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at Cicero's Head, Red Lion Passage, Fleet Street ;
where LETTERS are particularly requested to be sent, Post-PAID.
And sold by J. HARRIS (Successor to Mrs. NEWBERY),
at the Corner of St. Paul's Church Yard, Ludgate Street;

and by Perthes and BESSER, Hamburgh. 1814.

n of bright-eyed glory, Yes, and it pass'd that night of sorrow, Frontispeice to eeping o'er the chorded shell Dark mother of a glorious morrow : sublimest numbers tell

The sun, that to the waves hero's deathless story.

Fled from a world of slaves, a soul, that loved to ride

Uprose in holy jubilee ; attle's most tempestuous tide, For every soul in every land was free.

thought the tumult of the fight Yet mourn for Him, who o'er the tide st sweet to ear, and beautiful to sigbt.

of war
If here thy glorious race began,

Beam'd brightly as a comet star;
Oxford fashion'd thee so well,

And when that day was done,
Up to the perfect man;

His toils were scarce begun :
Spirit of air, obey the spell.

The wounded warrior's painful bed
Oh, froin the realms of day

With buly love he visited :
Waft hither some immortal lay.

And his mild spirit groan'd to see
On thee thy Holy Mother calls,

That unirersal agonyBid every note of rapture swell

What boots to tell, how o'er his grave
To those that grace her honour'd walls. She wept, that would hare died to save?
For these are they, who, leagued in holy tie, Little they know the heart, who deem
Self dedicate to Liberty,

Her sorrow but an infant's dreain
Her banner bright unfurl'd:

Of transient love begotten;
Hope could not lead astray,

A passing gale, ihat as it blows Fear ght not bar their way;

Just shakes the ripe drop from the rose They sav'd a sinking world.

That dies, and is forgotten. What ihough with giant force

Ob woman, nurse of hopes, and fears, Elate of heart, and big with borrow'd fame, All lovely in thy spring of years, The dark Adventurer came;

Thy soul in blameless mirth possessUncheck'd they held their onward course,

ing-What though o'er all the red and restless More lovely in affliction's tears sky

Most lovely still those tears suppressing! The wasting Aames roll d' horribly, Changed be the note, and once ogain The holy city fell,

Strike, harp, a loud triumphant strain; To them in that portentous hour

Fill high the cup of praise Came thoughts of soul-sustaining power; To Him, who, in that desperate night, Firm faith, and courage bigh,

Still waved on high the beacon light; And agonizing memory ;

The Brunswick, resolute to save, Dread voices from the silent earth

Who stemm'd that all-devouring wave : Told of the mighty and unspotted dead: Who, wben no earthly hope was given, The race that shall be in the after time Found strength and confidence in heaven; Rose up in shew sublime,

Aud upward gazing on brighit honour's And claim'd a freeman's birth.

sun, So that immortal city blaz'd on high Finish'd the holy war his glorious Sire An altar pile to Liberty,

begun. Aud from her tbroes

JOHN TAYLOR COLERIDGE, The Spirit of the North sublimer rose To vengeance and to victory.

Fellow of Exeter College.

INDEX INDICATORIUS. We feel greatly indebted to a variety of We are obliged to L D. for his remarks. kind Correspondents who have furnished He would find, if he favoured us with his us with particular details of the festivities, own Lucubrations, that neither the vanity the benevolence, and the illuminations, in of A. or of B. or the garrulous loquacity almost every Town and Village in the of C. or of D, would supersede his com. Kingdom. We cordially join them in munications. In some of his observations their rejoicings; and can oply wish that we agree with him; to others we dissent. our limits would permit us to particularize Births and Marriages (unless well authentheir loyalty and generosity.

ticated) are purposely curtailed. The INQUISITOR will be obliged by any infor- Obituary is of infinitely more consequence; mation concerning the property, personal in which our original arrangement is still and real, lest by Lieut. gen. Frampton, preserved, except where we cannot ascerwho died at Butley Abbey, Suffolk, Sept. tain the exact days on which the parties 23, 1749; and also of his family.

died: in such cases, classing them in P. 315. In the elegant Inscription on Counties, we conceive, assists the Reader. Sir John Moore, l. 15, et before GALLIS There are more appropriate channels for should be erased.

a regular History of the Drama."




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 mantie 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


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