Britain, particular attention was had to the interest of the cotton planters, by securing an admission of cotton into the British islands from these states, in American vessels, on paying the same duty as cotton from the British possessions in British bottoms. How far the arrangement night be affected on the expiration of the existing treaty, by raising the duties on imports into the United States, (the only practicable mode of protecting domestic manufactures) could be best explained by those acquainted with the negociations that preceded the adoption of our present

tariff.

The Quarterly Theological Review, conducted by the Rev. Ezra Stiles Ely, A.M., of this city, published by A. Finley, Philadelphia.

The continuance of this quarterly publication, we are informed in the advertisement, will depend on the health of the conductor and the patronage it may experience. Whilst such journals as the "Christian Observer," and "Christian Register," continue to be published, and conducted with that ability and solemnity suited to the importance of the subjects treated of, it will require superior merits in the reverend clergyman (whose name, conspicuously displayed in the title page, may possibly be a guarantee for its reception,) to confer upon his work that celebrity which may enable it to rank with these performances of established reputation. We have been disappointed to find some flippant passages, and defects which should be carefully guarded against. The contents will show that a "Theological Review," has scarcely sufficient materials to support itself, without the introduction of some extraneous and apparently incongruous matter, they are:

"Review of Bishop White's essay on Assurance of Pardon. I. E—'s reply to Bishop White's essay. A. Layman's reply to the bishop of Lincoln. Wirt's life of Patrick Henry. M' Leod's sermons on true godliness. Cœlebs deceived, a novel. Cogan's ethical questions, or speculations. Governor Findlay's inaugural address. D. Wilson's essay, and English grammar. Robert Hall on terms of communion. Reports of the library committee, of the committee on public schools, and of the committee on domestic economy, to the Pennsylvania society for the pro

Shaw's

motion of public economy. brief disposition of the Lancasterian system. Gethsemane, or thoughts on the sufferings of Christ. D. Styles's memoirs of the Rev. Charles Buck. Mr. Nott's sermon on the idolatry of the Hindoos. Rev. Mr. Stanford's sermon on the death of Mr. Hunter. Death's defence of his character, a poem. List of late publications"

The editor engages that the work shall consist wholly of original matter, thereby imposing upon himself a task not a little arduous-he however has considerable industry, which may enable him to overcome difficulties, arising not so much from any consideration of his own powers, which are very respectable, but from the tenor of the subjects, and the defect of materials.

A Narrative of a Tour of observation, made during the summer of 1817, by James Monroe, President of the U. States, through the north eastern, and north western departments of the union: with a view to the examination of their several military defences, with an appendix. Philadelphia, published by Mitchell and Ames. 1818.

This work will be referred to, at some future day, as a memorial of the important public event which it particularizes. Future presidents will do well to imitate the example of Mr. Monroe in visiting the several states, the interests of which they can best appreciate on a personal examination. All who have participated in the ceremonies of the late tour, will no doubt be desirous of possessing a record of those proceedings, the addresses delivered, and civilities interchanged, for reference at a future day, which will be found embodied in this little volume.

We have received a supply of London journals including those of December. They are occupied chiefly with accounts of the funeral ceremonies at the interment of the late Princess Charlotte, and contain but little new intelligence; we have however made extracts.

In the London Magazines is announced the intended disposal, by auction, early in the spring, of the whole of the stock of copper plates, with their impressions, of the Messrs. Boydell, lately deceased. These gentlemen have been long universally celebrated for their

famous collection of engravings, by the first artists, after the most capital pictures of the principal masters, of which above 900 are from the Italian school, 60 of these being after Raphael, as many after Titian, several after the Caracci, Corregio, Dominichino, Guido, Parmegiano, Salvator Rosa &c. &c., about 400 from the German school after Albert Durer, Hans Holbein, Eilchemer, Sir P. Lely, Sir Godfrey Kneller &c. &c.; nearly 200 from the Flemish, of which above 60 are after Rubens, upwards of 40 after Ostade and Teniers, and many after F. Hals, Sneyders &c. &c.; about 300 from the Dutch, among which are 60 after Vandyke, 70 after Rembrandt, 40 after Berghem, and many after Cuyp, G. Dow, Ruisdael, Schalker &c.; above 800 from the French, of which upwards of 300 are after the pictures of Claud Lorraine, above 50 after the Poussins, many after Callot, Goupy, Le Brun, Le Clerc, Rigaud, Vanloo, Vernet, Watteau, &c.; and of the English school a very extensive series, among which are 82 after Sir Joshua Reynolds, 60 after Mr. West, beside a great number after Barrett, Beechy, Barry, Copley, Gainsborough, Hoppner, Lawrence, Morland, Northcote, Opie, Romney, Sandby, Smirke, Westall, Wilkie &c.; in all about 2500. Of the collected works, those of Hogarth are particularly specified, as meriting the attention of judges of the fine arts, and the Houghton collection,

consisting of some of the capital works of the most eminent painters of all the various schools of Europe, engraved by the best artists of England, such as Earlom, V. Green, Bartolozzi, Sharp, &c.; the original pictures are in the possession of the Emperor of Russia; Liber Veritatis, or a collection of designs of Claude Lorraine, consisting of 300 Plates, engraved by Earlom, and a collection of designs by Guercino, engraved by Bartolozzi, on 156 large folio plates.

But the most magnificent series of engravings is that designed to illustrate the works of Shakspeare. It consists of 96 large prints after pictures expressly painted for the work by the most eminent masters, and all engraved by the best English artists. Amid this vast collection, many of the plates, from the quantity of impressions thrown off, will be found comparatively inferior; indeed it would have been better that, after a certain number of copies, the plates had been destroyed, so as to preserve unimpaired the credit of the different artists concerned.

The Shakspeare collection is, we understand, in the best condition, and formed at an expense unequalled by individuals of any age or country, being not less than 450,000 dollars. The plan was certainly eminently patriotic, at once to illustrate the first English poet, and promote a school of historical painting.

JAVAN POETRY. (FROM RAFFLES' "HISTORY OF JAVA.") The Brata Yudha, or The War of Wo, an epic poem, is said to be the most popular and celebrated work in that language. Of this poem a great part has been translated by Mr. Raffles, with the assistance of a learned native; and of the remainder he has given an analysis. It contains 719 pada, or metrical stanzas, of four long lines each, and is said to have been composed by a learned Pundit, in the year 1079. The subject of the poem is a destructive war, in consequence of a rejection of the proposal of the incarnate Dewa, or deity, Krestna, to divide the kingdom of Astina between the Kurawa and Pandawa. The Kurawa are ultimately defeated, and the kingdom of Astina recovered by the Pandawa. There are in this epic of The War of Wo many occurrences which remind us of the Iliad.-The following Passage, which describes the faithful Satia Wati wandering over the field of battle in search of the dead body of Salia, abounds with some of the finest touches of nature: it was put into En

In frantic wildness to her throbbing breast;
Tried every art of love that might beguile
Its sullen features to one cheerful smile;
Kiss'd those dear lips so late of coral red,
As if unconscious that the soul had fled;
Then in her folded arms his head she rais'd,
And long on those beloved features gazed,
With siri juice his pallid lips she dyed,
And to his wounds its healing balm applied;
While with the skirt of her embroidered vest,
She wip'd the blood-drops from his mangled
breast.

606. "Ah! then, my princely lord, whom
I have found

'Bleeding and mangled on this cursed ground! Why are thy lips in sullen silence seal'd

To her who sought thee on this battle field? Wilt thou not speak, my love, my lord, my all,

'Or still in vain must Satia Wati call?

Say, shall my copious tears in torrents flow, And thus express my agony and woe? How shall I move thee, by what art beguile The ghastly air of that unmeaning smile?' 607. "Thus soft and tender were the words she pour'd,

To move the pity of her murder'd lord; But ah! no sound the unconscious dead return'd,

No fire of love within his bosom burn'd; While at each pause a death-like stillness stole

O'er the deep anguish of the mourner's soul. And was it thus to bow thy honoured head ⚫ Amid the thousands of the mangled dead, That on that fatal morning thou didst glide With gentle footsteps from thy consort's side? And to reach the glorious realms above • Without the faithful partner of thy love? . But earth has lost its fleeting charms for me, And happy spirit, I will follow thee!

608. "Oh meet and bear me o'er that fatal stone,

Nor let me pass it, trembling and alone. Though Widadaris shall obey thy call, 'Yet keep for me a place above them all.

To whom but me does that first place belong, 'Who sought and found thee 'mid this ghastly throng;

And who, unable to survive thy doom,
Thus shed my blood and share thy honour'd
Tomb?

610. “Then with a steady hand the noble
maid

Drew from its peaceful sheath the gleaming

blade;

From her fair bosom tore the embroidered

vest,

And thought and reason were awhile sustain'd,

She call'd her maiden with her feeble breath, And thus address'd her from the arms of death:

612. "Oh! when my spirit soars to realms above,

'Take this my last request to those I love: "Tell them to think of Satia Wati's fate, 'And oft the story of her love relate; 'Then o'er her woes the tender heart shall sigh,

And the big tear-drop roll from pity's eye.' 614. "Ah! my lov'd mistress,' cried the faithful maid,

'In every scene by thee I gladly staid, 'Whate'er the state of being thou must know,

Thy faithful maiden will partake it too. 'What hand but mine the cooling stream shall pour,

'Or bathe the feet of her whom I adore?' 617. "Strong in despair, and starting from the ground,

She drew the dagger from her mistress' wound,

With deadly aim she plunged it in her breast, And with her mistress sunk in endless rest."

THE PROGRESS OF LEARNING.

From the Edinburgh Magazine. THE fatal Morn arrives, and, oh! To School the blubb'ring Youth must go, Before the Muses' hallow'd shrine, Each joy domestic to resign, No more as erst, at break of day To brush the early dews away, But in ideal range to fly Thro' fancied fields of poetry: Now gives mamma her last caressing, And fond papa bestows his blessing; Their soft endearments scarcely o'er, The chaise drives rattling from the door. In gay description could I shine, Or were thy numbers, Homer, mine, Then should my muse harmonious show How fast they journey'd, or how slow; How from the east Aurora rose, With fingers red, and redder nose; Or, at the purple dawn's approach, Rose Phœbus in his painted coach; But, to be brief, we'll rest content, With only saying-off' he went,

So when, from out the Grecian fire Of old, Æneas bore his sire,

breast,

Rich was the blood that issued from the

wound

And stream'd like liquid gold upon the ground.

Those plains, by mem'ry made more dear,
And still in absence would his mind,
Recall the joys it left behind,
Still bless those happier days, ere Greece
O'erturn'd the gentle reign of peace,

When Heav'n propitious smil'd on Priam, -Sed diverticulo in viam

Our youth the joys of home forgot, Now grows contented with his lot; On Virgil's sweets can dwell with pleasure, With Tully pass his hours of leisure; In verses play with skill his part, Nay-say the Iliad all by heart. Oft will he launch aloud in praise Of earlier Greece's happier days, When kings liv'd peaceful in a cottage, When children fed on sooty pottage, Tho' now a-days they'll play their parts As well on syllabubs and tarts, When ev'ry hero was as tall As Gog and Magog in Guildhall; And by their prowess he can guess, The Romans surely were no less. He's not (if authors rightly tell us,) One of those harum-scarum fellows, Who seek, and know no other pleasure, Than that of eating and of leisure; Who think the beauties of a classic, Enough to make a very ass sick; Who know no joys beyond the chace, No recreation but a race; By hiin far nobler joys are found In Tully's arguments profound; No dainties please him like the sweets Of Homer's compound epithets. At length on Isis' banks he views, The walls belov'd by ev'ry muse, Those walls where gen'rous souls pursue The arduous prize to virtue due, And school-men from the world withdrawn, Dispute o'er sausages and brawn; But here, alas! the ruthless train Of studies new perplex his brain; He now of nothing talks but statics, Geometry, and mathematics, Crosses the Asinorum Pons, Solves the parallelipepidons, Explains the rays of light by prisms, And arguments by syllogisms, And night and day his mem'ry crams Brimful of parallelograms; By A's and B's exact defines The wond'rous miracles of lines; Ask you their names? I might as soon Reckon the people in the moon. Had I an hundred brazen tongues, An hundred sturdy carters' lungs, An hundred mouths to tell them o'er, "Twould take a century or more: Talk of a flow'r of various dyes, He'll prove you must not trust your eyes; For what to us seems black or white, Is only diff'rent rays of light; And tho' some untaught writers tell, That men had once the pow'r to smell,

Our modern scholar plainly shows,
"Tis but a tickling in the nose:
By solid proofs he can assure ye,
Non dari vacuum naturæ—
As well by demonstration show
Quod nihil fit ex nihilo-

That when earth's convex face you tread,
Your feet move slower than your head;
Solve any knotty point with ease,
And prove the moon is not green cheese.
But fast the rolling years glide on,
And life's far better half is gone;
He soon to other thoughts aspires,
Accepts a living, and retires,
And soon immur'd in pars'nage neat
Enjoys his peaceable retreat.
As necessary to our story,
You'll ask was he a whig or tory?
But in this weighty point indeed
Historians are not all agreed;
However, to avoid all pother,
We'll grant he was or one or t'other;
Although, perhaps, he wisely chose
That side whence most preferment rose.
He now directs his eager search
Thro' ev'ry æra of the church;
With cambrie band, and double chin
Exhorts his flock to flee from sin;
Bids them all evil ways eschew,
And always pay their tythes when due;
Declares all sublunary joys
Are visions and delusive toys;
Bids worth neglected rear its head,
And fills the sinner's soul with dread;
Whilst gaping rustics hear with wonder,
His length of words and voice of thunder!
Long time his flock beheld him shine,
A zealous and a wise divine,
Until, as ebbing life retires,
A dean'ry crowns his last desires:
Behold him now devoid of care,
Snug seated in his elbow chair!
He cracks his jokes, he eats his fill,
On Sunday preaches if he will.
Solves doubts, as fast as others start 'em,
By arguments secundum artem;
Now puzzles o'er in warm debate,
Each weighty point of church and State,
Or tells o'er, in facetious strain,
The pranks of early youth again;
Recalls to mem'ry school dissaters,
Unfinished tasks, and angry masters.

As erst to him, O! heav'nly maid, '
Learning to me impart thy aid;
Oh! teach my feet like his to stray
Along preferment's flow'ry way;
And if thy hallowed shrine before,
I e'er thy ready aid implore,
Make me, O! sphere-descended queen,
A bishop, or at least-a dean.