BY THE REV. ROBERT WILLAN SMITH, B.A. Ἐπείπερ ὁ Θεὸς ἥδε τ' αὖ πόλις, πατέρ, 5 10 We beg leave to subjoin a few suggestions of no great importance.-EDIT. V. 1. av V. .. is not that useless? 3. ἄγεις θρίαμβον, is that good Greek ? V. 8. has dira any meaning here? V. 15. Is Hpws used in Greek like the English Hero? V. 16. Anra is again introduced, apparently to fill up the line. V. 21. öre seems out of its place; could it be written Ης ἐξέπνευσ ̓ ἐκοῦσα παρθένον βιόν ? i. e. πóðον ékélyпs . Atticè. V. 11 and 12 seem obscure both in the Greek and English. SONETTO. Del Dottor Giuseppe Cocchi Tudeste. Tu che in sì verde età, pura Angioletta, Ma già delle arpe sante al suon giocondo Ah ne' dolci colloquj al tuo Signore TRANSLATION. Oh! thou, pure Angel, who in youth art gone, Thou seemest like the rose that all alone In fenced garden doth more beauteous grow. Go to th' eternal love, beloved one, With smiles that yonder star doth now bestow, Already to the sound of sacred lyres Thy faith to thy dear Lord thou hast consign'd HYMN. MY GOD! my Father! while I stray Thy will be done! thy will be done! Thy will be done! thy will be done! What, though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive, I would still reply Thy will be done! thy will be done! If thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize-it ne'er was mine: I only yield thee what was thine Thy will be done! thy will be done! If sickness wastes me to decay, Let me with humble faith obey, And teach thy servant still to pray Thy will be done! thy will be done! Thy will be done! thy will be done! HYMNUS. DEUS! Pater! quando exulo Fiat voluntas O tua! Sors ut siet mi tristior, Fiat voluntas O tua! Si raptum amicum defleam, Fiat voluntas O tua! Si me resignatum voces Fiat voluntas O tua! Sin æger usque conterar, Meam voluntatem nova, Sitque petere arduum veta — Fiat voluntas O tua! FRS. WRANGHAM. A ryhte pythie and proffitabylle ballande, in the whyche is sette ffoorthe the trew (butt mervillose) hystorie off a wonderfulle pye, the whych was soe connynglie and knowynglie ffashionydd, as that xxiv blacke birdds conteynidd therein did synge affter that theye werr bakyd inne an hovven. item off ye Kynge and Queene theirr pastymes. and ffynallie off ye ryhte dolefull and pyteose accydaunt thatt befel a servynge wenche. ffirstt composyd inn ye volgarr tong and nowe done into Latyn accordynge to order bye the learnyd maiester Joannes Taurus. Hexobolon carmen canto; mensura secalis Sit pretium, quantum ponitur in loculo. Quatuor bisque decem merulas sub tegmine pistor Quam dulces epulas ! epulas vel principe dignas, Conclavi inclusus proprio; dum regia conjux Edit cum servis crustula melle lita. Mox nasum ancillæ vestes siccantis in horto Coelo descendens parvula turpat avis. T. REVIEW OF NEW PUBLICATIONS. Memoirs of the late Dr. Henry Bathurst, Lord Bishop of Norwich, by his Son, the Rev. Henry Bathurst, Archdeacon of Norwich, &c. 2 vols. THIS is a curious family picture, in which the late Bishop of Norwich, his son the Archdeacon, and all the family, including the females, are drawn at full length. To be sure, there was not much to tell-and so, as in other family-pictures, the artist makes up by the introduction of accessories and embellishments for want of interest or character in the principal figures. The primary object of the book is to show that the Bishop and the Archdeacon have been neglected, put aside, and very ill-used by the Whig Government, to whose service they had dedicated themselves. For a life of a Bishop, it is somewhat curious that the whole volume is one long lugubrious complaint of priestly poverty, every page speaks of preferments expected, or withheld; and mitres, like Will-o'-the-Wisps, are for ever dancing before the Archdeacon's eyes, and for ever vanishing from him. It is true that the Archdeacon says, (vol. i. p. 118,)" that he has long determined to dedicate himself to mankind and country," yet, like a sensible and shrewd person, he naturally expects that mankind and country should do something for him in return, and he very feelingly complains, that "the deteriorated condition of the members of the Bishop's family, compared with the prosperous affairs of the Tomline's, the Sumner's, the Blomfield's, and others, including even the good Archbishop (yet who could, on no account, have equal claims with Dr. Bathurst,) are ingredients in the cup of his life, that taste most bitter."!! In this "Cave of Despair" we are afraid that we must leave him; and proceed to say that the events of the Bishop's life might be summed up in the following few lines. He was born in 1744 in premature labour, being only a seven months' child, and so small that he was wrapped up in cotton, and we presume that he was kept in a little box; as he grew bigger, at eleven years of age, he was sent to GENT. MAG. VOL. XI. Winchester, and succeeded as founder's kin from Winchester to New College, Oxford; at sixteen years of age, adhuc pusillus, he was elected fellow; took priest's orders in due time, and went as tutor to Sir Charles Bamfylde. He afterwards took up his abode with his uncle, the first Lord Bathurst; who gave him the living of Stapleton, which he gave up for Witchingham, in Norfolk, but soon after accepted it a second time. He then, through his relation Lord Chancellor Bathurst's patronage, became Canon of Christ Church, and soon after married Miss Coote, sister of Sir Eyre Coote. He was severely disappointed in losing the Lydney estate, which Mr. Bragge Bathurst got, but he had a legacy of 10,000l. as a composing draught. He remained at Christ Church for the space of fourteen years, and was then of Durham; which he exchanged for advanced to the second-best Canonry the See of Norwich, and this last preferment he held for the considerable period of thirty-seven years. Dr. Bathurst was an enlightened, benevolent, and amiable man, though somewhat singular and capricious. No great theologian, but a correct and elegant Latin scholar, civil and friendly to his clergy, but generally at variance with them on the Catholic question. He was fond of his gun, as his predecessor Dr. M. Sutton also was; and liked a rubber of whist with Bishop Philpotts, or his son the Archdeacon. After a prosperous and tranquil life, prolonged to the unusual period of ninety-two years, he expired by a gentle and happy euthanasia in the arms of his family, at his own residence in London. Such are the chief events in the good Bishop's life; but we must make a few additions from the volumes which the filial piety of the Archdeacon has dedicated to his father's memory. When a boy he suffered a bite in his thumb from a badger, which left marks always to be discovered; and he killed a cock pheasant at Holkham in his 80th year. When Canon of Christ Church at Oxford, he used to go out a shooting with Dr. Holmes, 3 T who was subsequently Dean of Win- When he left the University he re- to such a degree as to distinguish by the tones of his nephew's voice, whether he understood the passages of Tacitus he was reading. Here we meet with the following anecdote. "One day Dr. Parry, a presbyterian clergyman at Cirencester, being in comPany with Mr. Hume the historian, who was at that time on a visit to Lord B.; Dr. Parry began to question him on the religious principles of his friend D'Alembert, who was supposed to be an Atheist, a Deist,-in short to be possessed of no religion at all. Hume, to turn the conversation, began to talk of the weather, Howand other indifferent subjects. ever, Dr. Parry would not give up his point; at length Hume said dryly, “I friend D'Alembert's religion, I only know don't know, Dr. Parry, much about my he ought to have a great deal, for his mother was a Nun, and his father a Prior, own brother to her!'" While living with his uncle* Dr. Bathurst, he learned the following anecdote relating to Lord Bolingbroke. "Such were the insinuating grace of Lord Bolingbroke's manner, that the morning of his departure into exile, when *The Bishop did not seem to think so highly of his uncle the first Lord Bathurst's disinterestedness, as he did of that of the late Earl; for a former public character of the day, when the first Earl B. at last got a place, wrote a copy of verses to him begining thus, which the Bishop would often repeat ! "Dear Bathurst, now you've got a place, You'll give opposing oe'r, 'Tis comfortable to be in; But think what a dd while you've been Like Peter at the door!" The same noble Lord, the first Lord B. was, however, often the subject of the Bishop's praise for his general abilities and quickness; a specimen of which he would give in the following anecdote.-" Upon one occasion, when Duke Wharton was opposed to him, and was known to have been bought over by the opposite party for 50,000l. with which the noble Duke had purchased a new suit of velvet cloaths, and a new set of plate; Duke Wharton in his speech, quoted from Ovid. "Quidve domum referes nono nisi dedecus anno? upon which Allen Lord Bathurst rose and said, "The noble Duke has treated us with a passage from Ovid; and if we were to judge from the tenor of the noble Duke's life, it would seem that he had studied hardly any other book; but he will allow me to give him a quotation from Virgil. "Vendidit hic auro patriam, pretio atque refixit, which, if your Lordship's will allow me, I will translate This wretch betrays his Country and the State, |