vest, the Brahmin is sent for, who burns ghee, and says prayers over the collected heap; all present join in the ceremony; and the Brahmin receives, as his part, one measure of grain in that implement which is employed in winnowing it. He is employed by all the farmers, and at each harvest he collects no contemptible tithing for a village curate; besides this, the Brahmin" receives many different fees and annuities. At each marriage he claims five per cent. of the bride's whole portion; in cases where the parents can afford no marriage dower, the bridegroom pays the Brahmin his fee, which rises with the circumstances of the party: but even to a poor man it costs five rupees. POETRY. POETRY. ODE for the NEW YEAR, 1803. By HENRY JAMES PYE, Esq. Poet-Laureat. HOUGH the tempestuous winds no more THOUS The main with angry pinion sweep, Though raging 'gainst the sounding shore, The pilot marks th' uncertain sky, Prompt or to spread or furl the sail, Mindful of many a danger past, Tost by the turbid wave, check'd by the adverse blast. Not keen Suspicion's jealous glance, Not fierce Contention's feverish rage, Shall bid Britannia point the lance New realms to grasp, new wars to wage. In conscious rectitude elate, In conscious power securely great, Provoke not the ensanguin'd field, More than the wary pilot's cautions urge The wind's tempestuous strife, or swell the foaming surge, O from our shores be exil'd far Ambition's wild and restless crew, Who through the bleeding paths of war, Whose burning thirst, still unsubdu'd Glares on the regions round with fiend-like eyes, Nor Sophistry's insidious art E'er lull the manly Briton's heart. Peace only sheds perennial joys on those Who guard with dauntless arm the blessings Peace bestows. ODE for His Majesty's BIRTH-DAY, 1803. By the Same. RITAIN, alas! has woo'd in vain, BR Reluctant Peace, thy placid charms; Compell'd, she treads once more th' ensanguin'd plain, In notes of festive triumph drown'd: On this auspicious day the Muse, Jocund, with graceful voice, her wonted theme pursues. Amid the boast of tyrant pride, The pomp of state, the arm'd array, Can all the shouts of slav'ry hide That slaves unwilling homage pay? No force can shield Ambition's head From noontide care, from midnight dread, Searches th' abode of blood and sin: While he who rules with virtuous sway, Sees ev'ry breast the bulwark of a throne, His people's surest guard, its sacred rights their own. Strike the bold lyre's responsive strings, A nation's votive breath by truth consign'd NATIONAL ADDRESS, Written by Sir JAMES BLAND BURGESS, And spoken by Mr. RAYMOND, previous to the Performance of the Tragedy of "Edward, the Black Prince," at Drury Lane Theatre, on Thursday, October 27, 1803. To charm, instruct, and dignify the age, Was long th' acknowledg'd province of the stage, When the free Muse, by fashion undebas'd, Stamp'd Worth with glory, with dishonour Crime; Such were the themes which once true Genius fir'd, And, while they crown'd the band with just applause, Such are the themes which now attention claim, Tood, England's England's triumphant Genius soar'd on high, Since, ere the recent wounds of War are heal'd, We'll circle round our altars and our throne, On England's shores his mad attack we brave. Resolv'd to triumph, or like men to fall. OCCASIONAL ADDRESS TO THE VOLUNTEERS, Written by WILLIAM BOSCAWEN, Esq Spoken by Mr. C. KEMBLE, at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden, on Friday, 25th November, 1803, after the Performance of the Play of "King Henry the Fifth," for the Benefit of the Patriotic Fund. IN Spartan bands to wake heroic fire, Renown'd TYRTEUS strung his martial lyre; To form the files, and guide the doubtful fray; |