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THE

Gentleman's Magazine :

AND

Historical Chronicle.

From JANUARY to JUNE, 1814.

VOLUM E LXXXIV.

(BEING THE SEVENTH OF A NEW SERIES.)

PART THE FIRST.

PRODESSE ET DELECTARE.

E PLURIBUS UNUM.

By SYLVANUS URBAN, Gent.

LONDON: Printed by NICHOLS, SON, and BENTLEY,

at Cicero's Head, Red Lion Passage, Fleet Street;
where LETTERS are particularly requested to be sent, Post-PAID.
And sold by J. HARRIS (Successor to Mrs. NEWBERY),
at the Corner of St. Paul's Church Yard, Ludgate Street;

and by Pertues and BESSER, Hamburgh. 1814.

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OH,
for a son of bright-eyed glory, Yes, and it pass'd that night of sorrow,

That sweeping o'er the chorded shell Dark mother of a glorious morrow :
Should in sublimest numbers tell

The sun, that to the waves The patriot hero's deathless story.

Fled from a world of slaves,
Oh, for a soul, that loved to ride

Uprose in holy jubilee ;
The battle's most tempestuous tide, For every soul in every land was free.
And thought the tumult of the fight Yet mourn for Him, who o'er the tide
Most sweet to ear, and beautiful to sight.
If here thy glorious race began,

Beam'd brightly as a comet star ;
And Oxford fashion'd thee so well,

And when that day was done, Up to the perfect man;

His toils were scarce begun: Spirit of air, obey the spell.

The wounded warrior's painful bed Oh, from the realms of day

With holy love he visited : Waft hither some immortal lay.

And his mild spirit groan'd to see On thee thy Holy Mother calls,

That universal agony-
Bid every note of rapture swell

What boots to tell, how o'er his grave
To those that grace her honour'd walls. She wept, that would have died to save ?
For these are they, who, leagued in holy tie, Little they know the heart, who deem
Self dedicate to Liberty,

Her sorrow but an infant's dream
Her banner bright unfurl'd:

Of transient love begotten; Hope could not lead astray,

A passing gale, that as it blows Fear might not bar their way;

Just shakes the ripe drop from the rose They sav'd a sinking world.

That dies, and is forgotten.
What though with giant force

Oh woman, nurse of hopes, and fears,
Elate of heart, and big with borrow'd fame, All lovely iu thy spring of years,
The dark Adventurer came ;

Thy soul in blameless mirth possess-
Uncheck'd they held their onward course,

ing
What though o'er all the red and restless More lovely in affiliction's tears
sky

Most lovely still those tears suppressing!
The wasting fames rollid horribly, Changed be the note, and once again
The holy city fell,

Strike, harp, a loud triumphant strain ;
To them in that portentous hour

Fill high the cup of praise
Came thoughts of soul-sustaining power; To Him, who, in that desperate night,
Firm faith, and courage high,

Still waved on high the beacon ligbt;
And agonizing memory;

The Brunswick, resolute to save, Dread voices from the silent earth

Who stemm'd that all-devouring wave : Told of the mighty and unspotted dead: Who, when no earthly hope was given, The race that shall be in the after time Found strength and confidence in heaven; Rose up in shew sublime,

Aud upward gazing on briglit honour's And claim'd a freeman's birth.

sun, So that immortal city blaz’d on high Finish'd the holy war his glorious Sire An altar pile to Liberty,

begun. And from her tbroes

JOHN TAYLOR COLERIDGE,
The Spirit of the North sublimer rose
To vengeance and to victory.

Fellow of Exeter College.

INDEX INDICATORIUS. We feel greatly indebted to a variety of We are obliged to L. D. for his remarks, kind Correspondents who have furnished He would find, if he favoured us with his us with particular details of the festivities, own Lucubrations, that neither the vanity the benevolence, and the illuminations, in of A. or of B. or the garrulous loquacity almost every Town and Village in the of C. or of D, would supersede his comKingdom. We cordially join them in munications. In some of his observations their rejoicings, and can only wish that we agree with him; to others we dissent. our limits would permit us to particularize Births and Marriages (unless well authentheir loyalty and generosity.

ticated) are purposely curtailed. The INQUISITOR will

be obliged by any infor- Obituary is of infinitely more consequence; mation concerning the property, personal in which our original arrangement is still and real, left by Lieuto-gen. Frampton, preserved, except where we cannot ascerwho died at Butley Abbey, Suffolk, Sept. tain the exact days on which the parties 23, 1749; and also of his family.

died: in such cases,' classing them in P, 315. In the elegant Inscription on Counties, we conceive, assists the Reader, Sir John Moore, l 15, ET before GALLI: There are more appropriate channels for should be erased.

“ a regular History of the Drama."

PREFACE

TO THE

FIRST PART OF THE EIGHTY-FOURTH VOLUME.

We candidly acknowledge ourselves to be so dazzled with the glo

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rious splendour, which at the present moment envelopes the atmophere of Britain, that it is not without difficulty we obtain the selfcommand, temperately to express our emotions of rapture and of gratitude yet, through this blaze of light and glory, we discern the finger of unerring Wisdom and Goodness, pointing to the destruction of the most cruel

and unrelenting Tyranny which ever disorganized and destroyed the human species. We contemplate also the mantle of Peace, spreading its graceful and lovely folds once more over the Nations of Europe; we hear a voice, which Buonaparte cannot hear, pronouncing aloud, to a delighted world—“Good-will towards man."--Here let us pause for a short interval, to indulge an honest and not indecorous ebullition of self-complacency. That we have in some degree anticipated this most auspicious catastrophe; that we have, in no very ambiguous terms, in part ventured to foretel the restoration of Man's best Rights, and a Tyrant's downfall; to say the least, that we have uniformly, consistently, and pertinaciously, held forth to our Countrymen, the language of consolation and encouragement; that we have never shrunk from our duty, or for a moment bowed our necks to the modern Baal ; we confidently appeal to the last Twenty Years of our Literary Labours :--Our Periodical Addresses to our Readers, in that long and momentous period, will be found full, we trust, of British ardour, marked with a proud disdain of the Tyrant and his Myrmidons, and replete with pious confidence in that unchangeable goodness, which, in its own good time, brings good out of evil.-But enough of the past; and the prospect before us is so animating, the landscape so enchanting, the gale so loaded with fragrance, and the meads so crowded with beautiful variety, that there is little inducement for retrospect, but every thing to hope from the future.

We cannot, however, press forward to our more immediate province of descanting a little on subjects of Science and the Arts, without pausing to contemplate, with a due mixture of admiration and pious gratitude, two great and proud circumstances, which peculiarly designate and render for ever memorable the present epoch :-At the moment of our writing this Address, the happy shores of Britain have received with the acclamations of unaffected welcome the illustrious Sovereigna of Russia and Prussia, with a long and noble train of

Princes,

Princes, Warriors, and Statesmen, from every Nation of Europe, not
merely with the common rites of hospitality, but with embraces of the
most cordial love, amity, and peace; their brows crowned with laurels
glorious as our own, their language and demeanour combining to con-
ciliate and to cement the most enduring friendship ; having, as it should
seem, but one heart, one wish, one object, in common with ourselves
gracious and kind, and affable to all

Dum hæc loquimur,
Concurrunt læti obviam cupedinarii omnes,

Cetarii, lanii, coqui, fartores, piscatores, aucupes.
May the return of these illustrious Sovereigns to their own dominions
be as auspicious and happy, as their friendly visit has been exhila-
rating and delightful to the Realms of England! May the trumpet of
war, and the clang of arms, no more be heard ainong their subjects ;
but may the peaceful lute alone cheer and animate their cultivation of
the arts of humanity!

The other circumstance, which dilates every British heart with transport, is the safe and felicitous return of our great and beloved Hero ;

En hujus nati auspiciis nostra inclyta Roma,

Imperium terris, animos æquabit Olympo. He is arrived, to receive a Nation's Praise, a Nation's Gratitude and long may he enjoy them! It is not our province to descant on his transcendant talents ; nor would it become us to specify his claims to the almost innumerable laurel-wreaths which surround his person and adorn his paths.—But it is peculiarly consistent in us, to give him the praise of being the harbinger of that tranquil and serene light, which promises in future security and encouragement to those pursuits, employments, and studies, to which for so long a series of years we have consecrated our time, our talents, our hopes, and our most enthusiastic ardour. It is the contemplation of this pleasing image, that enables us to throw aside, we trust for ever, the weight and the gloom which, though never rising to despondency, made us sympathize with the sufferings of our own and of all the Nations of Europe. The clouds are happily, and, as far as human sagacity can determine, effectually dispersed." We return with renewed ardour to our Scientific and Literarary occupations, which indeed have always been in progress, though sometimes, perhaps, a little retarded by causes which have more or less given pain to every honest heart.-It now remains to listen to the Muse of Victory ; to improve, adorn, and multiply the Arts of Peace; to extend the illuminations of Science in every direction :

Hæ nobis erunt artes. We conclude, therefore, with first felicitating our Readers on the glorious termination of the sanguinary scenes of War; and with the repetition of our assurances, that every exertion of Genius, every improvement of Science, every contribution of Learning, will, as heretofore, receive our countenance, our encouragement, and our warmest gratitude. June 1914.

S. URBAN

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