1799.) 1Valpoliana, No. X.

39 to itself fix months for the examination of of ro important a queftion, the Institute has the labours, and the repetition of the expe- thought fic to divide it into two branches, riments which it expected from the candi- and to make it the subject of two prizes, by dates.

devoting to it, with the medal which was to This subject, fo important, which the have been adjudged in the year VII. on the Academy of Sciences had proposed in 1792, totality of the question already indicated, that and which the Institute judged it should which is to be disposed of for the presenc again offer to the researches and meditations year; confequently it proposesøfor the subject of the learned, has not been handled as was of the two prizes, to determine the functions expected ; only a single memoir has arrived, of the liver, by separating what has a relain which the question is not even so much as tion to the anatomical structure of the he. fketched out, and its author, who has neither patic system, from that which belongs to the perceived the scope nor true itate of it, has chemical examination of the liquids and folids bewildered himself in the labyrinth of an

of that system. cient hypotheses, and has not profited by the The first of these prizes will have for its anatomical and chemical resources which the object the forni, the situation, the magnitude, the Institute had pointed out in its programma. comparative weight, and the description of the

This fcantiness of works on a subject fo in- paren-chyma, of the vessels, of the canals of the teresting to one of the finest and most useful appendices of the liver, considered in the principal branches of physics, has led the Institute to clables of animals, from man to infeets, the molluscas imagine that the magnitude and extent of and worms. this question, and more especially the diffi- The second p-ize will have for its object culty of finding united in one single perton the analysis of tbe bepatic or cystic bile in the difthe anatomical and chemical knowledge which ferent classes of animals already noticed. the solution required, were the causes why The works may be written in French or no candidate had as yet appeared. Not to Latin, or in any other language the authors sheck the zeal of naturalists in the agitation chuse to adopt.

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NUMBER X. This Article is communicated by a Literary Gentleman, for many years in habits of intimacy with Mr. WALPOLI. It is partly drawn up from a collection of Bons-Msts, &c. in bis own band-writing ; partly from Anecdotes written down after long Conversations with him, in which be would, from four o Clock in the Afternoon, till tivo in the Morning, display those treasures of Anecdote with which bis Rank, Wit, and Opportunities, bad replenished bis Memory; and partly from Original Letters to the Compiler, or subjects of luiste and Literature. CXLI. CELLINI'S BELL.

ment is well exprest by a French poet, in NE of the pieces in my collection a drama on the banishment of Ariitides: the silver bell with which the popes used Mais que ne jouit il de la glire en secret to curse the caterpillars, á ceremony I be

CXLIII. SULLY'S MEMOIRS, lieve now abandoned. Lahontan, in his travels, mentions a like abfurd custom in

" It is history, madam : you know Canada, the folemn excommunication, by how the tale gues, ": faid Cardinal Mazathe bishop, of the, turtle doves, which rine to the queen dowager of France. greatly injured the plantations.

But in no respect is hiftory more uncerFor this bell I exchanged with the tain than in the description of battles. Marquis of Rockingham all my Roman Sully observes that when, after the battle coins in large brass. The relievos, re

of Aumale, the officers were standing pretenting caterpillars, butterflies, and around the bed of Henry IV. not two other inie&ts, are wonderfully executed. of all the number could agrte in their 20Cellini, the artist, was one of the most

count cithe engagement. extraordinary men in an extraordinary

Though the original folio edition of age. His life, written by himself, is Sully's Memoirs be very confused in more amusing than any novel I know.

the arrangement, it is worth while to turn it over for many curious parti

culars. The account of his embassy to Envy, though one of the worst and James I. is particularly interesting, and meance of our passions, seems somehow lays open the politics of that day with a w!ural to the human breatt. This fentie masterly hand.








It appears from Sully's original work death-bed, his lady desired him to receive that Henry IV. intended that all Europe the facrament. Do you think,” said hould be composed into fitteen domi- he, “ that it will do me any good ?”– nations, so as to form one vaft republic, Certainly," she answered. He took it : peaceful in itself, and capable at all times and, after half an hour, said to her, “ My of pacifying all its constituent itates' dear, what was that little thing you made This scheme was to be adjusted in such a me take? You said it would do me good, manner, that each state would find it moft but I do not feel a bit better." for its own interest to support it on all

CXLVI. VIRTUOSI. occasions.

Virtuofi' have been long remarked to I have marked a passage in the first vo- have little conscience in their favourite lume, p. 31, full of terrific truth. Look pursuits. A man will steal a rarity, who at it.

« Les plus grandes, magnifiques, would cut off his hand rather than take et serieuses affaires d'Estat tirerent leur the money it is worth. Yet in fact the origine, et leurs plus violens mouvements, crime is the same. des niaiseries, jalousies, envies, et autres Mr. is a truly worthy clergybizareries de la Cour; et se reglent man, who collects coins and books. A plutost sur icelles, que sur les meditations friend of inine mentioning to him that et consultations bien digerées, ny fur he had several of the Strawberry Hill les confiderations d'honneur, de gloire, editions, this clergyman said, “Aye, but ny du foy," THE MOST GRAND, MAG- I can fhew you what it is not in Mr. NIFICENT, AND SERIOUS AFFAIRS OF Walpole's power to give you.”. He then STATE DERIVE THEIR ORIGIN, AND produced a list of the pictures in the DeTHEIR MOST VIOLENT MOVEMENTS, vonshire, and other two collections in FROM THE SILLINESSES, JEALOUSIES, London, printed at my prefs. I was ENVIES, AND OTHER WHIMS OF THE

much surprized.

It was, I think, about COURT; AND ARE

the year 1764, that, on reading the fix ZATED BY THESE, THAN BY MEDITA- volumes of “ London and its Environs," TIONS,

CON- I ordered my printer to throw off one SULTATIONS, OR BY CONSIDERATIONS


for my own use. This printer was HONOUR, GLORY,

the very man who, after he had left my FAITH.”

service, produced the noted copy of EXLIV. SCEPTICISM AND CURIOSITY. Wilkes's Ellay on- Woman. He had

Chi non fa niente, non dubita di niente, stolen one copy of this list; and I must “ He who knows nothing doubts of no

blame the reverend amateur for purchasing thing,” says an Italian proverb. Scepti- it of him, as it was like receiving stolen cilin and curiosity are the chief springs of goods. knowledge. Without the first we might CXLVII. ORIGINAL LETTER. reft contented with prejudices, and false Sirawberry Hill, Sept. 17, 1785. information: without the second the miud would become indifferent, and torpid.

You are too modest, Sir, in asking my

advice on a point, on which you coud CXLV. SIR JOHN GERMAIN. have no better guide chan your own judgI shall tell you a very foolish but a true ment. If I presume to give you my opi; Hory, Sir John Germain, ancestor of nion, it is from zeal for your honour. I ladý Betty Germain, was a Dutch ad- think it would be below you to make a venturer, who came over here in the reign regular answer 10 anonymous scriblers in of Charles II. He had an intrigue with a magazine. You had better wait to fee a countess, who was divorced, and mar- whether any formal reply is made to ried him. This man was to ignorant, your book, and whether by any avowed that being told that Sir Matthew Decker writer, to whom, if he writes sensibly wrote St. Matthew's gospel, he firmly and decently, you may condescend to believed it. I doubted this tale very make an answer. much, till I asked a lady of quality his Still, as you say you have been mifdefcendant about it, who told me it was quoted, I should not wish you to be quite most true. She added that Sir John Ger- filent, though I Thoud like better to have main was in consequence so much per- you turn tuch enemies into ridicule. A fuaded of Sir Matthew's piety, that, by foe who mnisquotes you ought to be a his will, he lest two hundred pounds to welcome antagonist. He is lo humble as Sir Matthew, to be by him distributed to confess, when he censures what you among the Dutch paupers in London. have not said, that he cannot confute what When Sir John Germain was on his you have laid--and he is so kind as to




1799.] Walpoliana, No. X.

41 furnish you with an opportunity of prov. tion of the Opera, to raise a competiing him a liar, as you may refer to your tion between two of their fingers, and book to detect him.

have papers written pro and con—for then This is what I would do: I would numbers woud go to clap, and hiss the fpecify in the same magazine, in which rivals respectively, who woud not go to he has attacked you, your real words, be pleated with the mutic. and those he has imputed to you, and then Dr. Lort was chaplain to the late appeal to the equity of the reader. You archbishop, Sir, but I believe is not to may guess that the ihaft comes from some- to the present, nor do I know whether, as body whoin you have censured, and all connected with him. I do not even thence you may draw a fair conclufion know where Dr. Lort is, having se-n him that you had been in the right to laugh but once the whole summer. I am acat one, who was reduced to put his own quainted with another perion, who I bewords into your mouth, before he could lieve has some interest with the present find fault with them: and having to done, archbishop; but I conclude that leave whatever indignation he excited in the must be asked to consult the particular reader must recoil on himself, as the of. books, as probably indiscriminate access fensive passages will come out to have been coud not be granted. his own, not your's. You might even I have not a single correspondent left at begin with loudly condemning the words, Paris. The Abbè Barthelemi, with or thoughts, imputed to you, as if you whom I was very intimate, behaved most retracted them and then, as if you turned unhandsomely to me after Madame du to your book, and found you had said no Deffand's death; when I had acted by him such thing there, as what you was ready in a manner that called for a very different to retract, the ridicule would be doubled return. He coud have been the most proon your adversary. Something of this per person to apply to; but I cannot ask a kind is the most I woud stoop to: but I favour of one, to whom I had done one, woud take the utmost care not to betray and who has been very ungrateful. Í a grain of more anger than is implied in might have an opportunity perhaps e’er contempt and ridicule. Fools can only long of making the inquiry you desire, revenge themselves

by provoking, for tho' the person to whom I must apply is then they bring you to a level with them- rather too great to employ; but if I can selves. The good sense of your Work bring it about, I will; for I houd have will support it and there is scarce a reason great pleasure to assist your pursuits, tho' for detending it, but by keeping up a from my long acquaintance with the controversy, to make it more noticed : for world, I am very diffident of making the age is so idle and indifferent, that few promises that are to be exccuted by others, objects strike, unless parties are formed however sincerely I am myself for or against them. I remember many Sir, your obedient humble servant, years ago advising some acquaintance

HOR. WALFOLE. of mine who were engaged in the direc


ORIGINAL POETRY. To tie Editor of the Monthly Magazine. not quite that ardent love for liberty which SIR,

they are here supposed to have. To this I THE following lines were written on con- can only say, that if they will not accept it

templating that heterog?neous inixture of as a repr:tenta ion of what is, they mut'iake war and religion which has been for some it as a hint of what ought to be. time so fashionable. War and religion incor

I am, Sir, your obedient servant, X. Y. porate like oil and vinegar ; they may be beat On the ConsecRATION of the Colours of the up together, but they do not unite kindly. MILITARY. Association of There is however one description of the military, whose profesional duty includes nothing WHILE S.bbath bells to worship chime, in it inimical to the purest spirit of chris And voices chaunt the measur'd rhyme, tianity. When a Citizen is armed for the de- · What means the drum's tumultuous beat, fence of his country, he has more need, as And answering tread of marshall'd feet ? Uncle Toby observes, to pray to God than Why Aah against our ta ering spires any min al.ve; and he may consecrate his The burnish a steels' reflected ipires ? colours with a safe conscience. Some friends, With lilken bannars proud and gay to whom I have read the following lines, are Where bend the ranks their impious way? pleased to object that the parties are nos al- And why, so near the house of pray'r, together such as I have represented them; Are clashing cymbals tuss’d in air? that our priests do now and then breathe bely Away-Tis uire Ambition's brood! wurfes, and that our military associations have Fiole, close the gates to men of blood. MONTHLY MAG. No. XLI.



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Not this the fane, nor our's the rite Celeftial power! once more tly influence In which the tons of war delight;

lend, Of hecatombs no llaughter'd itore

Again with healing on thy wings descend; The marble altars fluat with gore;

Bid wasteful war his furious' ravage cease, No pricit with bloudy fingers dy'd

And plenty glad the world with new increase. Deep in the gaiping victim's fide,

O bid deploring nativas. cease to mourn; In life's receffes curious pries

And guilty swords to smiling ploughtharee To search the fecrets of the skies;

turn. Our lips no holy curfes breathe,

Ah! long, too long has death usurp'd thy Our hands no guilty laurels wreatho,

reign; And much ye must your banners low'r And all the cruel family of pain. To enter thro' our arched door.

Not thirsty steel alone has thin'd the world, Here stands the font, in whose pure wave Or man his artificial thunder hurlid; From linful taint our babes we lave:

His far more fatal minister disease, There heaves the turf, beneath whore fod Glares in a thousand shapes, or latent preys. Our sainted fathers rest in God.

Exhausted plenty, (mote by famine's eye, Here peaceful broods the mystic dove, Weeps low on earth, while all her children And brethren share the feaft of love ;

die. The walls in letter'd tablets teach,

O'er nature's lap in many a crimson flood, And monumental marbles preach :

Have torrents blush'd, of shameful brother's Low fighs from contrite breasts exhale,

blood. Inceffant pleadings heav'n atlail ;

Too long the scalding drops of grief lave Clear voice to voice responsive calls,

rain'd, The dew of grace like manna falls,

The wife's, the virgin's fading roses stain'd. And when we clote these hallow'd gates, Too long has fame with peftilential breath, Aloof each worldly passion waits.

Spread the Itill growing tales of endless death. Then what have we with war to do?

In vain the cheerful day with laughing eye, Sons of earth, 'tis made for you!

Pour'd streams of gladnels o'er the waking sky. SOLDIER

In vain his golden banners light has spread, O think not us, who here intrude,

While fair creation lifts her 1miling head. The nurselings of Ambition's brood.

No more, in darkness cloth’d, and fit array, Of martial garb, but peaceful hearts,

Has wilful murder sought his sleeping prey. The fons of industry and arts,

The shameless fiend his open deeds has done, No sordid hire polluies our hands,

And woes eclipfe has veil'd th' all-cheering No thirst of plunder fires our bands ;

fun. The civic (word each Bricon wields,

Dark fits despair an friendship's sadden'd face, Defends his hearths, his altars, fields. And mourning weeds bring gloom in every If foes presumptuous dare invade,

place. To us our country cries for aid;

In all the steps of joy fell woec advance ; To us their hands our children (pread, Frown round the festive board, and thade the We guard from wrong the nuptial bed;

dance. From us, the joys of home who feel, Robb’d of its splendour mourns the banquet Like lightning falls the vengeful steel.

room; Dejected, if a people muurn,

And fad affemblies wear funereal gioom. Their trampled rights, their charters torn, Pants every breast, and sympathetic woe And fecret swell with high disdain

Meets in cach eye, and clouds each answering Beneath Oppression's galling chain;

brow. The murmur strikes our jealous ears,

Fill, on the trembling life, big diops comWe feel their groans, we catch their fears ; plain; To us afflicted Freedom calls,

And speak the child, the husband, lover Nain. By us the crested tyrant falls.

The cruel fate of friends, in distant ihores, "Tis ours the sword alone to draw

Of dearest friends distracted griet deplores; For order, liberty, and law,

In silence sunk, without one tender tear, And well the hands that plow the soil

To foften sickness, or to grace the bier. Shall guard the produce of their toil.

Whole clofing tight in vain, in forcign lands, Then let us, while such vows we seal, One parting look, one friendly hand demands.. Here on your hallow'd threshold kneel; There all by felfish pain, or fear express’d, And reverent thus our banners low'r,

Can ill supply a balm for other's breast. To enter thro' your arched door.

In fickly iiles, beyond the Atlantic waste,

What thousands down to death inglorious LINES TO PEACE.


There fever with insatiate fury feeds; Written when the Accounts of Sickness in the Wifi in every breeze, where foul intection breeds. Indies were frequently received.

There e'en the few, whom fate is pleas'd to COME gentle Peace! from realms of end- save, less reit:

Scarce steal an hour to dig the victim's grave. Bid the vex'd earth like thy own heav'n be Dawns a new day, and kind enquiries find bless'd.

The sprightly friend of eve to death consign'd. give to panting millions balmy blifs, And mantled'night, in Torrow's dark array, And greet fair nature with a friendly kiss, Mourrs tha waste defolation of the day.


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Original Poetry.
Convivial friends appoint the festive hour, Your beverage draw from Whitbread's but;
And half aflembled mourn death's rapid pow'r. Wear useful clothes of homely cut;
Dread apprehension checks their rising joy, And, tho' you cease to pleasc the fair,
And seems to ask whom fate may next de- Discard all powder from your hair :

Walk undistinguish'd ’mid the group,
Day steals on day, still ills on ills encrease, Nor scorn a door that makes you ftoop.
The work of fate is never known to cease. To such a plan contract your view,
Sad tidings still the troubled ear aflaii; And kings will be less free than you.
And groans with double horror load the gale.
Still wasting thousands sink without a name,

Unwept by living eyes, unsung by fame.
Come then blest peace, and in thy fruitful


WHY does friend Richard hang his head? Bid arts, and heaven-born fuence smile Why, do you ask? his wife is dead. again,

O heavy news! that precious wife, Soft, in thy steps, the breeze of health shall The source of all he lov'd in life! play,

Is that dear creature under-ground, And new creation glad the raptured day.

Who brought him fifty thousand pound?

In this vain world what griefs abound!

Diffugere nives, redcunt jam gramina campis

Arboribusque come

HORATII Carmin. Lib. iv. Ode vii.
STERN winter, frowning, now recedes, TRAPP'D by my neighbour in his clover,
Now rarely sweeps along the meads

Three pigs I fee'd you to recover.
The defolating storm ;

Before the court you gravely stand,
Benumming froits at length retire,

And struke your wig, and smooth your band; Which chill'd fair nature's genial fire, Then, taking up the kingdom's story, And marr'd her angel-form.

You ope' your case with Alfred's glory ;

Of Norman William's curfew bell, Now tepid breezes fan the air,

And Cæur de Lion's prowess tell;
The trees their beauties now repair,

How thro' the ravag'd fields of France
And wave, with foliage crown'd;

Edwards and Henries shook the lance;
Young flow'rets now put forth their bloom,

How great Eliza o'er the main
The gardens breathe a rich perfume,

Pursu'd the shatter'd pride of Spain,
And verdure paints the ground.

And Orange broke a tyrant's chain.
The sun, bright fou'reign of the day,

All this, good Sir, is mighty fine; Reigns now with mild, unclouded, ray, But now, an please you, to my swine!

And gay the groves appear;
The birds their tuneful loves repeat,

And, warbling from the close retreat,
Re-animate the year.

RECOVERY! daughter of Creation too,
Come then, sweet spring's delights to tafte; Tho' not for immortality design’d,
No longer, my Maria, waste

The Lord of life and death
Those hours in routs and noise,

Sent thee from heaven to me.
Which you so well know how to use

Had not I heard thy gentle tread approach, With taste, with reason, and the Muse, Not heard the whisper of thy welcome voice, And theirs are trueft jys:

*Death had with iron foot Come taste the bliss the country yields,

My chilly forehead prest. Come breathe the fragrance of the fields,

Tis true, I then had wander'd where the eartha Or, mid the noon-tide hea!,

Roll around suns, had stray'd along the path

Where the man'd comet foars
Come leck again your fav’rite bow'r,
Where ofc we've pafs'd the sultry hour,

Beyond the armed eye;
With books, and conyerse sweet.

And with the rapturous eager greet had hailid

The inmates of those earths and of those sunsi Here friendship rules without controul,

Had hail'd the countless hoft
Here wisdom el vates the soul

That dwell the comet's disk;
Above this earthly lod;

Had ask'd the novice questions, and obtaird Here dwells content, devoid of care,

Such answers as a fage vouchsafes to youth; Herc nature's works, supremely fair,

Had learp'd in hours far more Point up to 11ature's God.

Than ages here unfold!

But I had then not ended here below,
IMITATIONS FROM MARTIAL. What, in the enterprising bloom of life,

Fate with no light behest

Requir'd me to begin.
YOU talk of freedom-trust me, friend, Recovery! daughter of Creation too,

Your freedom all in talk will end: Tho' not for immortality design'd,
If 'tis your passion to be free,

The Lord of life and death fontented dine at home, like me :

Sent thee from heaven to me,




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