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Thongh her natural sense cducation had spoil'd, || The tempest has but swept, not shook the shrine, Such as she had receiv'd, native genius had No lamp that Genius lit has ceas'd to shine! foil'd:
Still lives its sanctity. Around the spot But she heard the soft tale I repeatedly told her Hover high spirits-shapes of burning thought, With a smile of content, as she'd lean o'er my
Viewless but call them, on the dazzled eye shoulder;
Descends their pomp of immortality: A little bombast I was forc'd to employ,
Here, at your voice, Rowe, Otway, Southern And whilst urging the lady to hasten my joy,
come, She consented; and thus when my point I had | Flashing like meteors thro' the age's gloom. carried,
Perpetual bere king of ib'immortal band, We had nam'd the next day t' have been privately | Sits Shakespeare crown'd. He lifts the golden married."
And all obey; the visions of the past
Rise as they lived-soft, splendid, regal, vast. “ Long may the Thistle wave her blooming
Then Ariel harps along the enchanted wäre, head
Then the Weird Sisters thunder in their careIn that brave land where noble Wallace bled; The land which has for ages given birth
The spell is wound. Then shews his mightier
art, To valor, learning, honesty, and worth; Where science beams-where arts the mind im.
The Moor's lost soul; the hell of Richard's beart,
And stamps, in fiery warning to all time, prove,
The deep damnation of a tyrant's crime. And Beauty's smile rewards a faithful love. May Heaven's blessings, Scotia, on thy land To-night we take our lesson from the tomb: descend,
'Tis thy sad cenotaph, colossal Rome! And ev'ry son of thine possess a faithful friend !" How is thy helmet cleft, thy banner low,
Ashes and dust are all thy glory now!
While o'er thy wreck, a host of monks and slares, • Erin; thy Shamrock once so green,
Totter to “ seek dishonourable graves."
Tower'd to the soo her eagle's wing of flame! Corruption, thirst of pow'r and wealth,
When sank her liberty, that name of power, Have caus'd the plant's decline of health; Pour'd hallow'd splendours round its dying hour. Whose land for Britain trophies won
The lesson lived for man--that beavenward blaze The land of conq'ring Wellington !"
Fixed on the pile the world's eternal gaze.
Unrivall’d England! to such memories thou
This hour dost owe the laurel on the brow; PROLOGUE TO THE NEW TRAGEDY These, fix'd, when earth was like a grave, thy OF BRUTUS,
tread, Written by a Friend, spoken by Mr. H. Kemble.
Prophet and warrior! 'twistthe quick and dead;
Those bade thee war for man-those won the name Time rushes o'er us; thick as evening clouds
That crowns thee-ramed above all Roman fame. Ages roll hack :-what calls them from their shrouds ?
Now, to our scene-we feel po idle fear, What in full vision brings their good and great,
Sure of the hearts, the British justice here;
If we deserve it, sure of your applause
Then, bear for Rome, for England, for “oor
cause!” The Stage—the mighty telescope of mind!
If later, luckless arts that Stage profane, The actor pleads--not guilty of the stain :
EPILOGUE. He but the shadow fang on Fashion's tide
Written by a Friend, spoken by Mrs. Glover. Yours the high will that all its waves must guide: Your voice alone, the great 'reform secures,
MAY Mrs. Glorer venture to appear? His but the passing hour—the age is yours.
She neither uses por speaks daggers here: Our pledge is kept. Here yet no chargers
She comes quite tame, in the old English way, wheel,
To hope you all have-wept at our new play. No foreign slaves on ropes or scaffolds reel,
Tullia no more, I trend on English ground; No Gallic Amazons, half naked, climb
There's pride, hope, courage, in the very sound; From pit to gallery-the low sublime!
Myself your debtor, many a changeful year In Shakespeare's halls, shalt dogs and bears en. For generous kindness-never changing here ; gage
I come to ask that kindness now for one Where brutes are actors, be a booth the stage! Unknown, or but by this night's fortune known, And we shall triumph yet. The cloud has hong To cheer a youthful votary of the nine, Darkly above-but day sball spring-has spruvg; 11 And fill his heart with gratitude-like mine.
Aye, this is England-well its signs I know, Blessed spirit, art thou fled
From this scene of pain and anguish ?
« Welcome to a throne of bliss !
“ Come, and claim the heav'nly prize, Aye, and an actual woman in it, able
“ Welcome, sister, to the skies !" Rouse but her tongue, to make that tower a Babel!
C. C. RICHARDSON. Now for the he, the fellow nondescript, Wbence has that mockery of man been shipt? Have Ross or Buchan brought him to console ADDRESS TO THE NIGHTINGALE. The quidnoncs for the passage to the Pole ?
BY MRS. M'MULLAN. While, on her iceberg, howl some Greenland squaw,
Full inany a lonely grove and dell, Robbed of her pretty monster till next thaw!
With thee l’ve sought, sweet Philomel! No, Paris has the honour._" Ah que oui,”
Whilst oft thy wild notes chanted,
Have charm'd the ear of gloomy Night
And thou, lor'd warbler! ah, too soon,
Wilt find a leafless mansion :
Through all the chill'd expansion.
Yon murin’ring lake forgets to flow, The thousandth way of dressing a calf's head.
Yon mossy bank enwreath'd in snow, The neckcloth next, where starch and whalebone
Not e'en thy song inspiring : vie
Thongh Dian checks loer silver car, To make the slave a walking pillory.
And lingers with the midnight star, The bolster'd bosom, ah! ye envying fair,
Thy vesper hginn admiring. How little dream you of the stuff that's there!
Naiades that on the waveless stream, What straps, ropes, steel, tbe aching ribs com Assembled at thy plaintive theme, press,
To list thy faithful sadness, To make the Dandy" beautifully less."
Now lend their murmurs to the shell, Thus fools, their final stake of folly cast,
And softly whisper_" Fare thee well!" By instinct, to strait waistcoats come at last.
In strain uncheer'd by gladness. Misjudging Shakespeare! this escaped thine eye, Delightless sweeps the minstrel string, For tho' the brains are out, the thing won't die. That bail'd thee in the joyous spring, And now, farewell! But one word for the Bard,
When life was worth possessing; The smile of Beauty is bis hest reward;
Yet come, lone warbler! follow me,
Ils simply gratefu! blessing.
Proclaims the snow-wrapt world his own,
And his the storm-clad mountain :
Come to my cell, and thou shalt share, HYMN ON THE DEATH OF HER The crumb, the warmth, the genial air, MAJESTY THE QUEEN.
And sip the crystal fountain. QUEEN of Albion, art thou gone
From humble store enough shall be To celestial realms of glory?
Allotted, Philomel, to thee, Long thy virtues grac'd a throne,
To sooth thy pensive sorrow : Long thy worth shall live in story;
Then hastenor tuneless linger here, Wbile thy spoiless soul shall rise
To minstrel-bosom ihou art dear Welcome to her native skies.
Hastemally with me to-morrow,
UPOKEN AT A PRIVATE THEATRE.
FASHIONS FOR THE MONTH OF JANUARY.
Who leave to yon the isene of their fate.
Be not severe! -dopt the gen'rous plan, « Hope told a fatt'ring tale,” that you would | To spare our faults, and cheer ns when you can; view
'Twill make us bustle thru our various parts Our scenic efforts--and applaud them 100 ; With broyant spirits, and with merry hearts. And iho' she's firkle as the summer wind,
O! not the sounds of midnight serenade, Yet still we trusted her-for you are kind!
Brenth'd 'neath ibe latrice of some tender maid, And would not tear ungen'rously apart
Nor dying murmirs of the lover's lule, The little buds that hope twines sound the heart:
Nor the soft warblings of the dulcet fute, No! you would rather foster them with care,
Could cheer our hosomis in our present ca ose, And bid the tender blossoms flourish there,
One half so much as your sincere applause. Than crush them in their verdure, and lay low
H, S. V.D.
The look of welrome in the eyes;
For me, Ibe gublet has po pleasures,
0! ev'ry virtuous charm possessing, Ladies, to you I bow - no stars appear
Blest in person and io miud;
In my Julia dear I find.
May delight aud joy imparı;
All my weulib is-Julia's beart. Beneath the cloudless licaveu of your smiles.
EXPLANATION OF THE PRINTS OF FASHION.
No. 1.-FANCY MOURNING DINNER ful Figure we had intended for this Number; Dress.
and shall, therefore, present our readers White crape frock with pointed festoons with a third embellishmeut in our Number of the same, fastened at each point by black for February. rosettes, and folds of black satin placed above and below the festoons. Black satin Canezou spenser, elegantly ornamented GENERAL OBSERVATIONS with white crape. Frederica hat of white crape, surmounted by a plume of black feathers. Necklace of jet; black gloves
FASHIONS AND DRESS. and slippers.
The variegated wand of Fashion is now
again seen waving over her changeful emN. B. In consequence of the severe in- pire, and her prime assistant Fancy, is busily disposition of our engraver of Fashions, employed in giving versatility even to the we are compelled to post pune the beauti- isable garmeuts of woe, while she is assie