A SONG.

By the Rev. J. GRAHAM, M. A. For the Anniversary of OLIVER GOLDSMITH, celebrated at Mr. Leed's Inn in Ballymahon, on Wednesday the 29th of Nov. 1820, when a Subscription was set on foot to erect at Lissoy a Monument to the Memory of Goldsmith. (See p. 445.) NEAR eighty years are pass'd and gone, The world turn'd upside down, Since GOLDSMITH, mourning, and alone, Forsook his fav'rite town;

On INNY's banks he bade adieu

To scenes of early joy,

And took, in tears, his farewell view

Of PALLAS and LISSOY.

And long and far o'er Europe wide,

The Bard compell'd to roam,
Let weal or woe to him betide,

His heart was still at home;
And from the spot he dearly lov'd,
But ne'er beheld again,
He felt that ev'ry mile he mov'd

"He dragg'd a length'ning chain."

When crossing o'er the "lazy SCHELD,"
Or "wand'ring by the Po,"

The thoughts of home his fond heart held,
His bosom fill'd with woe;

And when his charming Muse he found,
The sweetest of the Nine,
And sung of these dear scenes around,
The strain became divine.

THE COTTAGER.

HAPPY the swain whose guiltless breast

With conscious virtue warmly glows, Who sinks with placid thoughts to rest, Unvex'd with cares-unhurt with,woes. Who seeks the fragrant vale at morn, And whistles to beguile the way; While many a spangle decks the thorn, And many a warbler hails the day. Who cheerly toils till fiercer skies The panting hills and vallies feel, Then to some shady corner hies,

And grateful makes his humble meal. There no repining thoughts intrude

He knows that much remains undone, So springs to work with strength renew'd, Nor ends but with the setting Sun. Then at the eve, when labour's o'er,

And to his cot, fatigued, he's come, His smiling partner at the door

Welcomes her much-lov'd husband home. His sportive children dance around,

Then fondly climb their father's knees, And tell their joys in lisping sound,

Scarce understood, but sure to please. And when the homely board is spread, To him they hold their little hands, And ere he eats, are duly fed,

As age and appetite demands. Then gather'd round their humble hearth, While crickets chirp an evening lay, With social chat and harmless mirth The moments sweetly glide away. And when they all retire to rest, The day is clos'd with praise and prayer: Say, then, is not the Peasant bless'd, Who leads a life so free from care? HUNTINGDONIENSIS.

TO ALARIC A. WATTS, ESQ.
By J. H. WIFFEN.

I HEAR a voice in this deep hour

Of midnight; it is true, my friend,
That unsubstantial things have power
The settled spirit's strength to bend,
And to our aspirations lend
The mystic key of smiles and tears;
A shaken harp-a gust of wind,
Can thus unlock within my mind
The spells of vanished years.
I hear the' inhospitable rain

Against the illumined casement beat,
With somewhat like a sense of pain,
That the ripe woodbines, young and
sweet,

Which over-arch this summer seat, Should on insurgent winds be driven, When June, if only for their sake, Should send her fine stars forth to make A blue and brilliant heaven. Perchance it has been ours to view With a like promise, like decay Of powers, that freshly as they blew, Were worn by pining griefs away. GENT. MAG. November, 1820.

Howe'er it be-whate'er the sway With which my spirit droops, I cast

A mournful eye on figures fled, Those apparitions of the dead, The Passions of the Past!

Mine were rich visions of the bright

And beautiful! sweet thoughts that ran Through many a change, and made Delight

In all the bounteous bride of man ;
A fascinated eye-whose scan
Was fix'd in overwheening quest

On angel-forms that go and come
With sympathy, that make their home
The enthusiast's virgin breast.
The hills-the woods-I trod with awe,
I peopled solitude with dreams
Of Oread, Dryad, Faun, and saw
Naiads by brooks and babbling streams;
Whilst solemn and romantic themes
And antique fables, swarm'd around

By Greek or Tuscan Prophet pour'd,
From lyric strings, and I ador'd
In strong entrancement bound.

I gaz'd within the glass of Hope;
I saw her dazzling suns, and laid
My hands upon her telescope

To grasp the images display'd:

It shiver'd at my touch-betray'd Aud baff'd, from her world I drew; Each wonted impulse lost its force, From sorrow, as a slight resource, To Poesy I flew.

She acts no false dissembler's part,

Her accents, merciful and mild,
Fall sweet upon the wounded heart,
As Beauty's o'er her weaning child.
Amid her valleys, green and wild,
At summer-eves loose loitering,

With daring hand I sought to strip
Some flowers that bore a kindredship
With day-dreams of my spring.

When gather'd, they were soon thrown by,

The lightly won are lightly lost, And sorrow has a wayward eye

That soon forgets what pleas'd it most, Of what remains I ill can boast; In hours of gloom and mental strife, THOU Cam'st across my solitude, (Apollo to a wintry wood)

And warm'd the leaves to life.

These reliques thus, with grateful heart,
To thee, dear Alaric, I bring,
To whose fine hand the Nine impart
The concords of a sweeter string;
Familiar access to their spring
Of starry visions thou canst vaunt ;
Enough for me if not denied,

A chance-brought votary by thy side
To tread their hallowed haunt.

Woburn, June 23, 1820.

IVth

ven;

Thy mounting souls shall forth and live,
And as the stall-fed calves, shall thrive:
Then shall the wicked, and the proud,
Like dust beneath thy feet be trod,
In that great day when I the Lord
In clouds shall execute my word.

Let not the law of Moses fail,
But let my statutes still prevail;
As when on Horeb's mount he stood,
And took the mandates from his God.
In flames of fire they did appear,
And Israel own'd her laws with fear.
Behold! 'ere I fulfil my doom;
'Ere this great dreadful day shall come,
Elijah with a prophet's voice,
Shall bid your troubled souls rejoice:
Children shall bow at his command;
And wrathful sires relenting stand:
Subdued by inspiration strong
That flows like honey from his tongue.
Contention, strife, and broils shall cease,
And every breath shall whisper peace;
Lest in my vengeance I reverse
Their bliss, and smite them with a curse.

JUNIUS.

HORACE, Book II. ODE XVI.
To GROSPHUS.

FOR ease, the seaman tempest-wreck'd
Implores amid th' Ægean storm,
When stars no more his course direct,
And clouds conceal the moon's pale
form.

For ease, the warrior Thracian prays,

Furious 'mid the battle's roar;
For ease, the Median, skill'd to raise
The quiver and the bow in war;
Ease, Grosphus, never to be sold
For gems, for purple, or for gold.

For neither riches, nor the power
Of Consul, can for one short hour
Remove the tumults of the mind;

Around the vaulted roof they fly,
The Cares, that hov'ring in the sky
Remain unalter'd, unconfin'd.

How blest the man in whom we see
His Father's plain frugality;
Nor fear, nor avarice e'er shall steep
In restlessness, his balmy sleep.

Why seek we, when so short our time,
To fly ourselves to foreign clime?
What exile ever leaves behind
The terrors of a guilty mind?

For care ascends the bark on high,
Equals in speed the horseman foe,
Swifter than the stags that fly,

Swifter than the winds that blow.

The mind from present pain at rest,

Should spurn all future thought or care, And temper with her smiles despairNothing is altogether blest.

Achilles died a warrior's death,
Tithonus ling'ring spent his breath,
And future time perchance to me
May give, what it denies to thee.

The bleating flocks, the lowing kine,
And the loud-neighing steed is thine,
And thine the wool right royally
Doubly dipt in purple dye.

The fates have not unkindly given
Content to me beneath the heaven,-
A little farm for humble use,
The spirit of the Grecian muse,
And scorn for malice, which the low
On unassuming worth bestow.

HOUSE OF LORDS, Oct. 27. The Attorney General commenced his address to their Lordships. He implored their Lordships to extend to him their indulgence. It would not be his duty to appeal to the passions of their Lordships in support of the Bill. This field had been opened to his learned friends on the opposite side. They had availed themselves of all that brilliant declamation, learned illustration, and apt quotation could afford, to the fullest extent; but for him was reserved (the more severe feelings), to examine with care the facts proved, and the evidence by which they were supported, on which alone he was satisfied that their Lordships would feel it to be their duty to decide. In examining the evidence, his learned friends had artfully (when he said artfully, he meant most judiciously) called out particular facts to make them a subject of comment, while they most carefully kept the leading features of the case out of view. He begged to recal to the recollection of the House what those leading features were. The first of them was that a person of the name of Bergami had been taken into the service of her Majesty, in a menial capacity at Milan, in the year 1814. That in a few months, without any apparent cause without any reasonable pretence, except that licentious intercourse which was charged in the Bill (and which he trusted he should satisfy their Lordships beyond all doubt had taken place), that man had been advanced in the most extraordinary manner. He was found on terms of the greatest familiarity with her Royal Highness; and this intimacy continued without diminution until she arrived at the opposite shore on her way to England, when he was dismissed - not dismissed her service, but to a seat which the Queen had provided for him at Milan, her regard for him continuing the same, though she had not dared to produce him in this country. These facts his learned friends had not attempted to contradict. The evidence of what had passed at Naples had been examined solely with a view to what he (the Attorney General) had stated in his opening speech, and then because the facts had not occurred exactly as he had described them, though substantially proved, they were said to have been overthrown. What had happened at Naples ? It had been proved, that on her Royal Highness's arrival the arrange

ment of the bed-rooms was altered, and that a room had been prepared for Wm. Austin, who had till then slept in the chamber of her Royal Highness, while Bergami, who had previously slept with the other servants in the suite of her Royal Highness, was removed to an apartmeut which had a private communication with that of the Princess. This arrangement took place on the night when her Royal Highness returned from the opera, when the exclusion of W. Austin from her room, and the introduction of Bergami into the apartment which had been de scribed, connected with the other facts proved in evidence, led directly to the conclusion, that on that night the adulterous intercourse had been commenced. With respect to her Majesty not getting up so early on the morning after going to the Opera, Sicard was called to contradict Dumont in this particular, but totally failed. Mr. Williams had stated that he would call a witness to disprove Dumont's deposition respecting the state of the beds at Naples. But where was this witness? The next case proved by Dumont was her meeting Bergami in the corridor one night, in his shirt, walking towards her Majesty's room; and stated that, when retiring from her Majesty's room, on opening the door, she saw Bergami advancing from the other end of the corridor. She instantly made her escape, as she called it, and when she had escaped, she heard the lock of the door turn so as to exclude the interruption of any person. The learned gentleman called their Lordships' attention to the evidence of Lady C. Lindsay, with respect to what took place on the journey from Rome to Civita Vecchia. The contiguity of the bed rooms of the Princess and Bergami at Genoa and Milan remained fully proved, as did also the alterations of the cabins on board the Leviatham. It had been strongly contended, that there was no impropriety in these parties sleeping together under a tent. In the 19th century it was gravely argued that impropriety and guilt were not to be inferred in such a situation, that Princesses might sleep with their menial servants under the same tent, without impropriety or guilt, because they were not undressed. The learned gentleman proceeded to show, that it would have been as easy, and infinitely more proper, for the Countess Oldi, Dumont, or Mariette, to have slept under the tent. The learned gentleman