When fortune frowns and hopes deceive me,
And summer-friends in sorrow leave me ;
A Timon, from the world I flee-
My wreck of wealth-sweet dreams of thee!

Or if I join the careless crowd,

Where laughter peals and miith grows loud!
Even in my hours of revelry,
I turn to thee-I turn to thee!

I think of thee- I think and sigh
O'er blighted years, aud bliss gone by;
And mourn the stern, severe decree,
That spar'd me only thoughts of thee!

In youth's gay spring, 'mid Pleasure's bowers,
Where all is sunshine, mirth and flowers;
We met:-I bent the adoring knee
And told a tender tale to thee'

'Twas summer's eve-the heaven's above,
Earth-ocean- air-were full of love;
Nature around kept jubilee

When first I breathed that tale to thee!

The crystal clouds that hung on high
Were blue as thy delicious eye;

The stirless shore, and sleeping sea,
Seemed emblems of repose and thee!

I spoke of hope-I spoke of fear;-
Thy answer was a blush and tear ;---
But this was eloquence to me,
And inore than I had asked of thee!

I looked into thy dewy eye,
And echoed thy half stifled sigh!-
I clapsed thy hand-and vowed to be
The soul of love and truth to thee!

The scene and hour have past-yet still
Remains a deep-impassioned thrill:
A sunset glow on memory,

That kindles at each thought of thee?
We lov'd-how wildly and how well,
'Twere worse than idle now to tell;
From love and life alike thou 'rt free,
And I am left to think of thee!

Though years-long years have darkly sped,
Since thou wert numbered with the dead;
In fancy oft thy form I see;

In dreams, at least, I'm still with thee!
Thy beauty, helplessness, and youth;
Thy hapless fate-untiring truth;
Are spells that often touch the key
Of sweet, harmonious thoughts of thee!
The bitter frown of friends estranged,-
The chilling straits of fortunes changed;
All this and more-thou'st borne for me-
Then how can I be false to thee?
I never will:-I'll think on thee
'Till fades the power of memory;-
In weal or woe-in gloom or glee-
I'll think of thee-I'll think of thee!

The following paragraph appeared in a provincial paper :-

"Travellers should be careful to deliver their baggage to proper persons, as a gentleman a few days since, on lighting from a stage coach, entrusted his wife to a stranger, and has not heard of her since."

LEEDS CONCERT AND ORATORIO.

TWENTY years ago the provincial concert was in a state much similar to what a private musical association is at pre sent, and seldom exhibited more talent than is often to be now found within the compass of a few miles of this place. We cannot attribute this great change-a change apparent to every man of fifty, who compares a concert, such as we had the pleasure of attending last week, with one which we may have attended in our younger days, we cannot attribute this change so much to a superiority of instruments, to a better system of musical education, or to any new discoveries in the theoretical department of music, as to the increased patronage, and the consequent additional incentives to the exertion of musical genius. The determined attachment of his late majesty to the compositions of Handel, and the strong hold which the Italian music had taken upon the prejudices of the fashionable world, gave a decided advantage to foreign composers and performers:-so much so, that many individuals of our own country have assumed the characteristics of foreigners, in order to facilitate their progress in the popular estimation, - and they have succeeded.

However, it affords us much pleasure to observe that English musicians, both vocal and instrumental, have been recently sanctioned by the capricious Goddess of elegance and of the fine artsfashion; and that Knyvett, Vaughan, Sale, and other English vocalists have been received, not in minor parts only, into his present majesty's concerts at Brighton.

A change like this must ultimately operate upon the provincial concerts: indeed, we may say that it already does. Though we had some hard names, whe ther Italian or not we really do not know, in the concert bills, yet the flower of the talent was of English production -"save one," say our readers; but of this more anon.

The softened emotions produced by the sunny glow of an Italian sky, has softened the language into something which is more than tender-into voluptuous nor will we deny the same character to its music:-there is something so overpowering in the gently variegated succession and combination of sounds

which an Italian musician employs, that we can scarcely preserve a single sentiment untouched by it; yet there arises from this circumstance a serious objection to those singers whose tones and feelings are productive of such an effect. It does not suit the English character, for we cannot bear that intensity of soft emotions, though we allow the divinity of their origin, without being materially injured by them. They, indeed, are a species of Sirocco to an Englishman's constitution, and as much to be dreaded by him as the Sirocco by a Neapolitan or Sicilian.

To produce effects like these, to unnerve the heart, to chill or boil the vital current, to place our feelings under the index of a pyrometer, or to lay us gasping on the floor in a swoon of delight, seems to be the aim of a foreign performer while the native of our own clime-the twin-brother of our heartsleads the course of emotions in a manner corresponding with his own, and, consequently, in a way suitable to what a benevolent nature and a fickle, but temperate climate, has formed us for.

Madame Catalani is a name of universal attraction, and needs but to be sounded and the fashionable world will flock to hear her: her name will always be her passport to a respectable audience. This tact induced the judicious managers of our concerts to engage her for last Monday and Wednesday, as the principal star. For the previous one they engaged Mrs. Salmon, who we think is every way her equal, except for astonishing extent of voice. Madame Catalani does not, however, exactly agree with her country-women--or men

or whatever they are-for Sonnini * says they are neither one or otherCatalani certainly is a most wonderful singer, and realy astonishes us by the powers of her voice ;--powers we did not think could be found in any living thing except the nightingale: but all is artnature is quite forgotten-we admire, but do not feel, except indeed that chilling sensation of half-borror, half-wonder, which the unearthly intonations of her voice constantly produce, can be called feeling. Her crescendos swell into a force almost preternatural, and her diminuendos die away in an inconceivable softness; and she has shown as

See his Travels in Egypt, 4to.

much variety as we can ever expect to hear in a vocal performance: but-there is no tender chord of the heart touched by her voice-there is no thrilling emotion, sweet as the cushat-dove's morning tale of affection-in short there is no sensibility, no soul, no pathos, no, nor we are bold to say, sublimity either. All is wonderful to a wonderful degree; but nothing more.

The celebrated "violin air and variation" of Rode,' at the concert were certainly executed by her with no common degree of skill: the passage ascending and descending by semitones, though not so clear and distinct, (or to use, a term which is now become technical, though not very appropriate,) it was so neat that a nice ear could not have discovered any material deviation from the same passage played on a well tuned instrument. Her "Non piu Andrai" of Mozart was well, indeed, enthusiastically received.

At the Oratorio on Wednesday night, she sung "Comfort ye" &c. but she was not in tune, and her voice was rather flat and spiritless; and we could not help remarking that she was precisely in the same situation as was Mr. Braham when last at this place.

She here repeated the 'violin air and variation' which was executed in her wonted style and perfectly in tune; nor can we conceive it possible to surpass it by the human voice. The 'encore' was well merited; though from her extreme exhaustion she could not gratify the

company.

M. Cianchettini on both evenings ac. companied Madame Catalani on the piano forte; and is an excellent, though not an extraordinary performer. His Scottish air and Rondo, were deservedly well received.

M. Yaniewicz's skill in fingering, is of the highest order. His "O Nanny, &c." was performed in a masterly manner, was rapturously encored, and did not suffer in repetition. He played a Rondo of his own composition, the subject of which was taken from a German air. His concerto on Monday, has been talked of very highly in several companies where we have been since, and we confess that it was more than well executed,

Miss Symonds (a pupil of Mrs. Salmon's) sung in a very agreeable, and a very English manner. Tenderness,

truth, pathos, were her leading qualities, and we hope ere long to see that style so cultivated, that the foreign voluptuousness and the uncouth barbarism of some rather recent performers shall be alike known only by a reference to the musical records of times gone by. Her voice is sweet and powerful; and her warbling so much in the style of the songster of the night, that we really look for great things from her. "Hark! 'tis the linnet, &c."--and "O green are the groves where with Henry I strayed" excited general admiration.-Nor did she fall in the estimation of the audience

when she sung "From Mighty Kings, &c." for although a difficult piece she performed it in a very superior manner, and we could not but think we saw in her the budding germ of future excellence.

The chorusses went off very indifferently. One of them "The Glory of the Lord" was completely marred, many of the singers in the orchestra not being able to join: this probably arose from the books not arriving in time, and consequently preventing a rehearsal.The instrumental performers were not exactly in tune-although we never heard the symphonies played better than they were on Monday night.-The concert concluded with "God Save the King" and the oratorio with "Rule Britannia," both sung by Madame Catalani, in grand style, which carried universal bursts of applause.

In consequence of our narrow limits, we have been obliged to pass by many remarks which occurred to us at the time, and must conclude with a few general observations.

There can be no doubt but that Madame Catalani, as a singer to the understanding, is superior to any other woman living; but for an appeal to the heart, Mrs. Salmon is decidedly her superior: in surprising and original ranges of voice, Madame Catalani's execution is unequalled; in tenderness and soul-touching pathos she is far below her predecessor: in music, as an art, Catalani is considered to stand unrivalled amongst her sex; but in music as that wonderful power which our poets describe, she cannot bear even a momentary comparison with Mrs. Salmon. It is true, some of Madame Catalani's dimunendos have wonderful clearness and in some cases seem like the dying sounds of ærial and supernatural harmony; but the artist immediately

appears and the illusion is suddenly destroyed by the approach of some thing allied to commonness of style ---for skill is more common than tenderness: none but the man of feeling can sing or play with the latter; but every man of good capacity-even such a one as Emerson can exhibit something wonderfully clever. In Mrs. Salmon, on the contrary, (though a perfect mistress of the science of song,) the artist never appears her most scientific cadences seeming as if they were the spontaneous effusions of a heart overflowing with emotion-she aims rather at the production of those effects which her own contemporaneous feeling may prompt ber toand does she fail? Is not that death-like silence that dares not move, nor scarcely breathe, for fear of dispelling a charm, and of interrupting the course of emotions so sweet, so unearthly, that they seem to be felt but once, for one short moment, then gone for ever is not a testimony like this to the effect of a song or a chorus, more proof of native excellence in the performer, than all the loud encores and rapturous plaudits, as they are called, which attend the close of Madame Catalani's songs?

Mr. Yaniewicz is undoubtedly a first rate performer on the violin; but he does not appear so well acquainted with sacred music, nor has he the exertion of Mr. White-an exertion which is absolutely necessary in leading a promiscuous set of country chorus-singers.

This being the case, where is the propriety or the policy of paying such exorbitant sums for foreign performers, when the professional character and abilities of our English musicians possess such sterling merit? It is true, a novelty now and then has its charm; but Madame Catalani is not, after all, calculated to please so long as Mrs. Salmon; nor, as we have just observed before, is Yaniewicz so competent to occupy the situation he did at this place, as is White. We have been led to make these remarks from a conviction of their truth, without the least connection with any individual concerned.

Both the performances were numerously and respectably attended, including a great part of the rank, fashion, and beauty of the town and neighbourhood. Among the persons present we noticed part of the family of the Earl of Harewood, the Earl and Countess of Tyrconnel, part of the family of Walter

Fawkes, Esq. Sir H. C. and Lady Ibbotson, Lady A. Kaye, and family, Lady Douglas, R. Yorke, Esq. &c. &c. At an early hour the company began to assemble, and the pressure for admission was so great, as to excite alarming apprehensions for individual safety. After the performance, we have no doubt the company retired gratified by what they had seen and heard-impressed with the excellent arrangements of the worthy managers, and convinced that they had raised the performances in Leeds to a pitch inferior to none out of the metropolis.

LYTHAM.

"O'er the smooth bosom of the faithless tides, Propell'd by gentle gales, the vessel glides.

Already Britains parent cliffs arise,
And in idea greet his longing eyes!
Each amorous sailor too, with heart elate,
Dwells on the beauties of his gentle mate."
"Long let us walk, where the breeze
Blows from yon extended seas!"

As the "Guilda Mereatoria" of Preston is fast approaching, and will be solemnized on the 2d. of September this present year (1822;) we deem it our duty to give some account of Lytham, a delightful sea-bathing situation, 12 miles west of Preston, much improved of late years in the number and beauty of its buildings. As many of the nobility and gentry make it a rule to come there, during the vernal month of May; and most generally stop till the end of August for the purpose of improving their health, and as it may be an inducement for many to visit there, previous to the Guild commencing so as to be in readiness to attend that grand spectacle (which takes place once every twentieth year;) known all over the three kingdoms, for the splendour and pageant of its possessions, balls, masquerades, oratorios and theatrical exhibitions, and we opine the only one of the kind in the three kingdoms. The road to this pleasant spot is westward, through the township of Ashton upon Ribble; Lea; Freckleton; Warton, &c. and from thence leading you immediately into the village; forming an easy and pleasant ride. The roads are good, the various prospects agreeable, by having the river Ribble on your left as you proceed onwards. Lytham, in the hundred of Amounderness, county palatine of Lancaster: a curacy, of the certified value

of 22£. lay † patron, John Clifton Esq. of Lytham Hall, Incumbent. Rev. Robert Lister, capellus, dedicated * to St. Cuthbert. The resident population of this Parish, in 1801, was 920. The money raised by the parish rates, in 1803, was £618, 12s. 3d. at 8s. 9d. in the pound. It is 12 miles S. W. by W. from Kirkham.

Improvements have of late (and are now making) been made at Lytham, so, that many who have been absent for many years, would scarcely know its features at the present time. There are

three excellent inns, which have been considerably enlarged, so as to render them more eligible for visitors. The charges are moderate, provisions and wines of the first quality may always be had in exuberance, and every civility required, is always attended to, by their respective owners, Mr. Crookall, at the Wheat Sheaf; the Cliftons Arms, (late Mr. Hampson's) now undergoing a considerable improvement; (at present the premises are to let) and at Mr. Ditchfield's the Bowling Green. Private lodgings may be had in abundance. New cottages and elegant buildings have increased within this two years. Fronting the sea upon the beach, immediately opposite Southport, many respectable residences are erected, the land is generally sold by John Clifton, Esq. for 30 or 40 years, or for the space of three lives, exclusive of ground rent, which they have to pay overplus, such as those mansions on the north west side of Lizmago houses, belonging to W. Hornby, Esq. and the Rev. Robert Lister, curate of Lytham. The east side of Lizmago is ornamented by the abodes of Dr. Fisher, Mrs. Burdsworth, Thomas Miller, Esq.; and Dr. W. &c.

(To be concluded next week.)

bread every hundred pounds weight are found to contain eighty pounds of nutritious matter; butcher's meat averaging the various sorts, contains only thirty-five pounds in one hundred ; French beans (in the grain) ninety-two in one hundred; broad beans eightynine; pease, ninety-three; lentiles. (a kind of half-pea, but little known in England,) ninety-four pounds in one hundred; greens and turnips, which are the most aqueous of all vegetables used for domestic purposes, furnish only eight pounds of solid nutritious substance in one hundred ; carrots fourteen pounds; and what is very remarkable as being in opposition to the hitherto acknowledged theory, one hundred pounds of potatoes only yield 25 pounds of substance valuable as neutrition.--One pound of good bread is equal to two pounds or two pounds and a half or three pounds of the best potatoes; one pound of potatoes is equal to four pounds of cabbage and three of turnips; but one pound of rice, broad beans, or French beans (in grain): is equal to three pounds of potatoes-This calculation is considered perfectly correct, and may be valuable in families where the best mode of supporting nature should be adopted at the least expence.

Varieties.

Curious recipe for making everlasting shoes:-"A nobleman of Gascony, (for all Gascons are noblemen,) complaining that his pumps did not last long enough, the humble shoemaker asked him of what stuff his lordship should like to have them made" Make the vamp," said he, "of the throat of a chorister-the quarter, of the skin of a wolf's neckand the sole, of a woman's tongue." The astonished Crispin made bold with a second question in the shape ofa timid and hesitating "Pourquoi ?"" Why?

-you blockhead," replied the wag, "because the first never admits water -the second, because it never bends on either side;-and the last, because, though always in motion, it never wears out."

Experiments.- Mr. Drapier, of Brussels, has made the following experiments with 50lbs of seed of different sorts; sown upon equally rich ground:-50lbs. of wheat produced 580lbs. of grain, and 216lbs. of straw. The same quantity of rye yielded 916lbs. and 1840lbs. of straw and the same quantity of barley produced 492lbs. in grain and 1829lbs. of straw.

To Correspondents.

We are obliged to Juvenis for sending us a letter with room enough for us to write our article: but that is all we stand indebted to him for as his-Verses on the Death of Buonaparte, possess every requisite but those which merit insertion.

When shall we hear again from T. S. D?' Ianthe's Battle of Gwenystradd, or the White

Valley, in our next. We beg of this young Lady to accept our grateful acknowledgments for the uniform support she has given us for several weeks, and we hope to have a continu ance of it.

Should any of our readers differ from the opinion we have expressed concerning the different performers, at the Leeds Concert and Oratorio; our pages are open to a temperate discussion of the subject.

Eugenius, as soon as possible.

The paper on the public Edifices of this town, though a masterly performance, and we think perfectly correct in its strictures, is yet calcu lated to rouse angry feelings in the breasts of many individuals. In short, it is faulty only in one particular and that is the general fault of "Common Sense" too much severity, which, at the same time, he makes appear to be welldeserved. We trust our Correspondent will see as we do on this subject, and flatter rather than caricature the objects of his remarks. X. Y. Z.; Hurlothrumbo, Senr.;-The Portfolio; Dr. Quandume, are for various reasons (not worthy naming) unfit for the publie