1325 (BEING THE SEVENTH OF A NEW SERIES.) PART THE FIRST. PRODESSE ET DELECTARE. E PLURIBUS UNUM. By SYLVANUS URBAN, Gent. LONDON: Printed by NICHOLS, SON, and BENTLEY, where LETTERS are particularly requested to be sent, POST-PAID. and by PERTHES and BESSER, Hamburgh. 1814. Frontispeice to n of bright-eyed glory, eeping o'er the chorded shell sublimest numbers tell hero's deathless story. a soul, that loved to ride attle's most tempestuous tide, thought the tumult of the fight st sweet to ear, and beautiful to sight. If here thy glorious race began, d Oxford fashion'd thee so well, Up to the perfect man; Spirit of air, obey the spell. Oh, from the realms of day Waft hither some immortal lay. On thee thy Holy Mother calls, Bid every note of rapture swell To those that grace her honour'd walls. For these are they, who, leagued in holy tie, Self dedicate to Liberty, Her banner bright unfurl'd: Hope could not lead astray, Fear might not bar their way; They sav'd a sinking world. What though with giant force Elate of heart, and big with borrow'd fame, The dark Adventurer came; Uncheck'd they held their onward course. What though o'er all the red and restless sky The wasting flames roll'd horribly, The holy city fell, To them in that portentous hour Came thoughts of soul-sustaining power; Told of the mighty and unspotted dead: The race that shall be in the after time Rose up in shew sublime, And claim'd a freeman's birth. And from her throes The Spirit of the North sublimer rose Yes, and it pass'd that night of sorrow, The sun, that to the waves For every soul in every land was free. Beam'd brightly as a comet star; Of transient love begotten; Oh woman, nurse of hopes, and fears, Thy soul in blameless mirth possess- More lovely in affliction's tears - Most lovely still those tears suppressing! Changed be the note, and once again Strike, harp, a loud triumphant strain; Fill high the cup of praise To Him, who, in that desperate night, sun, Finish'd the holy war his glorious Sire begun. INDEX INDICATORIUS. We feel greatly indebted to a variety of kind Correspondents who have furnished us with particular details of the festivities, the benevolence, and the illuminations, in almost every Town and Village in the Kingdom. We cordially join them in their rejoicings; and can only wish that our limits would permit us to particularize their loyalty and generosity. INQUISITOR will be obliged by any information concerning the property, personal and real, left by Lieut.-gen. Frampton, who died at Butley Abbey, Suffolk, Sept. 23, 1749; and also of his family. P. 315. In the elegant Inscription on Sir John Moore, 1. 15, ET before GALLIS should be erased. JOHN TAYLOR COLERIDGE, Fellow of Exeter College. We are obliged to I. D. for his remarks. He would find, if he favoured us with his own Lucubrations, that neither the vanity of A. or of B. or the garrulous loquacity of C. or of D. would supersede his communications.-In some of his observations we agree with him; to others we dissent. Births and Marriages (unless well authenticated) are purposely curtailed. The Obituary is of infinitely more consequence; in which our original arrangement is still preserved, except where we cannot ascertain the exact days on which the parties died in such cases, classing them in Counties, we conceive, assists the Reader. There are more appropriate channels for "a regular History of the Drama," : PREFACE TO THE FIRST PART OF THE EIGHTY-FOURTH VOLUME. WE candidly acknowledge ourselves to be so dazzled with the glo rious splendour, which at the present moment envelopes the atmophere of Britain, that it is not without difficulty we obtain the selfcommand, temperately to express our emotions of rapture and of gratitude-yet, through this blaze of light and glory, we discern the finger of unerring Wisdom and Goodness, pointing to the destruction of the most cruel and unrelenting Tyranny which ever disorganized and destroyed the human species.-We contemplate also the mantle of Peace, spreading its graceful and lovely folds once more over the Nations of Europe; we hear a voice, which Buonaparte cannot hear, pronouncing aloud, to a delighted world—" Good-will towards man."-Here let us pause for a short interval, to indulge an honest and not indecorous ebullition of self-complacency.-That we have in some degree anticipated this most auspicious catastrophe; that we have, in no very ambiguous terms, in part ventured to foretel the restoration of Man's best Rights, and a Tyrant's downfall; to say the least, that we have uniformly, consistently, and pertinaciously, held forth to our Countrymen, the language of consolation and encouragement; that we have never shrunk from our duty, or for a moment bowed our necks to the modern Baal; we confidently appeal to the last Twenty Years of our Literary Labours :-Our Periodical Addresses to our Readers, in that long and momentous period, will be found full, we trust, of British ardour, marked with a proud disdain of the Tyrant and his Myrmidons, and replete with pious confidence in that unchangeable goodness, which, in its own good time, brings good out of evil.-But enough of the past; and the prospect before us is so animating, the landscape so enchanting, the gale so loaded with fragrance, and the meads so crowded with beautiful variety, that there is little inducement for retrospect, but every thing to hope from the future. We cannot, however, press forward to our more immediate province of descanting a little on subjects of Science and the Arts, without pausing to contemplate, with a due mixture of admiration and pious gratitude, two great and proud circumstances, which peculiarly designate and render for ever memorable the present epoch-At the moment of our writing this Address, the happy shores of Britain have received with the acclamations of unaffected welcome the illustrious Sovereigns of Russia and Prussia, with a long and noble train of Princes, |