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Gentleman's Magazine :
From JULY to DECEMBER, 1812,
(BEING THE FIFTH OF A NEW SERIES.)
PART THE SECOND.
PRODESSE ET DELECTARE.
E PLURIBUS UNUM.
By SYLVANUS URBAN, Gent.
LONDON: Printed by NICHOLS, SON, and BENTLEY
at Cicero's Head, Red Lion Passage, Fleet Street ;
And sold by J. HARRIS (Successor to Mrs. NEWBERY),
The following Table, constructed upon a philosophical consideration of the attraction of the Sun and Maon in their several positions
If it be a New or Full Moon, or the Moon
enters into the First or Last Quarter,
Or between the hours of
Snow, or Rain
Fair and Mild
Snow, if S. or Sa W.
Fair and Frosty
Hard Frost, unless Wind S. or W.
Snow and Stormy
Cold Rain, if W.; Snow, if E.
Cold, with high Wind
Hence the nearer the time of the Moon's Entrance at Full, and Change, and Quarters is to Midnight (that is, within two hours before or
SECOND PART OF THE EIGHTY-SECOND VOLUME.
Dec. 31, 1812. IN
our periodical Addresses to our Friends and Correspondents, it has happened, for a long Series of Years, that our Political Hemisphere has been sadly darkened by storms and tempests, and that but few rays of hope or expectation have at intervals irradiated the horizon. A Star has at length appeared from the North, which bids fair to mark the limit of the most sanguinary ambition, to check the career of as implacable a Tyrant as ever excited the indignation of a suffering world.
Spes virtusque cadunt, trepidaque à mente recedit
Sed fugere infixum est, terræque optantur hiatus.”
“ Shorn of his beams, how is the mighty man fallen!" Surely now, the elasticity of the human heart will be restored to its due confidence in the gracious dispensations of Providence; Surely now, the eyes of Europe will be opened to the proper sense of the relative interests of each and all its Nations; Syrely, high and mighty Potentates who exhibit a long and noble list of Imperial Ancestry, will no longer crouch, and bow the servile knee, to an Upstart and a Despot. The sinews of his arm are paralyzed, his sword is dishonoured, his confidence lost. But why do we so long, and with an earnestness which we are at no pains to soften