of men's minds, and the fupport of liberty and the conftitution. If there are men,' faid he, who look to any thing beyond the conftitution, let them know that it is by the conftitution alone that France can be faved. The nobility are equally at variance with the people and the king. Let us banish trifling fears and vain alarms. Let us foil the nobility a fecond time, by displaying the generous qualities of which they thought themselves the fole poffeffors. The glory of minifters ought to be infeparable from that of the national affembly.'

His fpeech was received with loud applaufe, and ordered to be printed, and copies of it fent to the eighty-three depart

ments.

On Sunday, January the 15th, the national affembly paffed the following decree, in two parts:

I. The national affembly, confidering that, at a moment when French liberty is threatened from all parts, it is neceffary that the reprefentatives of the people ward off, by every means in their power, the efforts directed against the French conftitution, decrees the urgency of the measure.'

II. The national affembly declares in famous, traitors to the country, and culpable of the crime of Lefe Nation, every agent of the executive power, every Frenchman, who may take any part, directly or indirectly, either at a congrefs for the purpose of obtaining a modification of the

French conftitution, or a mediation be tween the French nation and the rebels who are leagued against it, or, in short, to any compofition with the powers who poffefs eftates in the province of Alface, which fhall tend to restore to them, upon our territory, any of their rights fuppreffed by the conftituent national affembly, except any indemnity conformable to the principles of the conftitution.

The national affembly decrees, that the above declaration fhall be carried to the king by a deputation, and that he fhall be requested to make it known to the powers of Europe; announcing to them, in the name of the French nation, that, refolved to maintain her conftitution entire, or to perish with it, they fhall look upon every prince who opposes the conftitution as an enemy.'

The king's anfwer to the deputations which prefented this decree, was:

will not neglect any thing that may con'Affure the national affembly, that I tribute to the strengthening of the confti

tution.'

Such is the state of the important affairs of France, down to the memorable 15th of January, the epocha fixed, beyond which the princes of Germany were to allow no countenance or fupport to the exiled princes. The events that may occur, in confequence, will be related in due order.

Shall rouse the clouds' embattled hoft,
Sweep from the woods their leafy pride,
And dath the wave's infuriate tide
Against the howling coaft.

So in each fhip's ftupendous womb,
Now gently floating on the deep,
Peaceful as in the filent tomb,
The demons of destruction sleep➡
But wak'd by War's terrific roar,
Prompt o'er each defolated shore
Their hell-directed flight to urge,
And leading Slaughter's horrid train,
With hecatombs of warriors flain,
To load th' empurpled furge.

What tho' at proud Iberia's chiefs
The fpear of vengeance Britain aims,
Shall the not mourn a people's griefs,
Their dying fons, their weeping dames?
Nor fhall the ev'n with tearless eye,
Yon gallant navy e'er defcry,

Returning

Returning o'er the Western flood;
For ah! the laurel's greenest bough
That ever crown'd Victoria's brow,
Is furely tinged with blood.

Tho' blaze the fplendid fires around,
The arks of triumph proudly rife;
Tho' Fame her loudeft Pæan found;
And notes of conquest rend the skies;
Alas! in fome fequefter'd cell,
Her flaughter'd lover's funeral knell,
In every fhout the virgin hears;
And as the ftrain of victory flows,
More fwell the widow'd matron's woes,
And fafter fall her tears.

Tho' from this cliff, while Fancy views
Yon fquadrons darken half the main,
See drefs'd in Glory's brightest hues.
The pride of Albion's naval reign;
Yet, as Reflection's mirror fhews
Th' attendant fcene of death and woes,
Th' exulting hopes of conqueft cease;
She turns from war's delufive form,
To deprecate th' impending ftorm,
And breathes her vows for peace,

A Defire to regain his Native Country. [From the German of the late Baron Haller.]

Or the foft murmurs of the rivulet's wave, Whose cheering ftreams the lonely meadows lave.

Ó Heav'n! when shall once more thefe eyes be caft

On scenes where all my fpring of life was pafs'd;

Where, oft refponfive to the falling rill, Sylva and Love my artless lays would fill.

*The neighbourhood of Berne.

While Zephyr's fragrant breeze, foft breathing, ftole

A pleafing fadnefs o'er my penfive foul,
Care, and her ghastly train, were far

away;

While calm, beneath the fheltering woods, I lay

Mid fhades, impervious to the beams of day.

I

Here fad reverfe !-from fcenes of pleasure far,

wage with Sorrow unremitting war: Opprefs'd with grief, my ling'ring mo ments flow,

Nor aught of joy, or aught of quiet, know. Far from the fcenes that gave my being birth,

From parents far, an outcast of the earth! In youth's warm hours, from each reftriction free,

Left to myself in dangerous liberty.

Now pale Disease shoots thro' my languid frame,

And checks the zeal for wifdom and for fame.

Now droops fond Hope, by Disappointment cross'd;

Chill'd by neglect, each fanguine with is loft,

O'er the weak mound ftern Ocean's billows ride,

And waft deftruction in with every tide While Mars, defcending from his crimfon

car,

Fans with fierce hands the kindling flames of war I.

Her gentle aid let Confolation lend: All human evils haften to their end. The storm abates at every guft it blows: Paft ills enhance the comforts of repose. He who ne'er felt the preffure of distress, Ne'er felt returning pleasure's keen excess. Time, who Affliction bore on rapid wing, My panting heart to Happiness may bring I, on my native hills, may yet inhale The purer influence of the ambient gale.

Ah! fcenes of early joy! ah, much

lov'd fhades!

Soon may my footsteps tread your vernal glades.

Ah! fhould kind heav'n permit me to explore

Your feats of ftill tranquillity once more! E'en now, to Fancy's vifionary eye, Hope fhews the flattering hour of transport nigh.

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By THOMAS PENNANT, Efq.

LY, Indifference, hated maid,

Seek Spitsbergen's horrid shade,
Where old Winter keep his court,
There, fit guest, do thou resort ;
And thy frofty breast repose
Amid congenial ice and fnows;
There refide, infipid maid,

But ne'er infest my Emma's head,

Or elfe feek the cloisters pale,
Where reluctant virgins veil;
In the corner of whole heart
Earth with heav'n ftill keeps a part;
There thy fulleft influence fhower,
Free poor grace from paffion's power;
Give fond Eloifa reft,

But fhun, O fhun my Emma's breast,

Or on Lyca, wanton maid,
Be thy chilling finger laid;
Quench the frolic beam that flies
From her bright, fantastic eyes;
Teach the sweet coquette to know
Heart of ice in breast of fnow;
Give peace to her, give peace to me,
But leave, O! leave my Emma free.

But if thou, in grave disguise,
Seek it to make that nymph thy prize;
If that nymph, deceiv'd by thee,
Liftens to thy fophifuy,

If the courts thy cold embraces,
And to thee reigns her graces,
What alas! is left for me
But to fly, myfelf, to thee?

Ye! who felt the fancied power,
Illuminate the mental hour!

We feebler fcribes of later days,
Have loft the beam that warm'd your lays.
How wide for you th' enchantment
ftream'd!

The universe, one temple feem'd,
What vivifying powers have stood,
In the ftill horrors of the wood!
Aurora's tears impearl'd the flowers;
And Zephyr hook the fragrant bowers,
A Naiad's ligh, the murmuring rill,
Some fylvan power protects each hill,
If in the ftream a nymph would lave,
She felt the god's embracing wave,
On every plain, in every grove,
Sported the rofy train of Love:
And tripping fauns, and fatyrs rude,
Were feen to wander every wood.
'Mid bleeding vines young Bacchus lay,
Tir'd with the labours of the day.
Rich fheaves of corn kind Ceres bears;
And orchards feel Pomona's cares,
If breathes his reed fome thepherd fwain,
Enamour'd Echo fteals the firain !

Or fhakes the field with horns and hourds;
"Tis Dian's felf the fhrill notes founds.
Old Ocean's realms are Neptune's boast i
Who fwelis the ftorm that threats the coaft;
Or, if his lovely queen to please,

He chains his waves, and finooths his feas,
Seated in their pearly car,
The tritons' fong is heard afar!
And green-hair'd nymphs their raptures
tell,
Dancing to the vocal thell,

The

The winged hours, to fhady feat,
From the hot fainting earth retreat :
But where Olympus' gates difclofe,
Jove fat, and fhook his awful brows!
His eagle, basking in his fight,
Wav'd oft his plumes of beamy light;
And Venus bends her foften'd face,
Or leans on fome enchanting Grace;
While on her looks each god has hung,
White-handed Hebe scarce feem'd young.
Of paft delight, this claffic theme
Once form'd in youth my early dream.
Farewel, ye forms of Grecian art!
That must no more inflame my heart.
Qur harsher fouls, and colder clime,
Claim fentiment, in polifh'd rhyme.
Fancy to Reafon must submit;
And glowing imagery to Wit.
Yet, bards! be taught from ancient fource,
Your rapid flight to urge
with force;

Or ftill, with baffled wing ye rife,
Hurl'd from the poet's ftarry skies !*

Then buzzing hafte thee to the funny field, Or drink the perfume that the moorlands yield,

Or fwiftly to fome flowery vale repair, There jocund float adown the dimpling (tream,

And meet thy breth'ren in the fetting beam,

And bathe thy ebon fides in purple air. While thoughtless failing on the scented gale,

Beware yon flimy threads, the woof of death,

The fpeckled spider will empierce thy mail, And quench thy fpirit with his tainted breath.

Oh may no tempeft shade thy mirthful day, Nor glue thofe filmy wings with whelm

ing rain!

Oh may no feather'd foe moleft thy way
And fluttering bear thee to his infant train!

May no fierce inmate of the curled brook,
While o'er his head thou speed'ft thy circ-
Snatch thee unheeding to his watery nook,
ling flight,
And ruthless force thee from the cheerful

light,

ON Saturday, Dec. 31, the Dramatic

Romance of Cymon was revived, at the King's Theatre in the Haymarket; with additional airs and mufic. At the conclufion of the piece was introduced a magnificent proceffion of the knights in the dreffes of the warriors and different orders of chivalry in former times, particularly the Anglo-Saxons, Danes, and thofe of England, France, and Norway. To these are added a grand car, with the figures of St. George and the Dragon; another with a Cupid heating a filver arrow ; the whole accompanied by the duke of York's full band.

At the conclufion of the proceffion, a tournament takes place of both horfe and foot, between feveral combatants in ar

mour, who fight with lances, fwords, and

battle-axes; three of Hughes' horses are introduced and managed with much dexterity, the prince of Wales' Highlander makes one of the proceffion, and enters the lifts as a champion, fighting with an enormous club; against him a fmall female warrior is oppofed, by whom he is fubdued.-It is by far the grandeft fpectacle ever feen upon the ftage.

The decorations are fplendid and appropriate, and the new fcenery is among the happieft efforts in that ftyle of painting. The Arcadian garden is a beautifully picturefque fcene, and that which concluded the piece is uncommonly elegant. The whole does credit to the pencil of Mr. Greenwood.

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