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Adrian, Antonine, and Faustina, the wife minishing from 33 to 35 seconds in 24 of Marcus Aurelius.
hours. 'M. Blainpain's observations emThe following is an extract of a letter braced but a very small arc : but from from Rome, dated May 25:-" In the them M. Nicollet deduced a parabolic course of this month the search of the orbit. According to calculations, it passTiber will begin. The preparations for ed its point nearest to the sun on the 3d this grand undertaking are carrying on of March last year, at 15 min. past 11.. with the greatest activity. The excava Its peribelial distance equal to 1-12567 (a tions of Pompeji are continued with suc little more than 14); that of the earth to cess. They have lately discovered there the sun being taken as unityseveral edifices, in the five street which Inclination of its orbit to leads to the Temple of Isis, to that of the ecliptic
88 deg. 33 min. Hercules, and to the Theatre. In a house Longitude of the ascendwhich doubtless belonged to some man of ing node. .... .... 68 deg. 5 min. science, there were found some surgical Longitude of perihelium, instruments of excellent workmanship, and calculated by the orsome paintings representing fruit and ani
187 deg. 32 min. mals, which are worthy of admiration for Its heliocentric movement direct. the extreme truth of the imitation."
On the 12ih, the Comet was observed at The ruins of an antient Nauinachia, or the Royal Observatory, Greenwich, on Aquatic Amphitheatre, have been disco. the meridian, about midnight. vered at Lyons.
26 h. 6 min 7 sec. New Comet.
7 h. 22 min. 20 sec. On Saturday, the 3d of July, a Comet, N. Polar distance... 39 d. 28 min. 35 sec. being the first observed here since 1811, made its appearance about 15 degrees
MOVING MOUNTAIN. above our horizon. From its magnitude A singular and recent event excites the and its splendour, it must be at a compa astoujshment of the inhabitants of Namur ratively short distance from the sun. Its and Dinant, which seems worihy the at. nucleus was clearly defined, of a brilliant tention of the learned, who study the white light, and through a small telescope nature of our globe. Behind one part of appeared superior in size to Venus. It the Castle of Namur there is a pretty high had a tail extending several degrees, and mouu'ain (perhaps bill), at the foot of slightly curled at the top. In less than which there was a spring of water, of conan hour it described a curve of many mil siderable magnitude, which never dried lions of miles. Its situation among the up. Since the time that the plan of the stars seemed to be near the fore feet of new foriifications of Namur and of its the constellation Lynx, not far from the citadel has been executed, this spring has star called (B) Beta Auriga, nearly in a been choked up, and has disappeared. line with it and the very brigbt star called The proprietors of all the parts of the Capella : its tail extends considerably mountain perceived that a revolution of more than that of September and October, some kind was preparing in the interior of 1811. Probably the present Comet has their property; and nothing could equal Joog traversed the ethereal space, and is their surprise when they became convinced now rapidly making its way towards the that the powerful action of the waters of sun, its foci, in which case it will become
the choked-up spring was undermining a more brilliant in approaching the sun, but
great part of this mountain, and continued appear to sink towards the northern hori. to make it move in a mass, without any zon, and very soon become invisible. It sinking or cracks which might assist the is nearly in our zenith about noon day, observers in their calculations respecting and consequently obscured by the solar it. The news of this event soon spread; rays. If it should have passed its perihe in a short time the whole part of the road lion, and be receding from the sun, it will which leads to Dinant has been occupied gradually diminish in splendour, but may by one of the points of this mountain ; remain visible for some considerable and it has been necessary, in consequence, time.
10 remedy this inconvenience hy throwing It is supposed that this is the same a bridge over the Meuse, towards the Comet that was announced in the Philoso bank which leads to Ivoir, the actual resiphical Magazine for March, last year. It dence of Count Depatin, formerly Comwas discovered on the 26;h of December, mandant of Tournay.-The people have 1817, in the Constellation of the Swan, now given to this mountain the name of by M. Blampain, at Marseilles, and ob the walking mountain ; and in fact its served by him to the 18th of January last motions are perceptible, as well as the year. Its movement was described by direction that the weight of the waters, M. Elampain as very slow, its right ascen which daily increases more and more, sion increasing only seven minutes in makes it take toward the bank of the twenty-four hours, and its declination die Meuse.
LINES ON ITALY.
Themselves exalted, they with stern deBy J. HOLLAND.
bate, Is there a genial clime, a favour'd spot, Convers'd with ages of anterior date: Where Freedom whispers-Slavery is Glancing thro' æras yet remote and dim, not?
Still saw their ark of pride triumphant Where Man, unshackled, independent, free,
swim : Breathes and respires the breath of Li Still saw their sons transmit from name to berty!
name, And every scene and every note inspires, Unsullied honours-undegenerate fame. Expansive charity and pure desires ? Such dreams were mine, when youthWhere virtue, temperance, health-beget. ful reason play'd, ting toil,
(smile? And Hope romantic oft with Fancy stray'd; Love, Science, Justice, sweet Religion When warm with Pleasure's tale of other By ages essenc'd from all meaner strife,
[crimes. At once the balsam and the bread of life. I wept their follies, and bewail'd their - bear me there my wishes—there re. But most lamented when a Tyrant's nod, pose
(close; Curs'd with his power, and rul'd with SlaThy smile, blest country, on my life's late very's rod; Be there my home-whate'er in heaven's Wrung from the shrinking frame all germs decree,
[earth; Of good or evil is reserv'd for me ;
And crush'd the mortal, and the man to To delve its quarries, or to dig its ores, Till tam'd and servile, at a master's beck To dress its vineyards, or defend its He yields the willing homage of his neck ! shores;
Such thoughts in youth thro' my warm Or, blest with competence, to taste of ease,
bosom ran, Ease blest indeed, where realms are blest And fix'd the bias of the future man. with these !
Curs'd is the state! where despotism Or then 10 wake imagination's theme, A fond enthusiast raptur'd with the dream; A weaken'd race with sanguinary laws; This were the spot, if any could inspire, Or if a Tyrant's, or a Bigot's nod, The pregnant bosom with poetic fire. Rules in the power of man-or name of Is there a land or habitable space
God Smiles there a spot of such distinguish'd Where Persecution's mould'ring embers grace ?
light Where shall we turn; when human cir The gloom of Papal or of Pagan night! cles ran
[man ? Where deified Corruption scowls to see First round the birth-place of primeval The altars sacred to Idolatry. And culture first receiv'd, to raise her crop, Ah turn we but to that delightful clime, Sweat from young Labour's brow-the new Where sev'n-sealed Rome once rose subborn drop ?
lime; Or turn we where the roaming Savage When thron'd in awful plenitude of power, strides
Greatness her diadem -- the world her O'er isles thick scatter'd amidst ocean's dower! Where Nature's finger at unthwarted Fair clime, thy name how splendidly unlength,
furld, Roves o'er his form of gracefulness and Garden of Europe-mistress of the world! And Nature's smile, that flashes in his There warmer suns indulgent smiles bemien,
[glow; Reflects his landscape's wildly-beauteous And teeming Nature owns the genial Or shall we find that imprescriptive nook, There Spring, in verdant robe, and rosy That loveliest pictur'd page of Nature's crown'd, book;
Scatters her budding redolence around; Where every scene by Science is defin'd, And Summer wakens into earliest birth And every note is Harmony refin'd? The flowery fragrance of the blooming Where Genius walks, and round her peace.
earth; ful fane,
There smiling skies prolong the flowery August Refinement leads her sacred train?
reign, And richly various—every feature wears Nor icy Winter desolates the plain : The tutor'd aspect of past thousand years ? Where corn.rob'd vales before the breeze That surely were the spot--and they were recline, wise
And melting clusters load the fruitful vine ; A world's example spread before their Where harvest fruits anticipate the hand, eyes ;
And laughing plenty frolics o'er the land. Gent. Mag. July, 1819.
O happy vales ! O proud, thrice blissful, Auspicious omen of a nation's weal! shores,
(stores ;. When scepter'd Monarchs condescend to Where liberal Nature gives her amplest
feel If with these blessings Heaven more Their country's weakness, and partake richly gives,
the pain, Man born for freedom--there a freeman Its virtues shelter, and its vice restrain ; Such were thy vales, Italia! such thy Sway Truth's bright sceptre in degenerate charms,
[crimes. A clime of beauty, and a land of arms; With Cæsar's greatness-without Cæsar's Stern independance ramping on thy crest, Italia! once the world beheld thee such; Gleam'd like a beacon o'er thy free-born Rich in jvdustry, as in science rich; breast.
Piled by thy art, what glorious structures Such are thy vales-olhy sons no longer rise,
(slave; Thy losty temples pierc'd the nether The once proud freeman creeps a timid But how exalted once, no more avails War wrests thy country, and a conque. Thy fruitful vallies and thy fragrant gales; ror's hand *
Or marble columns once ihat listed bigh Grasps, and divides thy alienated land. The graceful colonade, and chara'd the The last weak glimmer' of thy sunshine
[beams. Now distant breaking on the weary sight, To tremble o'er thee, with departing Each hallow'd grove, each consecrated Not on thy soil alone-lo! wide and far,
height; Stern desolation hacks destructive war; Where Time's corroding power betrays its Dire scourge of Nations ! at whose fright
trust, ful mien,
And marble grandeur crumbles into The harvest sickens-fades the cheerful
Thy sons how oft, when sober moon-light What shall avail to quell its dreadful force,
(walls; Or tame the demons which direct its Slant thro' the crevice of the fractur'd. course?
When wand'ring with some dark - ey'd Shall revolutions shall a Monarch's nod
beauig there, The voice of reason-or the hand of God He pours the tale of softness on her ear; Or shal' the Muse predate its final hour, How oft must keen upbraiding seelings And war obsequious own the Poet's
[heart? power? 7
And wind like serpents round the lover's Such was the theme when Mantua's To think the seeds of Roman loins, once vales along,
(slave! The tuneful Maro pour'd his rural song ; Boasts but the abject birth-right of a His was the task, in sweet didactic verse, To him these marble wrecks insingate The swain's delightful labours to re There was an æra, tho' of distant date, hearse ;
When they were rear'd lo consecrate to Ja classic style to charm the polish'd ear,
fame And sing the various pleasures of the year: Some polish'd climax of the Roman name. To call the warrior from his bloody loil, When on each, by distaot lands descried, To sow and reap the long-neglected soil; The flag of freedom wav'd in martial pride ; And see the sun that frown'd on constant In Roman states, to Roman hearts en. war,
dear'd, Gleam on the plough's now bright earth. By enemies, and faithless allies fear'd; burnish'd share.
Of freedom proud, beneath that lag, unSee regal hands the cult'ring rite bestow,
furi'd, And vict'ry's laurels deck the sacred They rock'd the cradle of the infant plough.
* These lines were written during the dynasty of Buonaparte, when Italy was subjugated by France.
t Bappily for Europe, that war has closed; would that we could hope, with it, the spirit of war was quenched for ever, and that Europe's latest animosities were buried with her victims on the field of Waterloo ! that field would be sacred, indeed, could the genius of peace erect on that “ place of graves" a monumental column, and inscribe it with “ There shall be war no more!"
# Virgil, we are told, wrote bis exquisitely finished poem of the Georgics, at the solicitation, and under the auspices, of the prime minister of Augustus Cæsar. To in. vest the art of Husbandry with its antient and proper digniiy, and to promote a disposition to cultivate the ground, which had been much neglected, the glories of the war. riors having eclipsed other calmer and more beneficent occupations, it was not un. usual in the days of the Republic to decorate the plough with the laurels of her conquerors and dictators; nor did they disdain to honour the occupations of husbandry by directing the plough with their own hands.
Does he not wanders and with sadd'ning To see no lord claim, as a rightful prize, face,
[trace? A lythe bis hand bestows, but heart de. These last remains of native grandeur See Nature beauteous, and indulgent, When these exist, a country still may shine,
boast And man, himself, amidst her works de. Of present blessings neither sold nor lost; cline!
May rise and flourish, and long hope to, See his bright plains invite hiin to ordain,
save, The meed of culture with the hope of Their name, and honour, from Destruc
gain ; Ah, hopeless gain-ah, unpropitious toil, I turn from Italy ; on Fancy's wings, Where pamper'd Priesthood fattens on the Above the sphere of sublunary things, soil !
Imagination soars; dear to my sight If wandering where with antient ruins Earth still appears amidst the realms of spread,
light ; The Capitol once rear'd its august head, Lo ! what is that, on which the sunbeams Prona-by some prostrate plinth, whose
[breast, cary'd design
[line, That beauteous pendant on old ocean's Of fabled history, swells the sculptor'd I see !-around its verge white breakers He lies : his senses steep'd in Slavery's curld, dream,
(stream: 'Tis the sublime medallion of the world! Hears thus the genius of old Tiber's I know that image in its compass seen, “ Art thou a son begot of Roman sires ? My Island Mother's own benignant mien. Whose vestal daughters kept the sacred Dear as her smile, which once my youth
[bless'd; Whose sous, when freemen, oft were wont As her whose care my years of childhood to lave
Enchas'd with rocks, and girdled with iis Their nervous bodies in my ample wave;
strand Whose souls, too proud, ne'er bow'd be. That miniature of earth is Albion's land; neath a yoke,
This is the spot, or habitable space; And recreant nations fear'd their lifted This is the nook of most distioguish'd In arms invincible, could ouly feel The loss of freedom, not the soldier's My birth-place, and my cradle, and my steel!
home! O base, degenerate, fallen son, redeem Here spent my childhood -here may be Thy father's freedom, or forsake my stream.”
Albion ! my fancy roves to other climes, But he no more the picture of those sires, Contrasts thy beauty, 'aud regrets thy Resign’d his freedom-quench'd those sa crimes, cred fires,
Yet is no spot of earth so dear to me, A servile subject, base, unfaithful, mean, No place belov'd of Heaven so much as And poor those virtues which his vices
Idalia's vales were fair ; llydaspe's A living emblem of how fall’n the great,
[dreams, A cringing vassal at proud Gallia's feet;. Might glide delightful in my youthful His soul unnerv'd, bis mental vigour bound; The sound of liberty may thrill my breast, Tho' Reason's lustres brighten all around : But I shall ask myself, am I unbless'd ? And meek Religion, that with seraph face, No, while one drop of true patricians Smiles on mind with soft benignant
Flows in the current of Life's crimson Is here perverted, and along his plains,
Rather than hate the land that gave me He clapks in superstitious servile chains.
birth, O Liberty! whate'er thy essence be, My name deserves to perish from the earth; The right of nations, or created free, No, ere I with that amor patriæ part, The rights of man, or, as in virtue's youth My mother's image must forsake my heart. The regal sceptre sway'd in conscious Sheffield, Oct. 23, 1817.
truth; Or o'er his plains still nature to restrain, Has mark'd his boundary line, with rocks
ORIGIN OF THE RED ROSE. or main,
AS, erst, in Eden's blissful bow'rs, To rear and guard his hospitable home,
Young Eve survey'd her countless Aod unrestrain'd in liberty to roam ;
flow'rs, Or does he ask hereditary rite?
Av op'ning rose, of purest white, To reap his lands, his labours to requite ? She mark’d, with eyes that beam'd delight. To count his crops while rip’ning in the Its leaves she kiss'd: and, straight, it drew, sun,
(dove; From Beauty's lip, the vermeil bue. His own sure profits when bis labour's West-square, July 12. John CAREY,
THE FAREWELL. “ ISABEL OF THE ISLES," CAN I leave the sweet scenes of my childA Poem preparing for publication.
hood and youth? [liest hours? By W. C. H. Allen *.
Can I leave the dear haunts of my earHEARD ye that sound ! Gramerçie, Where the soft glance of Love, and the
kind voice of Truth, hark,
Have increas'd all the charms of their 'Twas not the sullen watch-dog's bark,
beautiful bowers ? Nor hollow shriek of boding owl, Nor the wild fox's distant howl,
Can I leave and for ever ! this home of Nor murmur of the rising gale,
[woe? Tho' on its wing their mingled wail, Without my lyre waking a farewell of Thro' the dull air pass'd faintly by, Tho' feeble the farewell, its plaint shall When tho' but now it glinted high,
[go! Sunk down the pale benighted moon,
Some solace to sooth me wherever I And toll'd the chime of elve's dark noon.
While wanders my eye o'er these lines in But 'twas a sound so deep, so dread,
[shall live! "Twixt death-like groan, and murmur bred,
Dear scenes of my happiness, here ye It seem'd not as of mortal birth,
Your shades and your solitude Mem'ry Nor breath'd with breath of augbt on earth,
shall borrow, And you might deem from wether bound,
That the past may improve what the The yawning grave sent forth the sound.
future can give. The gale is past, and all is still,
Tho'dim the eye now, as it tenderly traces, And silence settles on the hill;
With a lingering look, the fair Eden in Nor aught its aweful slumber breaks,
view, Nor the dull ear of midnight wakes,
A bright beam of pleasure, the tear-drop Save in the Lady's secret bower,
[it adieu !A sob, and stifled sigh,
When I think of the spot where I bade And round Sir Williams aged bower, The black bat Aying by.
The strong chain of feeling no time can For the Lady has heard the unearthly
While Memory mournfully breaks from moan, And her beart throbs fast with fear, And the days that are gone must be dear For their soul must be lead, and their
to me ever,
[farewell! hearts of stone,
Yet I smile, when I think of my latest Who ailed not that sound to bear:
The sun, o'er the cedar, and blossoming And low is the Ladye's bended knee,
[aud a tear; And low is the Ladye's head,
Look'd doubtfully down, 'twixt a smile And clasp'd are her hands in agonie, Then burst into splendour--like happier Good saints and angels, I pray her speed,
[hours were near! While Are she murmurs, with many a bead, And it seem'd to foretel that those To holy St. Mary for help in need.
In the rose-cover'd arbour, sweet scene of The last light dropping circlet fell,
(store, The Ladye ceased her vows to tell,
I counted the blessings my heart had in And anxious listening fear suppress'd
And it bounding replied, as I dwelt on the The flutter of her beating breast :
treasures, [murmur no more." 'Twas solemn silent stillness all,
“Thy friends still are left thee, then You might have heard the cricket call, One moment and no more :
“ Tho' 'tis the last look, where thine eye For then a moaning wind 'gan creep,
now reposes, [beauties combine ; Aud slowly swept the rocky steep,
Where Taste and where Nature their And round the battlements it pass'd;
Tho' blossom for others those bright blushIt was a chill and sullen blast,
ing roses, [shall press thine! And such a sound it bore,
The dear hand that planted them, still As if upon the hollow gale,
And the hearts that have lov'd thee reCame murder'd infant's dying wail,
main to thee yet ; And the death-groan 'and mortal throe, Their truth feels no blight, from the cold Of one 'neath foeman's deadly blow;
chilling breeze, And aweful things that night were heard, Oh! the warm sun of friendship! it never And seen strange sights of portent wind,
[than these !" And on the breeze was still.
Tho' it shine upon bowers less sylvan Untouch'd the bell in turret tolld,
Then o'er each soft meadow the stranger Scream'd the dun owlet from her hold,
[impart ; One sbriek the waken'd lapwing gave, These flowers to others their sweets may And dog-fox from his lonely cave
I grieve nut, to think I shall share them no Faint answer'd on the hill!
[my heart ! * See Literary Intelligence. Possess'd of the friends that are dear to