CORNEILE VAN CLEVE. Born 1645-Died 1732.. Statues in the gardens of Versailles, Marli, and Trianon. High Altar of the Royal Chapel of Versailles.

EDME BOUCHARDON*. Born 1698-Died 1762. Busts, remarkable for antique simplicity, of Pope Clement XII. Cardinals Polignac, De Rohan, &c. Equestrian Statue of Louis XV. at Paris, in 1749, with the four Cardinal Virtues at the angles, of the proportion of six feet each. Dying Gladiator in the gardens of the Thuilleries, bronze. JEAN BAPTISTE PIGALLE,

Born 1714-Died 1785. Mausoleum of Marshal Saxe, in the Lutheran Church of St. Thomas, at Strasburgh, 1776. Monument of Count Harcourt in the Harcourt Chapel, St. Denis, 1780. Statue of Louis XV. at Rheims, in 1765. Group of the Union of Love and Friendship, in the gardens of the Palais Bourbon.

LAMBERT SIGISBERT ADAM. Born 1700-Died 1759. A model for the Fountain of Trevi at Rome. Figures of a River God

Mr. URBAN,

and Naiad for a Fountain at St. Cloud. Groupes of Diana, &c. in the Gardens of Choisy. Bust of Louis XV. as Apollo, crowned with laurel, the leaves and hair of which are of admirable delicacy.

RENE MICHEL Slodtz.

Born 1705-Died 1764. Mausolea of Montmorin and Cardinal Auvergne, Archbishops of Vienne in Dauphine, 1747; of Languet de Gergy in St. Sulpice, Paris, 1750.

JEAN BAPTISTE LE MOYNE.
Born 1704-Died 1778.
Equestrian Statue, bronze, of Louis
XV. at Bourdeaux.

JEAN PIERRE ANTOINE TASSAERT.
Died 1788.

The Lion on Northumberland House, and many statues for Frederick, King of Prussia, now at Berlin.

GUILLAUME COUSTON,

Born 1716-Died 1777. Groupe of Mars and Venus for the Gallery at Dresden. Mausoleum of the Dauphine, son of Louis XV. and his wife, in the Cathedral at Sens. Statue of Louis XV. at Menars, 1775. Yours, &c. E. M. S.

May 10.

Muriel, dau. to Thos. Howard, Duke of Norfolk, widow of John Gray, Visc. Lisle.

Pickering, Knt.

Lord Knevelt was buried in the Church of Stanwell, Middlesex, where there is a bandsome monument to his memory, with a long inscription; for which see Gent. Mag. vol. LXIV. p. 313. D. A. Y.

with the following very sensible and judicious remark:

"It appears that Yorkshire alone contains 265,000 acres of land capable of

cultivation. Now, supposing these acres to be cultivated, and to produce one quarter each of wheat or oats, what a vast addition of food would that county

enjoy, and what an incalculable benefit would thereby result to the nation at large !"

The general complaint of the people of England, at present, is, that there is not sufficient employment for the poor; and that the rates authorized to be collected for their maintenance, can with difficulty be raised by the agriculturist. Parliament is busily employed in devising a remedy for this melancholy condition of the country, at a period of profound peace, and when arts and manufactures, instead of languishing, ought rather to have advanced the riches of the nation; so that no complaining should be heard in our streets. Patriotic societies have lent their aid, and distributed their medals and honours for plans of improvement; but the spirit of ingenuity and industry still seems to languish. As a friend to the country, and an encourager of useful undertakings, pray allow me to call the attention of my fellow subjects to the sentiment above quoted. It may be the means of stemming the torrent which threatens to overwhelm us. It may save the land we live in from some of those scenes which we have had the misfortune to witness in the neighbouring nations. It may even prevent the disgrace of the reflection that with all the means of comfort. and happiness within our own power, we have remained idle spectators, or been mischievous speculators and wild experimentalists; whilst a little common sense would have effectually rescued us from the condition in which we languish and complain. Let us ask this plain question, For what purpose are the Poor Rates framed, and why do we desire to find occupation for the poor? The answer is obvious;-to supply the labouring classes with food and raiment for themselves and their families, by honest and becoming means. Why, then, not cultivate the waste lands of England? which are more than amply sufficient to supply both food and raiment for double and treble the number of the labouring population of the whole kingdom-instead of

sitting with our hands folded in supine inactivity, whilst the hardy sons and daughters of Industry are sailing in crowds from our shores, and seeking in distant lands those opportunities of exercising their talents, or employing their hands, which if not refused, are at least not allowed to them on their native island? It moves one's indignation and contempt to see system mongers inventing schemes of impracticable description, and laying out plans to effect impossibilities, whilst so plain and obvious a remedy is presented for all the real wants and distresses of the country. One talks of borrowing money to build houses of industry! Another labours hard to prove that the manufacture of some particular article of commerce may be advantageously entered into; without regard for local and personal objections, which rise up in formidable opposition to their schemes! Food and raiment are the common wants; and these are of easy supply. They may be directly produced by the cultivation of our waste lands, the use of the plough and the flail, and the management of flocks and herds. For these arts of rural life no apprenticeship is necessary, no long period of unproductive employment is requisite, to qualify the undertakers. Protection and indulgence are all that can be required of the Legislature, and prudent and discreet management in the superintendants of a plan full of benefit, and evidently and essentially useful in its results. To this object I hope some more able pen will incessantly call the attention of the country, until either that or some other equally advantageous method of alleviating the present distresses be carried into effect.

"MILITARY MEMOIRS, OBSERVATIONS, AND POEMS,

OF

JOHN GWYNN,

The melancholy consequences of the war of 1641 had not yet ceased in Ireland at the time of the Commonwealth, though several years had elapsed. The conspiracy of Rerunccini with Owen and Neal to break the truce of Kilkenny, had occasioned such disturbance as was not soon to be pacified.

The Marquis of Ormond had long endeavoured in vain by opposing the power of the Parliament, and treating with the Irish rebels, to restore that distracted country to its loyalty. We may judge what calamities private persons must have endured, when a King of England was reduced to the necessity of seeking shelter in a Scots' army.

With the last unsuccessful action bear Rathmines, perished the hopes of Charles, in Ireland. This event was shortly followed by the arrival of Cromwell, during whose Lieutenancy the tragical event recorded in the following Ballad, is supposed to have happened.

THE MAID OF AGHAVORE.
Once I was a lively lad,
As the springing season glad
Ere bebeld in its domain,
Or fair Summer in her train,
Or rich Autumn in his year:
Sing I could as sky-lark clear,
Ere, alas! the grief to tell,
Into chains of love I fell.

But now silent I must be,
Pity me-swains, pity me!
Pity me, since she's no more,
Beauteous Maid of Agbavore!
Then I knew not this world's state,
Nor regarded turns of fate,

How rebellious ERIN rose,
Treating Albion's sons as foes;
Or how sons of Albion led
O'er her plains dismay and dread,
Bidding terror to prevail
All around the English pale.

But now silent I must be, &c.
Ere to power dark CROMWELL grew,
Only peaceful days I knew,
Then it was my constant care
Ev'ry rural toil to share,
To the powers that guard the plough,
Then alone I paid my vow,
Love as then I had not prov'd,
Or the rapture to be lov'd.

But now silent I must be, &c. Oh! what changes Shepherds feel! I was doom'd to carry steel! Among Rebels-Royalist! Oh! what troubles had I mist, If I could my peace have priz'd, And as others-temporiz'd; But as yet no pains I tried, Yet I had not seen a bride.

Now all silent I must be, ¿e. To our Valley soon there came, As it chanced, a beauteous dame; Looks she had that far outvied, All our fragrant Valley's pride; Then so gentle was her soul, As if hearts she ne'er bad stole,

Sprung from a Cromwellian Chief;

But let Sorrow's song be brief.

Now all silent I should be, &c. Had I such a bride ne'er seen, Oh! how happy had I been, All so beauteous as I ne'er Can find matters to compare! Curls she had, out-shining jet; In her eye the sun was set, For her shape it was a pine, Wreath'd with fragrant eglantine.

But now silent I must be, &c. When I saw the fair I burn'd; She my passion soon return'd ; But when he, her father proud, Heard her faith to alien vow'd, Rising in bis anger fierce, Soon he did her bosom pierce With that rude unrighteous sword, Wherewith loyal breasts he gor'd!

Now all mournful I must be, &e.
Woods, that wave on mountain tops,
O'er whose moss the titmouse hops,→→→
Tell my tale to rustling gales,
Fountains, weep it through the vales!
And, with her own sorrow faint,
Let sad Echo join my plaint,
Since I've lost the brightest fair
E'er that breath'd our vallies' air!

Now all mournful must I be;
Pity me-swains, pity me!
Pity me, since she's no more,
Beauteous Maid of Aghavore !

Mr.

also of the alienation of the great tithes. No doubt there are documents in the Grove family, who inherited from the Chafins, which would throw considerable light on the subject. The above are merely my own conjectures, and are probably erroneous, for I am well aware, that Chantry" also means Churches endowed with salaries, for the maintenance of Priests, to sing masses for the souls of the deceased; and, if such was the appropriation of the Chantry rent, it decidedly proves this Church to have been in a flourishing state before the reformation. At any rate, the Chantry rent is a subject of curious investigation. The antiquity of this Church may be traced still higher than the Reformation, by this circumstance, that in the time of Henry the Third, a castle is said to have stood on a hill close to the town, and which is supposed at that time to have been in the centre of it. The hill is steep, and of considerable elevation, apparently artificial, and is still called "Castle-hill," the principal street in the town being also named Castlestreet. I am entirely ignorant ou what authority this tradition rests; Camden does not mention it, and I should like to be informed if it is to be found in any of our earliest Topographers and Historians. However, it is certain, that a part of the fosse still remains, and the entrance at the site where the gateway may be supposed to have stood, is still visible towards the East. I remember, when a boy, to have heard, that in digging on a part of the hill, for what purpose I know not, a door-way and steps of stone had been discovered, and also some fire-irons of an antique form. I mean to infer from these circumstances (and it is no improbable or unreasonable conjecture), that if the town in the time of Henry the Third, was of sufficient importance to possess a Castle, that it must necessarily possess a Church also, and which fixes its age at six hundred years at least; but its antiquity is probably much higher, as I think there can be very little doubt of its having been built soon after the Conquest, when the heavy Saxon began to give way to the light and elegant Gothic, and before the florid and highly ornamented style was introduced. I consider this Church then

to be highly worthy of the attention of the enlightened Antiquary; and, in a work professing to display the "Beauties of Wiltshire," it surely merited a description something more than the very concise one of "the parish Church is a large pile of building, and has a handsome square tower attached to it." Some years ago, I saw two engravings of this Church, from the East and South, and which I understood were intended for Mr. Britton's work. I hope he will insert them in his third volume. If a History of Wiltshire should be undertaken, and if Sir Richard Hoare should write that of the hundred of Mere, which he has promised to do, he will doubtless pay due attention to this Church, as it is situated in his immediate neighbourhood, and he possesses considerable estates in the parish. His capacity for the undertaking, and his literary taste, are indisputable. Yours, &c.

Mr. URBAN,

OBSERVER.

May 24. T was a remark of Chesterfield (a

nobleman whose eminent talents and polite accomplishments were tarnished by a laxity of moral principle, and occasionally by puerilities unworthy of his character as a writer of respectability) that the "Suaviter in modo," and the " Fortiter in re,” are rarely found combined in the same individual. His lordship proceeds to recommend a due attention to the one and to the other, and justly adds, that where they mingle their offices, the subject of them is generally regarded as a finished model of human excellence.

What is here spoken of in morals, may be thought to be equally true in literature, that a performance which shall please in every age, and under every circumstance, must combine real and solid matter of discourse, with true beauties of style. It is not sufficient that depth of thought and soundness of argument be conspicuous; it must be clothed in a proper, becoming, and elegant dress, in order to be permanently and enthusiastically applauded: and in order to secure a place among those imperishable monuments of human genius, whose fame suffers not through a lapse of time, but brightens with increase of years.

The world is now so far advanced in knowledge, and experimental good sense, that this is generally acknow

ledged;