"Thou canst not say I did it.” to Banquo's ghost, because he only commanded his assassination: MILTON's hero gloried in his undoing;thou mad, to go into that phial,

In a word, the former was a man No man will take counsel, but of many faults and many virtues; every man will take money; there-the latter nearly a pattern of perfec-fore money is better than counse!. tion-perfection attained by study

and dint of learning. SHAKSPEARE At Windsor I was observing to Was the child of fancy; MILTON my Lord Bolingbroke, that the the child of judgment. MILTON tower, where the Maids of Honon

lodged, (who at that time were not. The introduction to the charac very handsome) was much fre-ter of that eminent scholar is requented with crows. My Lord markably dignified.

said, it was because they smelt carrion.

Ibid. When Stella was extremely ill, her physicians said to her, Madam, you are near the bottom of the hill, but we will endeavor to get you up again. She answered, “Doctor, I fear I shall be out of breath before I get up to the top. Ibid.

I have often endeavored to establish a friendship among all men of genius, and would fain have it done. They are seldom above three or four contemporaries and if they could be united, would drive the world before them.

Swift to Pope, Sept. 20, 1723

The stoical scheme of supplying our wants, by lopping off our desires; is like cutting off our feet, when we want shoes. Swift.

Apart the mighty Hierophant adores,
Accomplish'd Jones !"

GRANT places the Augustan era

Ambition often puts men upon doing the meanest offices; so climb-of Hindu Literature, about half a ing is performed in the same pos-century before Christ; of which ture with creeping. Ibid. CALIDASA, the tragedian,, was the

principal ornament; and the poet The following couplet from reflections on his being cotemporaWRANGHAM'S Poem, on the res-ry with the Roman LUCRETIUS, toration of learning in the east, have been observed to discover which was among the candidates, genius and command of diction. for Mr. BUCHANAN's last prize, and While Asia's voice her Calidasa blest which was only not the best, may Hark! kindred spirits answer'd from as fairly be taken for the character the west. of Sir WM. JONES, as perhaps any thing that may ever be penned.

and epic transports burst on Mincio's There all his lofty tones Lucretius gave,

wave,

While rov'd the Matin bee o'er sweetest flow'rs

And all Hymettus bloom'd in Tibur's bowers.

Oh, could some god have rent the veil

His were the stores of LETTER'D TIME; Comprest The mind of ages in a single breast! The poem, that obtained the prize on this occasion, was by CHAS. GRANT, Esq. of Magdalen College, Cambridge, which indeed contains no couplet equally apposite on SIR WM. JONES, yet abounds in beauti-In ful passages.

away,

And join'd in one the masters of the "lay!

Illustrious names! tho' breath'd the inutual tone

distant climes, unknowing and unknown,

And some spher'd seraph, with the song beguil'd, Esmil'd Lean'd from his rolling arb to hear, and “Silent” Musæ "inter arma.' "The bard's apostrophe to war,

Yet haply, by a viewless touch impell'd, to passion, and its effects vary ac Your choral symphonies responsive cording to the climate and the cus, swell'd, tom of the people. At Japan, for instance, a man rips open his belly in the presence of his adversary, who is obliged to do the same, on the pain of being looked upon as a coward. In Italy, a man poinards. his enemy, which is much more convenient. In Spain, they plange their swords at each other with a one die with laughter. In France, degree of gravity sufficient to make they mount a coach together, exchange mutual civilities on their way, then alight in the Bois de Bous. logne, and with the utmost pleas

"war, by thee dismay'd "The classic graces fly their cherish'd shade;"

is fine; but the closing simile ad-
mirable.

"Oft their bright train, ere yet the
war arise,
[Aies:
Elen from its distant rumor shrinks and
So, ere it touch the steel, the solar ray
Plays off from the keen edge, and glides
away."

The idea, that the very first tal-antry give one another the choice ents," ethereal energies," are the peculiar glory of virtue, however, paradoxical, the poet enforces with signal felicity, and with extreme moral dignity vindicates the justice of heaven, in the distribution of intellectual distinctions.

given,

of having their throats cut, or their brains blown out. In England, they lay their hat, wig, and clothes in the middle of the street, and bruise each other with their fists, till they are tired. This effect of rage, the least silly of all of them, inasmuch as it is the least dangerous, has its particular rules, from which the combatants must never deviate, and besides which the spectators always take care to be observed. The combatants are forbid striking each other any where below the waistband: they must not pull one another's hair, if they happen to have any, nor must either strike his an tagonist when he is down; they may kill one another, if they can, by blows on the head and breast, and the victor is carried off in tri umph by the enraptured multitude.

CUSTOMERS OF A CIRCULATING
LIBRARY.

"Five changes a day!" said the

And kindled only by a ray from heaven.bookseller, describing his custo

OBSERVATIONS ON PASSION.

Ix every country of the world, mankind are more or less subject

mers with, quaint humour and shrewd brevity-ay, and come. for the sixth at night. I say, read' a book to the end, indeed! They

begin with the end, return to the and brandy stains of my metaphytitle, skip preface, jump to middle, sicians. O! but I must not fordash again to end, and away for a-get to mention my whisperers, most nother volume! As to my folio of whom send confidentials; or and quarto gentry, Master Dug-such as venture themselves, hem, dale, Domine Chillingworth, Gaffer cough, blush, stammer, and so Clarendon, and such like old Gre-forth have I got this?could I cians, they don't come home for get that? for, for, for a friend in half a year; great bodies, move the country!" Others desire me slow." "In the name of non-to make a parcel two-penny post sense," says one customer," why list-ready money-own price-no do you send me such trumpery as questions asked to be called forthis? Buffon's History, Harris's cash in hand-and all in the way Hermes, Hume's Sketches, British of snug. Thus I dispose of my Zoology! Here! bring them in, good things-sometimes tucked if you can, Thomas; they have al- between muslins, cambrics, silks, most broke down my coach.". satins, or rolled in a bundle, then "Really, Sir, exclaims another thrown into a coach by some of my customer," sailing stately into the fair smugglers; the old ones, mean shop two lazy livery men behind, all while, mams and dads, never the be-book'd-"Really Sir, it is insuit-wiser.-Last enter, what I call my ing; your people will be troubling consumers-lasses, young and old, me with these contemptible things; who run over a novel of three, four, Children of Nature, Filial Piety, or five volumes, faster than bookMisfortunes of Love!" (All this men can put them into boards: time her servants were unloading.) three sets a day; morning volume, -"How often must I tell you, there noon volume and night volume. never were more than three or four Pretty caterpillars, as I call them, of these things, written since the because they devour my leaves. beginning of the world, worth, a ra- Devilish troublesome, though; but tional woman's reading, and they write as much as they read, corare now as old as the poles; and, responding misses, and so make it if you will persist in vexing my up to me in stationary. As to the nature with such trumpery, I posi-rational readers and writers, there tively must take my name out of must be a sprinkling of your high your books. You know. I study prizes; but they don't go much only metaphysics Let me have out. I keep most of my wise ones Priestley on Necessity, Mande-to myself; such as Master Gibbon, ville's Fable of the Bees; and you Domine Robertson, Old Verulam, may throw in some nonsense for and bold Sir Isaac.* the servants."-Then fluttered out of their carriage a bevy of young all their worth in their dress. They things. " These," said the are printed and embellished with all bookseller, "only read a volume or the splendor of literary foppery. If two in a week: toilette students, you hear any one praising a new publiwho just run over a letter or chap-cation, now-a-days, and ask him in ter at hair-dressing time: my books what its merits consist, he will describe come home so powdered, so pom-Whatman's best wire-wove paper, (soft them thus: 66 Sir, it is printed on atumed, so perfumed, my old dons as a glove,) the type beautiful, bound

and ladies declare they are worse than the strong waters, snuff blots,

* Books now, like coxcombs, have

in morocco, and, in a word, as elegant and tasty a thing as ever was seen,"

endearments, by the glow that burns on the page of sentiment. It is this that makes us feel of one family, and move at the interment of a CARTER,* as mourners at a sister's funeral. Let stoics talk of such grief being in honor of ourselves. To gratify their 'sordid feelings, who is there that would check the tear? Does it offend any in the literary world? Not one.. It should fall for literature and man, at the demise of her, who, in an age of vice and of falsehood, had done so much to give "ardour.to virtue and confidence to truth."

If it be true, that improvement in morals is proportionate to improvement in mind; that there is a heaven for the truly learned, as well as the righteous; Mrs. Carter's apotheosis is already complete, and the "good and faithful servant" been repeated from the lips of her own EPICTETUS. Editor.

THE Panorama, now exhibiting at Charlestown, is worthy the attention of the amateur, the histographer, and the patriot. The principal group, and the best painted, is that where Sir Ralph Abercrombie is presenting a sword, captured from a French officer, to Sir Sidney Smith, in recompense for his having afforded him assistance, after being thrown from his horse. The brave General Moore, Sir Robert Wilson, the historian of the war, and Col. Doyle make a distinguished figure upon the piece. But the painter, Mr. Porter has taken a liberty with his subject, which though historical truth will not warrant, was doubtless politic and perhaps not uninteresting. He seems to allow sargeant St. Clair, of the 42d regiment, the credit of taking the invincible standard of Bonaparte's legion, by representing him in the act of seizing it from a French || officer; and yet, at a small distance, Antoine Lutz, of the Queen's German regiment, who in fact took it, and brought it in, is also in the act of obtaining one from another officer. It has been doubted whether St. Clair had a anything to do with it; but if he really took it, it is agreed that it was taken from him, and that Lutz afterwards seized it. But by representing both actions; asserting lines, which, for harmony of verIT is with regret that we decline in facts happening at the same moment, Mr. Porter involves himself in an inconsification and purity of diction, equal sistency at the same time that he is af those of B. "To May." But the variforded opportunity of complimenting ety of pieces we had previously rethe brave 42d regiment, as well as of ceived and published on similar subavoiding to hurt the feelings of Lutz jects, constrains us., Whether St. Clair should have any credit, is another consideration.

*For the death of Mrs. C. see Month. Lit. Adv. (Lond.) for March last.

To CORRESPONDENTS.

R** has dignified one of his commu

The painting is lively, vivid and afnications for the present number with feeting. We have no doubt every visit or experiences abundant gratification in contemplating it, especially as the prin cipal characters represented are drawn from life.

Literary Notice.

Editorial duty is never more painful, than when it exacts the notice of liter ary bereavement. There is an attach ment for every son and daughter of re finement that makes us feel the loss of one, who, though unseen was not un known, and though a stranger, familiar. It is kindled, not by the glance of the

eye or the movement of a fair hand but by the interchange of intellectual

the title of translation from the Greek of MELEAGER. But from him we prefer indigenous plants to exotics...

Lines to M**** came too late for insertion in our last number.

In Emerald, No. 2, we mentioned that a life of DERMODY, the Irish poet, was expected in January. We are happy in being able this evening to offer an extract from that work,

"The Fables" are continued in this

number. A sound appetite can relish

the fruits of truth and the flowers of fiction."