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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
To that hard face. Yet he was always found
Among your ten and twenty pound subscribers,
Your benefactors in the Newspapers.
His alms were money put to interest
In the other world, donations to keep open
A running charity-account with Heaven :
Retaining fees against the last assizes,
When, for the trusted talents, strict account
Shall be required from all, and the old arch lawyer
Plead his own cause as plaintiff.


I must needs
Believe you, Sir ; these are your witnesses,
These mourners here, who from their carriages
Gape at the gaping crowd. A good March wind
Were to be pray'd for now, to lend their eyes
Some decent rheum. The very hireling mute
Bears not a face blanker of all emotion
Than the old servant of the family!
How can this man have liv'd, that tbus his death
Cost not the soiling one white handkerchief !!!

Who should lament for him, Sir, in whose heart
Love had no place, nor natural charity ?
The parlour spaniel, when she heard his step,
Rose slowly from the hearth, and stole aside
With creeping pace; she never rais'd ber eyes
To woo kind words from him, nor laid her head
Uprais'd upon his knee, with fondling whine.
How could it be but thus! Arithmetic
Was the sole science he was ever taught.
The Multiplication-table was his Creed,
His Paternoster, and his Decalogue.
When yet he was a boy, and should have breath'd
The open air and sunshine of the fields,
To give his blood its natural spring and play,
He in a close and dusky counting-house,
Smoke-dried, and seard, and shriveld up his heart.
So, from the way in which he was trained up,
His feet departed not; he toild and moild,
Poor muckworm! through his threescore years and ten,
And when the earth shall now be shoveld on him,
If that which serv'd bim for a soul were still
Within its husk, 't would still be dirt to dirt.

Yet your next Newspapers will blazon him
For industry and honourable wealth
A bright example.


Even half a million Gets him no other praise. But come this way Some twelvemonths hence, and you will find his virtues Trimly set forth in lapidary lines, Faith with her torch beside, and little Cupids Dropping upon his urn their marble tears.


From a very rare Volume of old Poetry. The Fountaines smoake, and yet no flames they shewe;

Starres shine all night though unde'serned by day i And Trees does spring, yet are not seene to growe;

And Shadowes moove, although they seeme to stay : In Winter's woe is buried Summer's blisse, And Love loves most, when Love most secret is. The stillest streame descries the greatest deepe;

The clearest skie is subject to a shower; Conceit's most sweete when as it seemes to sleepe;

And fairest dayes doe in the morning lower. The silent groves sweete nymphs they cannot misse, For Love loves most where Love most secret is. The rarest jewels hidden virtue yeeld,

The sweete of traffique is a secret gaine, The yeere once old doth shew a barren field,

And plants seeme dead, and yet they spring again. Cupid is blind; the reason why, is this, Love loveth most when Love most secret is.

Un Capitaine hardi d'Halifax
Demeurant dans son quartier,
Seduit une fille, qui se pendit
Un Lundi avec sa jarretiere ;
Sa conscience le tourmenta,
Son estomac fut gate,
Il prit le fort ratifia,
Et ne pensa que de Miss Baillee.

Ah! la Baillee, la malheureuse Baillee.

Ah! la Baillee, la malheureuse Baillee !!
Un soir se couchant de bonne heure,
Car il avoit la fievre,
Dit-il, “ Je suis un beau garcon,
Mais volage comme un chevre.”
Sa lumiere brule pale et bleu,
Le suif et coton mele,
Un revenant approche son lit,
Et cria “ Voici Baillee,”

Ah! la Baillee, &c.
"Va-t-en," dit-il, ou Diable m'emporte,
Je tirai la sonnette."
** Cher capitaine," repond la dame,
“Quelle conduite malhonnete !"
"Le commissaire fut trop severe
Envers une fille si grelee,
Et le pretre ne veut pas dire la messe
Pour l'ame de ma'm'selle Baillee.”

Ah! la Baillee, &c.
“ Cher revenant," dit-il tout bas,
“ Arrangeons notre affaire ;
Un banquenotte dans ma culotte
Ferme ta cimetiere;"
Gaiement s'enfuit alors l'esprit,
Son sort si bien de mele,
“Adieu, cher fripon capitaine Smith,
N'oubliez pas votre Baillee.”

Ah! la Baillee, &c.



Professor Borzelius, of Stockholm, has made several near approaches to an analysis of Silica, one of those earths whose metallic base has never been obtained but in an alloy with other metals; his experiments make it contain 51.5 of base to 49,5 of oxygen.

Mr. E. Davy has investigated the properties and composition of some combinations of Platina, which have never before been made the subjects of analysis.

Mr. Thomas Reid, of Edinburgh, has discovered a cause of irregularity in well-constructed clocks never before observed, viz. that the attraction of gravitation takes place between the pendulum and the weight where the latter is considerable, as in month clocks.

Mr. Hasenfrautz has published in the Annales de Chymie, an explanation, on optical principles, of the reason of the radiated appearance of stars, and other luminous bodies seen at a distance.

Mr. James Allan, instrument maker in London, has improved the reflecting circle of La Borda, so as to make it equally convenient, for purposes of nautical observation, with the common sextant; than which it is much more accurate.

Mr. William Hamilton, of the Island of Nevis, has published some remarks on the medical properties of the Jamaica Dogwood, (Piscidia Erythryna of Linnæus,) which promises to be a valuable addition to the Materia Medica, as a safe anodyne, producing none of the disagreeable sensations which follow the use of opiates.

A beautiful and commodious boat has just been finished, constructed to go by wind, power, and steam, for carrying passengers on the Clyde, between Glasgow, Port Glasgow, Greenock, and Gourock. It lately arrived at the Broo.nielaw, in three hours and a half from Port Glasgow.


[Selected chiefly from British publications of December and January last.]

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The sixth and last volume of Mr. Beloe's Anecdotes of Literature will appear in the course of a few days.

1. F. M. Dovaston, Esq. has in the press, Fitzgwarine, a metrical romance, and other ballads of the Welsh Border, with poems, legendary, incidental, auc humorous.

Mr. R. Southey will shortly publish, in a quarto volume, Roderick, the last of the Goths; also the second volume of his History of the Brasils.

The translation of Chateaubriand's Beauties of Christianity, with illustrative notes, by the Rev. Henry Kett, will appear in a few days.

The Rev. Mr. Eustace's Classical Tour, in 2 vols. 4to. will appear in February. The work is the result, we understand, of much research and obseryation, exhibiting a comprebensive view of modern Italy, with its varied beauties of natural scenery, and its numerous works of art.

The Life and Administration of the Right Hon. Spencer Perceval, by Mr. Charles Verulam Williams, will appear in June next.

Omniana, or Horæ otiosiores ; by Robert Southey, Esq. 2 vols, 12mo. just published.

Recueil de Nouvelles; par Madame de Montolieu, auteur de Caroline de Litchtfield, La Princesse de Wolfenbuttle, &c. 3 vols. 12mo. just published,

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