty at thy nod,
Crumblest the robes of the Priest God;
On the palace of kings and the peasant's cot
Thou turnest thy visage and they are not;
Where thy hurricane hurtles, a capitol burns,
And infancy's ashes fill innocent urns.
Wrath on thee, War thou hast given to the
tomb

Tens of thousands to dread the day of doom;
Thou hast fixed on the age that is rolling by,
The terrible charm of the rattle-snake's eye;
They have come to thy altar with fire and spell,
To people the chambers of death and hell.
Yet royal smiles, and yet beauty vows,
They crown thee with laurel and myrtle-bows;
And minstrels throng to their hallowed spring,
Thy sanctioned homicides to sing;
Dealing to nations a frenzied fire,
Sorrow to mercy, and shame to the lyre.

when at set of sun

The bearded Imaum's chaunt in air,
From mosque, proclaims the marrow done. 113.
by a droll anticipation, and in the like spirit
with which the warriors conclude in the
same page, that "fall or flee," their latest
rites shall be paid to freedom. The follow-
ing is also a rather ludicrous instance of the
simile of dissimilitude.

He stood as rooted to the spot

By some o'ermastering charm!
So have I scen in vernal woods,
Wreathing amid the violet's buds,
With seeming calmness in its eye.
The darkly-brooding serpent lie.

We fancy the author is the only person
now alive, who ever saw a serpent of any
sort, darkly-brooding or otherwise, lie at all,
and far less lie wreathing, like a man who
invo-assure Mr. Wiffin that good sense is the spi-
stood, and far less who stood rooted. We
rit of all good poetry; and that this misappli-
cation of words is the ruin of his imaginative
and descriptive powers. Horace's advice is
worth attending to

Yet this stuff is followed by a sweet cation to grief, when Helvetia has lost her last battle, which shows how capable the author is of better things.

Princess of mountain, flood, and fell!
Helvetia to thy crown-farewell!
Weep! for thy patriots hopes are o'er ;
Weep! for thy freedom is no more;
For those who live, and those who sleep
In death's cold chains of bondage weep!
'Tis morn! (how san the morn look gay
On the lost field of yesterday?)
Then again comes the ridiculous-

The clouds, which form the sun's pavilion,
Are rolled in beautiful vermilion,
Nor one faint shape of sadness wear,
For all the thousands bleeding there.
The ibex comes as it was wont
At sunrise to the crystal font,
But starts with trembling foot aside
In horror of the waters dyed.
No human voice or footstep fills
The echo of the lonely hills.

At p. 66, we are told of there being no human sound to electrify the silence, while "The world flows on:" but we shall disturb no more of the ashes of Julia Alpinula in this respect. The captive of Stamboul is equally filled with ill-sorted words. At the very

outset the sea breaks

Deep, deep, below the turret's base,
As though some giant heaved his mace;

Scribendi recte

Sapere ést principium et fons.
To justify the objections on this head, which
we have urged so strongly, because we are
sorry to see the author's fine perceptions of
nature, feeling, and genius, thus perverted in
their developement, we shall only further
add two or three passages.

Intense distractedness of mein
Upon his blanched front is seen. (p. 119.)
Mien upon his front, forehead!
A seeming virtue, but a wily foe. (181)
What is the opposition?
To commune
With nought but the sun-loving swallow, and

cloud

Soaring free,soaring free!-in calm regions
of noon

Of their limitless pleasure and liberty proud,
And alone on the frailty of fortune relying. 145.
This appears to be inexplicable nonsense.
What cloud is proud of pleasure and liberty,
and what is the frailty of fortune on which
it and its swallow companion rely. But we
will not pursue this unpleasant speculation,
nor shall we waste time in pointing out the

Of the pleasing thoughts ill expressed, we shall quote the picture of a fond father contemplating his child.

Gazing on her, a smile and sigh
Would strive with him, she knew not why,
She knew not why-she could not know
How bitter thoughts on sweet ones grow,
When in the daughter's face, we kiss
The mother's charms, those charms which
lighted

Our

young, romantic hearts with bliss. The lone caressed, the quickly blighted; When that dear love of early years

Lies low, and cannot heed our tears!

Refined taste will here detect the poverty of the word heed, and the confused weakness introduced for the sake of the rhymes kiss and blighted.

Before doing that justice to Mr. Wiffin which his talents deserve, by quoting some specimens of his better parts, we shall venof their diffuseness and consequent want of ture to suggest to him, and to all writers of the same school, that a very efficient cause interest, is to be traced to the nature of the plan on which they think they can construct a good poem. In his preface Mr. Wiffin says, "With regard to any objection that may arise in the mind of the reader from the paucity of incident in this little History, it may not be irrelevant to remark, that although the inind may be amused by the vivid and various delineation of fictitious events, the better sympathies of the heart are much more likely to be excited by the simplest narrative, founded on real circumstance, and the play of the sweet and amiable affections, than by the most complicated tissue of situations that have no basis beyond the imagination." Now our opinion is, that the reader who peruses a composition of considerable length in an hour's time, which cost the poet inany a day's toil, ought to have some incident to link his mind to the fast following changes of passion, and varieties of sympathy which are sought to be excited. he conceives one part, and grave on SaturThe bard may be playful on Monday when day when he writes another; but the reader cannot cram these transitions into the space of ten minutes; and there must be some action to lead him to those rapid alternations which the author, owing to the long intervals. that occur to him, does not perceive.

The following extracts will show that it is I Last Pride and Luxury, wedded to decay, neither from want of ability nor of admirable Conceal, in clouds, the ruins of her ray; sentiment, that Mr. Wiffin has afforded Faint, and more faint, upon the dial falls grounds for the foregoing remarks. Julia That ray, long shadows creep o'er crumbling Alpinula begins thus beautifullywalls;

With rapid wing, in ceaseless flight,
Time sweeps along, and leaves in night,
Each brilliant aim of life's short span,
The joys and agonies of man.
The storied arch that Glory rears,
He mantles with the moss of years;
O'er Beauty's urn in ivy creeps;
Shatters the tomb where Valour sleeps;
And quenches, ne'er to burn again,
The fire in Freedom's awful fane:
He sends the beating wind and shower
Proudly to battle with the tower,
And when in ruin they have rent
Frieze, portico, and battlement,
With scoffing lip he seems to say,
"Weak worm! thou too shalt be as they;
Soon passion's fire, shall leave thine eye;
Ambition fade, and feeling die;
Hope faithless find its splendid trust,
Thy pride claim kindred with the dust,
And nothing more of thee remain,
Than what remembrance views with pain,
A startling Vision, void and vain."
Alpinus leaves home for battle; and a fa-
vourite tree is thus tenderly painted.
It spoke of all that's blest and pure;
Of happiness that cannot last;
Of hope, but hope may not endure;
And peace, but peace itself is past.

It spoke of a deserted claim,

It seemed to whisper Julia's name.
And must he leave that floor, where first
Her footsteps ran, her charms were nursed?
Leave the sweet tendril which entwined
With each emotion of his mind?
How could he see his daughter's face,
How meet her mournful, mute appeal.
A vessel under sail-

With bounding prow and bending pine
Across the roaring Bosphorus,
She yet bears nobly through the brine,
As if she ever wrestled thus,
And ne'er her pendants gave to fly
In crystal bay or purple sky.

The captive's wife, in the second poem-
She seeks not, rather shuns repose;
And now her faded aspect shows

Her many passions sunk in ONE :—
The brilliant eye of other days,
Dim, and the bosom cold to praise,

Which charmed so much when life begun ;
Sorrow alone on her white brow sits,
And some deep feeling gleams by fits,
Like ruins of the spirit's light

Burning on through years of pain,
As the moon's track on the main,
Glimmers through the dark midnight.

The rise and fall of empires is treated in a highly poetical strain (though fire is expletive, and to call glow a thirst, is bad).

See first how splendour's rushing rays adorn
The peopled towers of empire in her morn;
Thither the yet barbaric nations pour,
And Battle's blast is blown from shore to shore.

By fire and freedom in her bright noon nursed,

The glow of genius is a glorious thirst;
Then Power his pinnacle bestrides, and we
View Taste spring forth, like Venus from the

sea,

Radiant, and pure, and goddess-like to draw
High aspirations, settling into awę.

When that, her sunshine of renown expires,
The sons forget the grandeur of their sires;
Heroes are shrunk to vassals; deeds sublime
Are scoffed; and Liberty becomes a crime;
Scarce known, through Slavery's gathering sha-
dows flit,

Like ghosts, the forms of Wisdom and of Wit;
Taste breaks her pencil; Hope her charmed
glass,-

Another age and her descendants pass
O'er altars rent, and sculptures green with grass;
From gilded halls, the crouching tiger springs,
And ivy crests the Capitols of kings;
Doubt on his moonlit marbles sits, and spells
Disputed names, and cancelled chronicles;
And as the melancholy wind repines
Through vacant temples, and deserted shrines,
Sighs o'er the vigils which his fondness keeps,
Or sickens at the solitude and weeps.

The following is also finely executed—
All is still but the wind on the wave,

The minute-beat of the ocean's pulse!
All is at rest but the hoarser rave

Of rushing tides which the walls repulse,-
That mighty voice, that hollow sound
From all the mustering billows round,
Heaved in a mass from realm to realm,
As if the floods which erst did whelm
The universal earth, were yet
Not all assuaged, nor could forget
How, in their rushing might, went down,
Temple on temple, tower on town,
The lofty mountains wild and wide
With all their snows upon them,-Pride
In his communion with the stars,-
Battle, with all his crests and cars,-

All, all the omnipotent created,
And none were left of millions, none
But Pyrrha and Deucalion,

To watch the waves as they abated,
And smile, amid their wilderness,

When the first star of their new night
Put forth from clouds, its lonely light,
As Venus dimly does on this.

The author who could write thus, ought
not to have given us so much cause of com-
plaint. We trust that when he again puts
forth his light, he will not obscure its lustre
with such shadows.

Cornelii Nepotis de Vitis excellentium Im-
peratorum, Editio nova; &c, &c. Stu-
dio Alexandri Stewart. Edinburgi,

1819.

This is a recent Edinburgh edition of
Cornelius Nepos, an author whose merits
have been so feelingly made known to most
of us, that it is only necessary to mention
his name, in order to recall their memory.
Therefore, too, it might be thought that he
required no notice from a reviewer; and, in
point of fact, we are not going to say a single
syllable upon
the excellence of his Lives, for
catching the mind of the young scholar, nor
the purity of his style, for the earlier pur-
poses of classical education. What has at-
tracted our attention and deserved our praise
in this neat little publication, is the plan
upon which it is constructed. Marginal
notes are added to the text, admirably cal-

culated to help the Tyro to the full understanding of his task; and a Chronological Table completes this portion of useful information. There are also an Index of Proper Names, and instructive tables which explain and apply the Roman method of reckoning by calends, nones, and ides; but the great and peculiar recommendation to us is one of a typical kind, namely, the printing of the accents very accurately over the text. At the period when the boy reads Nepos, this affords a valuable assistance; and it seems to us, that in no part of his Latin education can it be so advantageously given to him. What he now learns will never be obliterated; and well-versed in this important and difficult branch in his first book, he will find the lesson of the utmost consequence when Horace, Virgil, Livy, Cicero, and Tacitus, succeed Eutropius, Nepos, Cæsar, and Sallust. We have only to repeat our perfect approbation of this edition, for its ample intelligence, correctness, and form.

The Delphin Classics, with the Variorum
Notes, &c.

March, April, May, and June, have furnished us with four more of the Parts of this classic treasure, which finish Sallust, and carry us to A. U. 815, in the admirable history of Tacitus. Into these volumes we have looked diligently; and in the double character of subscribers and reviewers, it is pleasing to us to express our entire satisfaction with them. There being now XVIII. Parts published, we consider it a proper time to say that the continuation of the design is equal to its promise; and to repeat a sentiment which we stated more near its commencement, viz. that the lovers of learning have, in this publication, the best op. portunity ever offered of making a classical library at a cheap rate, in a very useful and beautiful form, and of the highest order in the scale of literature.

ORIGINAL CORRESPONDENCE.

DEBRETT'S PEERAGE.

[Though unwilling to prolong the discussion on the errors in this useful publication, yet as we have admitted our correspondents (for we assure Mr. Debrett there are two) to be replied to, and as their answers are not only amusing from their humour, but calculated to produce a very desirable improvement in the future editions of the work, we trust that by doing so in the present instance, we shall confer a double benefit upon our readers-give them a good laugh, and cause the correction of a book, whose popularity is evinced by the number of editions through which it has gone.]

To the Editor of the Literary Gazette. SIR.-I have perused with mingled feelings of mirth and compassion, the delectable epistle of Mr. John Debrett, Editor of the Peerage, Baronetage, and Imperial Calendar. Being a plain matter-of-fact-man, I cannot hope to compete with that droll personage, in either wit or erudition, and must resign the field to him in those respects, without

This would have been a valuable woman i a new colony.

attempting to crack jokes or quote scraps twelfth Marquis of Winchester, married in of latin. Nor shall I take any notice of the 1812 Martha Ingoldsby, who died in 1796. personalities which that facetious chronicler In spite of this droll taste of marrying a wo- 9th. P. 584. William Brabazon, Baron has thought it necessary to have recourse man sixteen years after her death, he had Ponsonby of Imokilly, was born in 1744, to. Patient however of injuries as I am, I three children; and it is not the least won- and married in 1726, only eighteen years cannot consent to give up my personal derful circumstance, that he himself died in before his birth. He had three children identity. You, Mr. Editor, can assure Mr. 1800, twelve years before his marriage. I nevertheless, one of whom, Mr. Debrett Debrett that I, who glory in the signature of have a dim recollection of reading in Mr. makes Knight of the Shire for Cork in 1817, the triple P, am quite a different person from Lewis's Tales of Wonder, an account of a though the gentleman at that time was not him of the bi-literal appellation of J. M. ghost-wedding; but I did not know till now in parliament at all; and I perceive that the We are, I suspect, from different sides of the that he had such authentic warrant for the error is repeated in the revised and corrected channel. Mr. Debrett has thus been affect-circumstance. I must farther remark, that edition for 1820. If an edition be published ed in a contrary way to the votaries of Bac-it is rather scandalous in Mr. Debrett to in 1850, I suppose he will still figure as chus, who are said to see every object double assert, that the noble lady of Sir Joseph M. P. in their cups, whereas he has blended two Yorke was married twenty-seven years before 10. P. 899. Robert Fitzgerald, nineteenth people into one while pouring forth his in-her mother was united in the holy bonds of Earl of Kildare, marries in March 1708, dignation. matrimony to her father; and that the late Lady Mary O'Bryen, who died in the Febru Passing by all this buffoonery, let me call Marchioness of Winchester had a grand-ary preceding. As usual, this hopeful marto Mr. Debrett's recollection the true state child before she had a husband. I omit riage produces eleven children! of the case. I pointed out in his account of mentioning that he makes her son to be 11th. P. 966. Rev. Pierce Butler, third the noble families of Howth and Clarina, married a year after his mother. This is al-son of the second Earl of Carrick, dies in errors of the most palpable and ridiculous most scandalum magnatum. 1803, and as usual here, marries in 1806. description; and I added, that it was scandalously negligent to continue them in edition after edition, said to be carefully revised and corrected. In answer, he tells me, that it is very easy to rectify these errors (the existence of which he cannot deny), which, if true, renders his negligence in suffering them to remain unamended for so many years, still more inexcusable; and that I am a scandalously mean fellow, which, whether true or not, does not establish the correctness of his peerage.

3d. P. 231. Here is more scandal. Ben-His lady, I see, took a second husband. I net, third Earl of Harborough, married, ac- hope her second match was more auspicious cording to this authentic register, in 1748, than her first. It must have been rather unhaving had children by his lady in 1739, pleasant to be married to a man who had 1741, 1743, and 1744. What follows is been three years dead. almost as bad. This Earl had a daughter Frances, married to Colonel Morgan in 1776, six years after her father's death, which occurred in 1770; and yet we are told he left no surviving issue. What is the meaning of this? Does Mr. Debrett mean to insinuate that Lady Francis, though the Earl's daughter, was not his child?

12th. P. 1271-2. In the former of these pages, we are told that Richard Handcock was member for Athlone in 1800, and in the latter, that William Handcock, first Lord Castlemaine, represented that town from 1783 to 1801. Now William represented it until 1804, and I believe Richard never at all. I should be obliged to Mr. Debrett, if he would tell me where he learned that the two Messrs. Handcock sat together for Athlone in 1800?

There is my dozen for you. It will be in vain for Mr. Debrett to shift these errors on his pressmen. They arise from seanda

I confess, however, such is my obtuseness, that I cannot see wherein I am so scanda- 4th. P. 986. Here we have scandal against lous. I gave for Mr. Debrett's book, four a living lady. The Earl of Mexborough, he and twenty shillings, under the impression says, was married to his Countess, September that it was accurate. If not accurate, it is 25th, 1782, and their daughter Eliza came not worth as many pence: and every ap- into the world on the 20th of June precedproach to inaccuracy, is a sensible, a calcu- ing. Upon my word, Mr. Debrett, this is lable diminution of its value. And I re-as-taking a shocking liberty with Lady Mexbo-lous negligence somewhere; and it is little sert, that it contains as many errors as arti- rough's character! matter to the people who like me are out of cles; but I must also repeat, that to prove 5th. P. 1248. Again to it! William pocket for Mr. Debrett's bundle of inaccura the assertion at length, would occupy all Townshend, eldest son of Lord Ventry, mar-cies, whether it is master or man that is to your columns. If Mr. Debrett have the ries Miss Jones in 1797; but her son by him blame for them. I could not help laughing honesty to return me my twenty-four shil-was born in 1793. On the part of the Hon. at the suggestion of the worthy editor lings, which I can assure him I regret part-Mrs. Mullens, I must take upon me to con- that I ought rather to have sent my correcing with for his peerage, I engage to for-tradict this calumny, and to expostulate tions to him in a private letter, when I recolward him by return of post four and twenty warinly with Mr. Debrett for treating her in lected how carefully he adds in his advertiseblunders as ridiculous as any already men- this manner, in his scandalous chronicle. inent, prefixed to his worthy work, that all tioned; but as he seems to wish for a farPeerage, should be post paid. This is, I correspondence to him on the subject of the suppose, what he calls soliciting corrections but the plain English of it is this-you have lost one pound four shillings by me, and now to enable me to make another edition more additional shillings in postage. correct, you ought to throw away a few

ther exposé in public, I shall, with your permission, oblige him with a dozen specimens of his correctness, which I have collected in

less than half an hour.

1st. P. 54. We are told, that the late Duke of Dorset was killed at Killarney in Ireland. Now his grace met with the sad accident, that put an end to his life, above a hundred miles from Killarney, in a different province altogether. He might as well say, that a gentleman killed in Norfolk, was killed in Cornwall. I confess I do not lay much stress on such blunders as these, because they are not very material. If I did, I could glean a hundred of them by barely casting my eyes over his pages; but as we do not consult peerages for historical facts or anecdotes, I shall only notice errors in what we principally do consult them for, that is, in dates.

2d. P. 73. George Paulett of Amport,

Devereux, eleventh Viscount Hereford, dies
6th. P. 375. Catherine, wife of Edward
Feb. 2d, 1741, yet has a son on the 19th of
the same month, and a daughter in 1743!

I believe I take leave of Mr. Debrett here.

7th. P. 1045. This fashion of Lady Hereford's, appears to have been adopted about the same time in Ireland; for we find that the mother of the first Viscount O'Neil died in 1742, and had her eldest son, the Vis-He refers me to his Baronetage: I have count, in 1748, six years after. It appears seen that book. Does he wish to have my to me, however, that he is rather unfairly opinion on it. If so, let him say the word, counted her eldest son, as her second son is and I am ready for it, in public in private. born in 1746, which, I submit, is an earlier I remain, Sir, date. But that is a bagatelle here. Your humble Servant, 8th. P. 980. We have another post-obit P. P. P. birth-a circumstance I suspect rather more frequent in this peerage, than in the Lying P. S. The pages refer to the edition of in-Hospital-in the case of Catherine, wife 1817; but the errors exist as well in the ediof the second Earl of Arran, who dies in tion of 1820 as in the former one, not a sin1770, and, according to custom, has a songle inaccuracy being corrected. in 1774, and daughters in 1775 and 1776

August 10, 1820.

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