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[992 have earnestly inquired of us what you ought the Faith committed to them, we consratulate to do in this affair. We long since, indeed, in the Lord, trusting that they all will very wished to comply with your request ; but an abundantly justify the opinion which we have incredible variety of accumulating concerns entertained of them. have so pressed upon us on every side, that, It is moreover pecessary that you should till this day, we could not yield to your solici- transmit to us, as soon as possible, the Bible tation.

which Jacob Wuiek published in the Polish We have been truly shocked at this most crafty language with a Commentary, as well as device, by which the very foundations of Religion copy of the edition of it lately put forth withare undermined ; and having, because of the out those annotations, taken from the writing great importance of the subject, convened for of the Holy Fathers of our Church, or other consultation our venerable brethren, the learned Catholicks, with your opinion upon Cardinals of the Holy Roman Church, we it; that thus, from collating them together, it have, with the utmost care and attention, de- may be ascertained, aftermature investigation, liberated upon the measures proped to be what errors may lie insidiously coacealed adopted by our Pontifical authority, in order therein, and that we may pronouoce cor jude to remedy and abolish this Pestilence as far as ment on this affair for the preservation of the possible. In the mean time, we heartily con- true faith, gratulate you, venerable brother; and we Proceed, therefore, venerable Brother, to comunend you again and again in the Lord, as pursue the truly pious course upon selich u it is fit we should, upon the singular zeal you have entered : viz. diligently to fight Ike battles have displayed under circumstances so bazar- of the Lord in soundness of doctrine, and son dous to Christianity, in having denounced to the people intrusted to your care, that they fall the Apostolic See, this defilement of the Faith, not into the shares which are prepared for them most imminently dangerous to souls. And to their everlasting ruin. The Church waits although we perceive that it is not at all for this from you, as well as from the other necessary to excite him to activity who is Bishops, whom our rescript equally concerts; making haste, since of your own accord you and we most anxiously expect it, that the deep have already shown an ardent desire to deiect sorrow we feel on account of this nex species and oppose the impious machinations of these of tares which an enemy is soving so abundantly, Innovators ; yet, in conformity with our office, may, by this cheering hope, be somewhat alle we again and again exhort you, that whatever viated : and, we heartily invoke upon you you can achieve by power, provide for by counsel, and your fellow-Bishops, for the good of the or effect by authority, you will daily erecute Lord's flock, ever increasing gifts by car with the utmost earnestness, placing yourself as A postolic benediction, which we impart to a wall for the House of Israel.

yourself and to them.---Gent. Mag. For this end we issue the present Brief, viz. that we may convey to you a signal testimony

WOUNDS IN THE HEART. of our approbation of your excellent conduct, and also may endeavour therein still more and more In August last, a buck that was reto excite your pastoral solicitude and vigi- markalıly fat and healthy in condition, lance. For the general good imperiously requires us to combine all our means and ener

was killed in Bradby park, and, on opengies to frustrate the plans, which are prepared ing him, it was discovered that, at some by its enemies for the destruction of our most distant time, he had been shot in the Holy Religion : whence it becomes an Episcopal duty, that you first of all expose the wick- heart ; for a ball was contained in a cyst edness of this nefarious scheme, as you already in the substance of that viscus, about are doing so admirably, to the view of the faithful, and openly publish the same, accord- two inches from the apex, weighing 299 all that erudition and wisdom in which you second volume of the Medico-Chirurgicing to the rules prescribed by the Church, with grains, and beaten quite flat. In the eticks are numbered among other prohibited al Transactions, is publisbed an exira. books by the Rules of the Index (No. II. and ordinary case of a soldier wbo survived the Holy Scriptures, when circulated in the vul forty-nine hours after receiving a bayogar tongue, have, through the temerity of men, net-wound of the heart ; but a gunshot produced more harm than benefit:" (Rule IV.) wound of the heart affords a still more And this is the more to be dreaded in times só depraved, when our Holy Religion is assailed striking example of the great extent to from every quarter with greai cunning and which this vital organ may sustain an effort, and the most grievous wounds are inflicted on the Church. It is, therefore, neces

injury from external violence, without its sary to adhere to the salutary Decree of the Con- functions being immediately destroyed, or

gregation of the Inder (June 13th, 1757,) that even permanently impaired.--Mon. Mag. & no i'ersions of the Bible in the vulgar tongue be t permitted, ercepi such as are approved by the SIMPLE REMEDY FOR INSANITY.

Apostolic See, or published with Annotations er. tracted from the writings of the Holy Fathers

A. T. (in reference to your Magazine of the Church.

for December last, p. 495) says: “I We confidently hope that, even in these tur- cannot belp communicating a very simple the clearest proofs of their attachment to the remedy for Losanity, which was given religiou of their ancestors; and this especial- me by a very respectable Clergyman of ly by your care, as well as that of the other, the Establishment, with which he bad Prelates of this kingdom, tohom, on account of the stand they are so wonderfully making for recently cured a young man who was in


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[924 a high state of derangement; and I had been burning from time immemorial; the gratification of seeing its good effect that they exist without any visible comon a young lady in my own neighbour- bustible matter on spots where the ground hood, who received immediate benefit is perfectly bare, in the midst of cultivatfrom it. Though it may not perform a ed fields, and at a short distance from radical cure, yet is taken as soon as the houses. When they are extinguished complaint appears to be coming on, I by heavy rain or a high wind, the country ain persuaded, it will have a good effect. people kindle them again by means of So inoffensive a remedy is certainly fire-brands held over the surface of the worth a trial. In great nervous irrita- ground, whence issue currents of hydrobility I doubt not but it would have its gen gas. The flame is exactly similar in use. -An Aloe pill taken every night, appearance and origin to that produced and three table-spoonsfull of the express- by coal-gas. ed juice of Ground-ivy in the morning fasting." --Gent. Mag.

Mr. Menke, of Berlin, has invented HAUSRUCK MOUNTAIN,

a process for converting mahogany sawA letter from Vienna of the 2d of Ju- dust into a solt paste, which becomes ly, 1817, mentions, that the mountain harder by exposure to the atmosphere, called the Hausruck, in Upper Austria, and is susceptible of receiving and retainhas disappeared, and its place is supplied ing the forms given to marble, wood and by a lake. This mountain was very high, bronze. This substance takes the most and the country around took its name beautiful gilding, as well as the colour from it. Since tho preceding month sev- of bronze. It is made into candelabra, eral phenomena had warned the inhabi- lustres, lamps, vases, statues, and all tants that something awful would happen, kinds of ornaments for furniture, which and frequent subterraneous noises were equal in elegance the finest works in heard. About a dozen cottages, which bronze, and cost only one-eighth of the were built in various parts of the hill, price. have of course disappeared ; but it was pot known whether any persons perished.

The French papers contain an ordinance of

considerable importance: it prohibits, under GAS FIRES OF THE APPENINES,

pain of confiscation, all vessels from importing M. MENARD, of Paris, states as the slaves into the West-India islands of his Most result of his observations on the natural Christian Majesty. We rejoice at the pro

mulgation of such an ordinance, and shall tires of Pietra-Male and Barri-Gazzo rejoice more at knowing that it is carried into in the Apennines, that those fires have complete effect.---Geni. Mag.



from La Belle Assemblee.


“ Or, haply on the dewy ground,

While night has hush'd the battle's roar, TO A BROTHER IN THE ARMY.

And still'd is every martial sound,

And arms and baoners gleam no more,

He sleeps--- while, from that combat-plain,

Sweet visions waft hiun home again !" Sharing the soldier's toilsome lot, Those days are past---but oh! believe, Deem'st tbou, that this, thy natal day,

By all their hopes, by all their fears, By kindred hearts was e'er forgot? Those hopes that smil'd not to deceive, Ah ! !o, it still returned to see

Toose terrors of long an anxious years, Our thoughts, our hopės, belov'd ! with thee! By every peril thou has prov'd,

We greet thee, wanderer more belov'd 1 And when, beside the glowing hearth,

And oh ! 'tis well our souls, thas warm,
We gathered close, as night-shades fell,

Affection still to joy can sway,
While winter brooded o'er the earth,
And wild winds raved, with mighty swell;

For we have seen full many a storm,
Still to our hearts thy image came,

And many a cherish'd hope decay!

And were domestic love to fly, Stili to our lips thy cherished name.

What bliss for us could earth supply? “Perhaps,” we said, “ our soldier now,

Those are no cominon ties that bind, By the red watch-fire's fitful blaze,

Jo tender union, hearts like ours; Beneath some dark sierra's brow,

By sorrow strengthen’d and retin'd, Thinks of the home of happier days; 'We prize their worth, we hnow their pow'rs; Perhaps to us his thoughts have flown, And smile, while yet so sweet a ray, E'en now, while ours are all his own! With lonely brightoess, gilds our way.

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(926 Troki the Panorama

With these in power bright never be compared

Or spell, or charm, of dark idolators,

When in the chambers of their imagery,
From “ Odin," a Poem : by Sir William They cominuned nightly with the Demoo-Gods.

By Jordan, or Orontes, eastern strearns,

• No voice on earth,' she cried, is like to mine. Bo

UT lo ! where clad in raiment sheen like • Evin Hela bears it, deaf to all besides.

• Mine is the Rupic verse that Loke obeys; The Vola seems to sleep the sleep of death. • And mine the song that can recal the dead. Her couch is on the rock, all sculptured o'er • My hand su-tains the branch of magic power: With mystic symbols. At her side are placed I shake its leaves, and hell eings wide its A lute, a drum, a cbalice and a wand,

gates.' Tablets, and talismans, and graven ge mso Now quaked the troubled earth ; red lightAll aids of magic: pallid are her cheeks,

nings glared ; And motionless her limbs. The ruddy blood The subterranean thunder roar'd beneath. Has left her lips. Upon her bosom lies The Vola shriek'd, her countenance was The fatal leaf of baleful mistletoe,

changed ; That Hoder, blind and old, in Asgard threw, Her locks rose rigid o'er her knitted brow: When well-loved Balder died. One lily hand And in her eye demoniac fury beam'd. Supports her head, and ope still grasps a bough Plucked from the mountain-ash of ydrasil.

Meanwhile the monarch gazed intent around; · Awake, o Prophetess !' the monarch cries, For now the horrid cavern open'd wide

Awake, fair daughter of the house of death. Its monstrous jaws; and the firm rock, that And guide my footsteps in this dreadful vault.'

seem'd He speaks in vain. No voice replies to his.

Receding like a cloud, or bamid mist, Perpler'd he stands. At length with out. Chuced by the gales of morning, vanish d quite. stretch'd hand,

Nor light, nor dark,there was. He saw, as sees Cased in its iron glove, not knowing now

The northern mountaineer, at twilight hour, The peril of the deed, he lifts the leaf 'Twixt day and night. Before him rolled Mortiferous, that, touching human tiesh,

stream, Brings death, or sleep like death. The Vola The Gial call'd among the sons of men. breathes.

A golden bridge, with nine vast arches, spann'd Her eyes, half-open'd, from the livid glare The yellow wave, a food of molien gold. She turns abhorrent. Based liglit!' stie cries, Here on her throne, heap'd high, of human Why comest thou so soon? What power dis

skulls, solves

In dreadful arms array'd, Modguder sat, • The mortal charm, that left my soul awhile.

in blood delighting. Her the nations sear, • Ah! wherefore must the Vola live again

When loud "her 'war-proclaiming trumpet • To hate her being ? Brilliant comes the morn, To baldle, and confronted armies close.

sounds • The face of nature brightens into smiles ; Gay laughs the year, clad in his summer Dire is the clangour of her chariot wheels,

When through the streets of cities, leaguer'd And beauty, youth, and love, in frolic mood

long, • Lead on the dancing hours. But in her cave, She rides at length triumphant, and unfarls • Callous to human sorrow ; dead to joy;

Her standard, crimson'd with the blood of men. • Far from the realms of light, let Thoka dwell Now from her seat she rose with ireful mien, * The solitary Vola. Garish day

And brandish'd bigb the sword she hates to • Delights me not, nor æther's azure glare.'

sheathe, She said ; and from her couch majestic rose; Intrepid. But the Vola took his hand;

Prepar'd for combat strange, the monarch stood In form a goddess. Who shall paint a face, That more than human seem'd, and spake the And Shook the branches of the mystic boagh. soul

A cloud of misty darkness round them felt Above all sympathy with mortal man--

Their footsteps sounded on the golden bridge A cheek so pale---a brow so steruly calm--

Dread silence reign'd---they pass'd the bourne, Eyes that ne'er wept, and lips that could not That separates the living from the dead. smile?

[The scene changes several times :---through a [The Vola uttere loud complaints at the inter dreary region, of clime ungepial, and of

ruption of her perennial slumber; but at prospect dark ;----to another of winter; length recognizes in the hero a mortal pro (who can doubt its power in hell ?)---here dected by Fate.]

the King finds a structure of “pure ice,

diaphanous ;"---again, to a broad sea, tenShe spake ; and from a golden cup pour'd forth

pestuous ;---next, “ before them lay Surtur's

vast world of fire ;---then, Hela's hall ;--at Libations, to the threefold Norna due ;

Jast, the residence of Loke, the priocipal of Of sacred water drawnat Mimer's fount. evil: bere the monarch consents to reigo on Her ebon wand she lifted high in air ; Nine times a circle round the king she traced;

any terms :--) Nine times pronounced a fear inspiring name;

* Shall I refuse dae homage to this God, And struck nine times upon the painted drum, Who tempts ambition with a kingdom---puts That fell Modguder beats with dead men's

• A crown withio my reach---and bids me grasp bones,

• At universal empire ? Prophetess ! When Lapland witches, riding on the storm, I serve thy God. Rejoice at midnight for the morrow's scath.

Thus spake the king perturb'd; But now, her flaxen ringlets all unbound, And as he gazed, awe-stricken, on the world Her long white vestments floating far behind, Infernal, almost wish'd his words unsaid : * In mystic mazes, and in magic rounds, For who, without a shudder, first throws off The Vola moved; wbat time she toucưd the Allegiance to his father's faith ? and who,

W?' out compunctious sbiy'rings of the soul, And wildly chauated incantations dire. First pats in peril its eterpal weal?

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(928 But lo! he kneelsat length before the throne Here to the elves that sleep in flowers by day, Of evil Loke; the babner le receives ;

Thy softest huin in Julling whispers pour, But may not see that Hela's horrid hand Oro'er the lovely band thy shield display Conveys the fatal gift. The deed is done. Whien blue-eyed Twilight sheds ber dewy All, all is silent in the house of Deatii.

shower. It seems that universal Nature sleeps.

So shall the fairy train by gluw-worm light Dread silence this, the silence of the comb !

With raiobow-tints thy foldiog pennons fret, THE SERPENT.

Thy scaly breast in brightest azure dight,

Thy burnished armure speck with glossier jet;
[The description of a serpent's hiss, from this
work, strikes us as new, as well as terrific:] With viewless fingers weave thy wintry tent,

And line with gossamer thy pendant cell,
But now upon Pharnaces and his guide Safe in the rist of some lone roin pent,
The scaly fiend of slimy Migvard turn'd

Where ivy shelters from the storm-wind fell.
His glaring eyes; while, brandish'd o'er their

Blest if, like thee, I cropt with heedless spoil
The three-fork'd terrors of his poison's tongue The gifts of youth and pleasure in their
Protruded ; and bis turgid neck immense

Was swolo with ire. His hiss was like the sound Doom'd for no coming wiater's want to toil,
Of many rushing waters, or of winds

Fit for the spring that waits beyond the comb.
Among the shrouds,when scatter'd pavies drive
Before the storm.

Prom the same.

Proto the Monthly Magazine.

Translated by Thos. Orger.

VAE gorgeous palace of the God of light

Shone in the east majestically briglit. LYTHE son of summer fur) thy filmy The lofty columns, glorious to behold, wing,

Were starr'd with jewels and embost with gold;
Alight beside me on this bank of moss : Fair ivory beams the spotless roof inlay,
Yet tv its side the ling'ting shadows cling, The folding portals cast a silver ray:
Aud sparkling dews the dark-green tufts im- Yetgold, nor gems, nor ivory impart

A wonder equal to the sculptor's art---
Here may'st thou freely quaff the nectar'd With mimic seas embracing mimic earth;

Here Vulcan gave a new creation birth, sweet,

Here land was pictur'd, and ethereal plain,
That in the violet's purple chalice hides ;

And Sea-Gods founder'd in the glassy main,
Here on the lily scent thy fringed feet, Triton and Proteus of ambiguous form,
Or with the wild-chyme's balm anoint thy And huge Egeon, giant of the storm,

High o'er the deep in scaly triumph rides, Back o'er thy shoulders throw those ruby Parts the rude billows, and a whale bestrides. shards,

Fair Doris here her blooming daughters led,
With many a tiny coal-black freckle deckt, Some frolic in old Ocean's ažare bed,
My watchful look thy loitering

sauater guards, Some ride on fishes, others on the rocks
My ready hand thy footstep shall protect. Seem to recline, and dry their humid locks ;

Not wholly diff'rent, yet not quite the same,
Daunted by me beneath this trembling bough Their features their attinity proclaim.

On forked wings no greedy swallow sails, Here sculptur'd earth bore over-arching woods,
No hopping sparrow pries for food below,
Nor evet lurks, nor dusky blind-worm trails. Nymphs of the chace, and demigods were there,

And mes, and cities, beasts of prey, and floods.
Nor shall the swarthy gaoler for thy way

And lieav'n refulgent glow'd in upper air. His grate of (winkling threads successful Sıx Zodiac Sigựps the dexter portals gracid, strain,

And six were o'er the left in order plac'd.
With venom'd trunk thy writhing members

From the New Monthly Magazine.
Or from thy beart the reeking life-blood

Forego thy wheeling in the sunny air,

Written on the banks of the Avon.
Thy glancing to the envious insects rouud ;

THERE Avon winds his gentle stream,
To the din area of my bower repair,

And harvests bless the lab'ring swain; Silence and Cooloess keep it hallow'd ground. The rocky len, the flow'ry plain,

The Alpine hills, the shelt'ring grove--

His native scenes in boyhood's dream !
* In Norfolk, the may-bird is called burnie- Th’inspired boy did oft in rapture rove!
bee, by contraction, from burnie-beetle, or Keen the fix'd cye, sublime of soul,
siery-beetle. The following address to that No cold, dull caution, barr'd the way---
insect is in the mouths of children there :

But he, in blaze of Genius' day,
Bless you, bless you, burnie-bee,

Essay'd the steepest heights of Fame !
Tell me where my true love be;

As mountain flood disdain'd controi---
Be sue east, or be sbe west,

And gain'd th' immortal wreath in Ælla's
Seek the path she loveth best ;

deathless name !
(io and whisper in her ear,

Visions of glory! early tled,
That I ever think of her ;

Transient as summer's golden morn!
Tell her, all I have to say

And lo! around territic borne,
Is about our wedding-day,

Tie lucid tempest wing'd its course
Burnie-bee, no longer stay,

Impetuous on th' uoshelter'd head !
Take to your wings and dy away.

Scath'd by the storm, he fell a livid corse !


From La Belle Assemblee.

IT happens once that a young Yorkshire

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[930 O Chatterton ! thy hapless fate

Ortbunder dying in a sable cloud, Mocks the weak effort of the lyre--.

Buz round the walls. Within a mingling crowd Nor may the humble muse aspire,

Fill, wondering fill, the wide saloon of brass, Though admiration points thy flight! While to and fro the fickle Falgar pass. Genius, with ardent hopes elate,

Heuce various rumors countles comments,rise, In youth's bright dawn queoch'd in the shades A brainless compound, mix'd of truth and liti. of night!

Some with dull prattle tire the sated ear, Beam of the soul, that led astray ;

Some carry elsewhere what they gather bere. Radiance, too strong for mortal ken; The mass of lies on which the mob regale, By thee Life's ev’ming path was seen--- Grows big, for each adds something to the tale. Dazzling with golden hopes, the boy ! Here Error, bere Credulity, bold sway. Eochantress! by thy, powerful ray

False Joys, and idiot Terrors false as they, He soar'd, nor deend that aught could hap- And sly Šedition, wrapt in midnight gloon, piness destroy !

And dubious whispers from one knows not Yes, Poesy! thou wast the cause--

whom ; Unfitted with Life's useful aim,

All that in ocean, earth, . „ld, He, impious, dar'd the deed of shame--

Here fame collects, and 'troubled Thou wooed'st him to thy native sphere !

For heaven he spuro'd at Nature's laws---
And thog alone may’st plead his flight from
sorrow here!

And thou---for harmony is thine---
Wilt plead in sacred strains above!
Heaven and creative power are Love !

clown, Immortal ! to thy God restor’d,

But newly come to far-fam'd London-towo, Beam of thy (lod, and light divine--

Was gaping round at many a wood'rous sigbt, Thou art in heaven, and still by all ador'd !

Grinning at all he saw with vast delight, Still on the cliff, in frowning skies,

Attended by his terrier, Tyke,

Who was as sharp as sharp may be ; That were to thee with rapture fraught,

And thus the master and the dog d'ye see, Awakening the solemn thought,

Were very much alike.
Spirit of song ! is seen thy form,
Thy shadowy car in clouds t' arise,

After wand'ring far and wide,
And oft, in ihuoder loud, thy voice is in the

And seeing all the streets and squares, storin!

And Temple-bar, and Pidcock's bears,

The Mansion-house, the Regent's Park, Spirit of song! in glory drest, Whose sunbeams gild the mountain's brow,

And all in which your cockoies place their And cheer with smiles the vales below --

pride ; To thee the hymn the peasants raise,

After being quizz'd by many a city spark,

For coat of country cut, and red-hair's pate, Thy beams the teeming harvest blest! 1'he universal song, eternal, chants thy praise !

He came at length to noisy Billingsgate;

He saw the busy scene with mute sarprise, Where Avon winds her hallow'd tide, Opening his ears and eyes The laughing plains and hills between--- At the loud clamour and ihe monstrous fish. Radcleeve !" thy column points the scene,

Hereafter doom'd to grace full many a dish. Avd Sculpture mourns the Minstrel's doom! Close by him was a turbot on a stall, Yet though in life of fame denied,

Who, with stretch'd mouth, as if to gasp for Th' immortal wreath, immortal decks his tomb! breath,

G. II. T.

Seem'd in the agonies of death:
Said Andrew,“ Pray what name d'ye that fish

call »"'

“ A turbot 'tis (said the sarcastic elf) From the Monthly Magazine.

A flat,, you see---so something like your THE PALACE 0. FAME.


“D'ye think,” said Andrew," that he'll bite." From Orger's new translation of Ovid's Meta Why," said the fellow, with a roguish grin, morphoses.

" His

mouth is open; put your finger in: IGH in the middle world a place there lies

“ And then you'll know."-.Wby," replied

the wight, and skies.

“I shouldn't like to try; but bere 's my All distant rumonrs are concenter'd here,

Tyke And every voice assails the hollow ear.

“ Shall put his tail there, an' you like.". Fame, babbling Goddess,calls the spot herown,

Agreed,” rejoin'd the man, and laugo'd deAnd in its topmost chambers builds her throne. Within the turbot's teeth was plac'd the tail,

light. Jn, thro’a thousand gates, the nations roam, For not a single boit protects the dome ;

Who bit it too, with all bis might; Wide, day and night, extends its spacious halls,

The dog no sooner felt the bite Light echo plays along its brazen walls ;

Than off he ran, the fish still bolding tight; 'The dome receives and iterates the din;

And though old Ling began to swear and rail, Nor soothing rest, por silence dwells within ;

After a number of escapes and dodgings, Yet clamour reigos not there ; sounds mur.

Tyke safely got to Master Andrew's lodge mur'd low,

ings ; Like distant ocean's undulating flow,

Who, when the fisherman in a passion flew,

Said,“ Measter, Lunnon tricks og we wont do. Now Redclift, a church in Bristol ; it was

" I'se come from York to queer such Mats as in the tower of this church that the celebrated “ And Tyke, my dog, is Yorkshire too !"

you; manuscripts were, by Chatterton, alleged to Then laughing at the man, he went away, have been found.

And had the fish for dinner that same day.

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