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Of wrathful pride, a nation's jealousy,

Break o'er his fenceless head. Then would each youth,
Heedless of fragrant tube, or mantling streams

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,
Assume the task to bend our pliant fair

To southern arts. Teach them, like you to smile
At Christian rites, and consecrated fanes,
And tales of an hereafter. Bid them dance
With giddy foot down life's mysterious course
Sparkling and gay, and thoughtless and amused,
Then sink to nothing.

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Time once was

When British maiden, innocent as fair,

Had shunned such scenes, and bless'd her happy stars
That intervening waves had fix'd her lot
In holier climes. Then purity was taste,
For vice herself had blush'd to see her form
Usurp'd by virtue; then chaste virgin garb
Spoke virgin heart, and innocence, entrench'd
In outward decencies, was doubly pure.

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
Of honest fortune! Luxury to soothe
The rending heart of matron doom'd to see
Her children pine for want, while unemploy'd
Her spindle rusts, and, worse, the manly strength
Of him who gave them birth, wasting in vain.

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Albion, my native isle,
Not such the feelings of this faithful breast
That woos the for thyself; that loves thee well,
Mid all the frowns that cloud thy wintry brow,
And fright thy wealthier sons to brighter shores.

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Thou gav'st me birth; in thee my peaceful bones
Shall find a home. With thee the lowly cot.
Of mountain peasant were a wealthier fate
Than all that Paris boasts; her noisy pomp,
Her arts, her dissipation, and her pride.

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
Still flowed at home, nor graced a rival hand.

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
Through yon ethereal space the silent wheels
Of more than twice five lustra since sublime
Echo'd the shout that burst from British tongues
To tell thy lov'd accession. Then beneath
Thy orient beams our reverend sires foretold
Thy proud meridian glories; Heaven in love
Conceal'd the mist that clouds thy evening ray.
Then would they clasp us to their glowing breast,
And teach our infant tongues to lisp thy name,
And shout for George and England. Oh! my King,

I would not thou couldst see thy deşert realms
And alien fashions of degenerate days:

Twould reud thy heart with deeper, deadlier pang
Than war, or riot, or intestine strife,

Or lost America, or Junius, gave.

The Author concludes the Poem with the following lines a
Paris !—I may not curse thee! Tears alone

And sighs to heaven upraised shall tell the plaint
Of injured nations. Well thou know'st their force,
For deeply hast thou quaff'd the vengeful cup
Of scorn and infamy.-Yet ah! how slight
Thy keenest woes to those which Europe's sons
Have tasted at thy hands? how slight to those
Which Heaven may still reserve, if heedless still
And unrepentant, mercy sue in vain

To bring the back to virtue and to God?

But brighter be thy lot, ill-fated land!
Weep and be happy-mourn thy darling crimes,
Yet smile to hope those crimes may be forgiven.
Bid holier altars blaze, and holier vows
To heaven ascend ;-bid feuds intestine cease;
And Christian faith, and white-robed morals claim
Their antique sway, refined from wonted dross
Of fond credulity and monkish rites,

And superstition's phantoms; bid thy sons,
Who late a world despoil'd, repair the wrong
By deeds of penitence. Thus France shall shine
England's twin rival, and a smiling world
Learn from each sister land such deeds sublime
As men may emulate and Heaven approve.

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.
(Continued from p. 38.)

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.)

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