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at Rotterdam, in 1698. We admire in this, as or where he finished. One suffers with those that much as in the preceding ones, the expression are falling. What sublime confusion! It is a burst of the heads.

of Rubens' genius, and can only be compared to There are here nine pictures by Reinbrandt; | the fne conception of Milton's Paradise Lost. some portraits, o!hers historical subjects. The Lucas Vosterman has engraved it. one I admire most is a three-quartered portrait of The whole-length portraits of Rubens and his himself. Those energetic louches, that magic of wife, are well painted, and replete with grace and light and shade, which makes us like him so

truth. They have been engraved by Hetz. much, are happ ly depicted here.

I have said too much, and yet not enough; The Assumplion of the Virgin, by Guido Reni, but it is no longer in my power to correct my is one of his most esteemned works. The Virgin' fault. If I have been able only to make you is ascending the heavens, carried on the clouds I appreciate the fine collection I have endeaby two angeli ; two other angels hide them

voured to describe, I shall feel myself too selses under her drapery. The attitude of the happy. Virgin, the correct and agreeable expression of Permit me, however, to add a few words rethe heads, the beauty of the drapery, all en-lating to those who have written on this gallery. chant us in this admirable production. It has The first architect, Nicholas de Pigage, has pubbeen engraved in dots by professor Hetz. This lished in 1779, a work entitled “On the Elecpicture is nine feet teu inches long, by seren toral Gallery of Dusseldorf; or, D-scriptive Cafeet wide.

talogue of its Paintings" This description is I have still a few words to say of Rubens : written in French, and ornamented with thirty forty-six of his works are found here. I shall large plates, engraved by Chretien Michel, at not, however, dwell on them, as you have an Basle. All the pictures are represented in the opportunity every day at the Museum, of judg- order they are placed. They are in general well ing of more than fifty of his pictures.

engraved, and in the true style their different The Day of Judgment, is one of the prodigies

In engraving each part of the Gallery from the pencil of Rubens, and undoubtedly one on one plate, the dimensions must be naturally of his most capital performances. I, however, observerl; the result is, that the small pictures think this subject out of the style of painting, must necessarily appear embarrassed, so much so still more so than the Deluge. The celebrated that they can scarcely be recognized. This is the Lessing has made the same observation in his Lao- | fate of two of Vander Werff's. The drawings coon We cannot deny that this picture has great and the plates cost the Elector above 40001. beauties; but the subject is not treated in a style | These plates are so much worn that no more imworthy of its anthor. None of the figures have pressions can be taken from them. There are the at'itude or character that becomes them, not still eight proofs to be sold at the Gallery, their even the principal one, Jesus Christ

If ever a

price is six guincas. The descriptive part is subject was favourable to expressions, this cer well written; as to the judgments, the autainly is, where you may represent men of thor in general praises too much, thinking that all ages agitated by all the various passions, all the naine of a great painter is sufficient for a the virtues, and all the vices.

We cannot

work to be exempt from faults. then with reason pardon him for making so J. R. Forster speaks much of this collection in many mean and insignificant faces, when he his “ Travels to the Lower Rhine,” which for had at his command all the various expressions the style may be deemed an excellent work. which characterize the human heart. But in || Many of his judgments are just, ant prove that reproaching him with this fault, we cannot but he unites genius with knowledge; others shew adınire the grandeur of his composition, his fine an amateur prejudiced against the Flemish groupes, his various attitudes, his bold and school, who sometimes only orit.cises to restriking touches, that warmth and beauty of|| main true to his own system. colouring which enchants us in all the works of There has appeared, since 1799, A CalenRubens, particularly if we view them at a certain der of the Lower Rhine, for ihe Ama.eurs of distance; those tints, unequalled in the time he i the Good and Beautiful,” by F. Muhr. It gives painted, insured him a crown of inmortal faine. a description and engravings of the principal paintThis picture, one of the largest of this master, ings of this fine collection. The engravings are by its height, gave the plan for the construction of executed with care, by Hetz; and the descripthe gallery; it is twenty feet long, by fifteen tions, written with discernment, give us a just feet wide. It has been engraved by Cornelius idea of the artist and his performance. Every Vischer.

amateur of painting ought to wish to enrich his The Fall of Sinners to Hell Sketch. It is | library with this work. not easy to divine where the artist comnienced

T. C.



Illustrious Roscius of the State, Written a few months since, and attributed to the

New Breech'd and harness'd for debate,

Thou wonder of the age ! pen of Mr. Cg.

Petty or Berry, actor hight
WHEN by the Almighty's dread command, By Granta sent to stru' thy night,
Elijah, call'd from Israel's land,

On Stephen's bustling stage-
Rcs: in the sacred flame,
His nantle good Elisha caught,

Pitt's chequer'd robe, 'tis thine to wear,

Take of his Manile tou a share And with the prophet's spirit fraught,

'Twill aid thy ways and means, Her second hope became.

And should fat Jack and his cabal In Pirl, our lirael saw combined,

Cry“ Rob us :he Exchequer Hal,The Parrior's heart, the prophet's mind,

"Twill charm away the fiends. Elijali's spirit here; Now, sad reverse, that spirit's refl

Sage Palinurus of the Realm,
No hope, no confidence is left,

By Vincent callid to take the helm,
For no Eli ha's near,

And play his Proxy's part,

Dost moon, or star, or compass know? Grenville! to aid thy Treas'sy's fame,

Cansi hund aloft, or steer below? A portion of his mantle claim,

Hast conn'd the seaman's chart? Piti', generous ardour feel; 'Bove sordit pels resolve to soir,

Now from Pitt's Mantle tear a rag,
Amidst Excl'equer gold, be poor;

Enough to serve thee for a flag,
Thy wealth-a nation's weal.

And hoist it on thy mast;
Fox--if on thee some remnant full,

Bencath the sign's most prosperous star,

Shall future Nelsons rush to war,
The shreils may to thy mind recal
Those hours of force debats,

And rival victories past.
When thy unhallow'd lips of praised

Sidmouth-though low that head is laid, The glorious fabric iraiiors raised

That call'd :hee from thy native shade,
On Bourbon's fallen state,

And gave thee second tirth,
Thy soul let Pitt's eximple fire,

Gave thee the sweets of power and place,

The iufted robe, the gilded mace,
With patriot zeal thy tongue inspire,
Spite of the Gallic leaven;

And rear'd thy tiny worth;
And ieich thee, in thy latest day,

Think how his Mantle wrapp'd thee roundHis form of prayer (if thou canst pray)

Is one of equal value found, “O save my Country, Heaven!"

Amongst thy new compeers ? Windham-ife'er thy sorrows flow

Or can thy cloak of Amiens stuff,
Al private loss or public woe,

Once laugh'd to scorn by blue and buff,
Thy rigid brow unbend ;

Hide thee from Windham's jeers.
Tears over Casar, Brutus shed,

When factions threaten'd Britain's land, His hatred warr'd not with the dead..

Thy new-made friends, a desperate band, And Pitt was once thy friend.

Like Ahab stood reproved; Does envy bid thee not to mourn?

Pitt's powerful tongue their rage could check, Hold then his Mantle up to scorn,

His counsels saved, ‘midst general wreck, His well earn’d fame assail,

The Israel that he loved. Of funeral honors rob his corse,

Yes, honour'd shade, whilst near thy grave, And at his virtues, till thou'rt hoarse,

The letter'd Sage, or Chieftain braye,
Like the Greek C, nic rail.

The votive marble claim;
* The fourth and fifth stanzas of this Ode were, O'er thy cold corse the public tear,
of course, written previous to the death of Mr. Congeald a chrystal shrine shall rear,
Fox, otherwise they would never have found a Unsullied as thy fame.
place here.


Again the month of Love has brought: But man kind Nature gran's to prove Through every month the power of Love;

Hard is his heart that loveth nought.
And I, who once in frolic mood,
With will and witless hardihood,
Julia unknown, would inuck the woe
Which only faithful lovers know.

When first I saw her fice, I thoughi-
“ If auglit on earth so angel bright
“ Can charm the soul to soft delight,

“ Hard is the heart that loveth nought.” Torn from thy circling arms afar, To pine beneath the eastern star, As sad my lingering eyes I turn To see thee my departure mourn

“ Tou dear thy love can ne'er be bought, « Sweet soul-I sigh ; thou ne'er shall rue; “ I deem the heart that loves untrue

“ More hard than his that loveth nough.."

Trou lor'd companion of my lonely hours, When Fortune frown'd and friends were far

away, Oft have I blest thee for thy soothing powers,

And fondly courted thy narcotic sway. Lulls in thine arms I taste a pleasing calm, With eye lids closd, but thoughts that ever

wake. O'er my wrapt senses steals an opiate balm,

And my rack'd head almost forgets to ache. To brighter scenes excursive fancy flies,

The future smiles in gryer garb array’d. Visions of sweet domestic joy arise, As peeps the Parsonage from the sheltering

shade, The laugh, the jest, the fleeting hours beguile, While heavenly Music's softening charins

combine With friends who bring good humour's ready

smile, And hearts which beat in unison with mine. Not with one wish imagination burns,

O'er proud ambition's slippery paths to roam, True as the needle, to one point she turns

The point comprising all I cherish-Home. No drowsy dullness o'er the powers of mind Thy soothing charms, my honour'd chair dif

fuse; Oft in thy bosom, by my fire, reclind,

I weave the verse, and woo the playful muse. Borne on her wing, 'mid fairy climes I go,

Tho'sad around me mourns the wint’ry gale, Crop Fancy's roses 'mid December's snow,

And balıny Spring's ambrosial breeze inhale. If such the calm, when blest with thee, I share

If such the joys thy gentle influence showers Can the proud despoi's tottering throne compare

With thee, companion of my lonely hours? No; o'er his head, tho' Parian columns rise,

And lends the cot its humble roof to me; He, on his throne, 'mid torturing anguish sighs-

I smile serene, and dream of bliss in thee.


To Mrs. W. Boscuwen,

Thou, who if Heav'n, that join'd our hands,
O'er Zembla's snows, or Libya's sands,

Ordain'd me fir to roam,
Would'st still, with faithful love, attend
My fond companion, gentle friend,

And deem my heart thy home!
Though yet, unbroke by care and pain,
My health and active powers remain,

Though youthful bloom be thine; Should age come on with rapid stride, What blest retreat shall we provide ?

Where soothe our life's decline?

Whichwood, in thy romantic shades,
Thy breezy lawns, sequester’ú shades,

My youthful hours were blest!
In thy blest scenes, remote from strife,
From public cares, and busy life,

My peaceful age should rest.
But this our waywari lot denies :
Then let us turn our anxious eyes

(Where late we joyed to rove) Tunbridge, to thy salubrious rill, Thy cavernd rocks, fam'd Ephraim's hill,

And royal Anna's grove. Dear chosen spot; where sheltered vales May guard us from th' inclement gales

When wintry tempests blow, When Zephyr from the distant main Wafts his soft freshness o'er the plain

To cool the suminer's glow.

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There social bliss, when hear's unite,

Should darkness Egyptian, or guorance, sprea! With sweet Retirement's calm delight

Its clouds o'er the mind, or envelope the head, (Rare harmony!) we bl nd

This rod thrice apply'd puts the darkness to And of, enlivening vacant hours,

Aight, Meet in sequestered walks and bowers

Disperses the clouds and restores us to light. Some dear unlook'J-for friend.

Like the l'irga divina, 'twill find out the vein There, when the vital spark decays,

Where lurks the rich metal-the gold of the

brain. On my lov'd Charlotte's form I'll gaze Ev' to my latest breath;

Should Genius a capire by Sloth be confined, And, if beside my couch she stand,

Or the witchcraft of pleasure prevail o'er the Grasp her with trembling failing hand,

And smile, serene in death.

Apply but this magical wand-with a stroke
The spell is dissolv'd, the enchantinent is brcke.
Like Hermes's rod, these few switches inspire

Rhetorical thunder and poetry's fire.

And if Morphcus our temples in Lethe should

steep, Ye Worthies, in trust for the School and the These switches untie all the fetters of sleep. Church,

Here dwelis strong conviction, of logic the glory, Pray hear me descant on the Virtues of Birch.

When 'tis used with precision a posteriori; Though the Oak be the prince and the pride It premotes circulation, and thrills through each of the grove,

vein, An emblem of pow'r, and the favorite of Jove;

The faculties quickens, and purges the brain. Though Phæbus with Laurel his temples have

Whatever disorders prevail in the blood, bound,

The Birch can correct them like guiacum wood. And wi'h chaplets of Poplar Alcides be crown'u ; || So luscious its juice is, so sweet are its ewigs, Though Pallas the Olive has graced with her

That at Le'ster we call them the Free-Schoolchoice,

bank sigs. And mother Cybele in Pines may rejoice; As the famed rod of Circe to brutes could change Though Bacchus deligh:s in the Ivy and Vine,

men, And Venus her garlands with Myrtle entwine;

So the twigs of the Birch can unbrute them Yet the Muses declare, after diligent search,

again. No tree can be found to compare with the Birch,

Like the rod of the Sybil, that branch of pure, The Birch they aver, is the true tree of know

gold, ledge,

These twigs can the gates of Elysium unfold, Revered by each School, and remembered at

That Elysium of learning where pleasures College.

abound, Though Virgil's fam'd iree may produce, as its

Those fruits chat still Nourish in classical ground. fruit,

Then if such be its rinues, we'll bow to the A crop of rain dreams, and strange whims from

tree, each shoot;

And Birch, like the Muses, im inortal shall be. Yet the Birch on each bough, on the top of each

switch, Bears the essence of Grammar, the eight parts of

speech. 'Mongst the leaves is conceal'd more than mc

CANZONET. mory can mention.

The sailor o'er the ocean borne,
All cases, all genders, all forms of declension.

His reck’ning lost, bis canvas torni,
Nine branches when crop by the hands of the

While midnight shades involve the sky,
Each duly arranged in a parallel line,

Awaits the morn with anxious eye; Tied up in nine folds of a mystical string,

Yet, should the well-known polar lighi, And soak'd for nine hours in cold Helicon's

Thro' breaking clouds, burst forth to sight,

His fears dispell’d, the joyful Tar

Transported, hails his guiding star.
Is a sceptre composed for a Pedagogue's hand,
Like the Fasces of Rome, a true badge of com-

Thus, tost on love's tempestuonis sea,

The darken’d prospect frowns on me; The sceptre thus finished, like Moses's rod, Within my bosom, dubious care, Froin flints can draw tears, and give life to a clod. And woe-fraught comfortless despair,

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