have honoured it; as well as a picture, such I have been able to conjecture, on the subject of its glorious destiny.

"The ministry of our king, a few days ago, actuated by the enlightened zeal of our minister plenipotentiary in the United States, asked of the Academy of Sciences, a body of instructions relative to travels through the different countries of North America, for the express purpose of promoting the Natural Sciences. On this occasion I observed to the Academy, that nothing better could be done on that subject, than to have recourse to the information and complaisance of yourself, and the other distinguished scavans of the United States."

The St. Stephens paper of Oct. 10 contains the following interesting article. "The woods between this place and Chickasawks are filled with yellow butterflies, migrating at the rate of 4 or 5 miles an hour, when on the wing, and all marching in an eastern direction. The species appears to have been unobserved before. From tip to tip of its wings, it is from 2 to 2 1-2 inches. The body,. when divested of its down, is black. The wings are decked with spots of orange or brown. It has the general appearance of feebleness; and has, probably, lately emerged from the caterpillar state.

"The first notice taken of these butterflies was about three weeks ago. They frequently loiter in groupes about mud holes, or stop to regale themselves on the flowers with which the woods still abound.

The opposite direction of the wind has no influence on their course.

"This phenomenon not only excites the attention of the planter, as having a possible and not improbable connexion with his interest; but it affords ground for a curious speculation on the nature of that impulse, to which it is owing that these insects persist in migrating in a course, which will afford them no additional protection against approaching cold weather, nor seems to be favourable, in any one particular, to their existence."

The Medical College in Transylvania University, Kentucky, is completely organized and in operation. The courses of lectures were commenced in November. The faculty consists of James Overton, M. D. Professor of the Institutes and Practice of Medicine; B. W. Dudley, M. D. Professor of Anatomy and Surgery; Daniel Drake, M. D. Professor of Materia Medica and Botany; W. H. Richardson, Professor of Obstetrics, and the Diseases of Women and Children; James Blythe, D. D. Professor of Chemistry.

The Rev. Horace Holley, of Boston, has been chosen President of Transylva nia University.

The Hon. S. L. Mitchill, of New-York, has been elected a Fellow of the Royal Medical Society of Copenhagen.

We understand that the complete edition of Franklin's works, which William Duane, Esq. of Philadelphia, has been several years in preparing, will soon be published in five volumes octavo.

GREAT BRITAIN.

The Ninth Report of the Committee of the London Society for promoting Christianity among the Jews, states that great progress has been made towards completing a Hebrew translation of the New Testament. The gospels of St. Luke and St. John, the Acts of the Apostles, and the Epistles to the Romans, Corinthians, Galatians, Ephesians, PhilHippians, Colossians, Thessalonians, to Timothy, Titus, and Philemon, have already been published. The prospects of the Society are represented as flattering. The success in circulating the Testament has been greater among the Jews on the Continent than in England. It is estimated that the number of Jews in the Russian Empire is 2,000,000; of which 400,000 are in Poland.

RUSSIA.

Missionaries have been sent out to convert the Mongul Tartars.

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

The following Societies have become Auxiliaries to the American Bible Society.

The Female B. S. of Harpersfield, N. Y. formed in October, 1817; Mrs. Catharine M'Intyre, Secretary. The Auxiliary B. S. of the towns of Preble and Tully, N. Y.-The Aux. B. S. of William and Mary, and St. Andrew, parishes, Md. instituted in November last; Rev. John Brady, President; M. C. Jones, Secretary; Robert Hammet, Treasurer.— The B. S. of the young men of Pittsburgh, Pa. recently formed.--These make the number of Auxiliaries known,

122.

The Rev. Cheeven Felch, Chaplain in the U. S. Navy, was admitted to the holy order of Priest, by the Right Rev. Bishop Griswold, at St. Paul's Church, Dedham, on the 25th of November. At the same time, Mr. James B. Howe, of Boston, was admitted to the holy order of Deacon.

The Rev. John Smith was installed as Pastor of the Church and Society in Wenham, Mass. on the 26th of November.

The Rev. Heman Humphrey was in stalled Pastor of the Church and Society in Pittsfield, Mass. on the 26th of November.

The following portion of the first book of Lucan's Pharsalia, being a specimen of a translation of the whole of that poem, now preparing for the press, in England, by Doctor Busby, the well-known translator of Lucretius, has been obligingly furnished us by a friend.

THE

HE war that drenched with blood the Emathian plain,

When Civil-Discord held her wildest reign;
When bold Ambition, confident of might,
Grasped her fell sword, and burst the bonds of
right-

A race that, in a mad, contentious, hour,
On its own vitals turned its conquering power;
Romans 'gainst Romans marshalled-These the
Muse,

Borne on her wing of flame, with rage pursues : Sings of the State, whose laws relaxed, dissolved,

In her own doom the shaken world involved;
When eagles eagles, javelins javelins, dared,
And 'gainst their kindred legions, legions
warred;

Devouring fury spread to every clime,
And plunged the world in undistinguished crime.
O chiefs! O citizens! what frenzy hurled
To ills like these the Sovereigns of the world?
What Demon prompted when your blood ye
poured

To vanquished nations, and the vassal sword? Where, when proud Babylon your glorious toils

Might grace with trophies of Ausonian spoils, When Crassus' wandering shade for vengeance cried

Where was your virtue? where the Roman pride?

O, lost to shame, to sense! to squander life,
And barter honour for inglorious strife!
Gods! what new realms by land, by sea, the

arms

That drank your gore, and worked your direst harms,

For Rome had won! realms from which Titan flings

His earliest rays, and morning's beauty brings;
Or where Night's sullen shade the stars conceals,
Or raging Noontide rolls on burning wheels;
Where keenest winter binds the Scythian stream,
And Nature knows not Spring's relaxing beam;
Realms where, in mountain caverns, pendent
woods,

Dwell the wild Seres and their sylvan gods;
Or where Araxes' billows roaring flow,
Or people (if such people Afric know)
Far south of Rome, beneath the Tropies toil,
And tracts inhabit at the Source of Nile.

Burn your fierce hearts with love of martial deed?

Fly to your foes--for Rome let Romans bleed;

Foes hath your country known in every age,
And still finds enemies to glut your rage;
New sceptres, new dominions, when ye've won,
When all ye've conquered, and the world's your

own,

Then, foes to nature, bring the battle home,
And quench your fury in the blood of Rome.

Lo, the grand bulwarks recent labour raised, That Genius modelled, and that judgment prais'd;

No more their towers the pompous head erect,
The tottering turrets chide your base neglect
Stone after stone the mouldering rampart falls,
Half-ruined stand the gaping, nodding, walls,
In towns and cities friends no longer meet;
All blank desertion in the silent street!
Rude thorns and brambles choke Hesperia's
plains,

Nor bounteous harvests spring from golden grains;

All waste and fallow lies her seedless soil,

And hungry deserts crave the ploughman's toil: No foes like ye the reeking state have gored, Nor Hannibal's nor Pyrrhus' ruthless sword; Shallow the wounds they gave, scarce known to fame,

Only yourselves can sink the Roman name.

But since so rare celestial glory's given, And so immense a price must purchase Heaven; Nor Jove his own immortal reign enjoy'd, 'Till the red bolt his giant foes destroy'd, No plaint our tongues, no sigh our bosoms, yield, But present joy shall Rome's misfortunes gild. All hell may echo with our civil woes, And soothe the manes of our punic foes; Munda behold Contention's rage renewed, And new Pharsalias float with Roman blood: Perusia squalid Famine may consume, And Mutina from war receive her doom; The stormy surges that round Leuca roar, May dash the Latian fleet upon her shoreYet if the fates these dread events ordain, This gory path to Nero's golden reign; Such ils, exulting, Romans will survey, Ills well endured for Cæsar's glorious sway. O, Cæsar! when thou hast run thy bright

eye,

The world's great scales, by thee suspended high,

And with thy equal influence poise the sky.
Around thee there serenest airs shall shine,
Nor clouds obscure our Cæsar's form divine.
Then fatal Enmity shall far be hurled,
Pale Want retire, and Plenty bless the world:
Peace shall the gates of angry Janus close,
War quit the earth, and all mankind repose.
But now, Great Cæsar! noblest thoughts in
spire,

Fill, fill me with thy own imperial fire!
Thou, Cæsar! Thou my Patron God!
Power,

the

That rules o'er sacred Cyrrha's mystic hour,
No longer I invoke-nor Bacchus call
From Indian Nysa's plain-Thou, thou art all
My soul's desire-to Thee the powers belong
To raise the Muse, instruct her tuneful tongue,
And warm and energize the Roman Song.

At these tremendous things my spirit fires,
O, lend the force my mighty theme requires!
Broached the great work-now bid my strains
declare

What cause impelled impetuous Rome to war;
Drove from the world with aggravating might,
Indulgent peace and every calm delight:
Tell the dire evils of malignant fate,
Foe to the lengthened glories of our state,
Aud prone to crush her with destruction's weight. S

Ills more disastrous than the final hour,
When earth, deserted by cohesion's power,
Long ages past, a crumbling wreck shall fall,
And night and ancient Chaos conquer all;
The fiery planets from their orbits leap,
Stars clash with stars, and plunge into the deep:
When his broad tides no more old Ocean pours,
Nor earth extends her circumscribing shores;
When Cynthia, as disdainful of the sun,
Shall bid her silver-pinioned coursers run
Full on his blazing orb-or wandering fly
Self-urged, self-kindled, through the sloping
sky;

While Nature, agonized through all her frame,
Bursts her vast limits, and expires in flame!

On mighty things this law the gods imposeFrom mighty things their own destruction flows. No barbarous power, by Fortune's wild decree, Could subjugate the Lords of earth and sea: Thou, Rome! who ne'er had owned a tyrant's sway,

Of Three, at length, became the struggling

prey.

O, maddened people! thus your doom to court!
The fools of frenzy, and perdition's sport!
To civil warfare blindly were ye hurled,
Holding in dread suspense the trembling world.
While earth the ocean, aether earth contains,
While Father Titan scours the aethereal plains.
While starry Night succeeds the radiant Day,
And leads through lustrous Signs her silent way,
No friendly bonds shall either rival own-
His lust the sole dominion, and a Throne.
Fear not that foreign thunders burst your gates,
Nor look remotely to the envious Fates:

When first your city was with discord rent,
Did not fraternal blood your walls cement
Yet then the prize of power could less excite,
Than now, the outrage of Ambitious Might;
Simple, uncostly, rose the regal dome,
Less tempted Romans to be foes of Rome.

Crassus awhile the jarring chiefs restrained,
Crassus awhile reluctant peace maintained;
A timely barrier stood-a transient stay—
Between Ambition and her gory sway.

A narrow Isthmus thus the sea divides,
And at due distance keeps the neighbouring tides;
When ocean chases the receding shore,
The Ionian billows in the gaen pour.
So when the Parthian scythe, or flying spear,
Arrested Crassus in his rash career,

On Carrhae's plain his life, his glories, close,
And Rome in sanguinary discord rose.
Ye, fell Arsacidae! a deadlier blow
Dealt than yourselves designed, and wrought a
mightier woe!

Intestine war upon the vanquished poured,
And Latium bled beneath the Latian sword.
Split is the raging empire-rent in twain-
The fortunes of the globe-her lands-her main-
Could not for two insatiate souls suffice-
Each Rival for the sole dominion tries-
One universal Lord must grasp the boundless
prize.

Thou, Julia! ravished from the cheerful light, Snatched by relentless Fate to endless night, With thee dissolved the bond of kindred blood, And Hymen's torch expired, the pledge of public good.

But longer had'st thou felt the flame of life,
A father's and a husband's fatal strife,
Thy love had stilled-Fury her sword had

sheathed

Ambition slept-in peace thy country breathed-
So once of old the Sabine Matrons soothed
Two nations' wrath, and war's grim visage
smoothed.

The deathful power that wrought thy early doom,
Brought woe and violated faith to Rome;
An equal then each towering hero spurned,
Fierce and more fierce each Rivals' courage
burned.

Thou, Pompey! dread'st lest Cæsar's future

fame

Should rise superior and obscure thy name;
New Gallic victories bid thy glory bow;
And blast the pirate laurels on thy brow:
While thy proud foe, in toils and triumphs
nursed,

As first in arms, in empire will be first:
Nor thou will deign divided sway to share,
Nor haughty Cæsar a superior bear.
Who with the greater justice waged the war,
What bold, what rash, presumption shall de
clare?

Each for his cause exalted sanction claims,
And Jove and Cato fan Bellona's flames;
To Cæsar that his conquering aid extends,
And this to Pompey clings, and Freedom's van.
quished friends.

Unequal power the Rival Chiefs display,
One bends to stealing Age and slow decay;
Beneath the toga courts his fame's increase-
Lost is the soldier in the calms of peace.
His lavish gifts the giddy mob endear→
They feed and flatter his insatiate ear:
He joys to hear the crowd his glory raise,
His own proud theatre resound his praise;
On Fortune's favours founds a sovereign's claim,
Great in the shadow of a mighty name.

So a huge oak that rears his leafless head, While wide around his barren honours spread,

Thick-hung with trophies of successful fight,
The sacred offerings of triumphant might;
Lifts proudly to the skies his branchy state,
Weak at the root, sustained but by his weight;
O'er the rich soil his trunk's broad shadow throws,
And nods and trembles to each wind that blows;
Though lofty groves in grandeur round him rise,
And bear their verdant beauties to the skies,
He claims alone the popular applause,
He all the pious veneration draws.

But Cæsar, while he boasts a soldier's fame,
Feeds in his heart Mars' ever-restless flame;
One only shame his fiery soul could know-
To yield the battle's glory to the foe.
While hope or anger his ambition raised,
Untameably his martial spirit blazed

To fresh success with sanguine sword he moved,
And all the bounty of the Gods improved:
Crushing whate'er his projects dare oppose,
And smiling o'er the havock of his foes.
In tempests thus the glaring lightning flies,
And opens all the terrors of the skies;
Pierces the clouds, while raging aether roars,
And the crashed universe its thunder pours;
Blasts the fair day, shoots thick its lurid light,
The astonished nations petrifies with fright,
With flash oblique the airy region scours,
Shatters the temples of the Immortal Powers,
Of mightiest Jove himself, the Lightning's
Lord!

Nor fanes nor battlements defence afford.
First downward darts its ire, then upward
springs,

Shakes ruin from its coruscating wings,
Collects its scattered

bounds

force--descends--re

Seas boil--earth trembles-and the sky resounds! Hence either Leader's proud pretensions flow,

While public vice invites the public woe.
Fortune the seeds of Luxury had sown,
Seeds whence the ills of mightiest realms have
grown;

Wealth of the vanquished world, too long enjoyed,

The virtuous love of liberty destroyed;
All of loose waste and dissipation share,
The fruits of rapine, and the spoils of war:
Gold rears the palace for its gorgeous lord,
Gold with the costly banquet loads the board;
Robes that e'en bridal beauty would disdain,
Voluptuous men assume-no more remain
War's hardy race-rude Poverty was scorned,
Mother of worth that ancient Rome adorned.
Pernicious pleasures through the world were
sought,

Whate'er a nation ruins, dearly bought:
With simple manners, patriot zeal retired,
And all the nobler energies expired.

Then were far-distant fields in one combined— Lands where a Consul's ploughshare once had shined,

Now lordly aliens hold-Slaves till the soil
Where once patrician Curius deigned to toil!

Then Peace and Freedom fled the factious state,

And Passion ruled the popular debate.
To rise, by force, thy country's tyrant lord, 1
Was deemed a glorious effort of the sword,
And want-engendered Crime stalked fearlessly
abroad.

Justice no more her balance equal saw,

And power became the measure of the law. Hence new decrees the harassed people frame; Consuls and Tribunes mutual strife inflame. Both for the prize of power exert their might, And both contend against the people's right.

And now the purchased mob their favours sold,
And e'en the Fasces find their price in gold:
The annual votes are bought with annual
bribes,

And base corruption rules the venal tribes.
Hence Prodigality's unbounded sway,
Hard Usury that waits his timely prey:
And Treachery, and Discord's maddening
reign-

The States' destruction, and the Rabble's gain

Now the high Alps swift Cæsar left behind-
On future war revolved his towering mind,
And proud dominion-when before his bands,
As near the narrow Rubicon he stands,
Enveloped in the darkness of the night,
His country s Image burst upon his sight!
A wild, stupendous, agitated form,
Labouring with anguish and intestine storm:
Down from her awful head with turrets crowned,
Her torn, dishevelled tresses stream around;
Bare were her arms-and now with mingled
sighs,

And intermitting groans, aloud she cries-
"Whither, brave Soldiers! whither tends your
course?

Urge ve beyond this stream your conquering force?

"O, if my lawful citizens ye come,

"Here stop-here limit your advance to Rome

Respect my boundary, nor invade your home!

A chilling horror scized the Hero's frame, Stiffened his hair, and damped his martial flame;

Faint grew his limbs, and paralyzed he stood,
Fixed to the Alpine margin of the flood.

Then burst his speech- O, Thunderer throned

on high!

"Who from Tarpeia's Rock, with gracious eye,. "The City viewest whose fortunes boundless shine!

"Ye Household Deities from Troy divine! "Gods of the Julian Race!-Thou, Latian Jove!

"Whose Alban Temple glitters from above: "Ye Rites of Romulus (who pierced the skies, "Borne in the lightning's blaze) Dark Mysteries! "And ye, Devoted Fervours! Vestal Fires! "Whose sacred flame unceasingly aspires; "But chiefly Thou, whom awful now I see, "My honoured Rome! my Great Divinity! "Crown with thy auspices my high design; "Gainst Thee I wage no warfare-Power Divine!

"I, thy victorious chief, by land, by sea, "Strike for my country's glory, strike for Thee! "Me thy true soldier all my deeds proclaim, "Cæsar for Thee first felt a warrior's flame. "He who this strife compels, be his the crime→→ "For Thee to battle, Caesar's praise sublime! He said: nor more his ardour brooked delay, But through the swelling stream he urged his daring way.

So when on Mauritania's torrid sands, The caverned Lion scents the bostile bands, Kindles his ire, and, burning to assail, Fomeuts his fury with his lashing tail; Erects his mane, his rage in thunder pours, Flames at his eye, and maddens as he roars. Then if his haunt the approaching foe molest, And pierce with flying darts his dauntless breast; Or if the thronging war adventuring near, He feel the pressing Moor's insulting spear, Disdainful of the wound the missile brings, His boiling bosom swells, and forth he springs.

While fervid Summer flings her burning beam, Flows the red Rubicon a slender stream, His urn no more supplies the wonted tide, And shallower waves along his vallies glide, A languid lapse his liquid boundary yields, And severs Gaul from fair Ausonia's fields; But now the sluicy Winter comes amain, From her full horn dank Cynthia pours the rain; At her third rise, the river swelling flows,

And Eurus' humid breath dissolves the Alpine

snows.

To stem the flood's obliquely-driving force,
First mid the billows plunge the dauntless horse;
Then through the obstructed tide the legions pour,
Subdue the waves, and mount the Hesperian shore.
Past the rough stream, bold on forbidden laud
Stood the great Chief, and hailed the Ausonian
strand;

MR.

NEW-YORK THEATRE.

R. Phillips continued through a second engagement to delight the most crowded and fashionable houses. The audience were never weary of listening to him, and he seemed never tired of complying with their wishes. His grace and his urbanity contributed not less than his vocal powers to render him a universal favourite. He has left behind him an impression n easily effaced. Wherever he goes he receive a cordial welcome; whenever mall return to New-York a hearty greeting awaits him. Mr. Hilson's engagement terminated in the last month. His benefit drew an immense house; attracted, as well by ood will to an actor, who take him for all in all,' is at the head of his profession in this country, as by a strong curiosity to see him in the novel character of Richard the third. He enacted this arduous part in a manner highly creditable to his natural and mimic talents. His conception was excellent, his enunciation good, bis emphasis generally just. As a coup d'essai, his performance is entitled to the highest commendation, and leads us to hope that he will aspire to what we think he may attain, the rank of a distinguished tragedian. Had we never seen Mr. Hilson in Numpo, &c. &c. or had be appeared before us without any comic associations, and had he himself been divested of the apprehension of ridicule, a greater effect would have been produced, on the one

hand, by his actual representation, whilst on the other, a greater scope would have been given for the exertion of powers which we are pursuaded he possesses.

The other members of the dramatic corps have played with various degrees of merit and approbation. Mr. Pritchard has obtained deserved applause in a line somewhat wide from his usual walks. If this gentleman could gain that self-possession which he certainly ought to derive from the complacency with which the audience regard him, he would rapidly advance in professional rank. Mr Barnes grows in public favour, but is too extravagant. Mr. Johnson has exerted himself, and not in vain. Mr. Simpson and Mr. Robertson have had few favourable opportunitiesfor exertion. Mr. Baldwin improves. Mrs. Darley has displayed her vocal powers on several occasions to much advantage. We have seen Mrs. Barnes but once, and then in a character which did not admit of great range of talent. Miss Johnson played with unwonted ease, rature, and vivacity in Brother and Sister. Miss Dellinger bas acquitted herself tolerably in more than one piece. Mrs. Baldwin has maintained her reputation in her peculiar cast of characters. Of Mr. Darley, Mr. Jones, Mr. Bancker, and Mr. Williams, we shall say nothing-of Mr. Holland, Mr. Hopper, Mr. Graham, &c. we have nothing to say.

EUROPE.

GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND.

THE internal state of Great-Britain, with the general return of employment and revival of industry, seems to have become quite tranquil. The restless spirits are looking toward South-America for occupation, and recruits for the patriots are openly raised, and in considerable numbers. The English papers state that "at Birmingham, Liverpool, Sheffield, Nottingham, Glasgow, and other mercantile towns, scarcely a manufacturer is unemployed. At Manchester not a bale of goods remains unsold, and the orders for firearms at Birmingham, supposed to be destined for South-America, are beyond all precedent. In consequence of the high prices of

American cotton, the English manufacturers have begun to procure that material from

India; whence, it is stated, that in the year 1816, 15,000 bales were imported, and that during the present year, 100,000 bales have been imported, in return for which, Manchester goods have been sent out at such moderate prices as to command an extensive sale.

The number of emigrants who have sailed from the port of Belfast for America, from March 17th to August 21st, inclusive, is, for Philadelphia 252, New-York 331, Norfolk 40, Baltimore 251, St. Andrews 256, Quebec 1030-Total, 2169.

Died.] At Brompton, on Tuesday, the 14th of October, of the palsy, the celebrated