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There is another assertion in this work, which I shall be most happy to find, from the admiration in which I hold every thing that has proceeded from his pen, is not a mistake also but which, I much fear, he, and all of us, shall be convinced is one-it is, that the Bishop has left many valuable manuscripts for publication by his executor; as I have heard with much regret, from an authority which I cannot doubt, that, from that excess of diffidence which characterised the whole of this most respectable man's deportment, he destroyed the greater part of his papers, previous to his translation to a state he had so uniformly endeavoured to render himself deserving of; and that very little, if any thing, which is not already before the publick, will appear in the Edition of his works, which will be shortly published by the Rev. Mr. Hodgson and, as a Life of the Bishop, to be prefixed to that Edition, by Mr. Hodgson, has long been announced as forthcoming, this by a Layman might as well have been altogether omitted.

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Yours, &c. An old occasional Correspondent, R. E. R.

Mr. URBAN,

Dec. 10.

"A Reader for a Quarter of a

Century" enumerates, p. 418, several English families, whose arms, he says, may be mistaken for those of the last Monarchy of France. Those of Guildford, Lisburne, De Burgh, Dysart, and Wood of Gloucestershire, have very little resemblance, if any; and the fleur-de-lis, in the arms of Wynne, Lord Newborough, are yellow. There was an officer of the name of Carmichael, serving in the guards of Louis XIV. who was, most probably, the Major Carmichael en

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quired after. He certainly impaled the Royal arms of France with a small baton, similar to that borne under the old Government, by the "Princes Legitimes de France." Whom he married, I cannot inform your Correspondeut, but it certainly was not an English lady, as no family in this country bears those arms. France, several noble families quartered the Royal achievement, bore them in a canton, on a chief, or with, difference, as do some of our great English families (Manners, Beaufort, Seymour, &c.) for particular services, or illustrious descent; but this bearing was simply "France," not as an augmentation, but as a coat, therefore I cannot help thinking, he allied himself by marriage to the Blood Royal.

May I intrude a few words more on the subject of the fleur-de-lis? All old authors speak of it as originally a flower. Chaucer says:

"His necke was white as the fleur de lys."

There is a curious legend concerning it in the Boke of St. Alban's; and the Regal motto, Lilia non laborant, neque nent, plainly indicates, that it was considered as a flower by French Heralds; and in the old time before them. NAT. ORWADE, D.D.

Mr. URBAN, Shadwell, Aug. 21. WHI HILST shaving myself at my

glass, pendant to my tomahawk stuck in the trunk of a tree, whose size and age made it appear almost cöeval with Time itself, I unfortunately fell into a reverie, that might have been of dangerous consequence; for the razor making several severe and deep incisions, produced a flow that soon convinced me I must cease to wander, and attend to the business under hand. It was on a Sunday morning, that we run the boat's stern on shore; and I sprung out of her on a spot where, I then fancied, and still believe, the foot of man never trod before. This circumstance set my imagination afloat, and produced queries in my mind, which can afford the most intellectual plea sure to stand where man never stood before? or traverse that spot where the first man dwelt? being in the same parallel of Latitude, and just one half the world from it in Longitude, or near about it. Fancy, with her airy, wings, wafted me from the spot

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where I stood, to the banks of the Hiddikel, and my chin and face became victims to the wanderings of my mind. Thus far have I traced back the pleasure (and pain too) arising from traveling; and, although I have not yet accomplished my determination respecting the question above alluded to, yet there is one thing certain fixed in my mind; that, after an absence of a few years, the Wanderer enjoys with inexpressible delight, the travels in his own native country; and Old England fills his heart with joy. Impressed with this idea, I have not failed to embrace every opportunity, so rational and so pleasing as that is, of visiting in every direction my native land. No tomahawk, no rifle, is wanted here; no bear-skin for the weary limbs to repose on, nor saddle as a pillow for the aching temples to rest on, is, wanted here. Comforts and indulgences spring up at every stage. The body glides over the surface of the best cultivated and happiest country in the world, whilst the mind experiences the joyous sensation, that it is at Home. Englishmen are all so: they all sigh for home. Go to a plantation, and you will find the owner employed with the cheering prospect of getting forward, that he may go home. Not so the Spaniard, nor the Frenchman; they seem fully satisfied to be fixed and stationary. We must not call this principle in an Englishman, restlessness

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I can by no means admit it is too amiable.

How I came to trouble you with this exordium to the following communication, Į know not; unless it was from those feelings, which are

"Warm from the heart,
And faithful to its fires."

Whilst I recount the rambles through the various counties, and constrast my pleasure and my comforts with former difficulties and privations, I am but paying the same tribute to my country, which every man does on his return; that he thinks every one smiles upon him; and he feels himself on the most agreeable spot in the world. It is England; it is Home!

Pursuing my intentions in a former letter, I again transmit you an epitaph, on the Rev. Mr. Potter's child at Tyamouth.

"O happy probationer, accepted without being exercised."

At Stamford Baron.

"Blest be the hand divine, that safely laid

My heart at rest within this silent shade. Guarded by HIм, my sweet repose I'll take!;

wake." And rise in triumph, when my dust shall At Leigh, in Essex:

"In this dark cell remains the silent dust

Of one who was both merciful and just; True to his word; and (which is seldom known)

A PIOUS SEAMAN, who his God did own." At Grays, in Essex:

"Behold the silent grave; it doth embrace

A virtuous wife, with Rachel's lovely face, Sarah's obedience, Lydia's open heart, Martha's kind care, and Mary's better part.

On a small tablet in St. James's and

St. Mary's Church-yards, St. Edmond's Bury, is written :

"Mary Hasleton, a young maiden of this town, born of Catholick parents, and virtuously brought up; who, being in the act of Prayer, repeating her Vespers, was instantaneously killed by a flash of lightning, August 16, 1785, aged 9 years!!"

Having spent my Sunday at Litchfield, enjoyed the solemn services of the day at the Cathedral ; felt myself on English classic ground; I pursued my route, walking at times on the banks of the beautiful Trent, memorable in History, pleasing in its meanders, and gliding through a charming country.-At Stone I found the following epitaph, with which I will for the present conclude.

On Esther Astbury, aged 37. "Belov'd in life, in memory still most dear, [cere ; Here tears shall flow, both sacred and sinThy friends shall hither bend their pensive way;

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Thy children here a filial rev'rence pay; And, as they linger o'er thy silent urn, Quick to their thoughts thy merit shall re[ hymn thy praise; With plaintive tongues they then shall Shall say what virtues did adorn thy ways; What tender feelings glow'd within thy [kind!"

mind;

In love how faithful! and to friends how

From 90 Degrees of Longitude, to the Meridian of London, I am, and ever have been,

Your obliged servant, T. W.
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an enjoyment to the Wise- whilst Literature adorns intellect, and this rolling orb sinks not again into the dark night of Ignorance, your name, Jacob Von Helbert, shall stand for more than usual goodness of heart! Hunger, so hard to volunteer in, was nobly suffered, to save one exposed insulted woman from the machinations of a faithless, sensual, lordly despot. You have the thanks of her whole sex, and are marked WORTHY amongst your own. Adieu !

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(To be continued.).

MR. URBAN, Dec. 7. EVERAL of your Readers having represented to me, that the reference which I have given to Rees's Encyclopædia, for explanation of the various terms used for Clouds, is insufficient, inasmuch as, in all probability, nine out of ten of your Readers do not possess that work, I must request you to insert at length the following Definitions and Observations.

name."

These are observations from a representative of Miss B. celebrated in p. 234;, and I am now admonished about the Israelite merchant on-board the Pelham. Capt. W. it seems, had made solicitations to his fair passenger, but gained only contempt; repeated indelicate behaviour at length occasioned her neglect of the summons to the Captain's table, who then tried another scheme, not over-galdant she was to be starved into compliance.

All that time, the Jew in question constantly supplied Miss B. with half of every fowl he got. This was a favour, Mr. Urban, not to be valued enough, where hunger has never been endured in reality! Many an anxious greedy spell is recorded in my journals: my prompter knows all this; and triumphantly calls for impartial procedure. The Jew's kindness, now stated, exalts his character in her estimation, far above a seabrute's common-place courage. Be it so: can I do less than subscribe to the lady's opinion?

Jacob Von Helbert is gathered to his fathers yet, as every triumph of truth is a Jubilee in the world of spirits, this judgment, however late bestowed, nay delight him there. My fair monitress siniles now at the last sentence: I consider it a smile of gratification, such as our beneficent Jacob must enjoy even in Sarah's bosom. I am again admonished to "Abraham's."

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The slave of woman from my cradle up, I do but obey. Well, old boy, be happy at the moorings of your cast: but the mistaken gratitude of a too zealous pen would have allotted a softer birth. It hazards no mistake, I am confident, in this promise. Whilst reading continues a favourite amusement of the Silent and Contemplative, a solace to the Learned,

CIRRUS. Def. Nubes cirrata tenuissima, undeque crescens, constans fibris vel parallelis, vel flexuosis, vel divergentibus.

Obser, Clouds of this modification

occupy a very high region; they are usually the first which make their appearance after a continuance of clear weather: they often appear like faint white lines, pencilled along the blue sky; at other times, they diverge and ramify in several directions, giving the appearance of a horse's tail in the wind, whence the country people call them Mares' tails.

In this case, they usually precede high wind; and, indeed, their appearance, in any form, indicates a troubled state of the atmosphere, and, consequently, a change of weather. This will be best illustrated, by considering their appropriate use, which scems to be, that of serving as conductors, to equalize the electricity of different portions of air, or aqueous vapour, placed at a distance from each other. Suspend a lock of hair to an insulated conducting body, and then give to that body a strong charge; the hair will immediately diverge to equalize, as speedily as possible, the electricity of the conductor with that of the surrounding air, and you will have a complete artificial Čirrus.

CUMU

CUMULUS. Def. Nubes densa cumulata sursum crescens, sæpè conica.

Obser. The Cumulus is a large aggregate of aqueous vapour, suspended in the atmosphere. It varies its form considerably; sometimes appearing like a conical heap of dense structure; at others, it spreads so as quite to obscure the sky. Its proper office appears to be, that of conveying large quantities of water from place to place, for the more equal irrigation of all parts of the earth; whence it is called in the country, Water Waggon. The change which takes place before it can descend in rain, will be noticed under Nimbus.

STRATUS. Def. Nubes liquoris modo expansa, deorsum crescens, terræ incumbens.

Obser. This Cloud constitutes what we call fogs and mists. It is to be observed, however, that all fogs are not Strati: those commonly called wet fogs are, by some, supposed to be of the modification of Cirrostratus. See Howard on Clouds, p. 21. CIRRO-CUMULUS. Def. Nubes nu-. beculis multis subrotundis et agmine appositis constans.

Obser. This Cloud often appears like a collection of fleeces of wool, scattered about in the sky; which Virgil calls vellera lanæ. This modification is more frequent in summer, than in winter: it is often seen in the intervals of showers; and frequently precedes an increase of temperature.

CIRRO-STRATUS. Def. Nubes extenuata subconcava, vel undulata; sæpiùs nubeculis hujus generis in agmine appositis constans.

Obser. The Cirro-stratus, like other Clouds, varies very much in its general appearances. Sometimes it is disposed in parallel bars, or streaks; at other times, it gives the idea of shoals of fish. Its prevalence generally prognosticates rain, snow, or hail; and sometimes all. I have observed, that when the Cirrus appears alone, very often only wind succeeds; but, if it be followed by the Cirrostratus, rain almost always is the consequence. It is this Cloud which refracts the light of the sun, moon, and stars, in such manner, as to produce those lucid rings, called Halos: which, for that reason, almost always indicate a fall of rain or snow. GENT. MAG, December, 1810,

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Def. Nubes

basim plunam undique supercrescens, vel cujus moles longinqua partim plana, partim cumulata videatur.

Obser. This Cloud seems to result from the blending of the Cirrus, or Cirro-stratus, with the Cumulus. It is this modification which forms those heaps of clouds, piled mountanous, which in summer precede thunderstorms.

CIRRO-CUMULO-STRATUS, or NIMBUS. Def. Nubes vel nubium congeries, in pluviam se resolvens.

Obser. Any of the preceding modifications may increase, so as to obscure the sky; and they may all exist separately in the atmosphere at one time but it appears, that rain will fusion of two or more of them togenot be produced, except by the conther, which forms the true Nimbus. The present theory of rain seems to be, that the minute particles of water composing each modification, being similarly electrified, cannot collapse so as to produce rain; which must result from the confusion of two more modifications, differently electrified *.

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Having given a brief sketch of the several modifications of Cloud, it will be proper to observe; First, that any one of the above modifications may pass into any other; or may remain for some time in an intermediate state. Secondly, that the figure or shape of a Cloud, is a thing quite different from its modification. Thirdly, that a Cloud will sometimes consist of two modifications, one end of a Cirro-cumulus having passed into the modification of Čirro-stratus sooner than the other. Fourthly, a Cloud will sometimes become alternately Cirro-cumulus and Cirro

stratus,

Your limits will not permit me, at present, to say more on this interesting subject. I shall therefore reserve the farther cousideration of the phænomena of rain and thunder storms, for a future occasion. Yours, &c.

THOMAS FORSTER.

*See Howard on Clouds; also Cavailo's " Complete Treatise of Electricity."

ILLUS

ILLUSTRATIONS OF HORACE.

BOOK I. SAT. X.
RITICISM is the general subject

discernment and great propriety ; and that exactly the man of greatest consequence and wealth (Asinius

CRITICISM is the Being a vindica Pollio) is the very one who is passed

over with a slight mention of his essays in tragedy, without any commendation whatever.

Actuated uniformly by the same generous and liberal sentituents, he is void of all appearance of vanity and ostentation in the list he introduces, at the conclusion of this piece, of his patrons and friends, or, as he expresses it, of those, whom, as a Poet, he would wish to please; and posterity, after a lapse of eighteen hundred years, beholds the matter in so very different a point of view, that, however honourable to him it was in the estimation of his contemporaries to be able to reckon the most illustrious, great, and eminent persons of Rome, amongst his friends, at present all the honour is entirely on their side; and the place assigned to them by Horace in this list, is a prouder title in our eyes, than all the splendid ho

tion of the verdict he had passed in
the fourth Satire, on his predecessor
Lucilius. The admirers of that old
Bard were still so numerous, and so
warm, that Horace, by the freedom
with which he had delivered his opi-
nion him, had displeased a great
part of his own. A certain Hermo-
genes Tigellius (who, I should con-
ceive, is to be distinguished from the
favourite of Julius Cæsar of that
name) seems to have put himself
at the head of a cabal composed of
poetasters, grammaticasters, witlings,
and pedantic virtuosi (who must have
been sorry enough to be his clients)
and, by the clamour they raised
against our Poet and his novel at
tempts, to have afforded immediate
occasion to the present performance.
In it Horace speaks more plainly and
expressly than before, respecting
what (in his apprehension) consti-
tuted the grace and elegance of
poesy, and the defect whereof was
precisely that which he exposed in
Lucilius; but so far was he from
bringing into dispute the wit_and_mirer.]
humour for which the veteran Bard
was so much admired by the Romans,
that he even acts with greater lenity
towards him, from modesty and dis-
cretion, than we probably should do,
if we had the entire writings of Luci-
lius before us.

Horace seizes this convenient opportunity for bearing public testimony to the most eminent poets of his time, with the generality of whom he lived in friendly and familiar intercourse: If we here miss the names of Ovidius, Tibullus, and Propertius, it can only be, because Tibullus had probably not yet shewn himself as a Poet; and Propertius and Ovid, at the time when Horace penned this Satire (in the year 717) had hardly outgrown their infancy. If, moreover, from the circumstance, that of all the Poets celebrated by him, Virgil alone has been crowned by posterity, we are led to suppose, that his friendship for the persons, or, perhaps, even some political regards may have interfered in his judgment of the rest yet we must at least confess, that he has discharged that duty of friendship and courtesy, with nice

ours, princely ancestors, titles, and distinctions, of which some of them while living, were so vain.

Luberi mimos ut pulchra poëmata

The Romans, from time immemorial, were passionately fond of all sorts of dramatical buffooneries. One of them consisted in that species called Mimes, which (together with all their other artes ludicre) they seem to have learnt of the Greeks. As, of all the mimes *, in which both the Grecian and Roman theatres abounded to superfluity, not a single piece is come down to us, we cannot form any adequate conception of that form of poetry. From what the modern Philologists have gathered from the writers of antiquity, with reference to this subject, thus much, however, is apparent; that they were monodramas; that their principal business consisted in the burlesque representation of low comic characters and passions, and raising broad laughter in the audience; that the authors, therefore, in the choice

*The term mimus is of ambiguous interpretation. Sometimes it denotes, with

the Antients, a sort of mono-dramatic poem; sometimes him who composed it; and, still more commonly, him that acted

it.

Even the male and female pantomimic dancers were often abruptly called mimi and mime.

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