1797-1 Original Anecdotes. He had only two daughters, and the fon of one of them alone remains to fucceed, Louis Lepelletier, a young man of the fairest promise. GASPARD THIEVRI, Colonel of the 9th regiment of huffars, was out on a reconnoitering party; and having discovered a body of the enemy, he pofted fome markfmen in a ravine in his rear, it being his intention to fly on their approach, in order to draw them into an ambufcade. His troopers, accordingly, in conformity to orders, began to term the Auftrians, "faves of the tyrant; bafe mercenaries, fighting for a mafter who kept them in chains!" &c. &c. They in their turn, called their adverfaries" paper-eaters, bellmelters, and regicides:" but would not advance a step. On this, a private e longing to Thievri's regiment rode up to the Auftrian line at full gallop, and leyelling his piftol with a deadly precifion, killed a horfeman immediately oppofite to him. The veteran enemy, however, undifmayed by this act of temerity, intead of pufhing forward, continued to joke, exclaiming, "Bravo, mention honorable, infertion, and bulletin !" PETRE. Thievri... Petre...Bulliard. The preceding exhibits a remarkable inftance of hardihood in a private trooper; the prefent furnishes an anecdote infinitely fuperior, of which a perfon of the fame rank is the hero. Petre, a huffar in Thievri's regiment, was fent to a village of Brabant, to prevent it from being plundered. Some freebooters belonging to the army, who were fearching after hidden treafure, dug up a box, in which the inhabitants of the village had concealed all their property. The faithful guard, employed to protect the peasants, luckily arrived at the very moment when they were about to break the box open, and drawing his fabre, by his firmnefs and bravery, he at length fucceeded in driving away the pillagers. After this, he inftantly affembled the inhabitants, who, charmed with the bravery and generofity of the exploit, and pleafed too, perhaps, at the idea of having their future fafety enfured, under the guardianfhip of fuch a defender, offered to make him a prefent of the coffer, which contained ninety thoufand livres (worth 3000l. to 4000l. Sterling); but the generous Petre, who abfolutely refufed to accept a fingle hard, after thanking, ad. dreffed them as follows: " in preferving your property, I only did my duty; you therefore owe me nothing. I exhort, you, however, to be at more pains to 295 conceal your riches." Will it be believed, that fome of the officers termed this unfoldier-like-conduct, and that it actually ftopped his preferment for fome time? M. BULIARD, the French Botanist. Though M. BULIARD did not live to acquire a diftinguifhed name among mo dern botanifts, yet his affiduity in the ftudy of that science would doubtless have procured him extenfive ce ebrity, had his years been prolonged. At the commencement of his labours, he had numberless difficulties to furmount. From the contracted state of his finances, he was compelled to defign, engrave, and print off with his own hands, the plates that embellished his firft work. After he had acquired fome degree of reputaon, he undertook the compilation of a botanic dictionary; in which, by the advi of his friends, the plants were claffifiedccording to their ufes, the poifonous, medical, culinary, &c. Unfortunately, he commenced with the poifonous and fufpected plants; as he deemed a warning concerning thefe, to be of the first importance. As foon as the work was edited, it was not only prohibited by the civil police at Paris, but all the printed copies were feized. A miftaken conception in the officers of the police of the nature of the work, and of their own power, was the caufe of this abfurd and oppreffive conduct. At the beginning of the prefent century, the mingling and adminiftration of poisonous drugs had arifen to a moft alarming height in the city of Paris and it was deemed neceffary to eftablish a chamber, under the title of La Chambre ardente, which was authorifed to prohibit all publications that treated of poifons, or the mixture of poifonous drugs. This chamber immediately condemned the work of Buliard, without making any enquiry into its nature and defign. Several months had elapfed, and much application was made, before the interdict was taken off. But this indulgence, when obtained, proved of very little fervice.The work had fallen into fuch negligent hands, that the greater part was destroyed, and the reft fo effentially damaged, that scarcely ten copies remained, which were fit for the public eye. The loss was estimated at 7000 livres, but he could obtain no indemnification. In the year 1780, he changed his plan, and published the fame materials, under the title of L'Herber de la France. Mr. Buliard died at Paris of a confumption, in the year 1793, and in the 41st year of his age. ORIGINAL (296) ORIGINAL POETRY. ARISTO DEMUS. A MONODRAMA, ARGUMENT. Stimu The oracle had demanded a virgin victim of the blood-royal, as the price of Metlenia's fafety. The lot had fallen on the daughter of Lycurgus, who fled with her. lated by ambition, Ariftodemus voluntarily offered his child: her betrothed husband, to fave her life, afferted, that he was pregnant; Ariftodemus immediately ftabbed her, and bade the priest convince himself of the falfehood of this evafion. He obtained the crown; but the reflection, how he had obtained it, never could be obliterated; and, at length, he flew himself upon his daughter's tomb." YET once again-again at this dread hour, When Nature flumbers in ferene repofe, And only murderers wake :-I come to paufe O'er thy cold grave, my child! Again I come, Worn out with anguifh, and the keeneft pangs That frenzying Memory knows. Ye dreadful fhades! Ye fullen monumental groves of Death! To pour my forrows forth and call to view with rage, With favage fuperftition, and the luft Of empire, I destroy'd the fairest work, Oh, he was dear! I loved her-how I loved her witnefs heaven! Fevers my throbbing brain. Oh, she was dear! Now I can praife thy falfhood, when too late, [April, age, Behold me, withering like the blasted oak, Struck by the wrath of Heaven. Nor ever night Defcends, but round my couch the furies throng, Dreadful they fmile, and in their red eyes glares Horrible expectation ! Light'nings come-Rufh round head-annihilate my my woes { Thou fearful fpectie, wherefore doft thou come Where doft thou beckon? Spirit of my child, Why bare that bleeding breaft? Earine, Spare me ! Earine my murder'd child, Spare thy poor father-tho' he spar'd not thee! Thou pointeft to the fword-this impious fwordThere is no hope-no mercy: I obey The dreadful call-accurft, abandon'd wretch, Down to perdition!(He ftabs himself.) SONNET. S. the trance, Where reafon ponders, to my faint heart speak Love's language: ardently could I rejoice In fuch fweet tokens; but I fear thine eye Has learnt to beam with Love's hypocrify; And Siren wiles dwell in thy tuneful voice: For now of studied eloquence thy tongue Yields to the task, which, to my lift'ning fenfe, Was wont of yore fuch magic charms difpenfe, That on thy lips my trembling fpirit hung, Waiting new life.-Oh! free me from my pain Speak as e'erwhile that I may love again. ΤΟ 1797.] TO THE PRIMROSE, BY THE REV. J. BIDLAKE, (Author of the Sea, a Poem.) PALE vifitant of balmy spring, Joy of the new-born year, Original Poetry. That bidft young Hope new plume his wing, And vainly woo the chilling breeze; Remote from towns, thy tranfient life Or on the dingles fhadowy steep, With many an emblematic thorn; Thy fmiles the spring adorn. What tho' thy boast no fplendid hue To me more fair art thou to view In all thy fimpler grace. Where all the modeft virtues play; With mild and temper'd ray. Ah bleft is he who temperance tries, And fhuns the falfer glofs of art; Thy fmiles young Innocence invite, The infant troop of rofy hue, While Pleafure lights their laughing eyes ; And boast their fragrant prize. AH Cynthia would thy gentle ear But once attend a mortal voice; Wouldft thou my wifh with favour hear, And grant the fubject of my choice; I would not ask a mighty, mighty boon; I would not ask a kingdom, gentle moon! I would but beg to take my place, Befide thee in thy filver car, 297 When o'er the heavens enlightened face Imprint a kifs upon his lip, And from his flumber-folded head, And prefs the ringlet of my fwain, And blefs his lovely name, and smile, and To A LADY WITH A BOX OF ROUGE. MUST I comply with what you afk- Oh let me choofe fome other task, Or brave the rifing ftorm- While beauty has a charm- While love the heart can warm. With lily-paleness vie ; Let blushes, which the fimple wear, No want of fuch-like aid, Kifs it, because it came from me, EXTEMPORE. ΤΟ SEE, fairest of the nymphs, that play See, fofter, rofier hues adorn And glad the fullen night." In all their beauty shine. And gratitude divine. O fay amid these general fmiles, My friend's unfettled foul? Around th' empoifon'd bowl? But no! my ***'s generous mind, By all the powers of art, Or does fome maiden, heavenly fair, But lo! a thousand maidens, all Difplay their venal charms, And trim their locks, and tune their fighs, And try the force of fparkling eyes, And wave their fnowy arms! Thus Spring revives, and Summer glows, Alas! my friend, how vain to roam, And home alone beftows: The beam of mirth that lights the face- The blifs that ever grows. What! tho' the awful pride of Rome Tho' o'er Helvetia's magic ground Rocks fwell on rocks confus'd around, And torrents roar between : Tho' here a town, and there a farm, Perch'd on the breezy fummit, charm, And foothe the Sylvan fcene: [April, What! though the Rhine, fupreme of floods, Through caftled cliffs, and pendent woods, And towns renown'd in fong: For ever full-for ever great- Yet fay! can Art, with all its toys- Then bomeward turn! there at the gate, And brighten up thy nights. Begin the mystic dance. The Mufe, that loves a green retreat, And wanders thro' thy groves: Time's treacherous current steals along, While thinly fcatter'd up and down, Then haften! fnatch each floweret, while For foon it's date is o'er; And, as you pafs, enjoy the fhade, May, 1797. J. C. E. To Mr. GILBERT WAKEFIELD, on his preparing for publication the poems of Lucretius, on the Nature of Things, with emendations, notes, and illuftrations. [Tranflated from the Latin of Mr. G. DYER.J By THOMAS BUSBY. THERE are who wrapt alone in claffic lore, Can only Greek and Roman wit adore; Can trace no merit (fave in ancient lays) Pierian born, or worthy of the bays. Avaunt, each modern! thefe but ancients love, And Genius must his age and country prove. Others Others there are, who daringly would brand That claffic fenfe they cannot understand: And ign'rant as loquacious, still exclaim, "Ceafe, Greeks and Romans, cease to challenge fame." But we, more cautious, feek the middle way, Intent to follow Truth's informing ray: Left, too precipitate, and vain of praise, We treat the wit and tafte of ancient days Like those who fir'd with popular applaufe, Would reprefent the worse, the better caufe; Who doat on fuftian, and in pompous flyle, Augment the little, and extol the vile. But if those ancients, charming all below, Bade from their hearts celeftial mufic flow; If, praifing heroes, they awak'd around The nobler virtues, by the pow'r of found; If a rich vein of fancy fir'd the foul, And happy labour beautify'd the whole; If their bold thoughts a god-like spirit breathe, Who from their brows fhall tear the living wreath? Then be it thine, O WAKEFIELD! these to To fpread their wisdom, and their glory raise; Britannia's nurtur'd vallies fhall rejoice. Be this thy praife-mine, vagrant love * to And in thy Mofchus hear Adonis fpeak; Preís on my foul, and fink me with their weight. Appall'd, I throw. my wond'ring eyes around, And tremble while I tread Virgilian ground.†, Now warmer paffions in my bofom rife, And tears unfeign'd gufh quicker from my eyes; While thou, foft Pity's bardt! art heard to moan, And all thy tragic forrows are my own. * Mr. W. has edited the poems of Bion and Mofchus, the moft confpicuous of which are, the Ex Tapios Adwvidos by Bion, and the Epws Δραπετίδης of Μofcbus. Mr. W. has edited the works of Virgil, with emendation and concife notes; he has likewife published an edition of Horace. Mr. W. has edited fome Greek tragedies, under the title of TRAGEDIARUM DELECTUS; among the most eminent of thefe, are, the HERCULES FURENS, the ALCESTIS, and the Ion of Euripides, who has been called the Bard of Pity, and was particularly admired and imitated by Milton and Collins. MONTHLY MAG, No. XVI. 299 Lo! rev'rend Homer || quits his awful fhades, And feems to liften to th' Aonian maids } From Phoebus' hands he wrefts the golden lyre; The god tranfported owns his equal fire. Now foothing ftrains his raptur'd mind compofe, And fettled glory gilds his placid brows! Nor with those idle wits who fiction weave, And dictate nought that reafon can believe, Shall rank th' illumin'd fage whom now you raise, The kill'd Lucretius! crown'd with learned |