You'd better walk about begirt with briars, Instead of coat and small-clothes, than put on A single stitch reflecting upon friars,

Although you swore it only was in fun, They'd haul you o'er the coals and stir the fires Of Phlegethon with every mother's son, Nor say one mass to cool the cauldron's bubble That boil'd your bones, unless you paid them double.

The return of Beppo does not make any material alteration in their arrangements, and the tale terminates auspiciously.

We were much amused with the following sprightly contrast between Italy and England

For all those sinful doings I must say,
That Italy's a pleasant place to me,
Who love to see the sun shine every day,

And vines (not nail'd to walls) from tree to tree,
Festoon'd, much like the back-scene of a play,
Or melo-drame which people flock to see,
When the first act is ended by a dance,
In vineyards copied from the South of France.
I like on autumn evenings to ride out

Without being forced to bid my groom be sure My cloak is round his middle strapp'd about, Because the skies are not the most secure; I know too, that if stopp'd upon my route,

Where the green alley's windingly allure, Reeling with grapes red waggons choak the way, In England 'twould be dung, dust, or a dray. I also like to dine on becaficas,

To see the sun-set, sure he'll rise to morrow, Not through a misty morning, twinkling weak as A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow, But with all Heaven t' himself: that day will

break as

Beauteous as cloudless, nor be forced to borrow That sort of farthing candlelight which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron sim

mers.

I love the language, that soft, bastard Latin, Which mel's like kisses from a female mouth,

And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South,

And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in That not a single accent seems uncouth. Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, [ter all. Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputThe following passage might have been as well written at Bath or Clifton

as at Venice:

"Now Laura moves along the joyous crowd,

Smiles in her eyes, and simpers on her lips; To some she whispers, others speaks aloud; To some she curtsies, and to some she dips,

A sixth's white silk has got a yellow taint,
A seventh's thin muslin surely will be her

bane,

And lo! an eighth appears, I'll see no more!' For fear, like Banquo's kings, they reach a score. "The morning now was on the point of breaking,

A turn of time at which I would advise
Ladies who have been dancing, or partaking
In any other kind of exercise,
To make their preparations for forsaking

The ball-room ere the Sun begins to rise, Because when once the lamps and candles fail, His blushes make them look a little pale. "I've seen some balls and revels in my time, And staid them over for some silly reason, And then I looked, (I hope it was no crime,) To see what lady best stood out the season; And though I've seen some thousands in their prime, [on, Lovely and pleasing, and who still may please I never saw but one, (the stars withdrawn,) Whose bloom could after dancing dare the dawn."

From the uniformity of its appearance with Lord Byron's poems, as well as on account of its ardent praise of foreign beauty, this poem has been ascribed to his Lordship. It is, however, too sombre muse. sprightly to be the production of his

We have heard this

jeu d'esprit ascribed to various anthors; but we believe that we are not incorrect in referring it to Mr. Frere, whom report states to be the author of the lively and satirical" Specimen of a National Poem," lately published under the name of Messrs. Whistlecraft.

Report of a Committee of the Linnæan Society of New England, relative to a large Marine Animal, supposed to be a Serpent, seen near Cape Ann, Massachusetts, in August, 1817. 8vo. Price 4s Souter. London. 1818.

We have been waiting some time for the appearance of this pamphlet, which describes an animal certainly rare, but still more certainly not imaginary, whatsome have supposed. We are obliged to Mr. Souter for reprinting the American tract; and we recommend this

ever

avow'd,

Her lover brings the lemonade, she sips; She then surveys, condemns, but pities still Her dearest friends for being drest so ill.

One has false curls, another too much paint, A third-where did she buy that frightful

turban?

fourth's so pale she fears she's going to faint, A fifth looks vulgar, dowdyish, and suburban,

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sideration of gentlemen who delight in that study.

The philosophic mind, reasoning on just principles, is cautious to avoid extremes: it never pronounces that a thing cannot be, when credible evidence is given of the reality of its existence; K

ready employment of this instrument, we may, probably, be obliged for farther particulars.

We hope that this account accom

The Linnean Society of Massachusett's have done an act of justice to their studies, their country, and themselves, by directing their attention to the reports in circulation on the subject of this enormous reptile. As he, or some other, may, before the memory of this visit is forgot, again appear on their shores, repeated observations will go far towards ascertaining his nature and properties more fully; and the inhabitants of the coast, with the sea-faring men, being prepared, by the importance attached to accurate information on this occasion, will be more readily on the look out, and more precise in their remarks.

An engraving, the size of life, of the smaller Serpent (which was publicly exhibited at Boston) with appearances on dissection; accompanies this pamphlet: we could have wished that those who saw the larger one at sea, had been skilful draughtsmen enough to have furnished a sketch of his form and ap

pearance.

This creature appears on the surface of the water, chiefly-we might almost say, only during the hotter months of summer; or, as one witness has expressed it, during the mackarel season. As the same observation is made by Pontoppidan, on the Serpents seen off the coast of Norway, it may not be amiss if our sailors in the North Seas would bear this hint in their minds. His food is probably fish, rather shoal fish than others: his tongue is forked like that of other serpents, and he has teeth, but probably is not venomous.

He may

safely be approached within a moderate distance. He prefers calm weather and little wind. Good sailors always have their glass at hand for the purpose of more accurate observations; and to their

Scenes in Europe, for the Amusement and Instruction of little Tarry-at-home Travellers. By Rev. Isaac Taylor. Harris. London. 1818.

In the days of our youth there was a very popular game played on a map, called the "Tour of Europe," it introduced the study of Geography, in an amusing way. Not absolutely unlike the conception of that map, is the mode adapted in the present neat volume, which by means of prose, verse, small prints, a map, &c. conveys the little Traveller from region to region without danger from the sea, that boisterous element, or fatigue from his vehicle, that source of mortification to an expectant mind. The work excites curiosity; which is its main object; it flits over every kingdom in Europe; of course it abounds in variety, nor does it rest long enough on any one spot to become tiresome. We cannot do better than allow the Manager of these scenes to speak for himself; and if the young reader be not displeased with an Introduction in verse, the following may serve as a specimen of the poetry, and, at the same time, a description of the contents. We live in England, the better for us,

Those who have seen other countries can tell,

Many a nation is dreadfully worse,

None can" old England for ever" excel, Here you may travel o'er cold northern snows, See them catch whales, or the white growl

ing bear;

Better than do it yourselves, I suppose; They might catch you, if they once got you there.

Would you a rough fur clad Russian be, Trampling on snows, thro' his fir blacken'd land;

Would you live under the Turk, nay then see What a long beard you must dangle in

haud.

Would you 'tis but a step over to France,

Get out your fiddle then, caper and dance, Cry parlez vous, with a cringing Monsieur;

Wear wooden shoes, and a pig-tail, my dear

Grave see the Spanish Don, long sword and cloak,

He's an hidalgo, a gentleman born; Ancestors left an estate,-what a joke!

He has not found it, so looks quite forlorn. Would little Missey go follow the plough,

Over to Sweden we'll send you to trip; Be a Frenchman's Madame, or a Hollander's Vrow;

You'd want to come back, with a hop, step and skip.

Mandeville; a Tale of the Seventeenth Century. By W. Godwin, 12mo. 3 vols. 11. 4s. Edinburgh. Constable and Co. London. Longman and Co. 1817. Mandeville; or, the last Words of a Maniac. A Tale of the Seventeenth Century. Written by Himself. 8vo. Vol. IV. 7s. Wilson, London.

Mr. Godwin possesses talents of so superior a description, that we cannot but regret that he should employ them on a work of fiction, when he is capable of directing them to works of much greater importance, as well as of more permanent attraction. His Mandeville is an admirable delineation of strong passions and a perverted understanding, which terminates somewhat abruptly. This circumstance has induced an anonymous writer to undertake the arduous office of finishing the story of Mandeville. Mr. Godwin's style and manner are imitated with tolerable success; and those novel readers, who are anxious to know the fate of his hero, will peruse the supplemental volume with considerable interest.

Literary Register.

Authors, Editors, and Publishers, are particularly requested to forward to the Literary Panorama Office, post paid, the titles, prices, and other particulars of works in hand, or published, for insertion in this department of the work.

WORKS ANNOUNCED FOR PUBLICATION. ARCHITECTURE AND THE FINE ARTS. Part 6 of Mr. Neale's Westminster Abbey, is announced for publication in a few days, which will complete the 1st volume. It will be dedicated to his Royal Highness the Prince Regent.

In the press and speedily will be pub

| lished, A Picturesque Tour of Italy, in illustration of, and with reference to, the text of Addison, Eustace, and Forsyth, from drawings taken on the spot, during the Years 1816, and 1817. By James Hakewell, architect. Engraved by G. Cooke, J. Pye, Landscer, Middiman, Fittler, Scott, Milton, &c. To be completed in twelve parts, each containing three highly-finished engravings of views, and two in outline (by Moses) of the interior of the Museum of the Vatican and Capitol of Rome, the Museum of Florence, and the Studii of Naples; with appropriate letterpress, handsomely printed in 4to., the same size as Cooke and Turner's Southern Coast. Small paper 12s. 6d. large paper 188. proofs India paper 50s.

CLASSICAL LITERATURE.

Mr. A. J. Valpy, to whom the lovers of Classical Literature are already under many obligations, for his noble edition of Stephen's Thesaurus, has announced for speedy publication a new and corrected edition of the Delphin Classics, with the the Regent's edition. Variorum Notes appended; to be entitled

The high reputation in the learned world of the Delphin Classics, and the prevailing scarcity of most of them, leave little doubt that their republication will be received with patronage and approbation.

The edition, now proposed to be pubcated to, his Royal Highness the Prince lished under the patronage of, and dediform manner. Regent, will be printed in a neat and uni

The maps will be beautifully executed; and the wood-cuts at present existing in the Delphin and Variorum editions will also be inserted.

Classics are sought, and the impracticabi The avidity with which the Delphin lity of procuring complete sets, as well as the knowledge that they contain many lite ral errors, and that the critical labors of the last century, and the collection of many important MSS. have considerably inproved the text, encourage the printer in the expectation that a new and corrected edition will be regarded in the most favourable manner; especially as it is conceived that no library can be considered as complete without a regular collection of the Classics, and the Delphin have been ever regarded by the literary world as most valuable and distinguished editions.

The notes in the best and latest Variorum edition will be printed at the end of each author; and the various readings placed under the text-thus will be incorporated, as it were, the Delphin and the Variorum editions.