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(May, and G. Poussin, Maes, Holbein, Domeni. ward, to prevent that current from having chino, Parmigiano, Salvator Rosa, Teniers, any disagreeable effect upon the head of the Matsys, Carlo Dolce, Tintoretto, Rem- person sitting under the window, and the brandt, Vandyke, Vandevelde, Cuyp, Mu- like form adopted will improve that with an rillo, and other masters of the art, to whose outside projection fixed at the bottom. laurels time has only added new vigour and Where the room is only lighted on one freshness. Such a display as this will do side, we recommend C to be used below, and more towards promoting true taste than ten C inverted with the selvage of the glass also, thousand lectures or essays.

and the projection outward, fixed above, ca VENTILATION.

the top of the window.

DESCRIPTION OF A SIMPLE BAROMETER. The following method of Ventilation has been lately introduced at the Infirmary,

Take a common phial bottle, and cut off Girls' and Boys' Blue Schools, and House the rim and part of the neck. This may be of Industry at Liverpool, in the latter of done by a piece of string, or rather whipwhich there are 170% of these Ventilators. cord, twisted round it, and pulled strongly It will, of course, equally apply to factories, in a sawing position by two persons; one of schools, court-rooms, 'chambers, stables, whom holds the bottle firmly in his left and especially to all apartments which, from hand. Heated in a few minutes by the impure effluvia, or numerous assemblages, friction of the string, and then dipped sudare impregnated with foul air. The expense denly into cold water, the bottle will be deis a mere trifle.

capitated more easily than by any other It may be made as follows:--In a sash, means, even than by a guillotine. Let the say of twelve inches long, let six inches of phial be now nearly filled with common glass be fixed in the lower part ; from the pump-water, and, applying the finger to its upper part of it, insert a piece of glass mouth, turn it quickly upside-down: cn of about eight inches long, the bottom pro- removing the finger it will be found that jecting outward, so as to overhang the top only a few drops will escape. Without cork part of the former, and leaving a free escape

or stopper of any kind, the water will be refor noxious air between each, of from two

tained within the bottle by the pressure of to three inches, each side of the projection the external air: the weight of air without to be closed with a piece of tin or glass.

the phial being so much greater than that of the small quantity within it. Now let a bit of tape be tied round the middle of the bottle, to which the two ends of a string may be attached, so as to form a loop to hang on a nail : let it be thus suspended, in & perpendicular manner, with the mouth

downwards; and this is the barometer. B Al

When the weather is fair, and inclined to be so, the water will be level with the section

of the neck, or rather elevated above it, and 1

i forming a concave surface. When disposed

to be wet, a drop will appear at the mouth,
which will enlarge till it falls, and then ano-
ther drop, wbile the humidity of the atmo
sphere continues.

PURIFYING OIL.
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A discovery has recently been made in Denmark for purifying common fish oil, and rendering it equal to the best sperma,

by means of animal charcoal, which is made C is a plau for the introduction of cold, in a peculiar manner from beef bones which fresh, pure air, intended to be fixed at the have been boiled. The charcoal is mixed lowest convenient pane of the window : if with the oil, and repeatedly agitated for two two aspects, choose the North to fall in- months, after which it is filtered with twelve wards, attached to the squares of the sash strata of similar charcoal, used as soon as or lead weights, marked 1111l.

made. The quantity of gas evolved by the The same model turned upside down, with bones in the operation is considerable, and a selvage of glass at the bottom, will ad- is used for lighting the manufactory and admit pure fresh air, as the wind may be on jacent buildings. The residuum is mixed one side, and disperse on the opposite side with clay for fuel; the loss in the process the foul and impure air.

by the residuum is estimated at 15 per cent. A selvage of glass, three inches broad, and the gain is equal to 40 per cent leaving fixed at the top of the square of C by putty balance in favour of the discovery of 25 into the rabbet, will carry the current up- per cent.

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A Poetical Address for the Anniversary of Bids pining Talents hope for better days,

the Literary Fund, May 21, 1822. Writ- Cheer'd by your Bounty, foster'd by your len and recited ly William THOMAS Fitz

Praise : GERALD, Esq.

As smouldering ashes dull the brightest fira, RANK, Worth, and Talent, all assembled

So cold Neglect leaves Genins to expirehere,

But let the breath of Praise begin to blow, To aid, of human wants, the most severe,

The sparks rekindle, and the embers glow; Must warm with hope that helpless race of The renovated flame attracts the sight,

And all is Splendour which before was men, The silent, suffering Helots of the Pen!

Night! While pensive Memory dwells with many a

Let not the sons of Vanity and Pride sigh

[die;

The starving Author's poverty deride ; On Learning's votaries doom'd in want to

In Life, perhaps, neglected he may roam, To trace the mournful Catalogue would shew

Without a friend, a comfort, or a hoine ! The Sons of Genius are the Heirs of Woe!

Tho' dull Obscurity his days o'ercast, And that superior Talents often doom Fame may do justice to his worth at last; Their proud possessor to an early tomb;

And many a Bard, a Moralist, a Sage, Or else condemn their victim to sustain

Survive the memory of a thankless age; A youth of envy, and an age of pain :

For when corroding Time in dust shall mould Uuhappy CHATTERTON !-ordain'd to feel The Muse's votary, and the slave of Gold,

The wretched Miser to the Grave descends, Neglect more racking than the torturing wheel!

And, with his wealth, his worthless story For him the stream of Patronage is dry

ends : The tear of Anguish dims the Poet's eye ;

Not so the man, who rich alone in Mind, Despair and Penury his steps attend,

Bequeaths his All--his Talents to Mankind! And the wide World affords him not a friend!

When Genius dies, Oblivion does not tread, Grief in his heart-Distraction in his brain- With heavy footsteps, on the Poet's head; He drinks Oblivion to the sense of Pain,

Some Spark will rise immortal from his Um And madly ventures o'er that fatal bourn To light the Lamp that shall for ever burn! From whence to cheerful Day there's no re

Some portion of the pure ethereal fame, turn!

Aspiring mounts to Heaven! from whence Had ENGLAND no Mecænas who would save it came, So bright a Gesius from a timeles's Grave? While grosser matter seeks its native earth, Snatch from his hand the CHALICE OF Dk. Alike unnotic'd in its death and birth. SPAIR,

(there! What made COLUMBUS untried Seas erAnd place the Cup of Peace and Comfort

plore,

(fore? IIl-fated Youth!-at Mercy's THRONE SUB- Where never venturous Man had dar'd beLIME

Where Death appear’d in every form most Thy life of sufferings may atone thy crime!

dire, To seek the Scholar in Misfortune's shade, In Famine, Whirlwind, clemental fire ! And spare his feelings while you bring him "Twas Fame!--that Star by which all Heaid,

stood,

roes steer, Must make your plan, the more it's under- Embodied hope, and banish'd every foar ! Attract the Wealthy, and delight the Good: "Twas LOVE OF FAME! -to vulgar minds unTho' small at first your means to yield re- known, lief,

The Master Passion of THE GREAT, alone! And check the progress of the Muse's grief, And where's the cold Philosopher would try Those means each year increas'd success at• To chase the splendid Vision from the eye ? tends,

To sink in apathy the ardent mind And Science triumphs to behold ber Friends! And banish patriot feelings from mankind ? Thus, the small Acors, from a tender root, When Love of COUNTRY ceases to inspire, Puts forth a weak and unregarded shoot; And unregarded burns the hallow'd fire, But, Nature's faithful process once begunt, That Nation soon will hasten to decay, It gains new strength with each revolving The Traitor's plunder, or the Invader's prey! Sun,

When selfish principles its place supply, Till its firm Stem the raging Storm defies, Nipp'd in the bud the gen'rous virtues die. And its bold Branebes wave amid the Skies! No Glory lures the Hero to the wave, 'Tis yours that soothing Comfort to im- No Laurel springs upon the Soldier's grave! part,

[heart, And the firm Champion of the Public Cause, That windows Sorrow from the bursting Neglected lives and dies without applausa! GENT. Mag. May, 13??.

Then

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(Mas, Then let The Pen enforce this sacred Truth, With whom thy lot in life is cast? And write it early on the Heart of Youth; Does divine instruction grace A theme all other lessons far above, The words thy hand's employ'd to trace, That their first duty is their Country's love! And mark thy lines from first to last ? Teach them that freeborn Empires sink or Dost thou give to God the praise rise

For each mercy he displays ?
As men this duty honour, or despise : Or is the vain applause of men,
Let them revere the Real Patriot's fame,

The idle pageant of an hour, But shun the wretch who counterfeits that The dream of pleasure, wealth, or pow'r, name,

The subject that employs thy pen ? And under cover of the fair disguise, Betrays the Honest, and misleads the Wise; When, like a night-watch, will have past

Know the time approaches fast,
Who risking all that Britons hold most dear,
The birthright of the Peasant, and the Peer, And manhood's more advancing stage :

The fleeting season of thy youth,
To gain some paltry object of his own,
Would shake the Pillars which support THE

Then the graver date of age
THRONE,

Shall reveal the weighty truth.
And braving Law, and Heaven's avenging Conscience shall sincerely tell,
Rod,

[GoD!

Whether thou hast chosen well; Insult his Monarch, and blaspheme his

Whether thou hast still maintain'd, Be such detested, and expos’d to Shame

In thy search for mental food, But never honour'd with the Patriot's Deem'd by thee life's chiefest good, name!

The character by Heaven ordain'd. Parties, by turns, may triumph, or may fall,

Blandford, May 6. MASON CHAMBERLIX.
But ENGLAND's welfare is above thern all !
Loyal as free, no change the Patriot knows,

TO GENIUS.
He loves his Country, and abhors her foes.
The ILLUSTRIOUS

Prince, who this Day O BORN of Heav'n! the child of magic fills the Chair,

song! Humanely makes all Charities his care;

What ills—what cutting hardships wait And, with our Monarch, wishes to impart,

on thee,

(verty!

When thou art doom'd to cramping poHope's healing comfort to the wounded heart;

The pois'nous shafts from Defamation's For Hope will enter when the Royal breast

tongue,-

[thrung, For Genius feels, neglected and distressid

The jeers and tauntings of the blockhead Pleas'd with the sight, each candid Mind

Who joy to see thy bold exertions fail;

While hunger, pinching as December's That Pity beams like Sunshine from THE

gale, THRONE.

Brings moody dark Despondency along. A grateful homage ev'ry Bard would pay

And, should'st thou strive Fame's lofty The PRINCELY CHAIRMAN of this honour'd

mount to scale, Day;

The steps of its ascent are cut in şand; But praise is needless-- where all hearts And halfway up,--a snake-scourge in her hand, commend

Lurks pallid Envy, ready to assail : The People's FAVOURITE, and the Sol

And last, if thou the top, expiring gain, DIER's FRIEND!

When Fame applauds, thou hearest not the strain.

R. MILLHOUSE * Mr. Fitz-Gerald having written Five and TwentyPoetical Addresses for the Literary Fund, on as many Anniversaries, avails him

LINES self of part of his Poems for 1798, and 1807, To a Lady, in Reply to the Question, What in the present Address; but with so many

is an old Bachelor like." alterations and additions, as to make it almost new ; and the lapse of four and twenty HE'S like

a thorn on lonely heath

Proud scorning Nature's balmly aid; years must render it completely so to most

Nor screens from Winter's icy breath, of his hearers.

Nor yields to Summer kindred shade.

Still mocks the soft and genial skies,
ON LITERARY ATTAINMENTS. The Eastern beam, the silent dew;
AUTHOR! say, is learned leisure Nor scion bursts at morning rise,
A misfortune or a treasure ?

Nor chalic'd eve its leaves renew.
On thy choice how much depends ! The beacon finger'd out by Scom,
Wisely are thy themes selected?

For village inaid will, guiding, say, Is thy deep research directed

Turu from lone road 'fore yonder thom, To important moral ends ?

The church-path is the better way. Are the talents Heaven bestows,

* See Dr. Booker's interesting statement Instruments of good to those

of Mr. Millhouse's case, in our last, p.310.

will own

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451 And when its wasting sap is done,

SONNET Swept by the blast in vagrant state, To the Memory of Sir Henry Englefield, bart. Time still repeats the spot to shun, Few ask and none lament its fate. ON thee the tomb has clos*a—'twas mine

to hear So he who thro' youth's gaudy noon,

The dull dead sound, as o'er thy grave I Frolic and wild from flow'r to flow'r,

hung,

[Aung: More wayward than the changeful Moon,

When dust to dust was on thy relicks Bends Beauty's vassal scarce an hour.

And my heart answer'd with a farewell tear. Some passing adoration paid,

Now dim thine eye, where Fancy's brightest With incense sighs and vows to move ; And bids the Muse with artful aid,

Beam'd forth-now mute thy lip, whence Recoin the similies of love.

Science flow'd :

[glow'd, While roseate bloom, the eyes like stars, Cold, cold thy bosom that with kindness

The dimpl’d smile, and mien divine, Whose sunshine was the summer of my day. Seem like an holy Anchorite's pray’rs, Friend of my youth-my age-we ne'er To drop a bead with ev'ry line.

again Proud idling step and restless mind,

Shall meet on earth; yet, tho' awhile we The varied scenes of folly roam ;

part, —

[heart : Nor hope pourtrays, nor bliss would find, Blest spirit ! breathe thy peace within my

The banquet of one heart at home. So sooth the grief that prompts this votive How drawls the long and weary day,

strain ! The stupor bowl to wane the night;

“We ne'er shall look upon his like again!" If Time reviews the trackless way,

WM. SOTHEBY What gem bestuds Life's idle flight? The gay, the giddy riot run,

LINES TO ROBERT BLOOMFIELD, To age what voice can seem to please ;

On reading his May Day with the Muses." The stranger interest buys, would shun The cold damp brow of fell Disease.

I LOVE thy tales, of rural vales,

Such honest joys diffusing ; No hand to weed Earth's hallow'd spot,

Each happy scene does intervene,
Nor shield from low uncandid fame :

With pleasure most amusing!
Last of his race perhaps his lot-
He sinks with unprotected name. J.H.

'Tis thine to draw, what May Day saw,

In fond poetic measure;
TO THE CUCKOO.

The purling rill, the distant hill,

And Halcyon days of pleasure ! YOU noisy rogue, you're come again

To haunt the woody brake and plain, I pastimes see, once known to me, And rudely rob the feather'd train

And all my haunts discover ;

Of promis'd joys! Thy rural lyre past scenes inspire, You put their little hearts in fear,

That are long gone and over! They tremble when you do appear,

O still may you the theme pursue, And you insult the married ear!?

Nor leave the lyre neglected;

Abusive noise! From Fancy's bow's still cull the flow'r, O pray why should you e'er expect

Scholastic bards neglected! Another will your young protect,

Thy lays self-taught, with sweetness fraught, Which you so cruel do neglect, :

In May Day dress appearing,
Quite unconcern'd! To village blades, and cottage maids,
You frolic thro' the Summer day,

Will ever prove endearing!
No bird more wanton--none more gay,

May 1.

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Meditated in the Cloisters of Christ's The cuckoo is directed hither by that

Hospital. constitution of the air which causes the fig. HAIL to the Cloister's awful pleasing tree to put forth its fruits.

shade,

[laid + The note is so uniform, that the name Where Mercy's sons, illustrious band, are in all languages seems to have been derived In trembling hope, yet destin'd to assume from it, and in all countries it is used in the Celestial honours in a world to come. same reproachful sense.

For them, nor skittish Fancy weaves the lay, Buffon enumerates twenty sorts of nests Nor fairy forms attend their mould'ring clay; at least, in which they have deposited their Deep-seated in the Orphan's heart, their namo eggs; but, according to Dr. Jenner's ob

Goodness embalms, and consecrates to Fame. servation, they show a greater partiality to The youthful train who press upon the stones the hedge-sparrow.

Where lie their honour'd Benefactors' bones, $ lo migrating, the major part of the cuckoos are supposed to go into Africa.

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(Mas A chasten'd solemn ecstacy impart

Child of the Muse! how sweet the theme Pure Nature's emanation, void of art,

That speaks of Light and Life restor’d! The noblest trophy is the Orphan's breast ; As, touch'a by Morning's gentle beam, The proudest panegyric, woe repress'd. Its grateful notes the Statue pour'd. When matchless love, whose ever-watchful So, warm'd by Pity's ray, divine,

The early strain of praise is thine, Ordrin'd the Orphan substitute and heir,

The mother who, in Grief's excess, Shall, at the resurrection of the just,

Shrunk from her Child's imploring eye, Re-animate with life the scatter'd dust, May they, resuscitated, straight descry

Like Hagar in the Wilderness

“Let me not see the sufferer die !"Bethesda, blest with num'rous progeny ; And with the Founder, thro' redeeming The spring whence her

relief has, flow'd.

To her the angel Pity, shew'd love, Be hence translated to the joys above ! Friends of Distress! be your best fame Farewell the Cloister's awful pleasing sbade, The homage of the Hearts ye raise ! Where Mercy's sons in trembling hope are May distant climes still bless your name ! laid !

W. H. N. And foreign tongues still speak your

praise !

Wide as the world your scene! and free SONNET ON SUNRISE. As Heav'n's own gifts your charity!

J. S. By Percy Yorke, jun. (From "Three. Nights in Perthshire," reviewed in p. 438.)

SONNET. 'TIS dawn,--the birth of Day!—far i? the By JOHN ABRAHAM HERAUD,, Author of West

[Night The Legend of St. Loy," and other Hesper, now pale, seeks shelter with the

Poems, to the memory of his youngest From Morn's approach, that o'er yon

Moun

brother HENRY MERZEAU BIRD HERAUD*. tain's crest

[light Peers faintly yet !—but see!--the food of I ENVY thee! thou mightst on earth have

shone, O'ertops the summit-its hoar sides are

But now to be a light in heaven hast gone! drest

Well-done! thou hast achieved, a perfect In purple beauty, and the breath of Morn

birth,

(wop
Is dallying with the heath-bells' dewy sweets, Whose first new feeling hath more wisdom
And now it leaves them laden with perfume; Than grey experience had, when left with
And o'er me comes like memories, long worn
In the Soul's deep recesses !—There's not

(meets
Clay-worn and prison-bound-Oh, Earth!

Earth! Earth!
For all this rapture in my

breast!--Now The Lake's clear bosom with the orient ray,

Thou 'ast nought so pure as toucheth and And curls in gladness!—0'er its surface play (Alas! my brother was a fated one!)

not sear'th The new-born Sunbeams—bright-bright. The electric chord within the chosen brighter, and 'tis Day?

breast! +" What music canst thou hope, then, from

the crash Stanzas for the Anniversary of the Literary Wherewith disdain oft strikes the tenderest Fund Society, May 21, 1822.

String of the exquisite spirit, which heav'n's flash

(thou Lo!

by the stream of Babylon
The captive Israel weeps her fate
“ But touches to fine issues?" Wond'rest

. Far from her home her glory gone,

Its echo should be harsh and wrathful as Her habitation desolate,

thy blow?
No more her wonted strains are sung,
Her harp is on the willows hung.
Child of the Muse! thou too has wept

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Thy woes in solitary pray'r ;

To him to whom it is addressed, who promised. Thy lyre in long neglect has slept

the author a Fane, but never sent it. O'er the dark waters of Despair. And thou hast known the chains that bind.

YOUR word I thought firm as a rock,

But now, alas! 1. find In bitter thrall the captive mind,

Your promise is— the weather-cock! On thee the smile of Bounty fell,

And all my hopesthe wind!!, T.N. On thee descended Mercy's dew, And broken was the with'ring spell

* See the Obituary for this month. That Penury o'er Genius threw.

+ Akenside. In the pure air that Freedom gives,

.“ Fine spirits are not touched Thy Harp awakes--thy Spirit lives! But to fine issues." Shakspeare.

none,

room

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