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280 King and queen of the Sandwich islands 404
Leaving town, a sketch
Letter from a first floor lodger
Lee, Miss Sophia, biography of
Light and colours
Lilly of Annandale
Lion, infuence of sounds on the
Life in London
30, 53, 116
Marriage; in India
Maize grain, its germinating power
Marshall's naval biography
Maideps all forlorn
Merman and mermaid
Mexico, six months in
Memoirs of Captain Rock, notice of 126
Memoirs of an English countess, police of 126
247 Natural curiosities from the arctic regions 122
Original letters of William Cowper 44,81
Parry's second voyage
207 Sicilian dwarf
229, 287,325, 404
324 Sir Andrew Sagittarius, notice of 247
25, 270 Smooth stones, cbosen by David 992
132 Soldier's recollections of an eventful life 199
323 Specimens of Dutch poets 210, 368
208 Speculations of a traveller on America' 410
126 Students in the universities of Netherland 128
Queen Hynde, a poem, notice of 126 Tales of a Traveller
Tales and sketches of the west of Scot-
474 Thadey Doorley, a farmer 126 years 128
153 Theatrical exhibition of Thurtell's mor-
Translations from the Spanish romances 63
Traditions of the western highlands 161,
39 Traits of the female character
245 Translations, remarks on
Traitor's Grave, a tale
Turks and Greeks relatively considered 155
178 Weare, William, bis murder by Thurtell 10
Eolian harp, sonnet to
147 Arise, my love, from Solomon's Song
263 Awake, awake, my sleeping soul
79 My dying friend
288 ( cast that shadow from thy brow 190
307 O lady, come to the Indies with me 229
483 O meet me once, but once again 169
115 O not when other eyes may read 394
30 One evening as the sun went down 252
Parent of nations! art's proud sire!
Poet's study, by Barton
Return of the indians to Niagara 408
Return me that salute again
Reflections on a moonlight night
Shepherdess of early spring tide
339 Stanzas to the memory of Richard Allen 379
400 Stanzas writteu in dejection near Naples 480
Stanzas on returning some old letters 408
350 Swiftly is the moon-tide fleeting 368
368 Sweet o'er me comes the morning's 368
484 Tell us thou glorious star of eve 306
49 The bark that held a prince went down 198
48 The good old count in sadocss strayed 350
This rose was once of brilliant hue 194
128 To the moonlight waters of the lake 194
Uomoor our bark upon the wave 249
142 Who'll buy a heart? who'll buy? 63
252 When sooth'd a while by milder airs 244
274 When eve's blue star is gleaming 303
101 When winds are still and silent eve 389
BOSTON, APRIL 1, 1824.
(VOL. I. N.s.
NIGHT. BY JAMES MONTGOMERY, ESQ. NIGHT is the time for rest;
That brings into the home-sick mind
All we have loved and left behind.
Night is the time for care ;
Brooding on hours mis-spent,
To see the spectre of Despair Upon our own delightful bed !
Come to our lonely tent; Night is the time for dreams ;
Like Brutus midst his slumbering host The gay romance of life,
Startled by Cæsar's stalwart ghost. When truth that is and trath that seems
Night is the time to muse ; Blend in fantastic strise ;
Then from the eye the soul Ah! visions less begailing far
Takes flight, and with expanding views Tban waking dreams by daylight are !
Beyond the starry pole, Night is the time for toil
Descries athwart the abyss of night To plough the Classic field,
The dawn of uncreated light. Intent to find the buried spoil
Night is the time to pray; Its wealthy farrows yield;
Our Saviour oft withdrew Till all is ours that sages taught,
To desert mountains far away, That poets sang or heroes wrought.
So will his followers do ; Night is the time to weep ;
Steal from the throng to haunts untrod, To Fat with unseen tears
And hold communion there with God. Those graves of memory where sleep
Night is the time for death; Tbe joys of other years ;
When all around is peace, Flopes that were Angels in their birth,
Calmly to yield the weary breath, But perished young like things of earth!
From sin and suffering cease ; Nigbe is the time to watch ;
Think of Heaven's bliss and give the sign Oa ocean's dark espanse,
To parting friends ;-such death be mine! To hail the Pleiades, or catch
Jan. 1, 1824. The full moon's earliest glance,
THE POET'S STUDY.
BY BERNARD BARTON, THE QUAKER POET. OII! sot in ceiled rooms of state,
The moss'd trunk of a scathed tree Cumber'd with books the while,
Should be my only seat ; Would I the Muse's influence wait,
And more than moral tomes to me Os there expect her smile.
That relic should repeat. A rook in some lone church-yard green,
There too in living leafy pride, Fann'd by the summer breeze
Another tree should grow, The living and the dead between,
Whose writhed branches far and wide Would more my fancy please,
Their welcome shade should throw. Not uzto Fancy's power alone
Those boughs, by whisp'ring breezes stirr'd, Should such a seeue appeal :
My canopy should be, Its sober and its chasten'd tone
And every gentle whisper heard Aly inmost heart would feel.
Should tell a tale to me. 2
ATHENEUM VOL. 1. 2d series.
A LETTER FROM HERTFORD. BY EDWARD HERBERT, ESQ.
-As I stand bere,-I saw them -Macbeth.
To the Editor of the London Magasine.
you were compelled to undergo Mr. Hunt's Dear Sir,
confession, first poured from his own polY this time I fear you will have become luted lips, and then filtered through Mr.
B , .
Thurtell, Probert, and Hunt, upon which host of those worthy Dogberrys of Hertthe London newspapers have rung the chan. fordshire, who had an opportunity of ges so abominably ; I fear this because, “wasting all their tediousness upon his having consented to give you a narrative of Lordship.” It is well for the prisoner that the Trial of these wretched and hardened Inquiry goes about her business so tiremen, with the eye of a witness, and not the somely and thoroughly,--but to the hearer band of a reporter ; and having in conse and the reader her love of "a twice-told quence of such consent borne up an unfed tale” is enough to make a man forswear a body with an untired spirit for two days, court of justice for the rest of his life! I against iron rails and fat men, I tremble do believe that no man of any occupation lest all my treasured observations should be would become a thief, if he were fully thrown away, and my long fatigue prove aware of the punishment of listening to the profitless to my friend. On consideration, • damnable iteration" of his own trial. In however, I have withstood my fears, and the present case, we had generally three or have determined not to abandon my narra four witnesses to the same fact. It is tive ;-in the first place, because the news. strange that, solitary as the place was, and papers have given so dry a detail of the desperate as was the murder,- the actors, evidence as to convey no picture of the in- the witnesses,-all - but the poor helpless teresting scene, and secondly, because in devoted thing that perished, were in clus. a periodical work like the London MAGA- ters! The murderers were a cluster! The ZINE, which ought to record remarkable farmer that heard the pistol had his wife events as they pass by, a clear account, and child, aud nurse with him; there were not made tedious, as far as possibly can be two labourers at work in the lane on the avoided, by repetitions and legal formali. morning after the dreadful butcher-work: ties, may be interesting pot only to the there was a merry party at the cottage on reader of this year, but to the reader of the very night, singing and supping, wbile twenty years hence !-if at that extremely Weare's mangled carcass was lying darkdistant period readers should exist and ening in its gore, in the neighbouring field ; the Roxburghe Boys should then, as now, there were hosts of publicans and ostlers, save old books from the cheesemonger and witnesses of the gang's progress on their the worm !
blood.journey ; and the gigs, the pistols, It is my intention, good my master, to even the very knives ran in pairs ! This is give you the statements only of those per- curious at least; and it seems as though it sons from whose mouths you will best get were fated that William Weare should be the particulars of the murder, and of the the only solitary object on that desperate circumstances preceding and following it; night, when he clong to life in agony and for, judging by myself, I am sure you and blood, and was, at last, struck out of existyour readers would be fairly tired out, if ence as a thing single, valueless, and vile !