Ο Fourth, HIPPOMEDON. σηματεργος " 8 τις ευτελης αρ' την, line 493. Viz. "It was a skilful workman who made this engraving on his shield; a Typhæus vomiting flames from his mouth, within a border of twisted serpents.' Fifth, HYPERBIUS. Υπερβιω δε Ζευς πατηρ επ' ασπίδων Θεός. Ο μεν γαρ πυρπνοον Τυφων έχει 514. Viz. "On the shield of Hyperbius is placed the image of Jupiter Stator, bearing in his hand a flam ing javelin." Sixth, PARTHENOPEUS. Σφιγγ' ώμοσιτον προσμεμηχανευμενην Γόμφοις εύημα, λαμπον εκκρεστρον δέμας. Φέρει δ' υφ' αυτε φοτα Καδμείων ενα. 534. Viz. “ He bears a sphinx devouring raw flesh, with a Theban beneath her feet." Seventh, AMPHIA REUS. He bore no figure on his shield. Διπλεν τε σεμα προσμεμηχανευμενον. Αγει γυνη τις σωφρόνως ηγεμενη. Δικη δ' αρ ειναι φησιν, ως τα γράμματα Λεγει. ΚΑΤΑΞΩ Τ' ΑΝΔΡΑ ΤΟΝΔΕ, ΚΑΙ ΠΟΛΙΝ. ΕΞΕΙ, ΠΑΤΡΩΩΝ ΔΩΜΑΤΩΝ Τ' ΕΠΙΣΤΡΟΦΑΣ.* * The Edition of Eschylus used is the German one of Schultz 2 vols, 8vo, 1782. Viz. "He bore a double impress, Justice leading a man in golden armour, with this motto: "I WILL BRING BACK THIS MAN, AND HE SHALL POSSESS THE CITY AND HIS PATERNAL MANSION." Potter in his excellent translation of this play of "The Seven Chiefs against Thebes," says in the preface, "The shields of six of these chiefs are charged with armorial bearings expressive of their characters, and as regular, as if they had been marshalled by an herald at arms. The origin of these insignia is not known; but we have here a proof of their high antiquity; they were borne as marks of noble descent, or illustrious action, and as such, were of distinguishing honour: but should they, in the ambitious meanness of future times (this age is too pure to admit of such a prostitution), be assumed by such as are neither distinguished by high birth nor virtuous action, by such as owe their wealth to the wantonness of fortune, or to deeds that deserve a different kind of elevation, they must necessarily suffer great abatement of honour, and the proud achievements of virtue sink into common charges." * * I take the opportunity of this note to mention a curious coat of more modern times; no less than that of Joan of Arc. These arms, Azure, a sword in pale, the point upwards, argent crossed and pommelled, Or, between two fleurs de lis, and surmounted of a crown, all of the third, were granted to her by Charles VII. in the year 1430, together with letters of nobility; and they were to descend in her family, even in the female line: but they were afterwards deprived of this privilege. I am not sure where I met with this circumstance, which is not mentioned by Moreri; but I think I extracted it from Jean de Serres, a respectable old French historian, ART. DCCXLVI. No. XLVII. Extracts from Kirke White. "Heu pietas, heu prisca fides." TO THE RUMINATOR. VIRG. SIR, I EARNESTLY entreat for admission, among your Ruminations, of a few extracts from Kirke White. His Letters (as Mr. Southey well observes), show him to have possessed "as pure a heart, as ever it pleased the Almighty to warm with life." How amiable is the following passage, though for reasons inscrutable to us, its pleasing anticipation was not permitted to be realized. "In contemplating my ministerial career, I regard myself as the father of a little flock; I wish to be happy with my people, like one family, and to love them as my children. I would strive to know them all, to deserve their confidence, and to become their intimate and associate; still I should wish to have much time for meditation, and to perform my duties in that calm and uniform series, which tranquillizes and lightens the spirit, and enables it to enjoy a close communion with its God; so that my instructions should extend beyond the sound of my voice, and the light of God's especial grace should be communicated in my writings to ages yet unborn." What praiseworthy fortitude is exhibited in the passage which follows: "Make me an outcast, a beggar; place me a barefooted pilgrim on the top of the Alps or the Pyrenees, and I should have wherewithal to sustain the spirit within me, in the reflection that all this was as but for a moment; that a period would come, when wrong and injury, and trouble, should be no more. Are we to be so utterly enslaved by habit and association, that we shall spend our lives in anxiety and bitter care, only that we may find a covering for our bodies, or the means of assuaging hunger? for what else is an anxiety after the world?" In his poetical pieces, is the following fine picture of genius in distress: eye, "Mark his dew'd temples, and his half-shut Oh yes! that sunken eye with fire once gleam'd,- The penultimate line occurs again in the ode to Lord Carlisle, and it is to be feared was drawn too truly from the life. The following is an extract from the Essays entitled "Melancholy Hours:" "If I am destined to make any progress in the world, it will be by my own individual exertions. As I elbow my way through the crowded vale of life, I will never, in any emergency, call on my selfish neighbour for assistance. If my strength give way beneath the pressure of calamity, I shall sink without his whine of hypocritical condolence : and if I do sink, let him kick me into a ditch, and go about his business. I asked not his assistance while living-it will be of no service to me when dead." P. J. ART. DCCXLVII. No. XLVIII. Original Poems by Mr. Capel Lofft. "Jam senior, sed cruda viridisque senectus." VIRG. Song soothes our pains, and age has pains to soothe." YOUNG. For the principal contents of the present paper I am indebted to the kindness of Mr. Capel Lofft, whose name is too well known in the literary world to require any eulogy from me. Whoever knows how to appreciate duly the qualities of the human mind, will admire that constant activity and energy of its powers, which enables this learned and ingenious author to employ them so unweariedly in com position. As the business, the cares, and evils of life come upon us, we are too apt to suffer our thoughts to become weakened and distracted; and are too much inclined to prefer the ease of languid idleness to fame, which must be purchased by unprofitable toils. That noble fire from heaven, which prompts us "To scorn delights, and live laborious days," too frequently sinks with our youth, and almost expires before the termination of our middle age. It has been lamented, how common it is to see genius consume itself by its own blaze.” The |