Of Peace was nothing to the show; and even behold One of the red-gown'd Worthies of the City, Screw'd down in yonder hearse. STRANGER. Under a lucky planet, who to-day TOWNSMAN. Your pardon too, Sir, If, with this text before me, I should feel In the preaching mood! But for these barren fig-trees, With all their flourish and their leafiness, We have been told their destiny and use, When the axe is laid unto the root, and they Cumber the earth no longer. wrong'd, STRANGER. Was his wealth All honest, open, honourable gains, STRANGER. Why judge you then So hardly of the dead? -For what he left Undone ;-for sins, not one of which is mention'd In the Ten Commandments. He, I warrant Bow'd to no idols-but his money-bags: Then he was born Kept the Sabbath idle: built a monument TOWNSMAN. When first I heard his death, that very wish scene Ofthe comedy hath waken'd wiser thoughts; And I bless Ciod, that when I go to the grave, nor ass. STRANGER. [his You knew him, then, it seems. There will not be the weight of wealth like STRANGER. TOWNSMAN. -As all men know The virtues of your hundred-thousanders; The Camel and the Needle, They never hide their lights beneath a STRANGER. Yet even these Are reservoirs, whence public charity Still keeps her channels full. TOWNSMAN. Now, Sir, you touch Upon the point. This man of half a mil lion [praise: Had all these public virtues which you But the poor man rung never at his door; And the old beggar at the public gate, Who, all the summer long, stands hat in hand, He knew how vain it was to lift an eye Among your ten and twenty pound sub- Some decent rheum. The very hireling Bears not a face blanker of all emotion Than the old servant of the family! How can this man have liv'd, that thus his death [chief!!! Costs not the soiling one white handkerTOWNSMAN. Who should lament for him, Sir, in whose heart Love had no place, nor natural charity? The parlour spaniel, when she heard his step, [aside Rose slowly from the hearth, and stole With creeping pace; she never rais'd her [head eyes To woo kind words from him, nor laid her Uprais'd upon his knee, with fondling whine. How could it be but thus ! Arithmetick Was the sole science he was ever taught. The Multiplication-table was his Creed, His Pater noster, and his Decalogue. When yet he was a boy, and should have breath'd The open air and sun-shine of the fields, To give his blood its natural spring and play, He in a close and dusky counting-house, Smoke-dried and sear'd and shrivel'd up his heart. [up, So, from the way in which he was train'd His feet departed not; he toil'd and moil'd, To waste at once the body and the mind: The living moral of eternal truth, TRANSLATIONS. Rowe's Tamerlane. End of Act I. "In vain all arts a love-sick Virgin tries, Nature asserts her empire in her heart, And kindly takes the faithful Lover's part ; By Love, herself, and Nature, thus be-1 tray'd, [aid, No more she trusts in Pride's fantastic But bids her eyes confess the yielding! maid." Nequicquam Un Capitaine hardi d'Halifax Il prit le fort ratifià, Et ne pensa que de Miss Baillée. Ah! la Baillée, la malheureuse Baillée, Dit-il, "Je suis un beau garçon, Ah! la Baillée, &c. &c. "Va-t-en," dit-il, "ou Diable m'emporte, Je tirai la sonnette." "Cher capitaine," répond la dame, Et le prêtre ne veut pas dire la messe Ah! la Baillée, &c. "Cher revenant," dit-il tout bas, Arrangeons notre affaire; Un banquenotte dans ma culotte Gaiement s'enfuit alors l'esprit, "Adieu, cher fripon capitaine Smith, N'oubliez pas votre Baillée." Ab la Baillée, &c. GAIA, Or, My own honest Landlady in a Country Village. (From G. DYER'S " Poetics.") YE landladies flaunting and gay, Who live in the great London town, Who dress and look fine every day, Fach day brings you many a crown ; Too proud your trim lodgings to shew, Such chambers no shelter afford, But to him who looks spruce as a beau, But to him who can strut like a lord. O hear a poor rover complain, And destin'd to rove about still, How deeply his pockets ye drain, How quickly your purses ye fill.. Awhile cease to sport in the ring, And give me one moment or two; Of Gaia, good Gaia, I sing, A landlady honest and true. Remote from the noise of a town, Unread in the jargon of schools, This landlady liv'd in renown, And squar'd by the wisest of rules. She toil'd in her own humble cot; The village was full of her praise; The rustics all envied her lot; Her poet shall crown her with lays. Her cottage so decent and neat Might gladden a lady most fine; Her table so cleanly and sweet, That with her a princess might dine. Her provident hands did not spare; Her friends she would help to the best; For, tho' she maintain'd friends are rare, She soon made a friend of her guest. Each Sunday at church she was seen In silks, and with posy so sweet; And, as she walk'd over the green, Each neighbour she kindly would greet. For Gaia lov'd King and her Church, And thought it a maxim most true, That who left a poor Priest in the lurch, Would soon rob the King of his due. Yet hers was a Catholic heart; Good Non-cons kind Gaia could love; To all she would kindness impart, As mercy she look'd for above. She welcom'd the gay early lark; And hated the chattering jay; She said, was accurs'd thro' the day. Who waited and work'd at her will; And a spinning-wheel always was nigh, That Molly might never stand still. She gave to each rosy-fac'd boy A cake, if he read his book well; Her scraps gave the beggar-man joy; Gipsey Joe all her praises would tell. Like the bee and the provident ant, Thus she toils, and she spends while she spares; And tho' she so hated a cant, Yet Gaia would oft say her prayers. Уе FAREWELL ADDRESS, Spoken by Mrs. SIDDONS, on leaving the Stage, 29th of June, 1812, and written by HORACE TWISS, Esq. WHO has not felt, how growing use en dears [years? The fond remembrance of our former Who has not sigh'd, when doom'd to leave at last The hopes of youth, the habits of the past, The thousand ties and interests, that impart A second nature to the human heart, And, wreathing round it close, like tendrils, climb, Blooming in age, and sanctified by time? Yes! at this moment crowd upon my mind Scenes of bright days for ever left behind, Bewildering visions of enraptured youth, When hope and fancy wore the hues of truth, And long-forgotten years, that almost seem The faded traces of a morning dream! Sweet are those mournful thoughts: for they renew The pleasing sense of all I owe to you For each inspiring smile, and scothing tear For those full honours of my long career, That cheer'd my earliest hope, and chased my latest fear! And though for me those tears shall flow no more, [o'er,→→ And the warm sunshine of your smile is Though the bright beams are fading fast away, [day; That shone unclouded through my summer Yel grateful memory shall reflect their light O'er the dim shadows of the coming night, Judges and Friends! to whom the tragic strain Of Nature's feeling never spoke in vain, Perhaps your hearts, when years have glided by, And past emotions wake a fleeting sigh, May think on her, whose lips have pour'd so long song: The charm'd sorrows of your Shakspeare's On her, who, parting to return no more, Is now the mourner she but seem'd before,Herself subdued, resigns the melting spell, And breathes, with swelling heart, her long, her last farewell! A Metrical Prayer by the Vicar of Duffield, for the Use of the Sunday Scholars attend→ ing the BELL and LANCASTER Schools within his Parish. LORD! let thy goodness guide me right Give me, O Lord! thy heavenly Grace, In Christ my Saviour, Amen. Dart N. ON THE DANGER OF LAUGHING AT LOVE. WHILE Cupid was stooping to pick up a [fair heart; Which he dropp'd, in his hurry to wound a The Game had escap'd; but he, in despair, Shot his own mother Venus, who stood laughing near. July 13. W. C. L. HISTORICAL CHRONICLE, 1812. PROCEEDINGS IN THE SIXTH SESSION OF the Fourth PARLIAMENT HOUSE OF LORDS, May 11. Earl Radnor then moved a Resolution for an Address to the Prince Regent, expressive of the horror which their Lordships feel at the atrocious assassination of Mr. Perceval in the lobby of the House of Commons, and to pray his Royal Highness would take the speediest measures for bringing the perpetrator of the crime to justice. Earl Grey seconded the motion in a low tone, as if overpowered by his feelings. The motion was then unanimously agreed to, and the Address ordered to be presented. In the Commons, the same day, while the House was in a Committee on the Orders in Council, the examination of Mr. R. Hamilton, of Staffordshire, was interrupted by the report of a pistol from the lobby; and immediately after, the Serjeant at Arms announced that Mr. Perceval was shot. The Speaker was called to the chair; and the man who fired the piswl appeared at the bar, and stated that GENT. MAG. July, 1912. his name was Bellingham, of Liverpool. (He was recognised by Gen. Gascoigne.) The Speaker then ordered him to be con veyed through the side passages to pri. son, and Mr. M. A. Taylor and Alderman Combe were desired to take examinations. Two deputations of Members were then ordered; one to see that the passage to the prison was perfectly free, while the other attended to prevent a rescue, &c. Several Members were desired to attend the examination. HOUSE OF LORDS, May 12. The Duke of York presented the answer of the Prince Regent to the Address, declaring, that his Royal Highness participated in the sentiments of horror felt by their Lordships at the atrocious murder of Mr. Perceval, and would take the requisite measures to bring the perpetrator to justice. The Earl of Liverpool then delivered a Message from the Prince Regent, stating, that, being desirous of marking his sense of the public and private virtues of Mr. Perceval, and of affording relief and as sistance to his numerous family and afflicted widow, his Royal Highness recommended a Parliamentary provision for them.-The Earl of Liverpool, in moving a corresponding answer, paid an affecting tribute to the memory and virtues of his departed friend: his Lordship said, he knew no man possessed of more virtues, or of fewer faults, or more devoid of guile. Earl Grey participated most sincerely in the feelings excited by this deplorable and horrid event, and approved highly of making provision for the numerous family of a public servant. It was then agreed that the whole House should go up with the Address. Their Lordships then agreed to adjourn from day to day. In the Commons, the same day, Lord Castlereagh brought up a Message from the Prince Regent, recommending a provision for the wife and family of Mr. Perceval. His Lordship, in an impressive address, rendered early inaudible at times by the acuteness of his feelings, stated, that his honourable and lamented friend had fallen a victim to the resentment and revenge of a disappointed inditidual, while in the zealous and conscientious discharge of his duty. He was happy to state, that the crime attached itself to a single individual; that he had no accomplice; and so far the national character remained without a stain. After some just encomiums on the character and disposition of the late Mr. Perceval, |