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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 Novem ber.

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

ART. 9. POETRY.

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

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 realnis 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 Tropics 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 reccut 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, vield, 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 ills, exulting, Romans will survey, Ills well endured for Caesar's glorious sway. O, Cæsar! when thou hast run thy bright

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Thy claim supreme that Deity shall own, To thee that Deity resign his throne.

But not near Arctos fix thy sacred state, Nor where the southern skies dissolve with heat; Lest as oblique thy guardian glories come, They bless too faintly thy adoring Rome; If either axis thou approach too near, And press too partially the yielding sphere, The stars, unbalanced, will their order break, The centre tremble, and the zenith shake; Throned in mid-aether, mark, with gracious` 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
spire

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

That rules o'er sacred Cyrrha's mystic horr,
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 tengue,
And warm and energize the Roman Song.

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

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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, And prone to crush her with destruction's weight.. Ils 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! n 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 Caesar'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 Cesar 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 acther 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 force-descends--rebounds

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 combinedLands 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 fied the factious
state,

And Passion ruled the popular debate.
To rise, by force, thy country's tyrant lord,
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;
Eare were her arms-and now with mingled
sighs,

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

"Urge ye 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 seized 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! Vesta! 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, "Caesar 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 hostile bands, Kindles his ire, and, burning to assail, Foments 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.

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hand, by his actual representation, whilst on

MR. Phillips continued through a second the other, a greater scope would have been

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 not easily effaced. Wherever he goes he will receive a cordial welcome; whenever he shall 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 good 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, his 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 neverseen Mr. Hilson in Numpo, &c. &c. or had he 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

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 opportunities for 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, nature, and vivacity in Brother and Sister. Miss Dellinger has 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.

ART. 11. MONTHLY SUMMARY OF POLITICAL INTELLIGENCE.

EUROPE.

GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND.

HE 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

Right Honourable John Philpot Curran, in the 70th year of his age, Mr. Curran was a native of Cork, in Ireland; and received his classical education at Trinity College, Dublin. After having attained to the highest honours of the bar, he was elected a member of the Irish House of Commons, where he continued the steady advocate of the popular cause. In 1807 he succeeded Sir Michael Smith, as Master of the Rolls, in Ireland. Very early in life Mr. Curran married Miss O'Dell, a lady of respectable family, but of slender fortune, by whom he had a son, who is at the bar, and two daughters. At the time of his death he enjoyed a pension of £3,000 settled upon him, at the resignation

of his office in favour of Sir William M'Mahon, the present Master of the Rolls in Ireland.

At his seat at Ammondell, on the 8th of October, the Honourable Henry Erskine. Mr. Erskine was long the Dean of Faculty, to which he was raised by his brethren, from their respect for the superiority of his talents, and his uniform maintenance of the dignity and independence of the bar. On the return of the Whigs, to office, he was appointed Lord Advocate of Scotland, at the time when his brother was made Lord Chancellor of Great-Britain.

FRANCE.

Nothing of much interest has occurred in France since our last. Late accounts speak of a conference that has been held with the Duke of Wellington by the Russian, Austrian, Prussian, and Netherland Ambassadors, and the Duke de Richelieu, supposed to relate to the army of occupation, which, as it is also supposed, will be continued in its present situation, and in undiminished force. The troops of the right wing of the army of occupation, which extends from the Maese to the North Sea, are now composed as follows: The Russian corps amounts to 23,400, including all the persons belonging to the troops. The British corps consists of 22,200 men, of whom it is supposed that 20,000 are really military. The Danes, Saxons, and Hanoverians, make together a corps of about 12,000 men, including all the persons attached to the troops. Every regiment of infantry has two field pieces completely equipped, besides a a large park in reserve; and the British corps has besides a numerous horse artillery. The commander of the Russian corps has contracted in these provinces for a quantity of accoutrements. Louis has entered his 58th year, and is said to be in good health, and active in business. He has given his consent to the marriage of the Duchess of Castiglione, the widow of Marshall Augereau, to Count de St. Aldegorde. Marshall Oudinot is the military favourite at court. The Grand Admiral of France has been visiting the Marine depots; and the minister of the interior has issued instructions from the Board of Agriculture, to prevent the distillation of all farinaceous substances, and of potatoes, which are to be converted into bread-stuff.

During the month of September 114 vessels sailed from Havre, viz: 61 French, 16 American, 10 English, 1 from Bremen, 1 Danish, 10 Dutch, 9 Norwegian, 2 Prussian, 1 Russian, and 4 Swedish.

A sepulchre has been made in France for the remains of Marshal Massena. They have raised over it a Marble Obelisk 20 feet high. with a Pedestal of 5 feet. On one side of the Pedestal is the portrait of the Marshal, on another his arms, and on the two others batons and other military emblems.

SPAIN.

Spain is assiduously engaged in enlarging her marine establishment, a policy in a great measure dictated by the exposure of her commerce to the pirates of South-America, who harass it greatly It is reported that Spain has purchased from Russia five ships of the line and three frigates, which are on their way to Spain, where the Russian crews will be replaced by Spanish, and the former reconveyed home. It is believed that the ship Asia, and a frigate, which are now fitting at Cadiz, will join the above squadron, from which divisions will be formed. destined, exclusively to protect maritime commerce on different points of the colonies. The general opinion is, that no troops will be embark

ed in these vessels.

It is stated that the king of Spain, in consequence of a loan, by the British government, of £400,000, has agreed to abolish the slave-trade. If this be true, then there will be but one nation in Europe; the Portu guese, engaged openly in that traffic, and she must in a short time follow the general example.

The Spanish Consul at Rouen has notified all French persons, who propose to emigrate to South America, to join the Spanish insurgents, that if they are taken with arms in their hands they will be treated as robbers.

ITALY.

According to the accounts from Italy, the king of the Two Sicilies has issued a decree, forbidding his subjects from addressing the Holy See for dispensations, briefs, or resCripts, without having previously obtained his Majesty's permission. The Papal Bulls also are for the future to be of no effect unless they have the Royal exequatur.

A new Convent of Jesuits has been formed in Piedmont One of the principal noblemen of the Court of Turin, the Marquis Grimaldi, has taken their habit. The government has taken an annual revenue of 24.000 francs from the University of Geno, to give it to this religious order.

NETHERLANDS.

Great activity is displayed in the erection of fortifications in the strong places and cities towards the French frontier; the city of Charleroi already presents the appearance of a

fortress of the first order, and is expected to become one of the strongest bulwarks of the kingdom toward the Sambre. On the other part, the line of the Meuse is becoming fur

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