Of wrathful pride, a nation's jealousy, Break o'er his fenceless head. Then would each youth, Untasted, doff full soon his wake-day vest, To fight his country's battles. The consequences likely to ensue from an initiation in the Parisian circles, are painted in colours of very lively appre hension. Vivacious daughters of Parisian clime, Sages of fashion, priestesses of love, To southern arts. Teach them, like you to smile * Time once was When British maiden, innocent as fair, Had shunned such scenes, and bless'd her happy stars The writer takes occasion to observe that our legislators, or patriots, or idlers, and our priests, might find better employ ment at home, in inixing with and alleviating the miseries of their dependents, than will be likely to await them in the splendid mockeries to which they fly with such avidity. 'Twere luxury To cheer some sinking tenant midst the wreck Albion, my native isle, Thou gav'st me birth; in thee my peaceful bones The author, after some lively portraits of the characters he reprobates, proceeds to lament that those cities in miniature called watering places, should have usurped the visitants of the country, and collected in one small focus that liberality and profusion, which ought to be diversified, and spread over every hainlet. Yet that fallacious means of enjoying the country had some excuse, in comparison with foreign travelling. All was not lost. The eddying wealth of fools Next fall, under the lash of the indignant poet, the conduct of those parents who send their sons abroad for educa tion. And upon this point we heartily agree with him. The grown up baby cannot perhaps return more foolish than when he set out upon his journey-but the practice of educating our future legislators, and tutors, perhaps, abroad, is to entail upon us all the mischief which we suppose we have hitherto prevented by not admitting foreigners to equal privileges with ourselves. The Spartans wisely refused to give up their children as hostages of their faith. They would give double the number of men. The first principles of education should be always in connexion with the principles that must guide the future line of conduct. The court too comes in for its share of censure as a scene Where half-clad waltzers weave the amorous dance, And feathered wantons glory in their shame. But this introduces a very neat panegyric upon our suffer ing monarch. Father of Britain, hail! Stern time has roll'd I would not thou couldst see thy deşert realms Twould reud thy heart with deeper, deadlier pang Or lost America, or Junius, gave. The Author concludes the Poem with the following lines a And sighs to heaven upraised shall tell the plaint To bring the back to virtue and to God? But brighter be thy lot, ill-fated land! And superstition's phantoms; bid thy sons, ANECDOTE OF THE CELEBRATED LEIBNITZ. THIS illustrious scholar and mathematicion in the early part of his life paid a visit to Italy. While sailing in an open boat from Genoa to Lucca, a violent tempest arose, and the mariners, ignorant and superstitious, knowing their pas senger to be a German and Protestant, conceived that the tempest was a sign of the wrath of Heaven for admitting a heretic into their boat. It was proposed by one of them, more bigoted than the others, to propitiate the Deity by throwing the heretic, like another Jonah, into the waves. The conversation was carried on in Italian, of which they supposed Leibnitz to know nothing; and the proposal was at last acceded to by all the crew, two of whom rose to carry it into execution. Leibnitz, who had heard and understood the whole, had in the mean time pulled out a rosary, of which be had taken the precaution to possess himself when he first came into the country, and began to tell his beads with every mark of devotion. This saved his life, for the crew were struck with horror at their supposed mistake and consequent intention of throwing a pious Catholic into the sea. The tempest abated, and the boat reached her destination. DESCRIPTION OF TOMBUCTOO. The party that left Tombuctoo consisted of the ten Moorish traders, fourteen Moorish prisoners (quere sixteen ?) Adams, the Portuguese boy, and a slave; they had five camels with them. They skirted the river for about ten days, at the rate of from fifteen to eighteen miles a day, in an easterly direc tion, inclining to the northward. On the last day they loaded their camels with water, and then striking off in a northerly direction, travelled twelve or thirteen days at about the same pace. At the end of thirteen days they arrived at Tudeny (Taudenny), a large village inhabited by Moors and Negroes, in which were four wells of very excellent water. Here the Moors staid fourteen days to refresh themselves. They sold one of their camels for a small ass and two sacks of dates, and having loaded the four remaining camels with the dates, flour, and water, they set out to cross the desert in a north-westerly direction. It took them nine and twenty days, during which they did not meet a human being. The ass died of fatigue, was cut up, and, when dried in the sun, af forded them a seasonable supply of food, without which they must have been in danger of starving. Their water ran short, and they had yet ten days to travel before they could hope for a supply; they mixed, therefore, what remained with camel's urine, of which each camel had about a quart for thẹ whole ten days, and each man about half a pint a day. (To ba Continued.) To CORRESPONDENTS.-L. G. is inadmissable. 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