council might be guided aright in their de

cision.

This very interesting paper terminates with some remarks on the high estimation in which Cromwell was held by the Jews, as well on the Continent as in this country, on account of his recalling them hither. Regarding him as a powerful prince, favouring them by all the means in his power, it appears that if they could in any way have made out for him a Jewish descent, they would have declared him to be their temporal Messiah!

BRISTOL PHILOSOPHICAL AND LITERARY SOCIETY.

Jan. 25. The Rev. Mr. Eden read a short Memoir by Sir Richard Colt Hoare, bart. on the subject of the Kimmeridge Coal Money,-specimens of which lay on the table for inspection. After quoting a passage from Hutchins's History of Dorset, in which this article is mentioned, with an observation that coal is the cant word in some countries for money, the learned Baronet remarked, that it had been reserved for Mr. Miles (who lately published an interesting account of the Deverel Barrow, reviewed in our last vol. pp. 421, 530, 616), to throw a further light upon the coal money, though not to ascertain the positive purposes to which it was originally applied. He had proved, however, that it was of very early date, and that the tradition of its having been used as money in more modern times was erroneous. He had also proved, in the most satisfactory manner, that the spot on which these relics have been found was once inhabited by some foreign settlement.-He proceeded to remark, that the most singular discovery which tends to ascertain the high authority of this place as once inhabited, was that of a sacrifice of a young bullock's head, placed within a shallow patera of stone, which he had in his own possession; and he concluded by saying, that it was evident there must have been some antient settlement on this ground, probably one that was engaged in maritime pursuits.

Dr. Carrick read to the Society another letter of Sir R. C. Hoare, giving an account of the opening of an ancient Barrow, at Nettleton, Wilts, with some prefatory remarks by the Doctor, descriptive of the place and adjoining parishes, which seem to have been in former times the scene of various remarkable events. Amongst other remains of antiquity in the vicinity, Dr. Carrick pointed out two long barrows, about half way between Derham and Nettleton, one on each side of the road, which he conjectured may have served to cover the remains of the combatants, who fell in the great battle, fought in that neighbour hood in the year 577, between Ceadlin, GENT. MAG. February, 1827.

King of Wessex, and the Britons. He then adverted to the adjoining parishes of Littleton Drew, or Littleton St. Andrew, of doubtful etymology; Castlecomb, so called from the remains of an ancient British fortress near the Tumulus and the Fosse road; and Slaughterford, farther down the river, a name strikingly indicative of deeds of death in former times, although neither the period or the actors have been ascertained. The Doctor conjectures it to be the scene of the great battle, so important in its consequences, between Edward the elder, the son of Alfred, and the Danes, in 910; in which the two celebrated Kings of the Danes, Halfdane and Edwills, sons of Ragnar Lodbrog, were slain, and the Danish power permanently broken. The Barrow, as described by Sir R. C. Hoare, is a long Stone Barrow, with a Cromlech, or Kestvaen, on its eastern extremity; one of that sort which is of the most rare occurrence, and which, from its external and internal circumstances, appears to be one of the most ancient of the British sepulchral monuments. The Tumulus was laid open longitudinally to the extent of 150 feet; but nothing was discovered in it but the remains of a single interment, apparently of a young man, about six feet in height, lying on the left side, with his legs gathered up, and the knees approaching the chin. The skeleton was in a remarkable state of preservation, after the lapse of probably more than 2000 years. No sort of weapon, nor urn, nor implement, was found there, except a small sharp instrument of flint, the use of which appears uncertain. The Cromlech, on the extremity of the Tumulus (consisting now of only three large stones, two erect, and one large flat stone fallen down, and reclining against the former) was not disturbed; although Sir R. C. Hoare was of opinion, that the principal interment lay under it: but his considerate forbearance would not allow him, by a closer examination, to risk the falling of the stones, and the destruction of that ancient British monument, notwithstanding his longing_desire to ascertain that doubtful point. It is almost unnecessary to say, that the skeleton was left in situ; and that the Tumulus was restored as exactly as possible in its former state by the laudable care of that zealous, munificent, and judicious Antiquary.

self to be of Roman origin. The vase is about seven inches high, the lower part cylindrically formed, terminating in an elegantly shaped neck; and, judging from its colour, it is of that composition which historians call the Samean Jet. The letters D: 0 M: in one line, and S: M: L: in another under it, are visibly impressed upon it, but there are others which have not yet

been decyphered. In the vase was a deposit of dark-coloured ashes, which had evidently been calcined, a small piece of iron or steel about two inches long, fixed in a sort of handle of horn, on which are impressed, rather indistinctly the letters PR: M. There are also two small coins, the literal inscription obliterated, but on the side of one of them is a female figure with a spear.

SONNET

To SYLVANUS URBAN, Gent. By JOHN TAYLOR, Esq. URBAN or NICHOLS*, since in either

name

Benevolence and knowledge we can trace, Merits descending to thy lineal race, Thee, friend, I greet, and with a grateful aim, For thou hast shewn for me pure friendship's flame.

Still vice and folly in thy records chase, Records that Learning and that Virtue grace,

And hence, indeed "THE GENTLEMAN" proclaim. [hand "Tis thine to rescue from Time's grasping What else in dark Oblivion he would hide. Tis thine to join with zeal that noble Band† Who Genius aid, yet spare its decent pride. Hail to the FUND, the boast of Freedom's land,

[fide. In whose prompt bounty Sorrow may con

Tracing another JOHNSON, lofty sage,

In manners stern, but still in nature kind. Thus three great Pow'rs in Virtue's cause engage,

Thou, friend, combining each congenial mind.

WHEN IS IT TIME TO DIE!

By the Author of "MASSENBURGH."

WHEN is it time to die!

When soul and spirits fail?

When heart within, and world without,
Tell the same dreary tale?

When is it time to die!

When friends are all estranged; When in this lone inconstant world, Not one remains unchanged?

When is it time to die!

When o'er the troubled soul,
The deep full gush, the whelming tide,
Of bitter waters roll?

When is it time to die!

When passions all at strife,
Recoil and sting, like serpent brood,
The heart that warmed to life?

When is it time to die!

When Memory, traitor grown,
Comes like Remorse, with all the past,
And shows us of our own?

Or when revengeful Hope,
Reproached as insincere,
Leaves us to dark Reality,
To make the truth appear?
Then is it time to die!

Not if each pulse were pain
That beat within this drooping heart,
Or maddened through the brain.
No! 'tis but time to die

When God the summons sends

Bear up poor heart and sinking frame,
Till He thy trouble ends.

FIRST SENSATIONS. YES, when Life's fair sunny scene Each sweet emotion gives, When all around is still, sereneNo mean affection lives.

CHARTER SONG OF LONDONDERRY.
Written for the Celebration of the Shutting of
the Gates of that City against King James's
Army on the 7th of December, 1688*,
By the Rev. JOHN GRAHAM, M.A.
Rector of Tamlaghtard.

A Freeman and Freeholder of that City.
(Air-Auld Lang Syne.)

FULL many a long wild winter's night,
And sultry summer's day,

Are pass'd and gone, since James took flight,
From Derry walls away;

Cold are the hands that clos'd that gate
Against the wily foe,

But here to Time's remotest date
Their Spirit still shall glow.

CHORUS.

These walls still held by valiant men,
No slave shall e'er subdue-
And when we close our gates again

We'll all be found TRUE BLUE.

Lord Antrim's men came down yon glen

With drums and trumpets gay, The 'Prentice Boys just heard the noise, And then prepar'd for play; While some oppos'd, the gates they clos'd, And joining hand in hand, Before the wall resolv'd to fall,

Or for their freedom stand.

CHORUS.

When honour calls to DERRY walls

The noble and the brave, Oh he that in the battle falls

Must find a hero's grave.

Then came the hot and doubtful fray,
With many a mortal wound,
While thousands in wild war's array
Stood marshall'd all around.
Each hill and plain was strew'd with slain,
The FOYLE ran red with blood,
But all was vain, the town to gain

Here WILLIAM's standard stood.

* Our last Supplement, pp. 604-608, details the history of this important event.

CHORUS.

Renown'd are those, who face their foes,
As men and heroes should-
But basely to the grave he goes

Who fears to shed his blood.
The matchless deeds of those who here
Defied the Tyrant's frown,

On History's bright rolls appear
Emblazon'd in renown-

Here deathless WALKER'S faithful word
Sent hosts against the foe,
And Gallant MURRAY'S bloody sword
The Gallic chief laid low.

CHORUS.
We honour those heroic dead,

Their glorious memory;
May we who stand here in their stead
As wise and valiant be.

Oh sure a heart of stone would melt
The scenes once here to see,
And witness all our Fathers felt
To leave their country free;
They saw the lovely matron's cheek
With want and terror pale,

They heard their child's expiring shriek
Float on the passing gale.

CHORUS.

Yet here they stood, in fire and blood,
As battle rag'd around,
Resolv'd to die till Victory

Their purple standard crown'd.

The sacred rights these heroes gain'd
In many a hard-fought day,
Shall they by us be still maintain'd,
Or basely cast away?

Shall rebels vile rule o'er our Isle,

And call it all their own?
Oh surely No, the faithless foe
Must bend before the throne.
CHORUS.

Our lovely Isle, once more will smile,
From bigot's fury free,

While baffled Rome shall keep at home Her chains and slavery.

HOW COLD IT IS!

Vides, ut altâ stet nive candidum Soracte: nec jam sustineant onus Sylvæ laborantes, geluque Flumina constiterint acuto ?

Hor. Carm. I. 9. Ad Thaliarchum.

NOW the blustering Boreas blows,
See the waters round are froze;
The trees that skirt the dreary plain
All day a murmuring cry maintain ;
The trembling forest hears their moan,
And sadly mingles groan with groan :
How dismal all from East to West!
Heaven defend the poor distrest!

Such is the tale on hill and vale,
Each traveller may behold it is;

While low and high are heard to cry, "Bless my heart, how cold it is."

Lo! slumbering Sloth, that cannot bear
The question of the searching air,
Lifts up her unkempt head, and tries,
But cannot for her bondage rise:
The whilst the housewife briskly throws
Around her wheel, and sweetly shews
The healthful cheek that labour brings,
Which is not in the gift of kings.

To her long life, devoid of strife,
And justly, too, unfolded is,

The while the sloth to stir is loth,
And shivering cries, "How cold it is!"

Now lisps Sir Fopling,-tender weed!
All quaking like a shaken reed,
"How keen the blast attacks my
back!
John, place some list upon that crack:
Quick, sandbag all the sashes round,
Go, see there's not an air-hole found.
Ah bless me ! still I feel a breath;
Good lack! 'tis like the chill of death!"
Indulgence pale tells this weak tale,
Till he in furs enfolded is,

Still, still, complains, for all his pains, "Bless my heart, How cold it is!"

Now the poor Newsman from the town
Explores his path along the down,
His frozen fingers sadly blows,
And still he tramps, and still it snows;
Till cover'd all from head to feet,
Like penance in her whitest sheet ;-
"Go, take his paper, Richard, go,
And give a dram, to make him glow."
This was thy cry, Humanity,
More precious far than gold it is,

Such gifts to deal, when newsmen feel, All clad in snow, How cold it is.

Humanity! delightful tale!
While we feel the winter-gale,
May the peer in ermined coat
Bend his ear to sorrow's note;
And where with misery's weight opprest
A sufferer sits, a shivering guest,
Full ample let his bounty flow,
To soothe the bosom numb'd with woe.
In town or vale, where'er the tale
Of real grief unfolded is,

Oh! may he give the means to live
To those who know How cold it is.

Perhaps some Warrior, blind and lam'd, Some dauntless Tar for Britain maim'd,Consider these; for thee they bore The loss of limb, and ventured more: Oh! pass them not; or, if ye do, I'll sigh to think they fought for you. Go! Pity all: but, 'bove the rest, The Soldier or the Tar distrest.

Through winter's reign, relieve their pain, For what they've done, sure, bold it is;

Their wants supply, whene'er they cry, "God bless us, Sirs! How cold it is!"

Stand forth! Ye sluggards, sloths, and

beaux !

Echo with mingled sounds, too often fraught With pain and strife-alas! how many hearts The lust of gold may taint, 'till sadly. taught

The countless pangs, its spurious charm imparts,

The finer spirit scorns the prize it sought.

HOUSE OF LORDS, Feb. 12.

The Earl of Liverpool, after postponing his motion on the Corn Question, moved an Address of Condolence to his Majesty, on the lamented death of the Duke of York, and made a recapitulation of some of the more prominent public virtues of the illustrious Prince, adverting slightly, but feelingly, to his many amiable private qualities.

The same day, in the HOUSE OF COMMONS, Mr. Peel moved an Address of Condolence similar to that agreed to in the House of Lords. The Right Hon. Gent. quoting the last words he had heard from the deceased Prince, asked to compare the state of the Army disembarked the other day at Lisbon, with that of the troops which landed at Ostend in 1794. For the kindliness of demeanor, urbanity, and unimpeachable impartiality, which the Duke of York had maintained towards all men in the administration of his office, he appealed to the many members around him who had themselves had experience of his excellent qualities. In conclusion, he called upon the House to express its sympathy with the sorrows of Him who had lost the companion of his infancy-the partner of his youthful sports and studies-and the friend of his whole life; and at the same time, to mark their estimation of him whom they had all lost of him who had toiled so long, so zealously, and so successfully in the public service, and in that long period had never broken a promise-never resented a personal injury-and never deserted a friend. Mr. Brougham and Sir Robert Wilson bore ready testimony to the justice of all that had been said in praise of the illustrious Prince; and the Address was unanimously agreed to.

HOUSE OF COMMONS, Feb. 15.

Mr. Wilmot Horton moved for a Committee to take into consideration the expediency of adopting an extensive system of EMIGRATION, to relieve the redundant population of the United Kingdom. He began with a brief history of the former Emigration Committee, and proceeded to detail the result of the limited experiment which

had been made under the recommendation, which result he showed had been so successful in every relation, that it called forth the thanks as well of the emigrants as of the previous inhabitants of the country to which they had been transmitted. He adverted very fully to the state of Ireland, which, he asserted, presented no possible chance of amelioration but through the removal of a great part of her present unemployed population. Mr. James Grattan opposed the motion, on the ground that the money requisite to remove the number of emigrants necessary to produce any sensible alleviation could be much more advantageously employed at home; and moved, as an amendment, "That the state of distress which exists in this country now, and has existed for some time, calls for a remedy far different from any that can arise from the renewal of the committee on emigration."Mr. Peel professed to hold an intermediate belief between the sanguine expectation of some gentlemen and the despair of others. He had no doubt that the removal of a part of the redundant population would be a very happy change for themselves and for those from whose immediate neighbourhood they should remove; but to render the measure one of national benefit, it must be carried on upon a great scale, and at a vast expense. The motion was carried without a division, and a committee appointed.

HOUSE OF LORDS, Feb. 16.

In consequence of his Majesty having sent a Message to Parliament respecting an additional provision for the Duke and Duchess of Clarence, the Earl of Liverpool moved an address expressing the acquiescence of the House. He stated that the proposed addition to his Royal Highness's income was a jointure of 6,000l. per annum to the Duchess, with a grant of 3,000l. per annum to the Duke, which, with 3,000l. per annum, to which he is entitled from the Duke of York's death, would form a total increase of 12,000l. per annum upon the Duke's present income of about 26,000l.a provision, he submitted, by no means too liberal for the Prince next in probable succession to the Throne.-The Address was unanimously agreed to.

In the HOUSE OF COMMONS, the above grant to the Duke and Duchess of Clarence, on the motion of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, was carried by a majority of 167

to 75.