Sons of the Seine, the Rhine, the Po! Shake off your chains, your sighs forego; True was the blow, th' associate blow, And Heaven the union crown'd. Peace to the world!-to France be peace: Fall'n is the foe, the foe of all; When fight the brave, 'tis ne'er t' enthrall; Bourbon obeys his country's call, And France is France once more. Peace to the world, and mutual love! This be the pledge-With equal hand Peace to the world! But let the world, Enjoy its equal claim: O, shame to Europe! should the race, Peace to the world!-Be France the first But should she prove untrue; Just freed from Slavery, should she rave Or, to fetter others cross the wave, Peace to the world!-be this our prayer. Peace to the world-good will to all, We ask but this your coasts t' unthrall; MARGARETTA TO REBECCA. January 1st, 1817. The year is gone!—another year, With all its changeful hours: But, through each change, we still are here, And every wish is ours. Change through all being there must be; For such is nature's law: But nature's self must change, should we Our early love withdraw. ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE OF WALES. November 1817. There was a star whose opening eye It was a star whose influence shed And bless'd that young and rising star. Amid the train of yesternight It is not fallen :-O rather TO MY LITTLE GRANDSON, On his first noticing and being riveted by the appearance of the Moon, 11th December, 1818. Infant sage ! still gaze above; They are realms of peace and love: Let the Moon's aërial dance All thy little powers entrance; And while young wonder fills thine eyes, Thou, like her, art new to earth, Long, O! long, sweet babe, as now, And when thy course beneath the sun Where God's own beams the noontide pour, LINES Written and left behind at Buxton, on passing through it, September 9th, 1823. Where is the Spirit that bestows This healing in the spring? Where is the Power that piles the hills, Or splits their marble sides? With secret fires their caverns fills, And leads their sparry tides? O ye, who in propitious hour Behold his mercy and his might; Many of those who have watched the progress of our periodical literature during the present century, will have traced the history, and regretted the extinction, of "THE BRITISH REVIEW;" which, from the beginning of 1811 to nearly the end of 1822, was published quarterly, under the able superintendence of Mr. Roberts, the author of the "Looker On." To this Review Mr. Good, who had long cherished habits of the closest intimacy with Mr. Roberts, contributed several articles; of which, however, I have not been able to obtain a complete list. I need not hesitate to assign to him A Review of the Physiognomical System of Drs. Gall and Spurzheim, in No. 11.-An Account of Townsend's Character of Moses; and of Professor Adelung's Mithridates, or History of Languages, in No. 12.—A Review of Dr. Marshman's Chinese Grammar; and another of Sismondi on Spanish Literature, in No. 13. Several other articles were jointly contributed by these literary friends; but I am not able precisely to specify them, and feel no temptation to deal in conjecture. In the year 1820, Mr. Good, pursuant to the advice of several medical friends, and the earnest entreaty of others, entered upon a more elevated department |