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has done something of which he is unwilling to 'be thought the author. Criminals frequently declare their accomplices. Confidants sometimes 'discover the secrets with which they have been entrusted. Truth often manifests itself in de'fiance of the efforts which are made to suppress it. Confessors have been known to reveal the confessions of their penitents. We should be careful to have no witnesses of that which we are afraid to have disclosed.

Ability, capacity-These words, though often confounded, in writing and discourse, are significant of two different powers of the mind. Ability, is the power which enables us to act, capacity, that which enables us to receive. The former may be strong or weak; the latter extensive or contracted, shallow or profound. We may perceive a great disparity in the capacity of girls at school, but it is not till they become women that we can form a proper estimate of

their abilities.

To pray, to supplicate. To pray any one to accord us what we ask, does not mark a desire so lively, or a want so urgent, as to supplicate. We pray a friend to render us any trifling service; we supplicate the King, or some one in authority, to redress our wrongs.

Weak, weakness. A man of good understand ing may have weaknesses, a man without any understanding is weak. Nature or education

may have made us weak, we want the power or the courage to be otherwise; but our weaknesses are voluntary, we will not resist them. A weak man continues so all his life: but the weaknesses of youth seldom adhere to d age.

Acquirement, acquisition, attainment.—These words agree in expressing something which has been obtained either by chance or labour; but in precise language they are appropriate to different objects. Thus we say, the acquirements of study, the acquisitions of fortune, the attainments of morality.

Malice, malignity.-These words are synonymous in expressing an evil quality of the mind, their difference is marked by the object at which they aim. Malice seeks less to injure than to give pain. Malignity delights in traducing characters and subverting happiness. Malice is cun. ning in devising ways to mortify its object. Malignity, more deep, more skilled in dissimulation, is active in projecting measures to ruin it. Malice attacks the vanity, malignity the happi ness; and while the former seeks but to damp enjoyment, the latter aims at annihilating it. Malice, however, when it has long operated in the mind, loses every hour something of what distinguished it from its sister vice, and imperceptibly advances towards conversion into malig nity. [To be continued.]

ON HERALDRY.
[Continued from Page 142.]

As for arms, or coat-armours, they are so Thirdly, arms are made up of figures and called because they are generally borne on arms, tinctures, or colours, fixed, limited, and deteron the shield or buckler, on the coat of arms, in mined; which also distinguish them from symbanners and persons; and because it is princi-bols, hieroglyphics, emblems, and devices; and pally in war and tournaments (which are feats of herein, properly, consists the very essence of the arms), that they had their first rise.

The definition we have given of arms is made up of several branches, which shall be briefly explained.

In the first place, arms are marks of honour, that is, of nobility, or gentility and virtue; because they must owe their origin either to military valour, consummate ability and prudence in the management of public affairs, or to some eminent quality,

Secondly, arms are hereditary, and descend from father to son, down to the remotest posterity, which distinguish them from symbolical figures, formerly borne by ancient heroes, gene

als of armies, and soldiers; and which, as we have said before, were only either national or personal distinctions.

heraldic science.

Fourthly, It cannot be denied, that arms were at first taken up according to the fancy of the bearers.

But then, in the fifth place, since blazonry was methodically settled and confined within rules, arms have either been granted or confirmed by Sovereign Princes; that is, when Princes enno. bled private persons, as a reward of their bravery or virtue, they either bestowed upon them arms, if they had none before, or preserved and confirmed to them, with some alteration and addition, those they already had. By these means, in the sixth place, arms are become the true marks of nobility, or gentility; because, in all civilized nations, the Sovereign is the fountain of honour.

Princes having wisely considered, that the Illustrating those who had performed signal services to the state, either in peace or in war, was powerful incentive to others to imitate them, rewarded the merit of the first he distinctions of honour, and at the same time restrained the wanton and unlimited use of arms. Heralds having, in all ages, as I have shewn before, had the superintendancy over all matters of honour, nobility, and chivalry; the framing of the rules or laws of blazonry, and of regulations for bearing of coat-armours, was committed to their care, in order to preserve them to those that had a just title to them, and to take them from those who wrongfully assumed them. But, notwithstanding these precautions, many abuses have been, and still are, committed and connived at, in this matter, in all nations-Lastly, arms serve to distinguish not only private families, but also states, empires, kingdoms, provinces, cities, communities, companies, societies, and dignities, ecclesiastical, civil, and military; for which reason, they are divided into several species.

To complete this concise system of heraldry, it is necessary to explain the numerous terms made use of in the science, as now settled and determined. We will begin with the points of

the escutcheon.

These points, by armourists, are used to determine exactly the position of the bearings they are charged with, and the knowledge of these points ought to be well observed; for the same figure, in the same tincture, borne in different points of the escutcheon, renders those bearings as so many different arms; for it must be observed, that the use of these points is to mark the difference of coats exactly; for example, arms having a lion in chief differs from one having a lion in base. Next, distinctions of houses,

these inform us how the bearer of each is descended from the same family; they also denote the subordinate degrees in each house from the original ancestor, viz. first house, for the heir, or first son, the label; second son, the crescent; third son, the mullet; fourth son, the martlet; fifth son, the annulet; sixth son, the fleurde-lis.

Second house. The crescent, with the label on it, for the first son of the second son; the crescent on the crescent for the second son of the second son of the first house, &c. By the tinctures or colour, is meant that variety of hue of arms common both to shields and their charges: the colours generally used, are red, blue, sable, vert, purpure, yellow, and white, termed or and argent, are metals. These colours are represented, in engravings, by dots and lines, as represented in Debrett's Peerage. Or is expressed, as above, by dots, argent, is plain; gules, by perpendicular lines; azure, by horizontal lines; sable, by perpendicular and horizontal lines crossing each other; vert, by diagonal lines from the dexter chief to the sinister base point.

Furs are of different kinds, and represent the hairy skins of certain animals, prepared for the linings of robes of state, and anciently shields were covered with furred skins: they are used in coats of arms, viz. ermine, is black spots on a white field; ermines, is a field black with white spots; erminois, is a field gold with black spots; vair, is white and blue, represented by figures of small escutcheons arranged in a line, so that the base argent is opposite to the base azure. Potent counter-potent, is a field covered with figures, like crutch-heads, as in Debrett's plates.

[To be continued.]

ALL THE TALENTS!

POETRY.

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And pict'ring, like a cloud at close of day,
Fantastic features never at a stay:
Where heads of asses or of hogs dispose,
The short-liv'd lip and evanescent nose;
Where on his throne at Ammon as we stare,
He turns a monkey and his throne a bear.
To grasp this Proteus, were to cork in jars,
The fleeting rainbows and the falling stars.
Now calm he lives and careless to be great;
Now deep in plots and blust'ring in debate.
Now drinking, rhiming, dicing, pass his day,
And now he plans a peace, and now a play.
The magic wand of eloquence assumes,
Or sweeps up jests and brandishes his brooms

A giant sputt'ring pappy from the spoon,
A mighty trifler and a sage buffoon.
With too much wit to harbour common sense;
With too much spirit ev'n to spare expence;
To tradesman, Jockey, porter, Jack and Jill,
He pays his court-but never pays his bill.
By fitful turns in sense and folly sunk,
Divinely eloquent or beastly drunk,
A splendid wreck of talents misapply'd,
By sloth he loses what he gains by pride.
Him mean, great, silly, wise, alike we call;
The pride, the shame, the boast, the scorn of all!
SCRIBLERUS. Well, W-ndh-m, sure, on up-
right aims is bent.

POLYPUS. So upright, that they hit him in
descent.

O that the King wou'd dub him but a Lord,
To sit like S. dm-th, silent in reward!
For, spite of all his efforts and our pray'rs,
Heav'n never meant the man for state affairs.
Plan-mad, and ain'rous of th' unfruitful moon,
Give W-ndh-m Wilkins' wings-an air-balloon;
Let him blow bubbles (Newton did the same),
Or, like bland Darwin, winds and seasons tame;
But thin-spun theories, a rushing mind,
Imprudent, injudicious, o'er-refin'd,
Are failings far unfit a realm to guide-
Without sound reason, all is vain beside.
A perfect juggler in his plans of state,
He lays a system down, with solemn prate;
Cries "hecus pocus! prithee mark-look on;"
Then turns about, and presto-whip-tis gone!
Plan after plan the sad enthusiast moves,

The patient House winks, smiles, and disap

proves.

In ill-pair'd tropes our Secretary talks; Mud and the milky way alike he walks; And fondly copying democratic aims, 'Twixt high and low poetic banns proclaims; Now peas and pearls upon one chain compels ; Now couples Hercules with cockle-shells; Adroit with gilded frippery to gloss, The brittle temper of his mental dross. Thus Irish D-yle, loquacious as a nurse, Tells ten bad stories to bring round a worse; His studied jests from merry Miller draws, Eatraps a laugh and poaches for applause.

Smooth to perplex and candid to deceive; Alike expert to wed a cause and leave; A slave to method, yet the fool of whim, Good sense itself seems emptiness în him. In pompous jargon or low wit it hides, And very gravely makes us split our sides. Dull when he ponders, lucky in a hit, The very Sal Votatile of wit;

Thro' the dark night to find the day he gropes; He thinks in theories, and talks in tropes.

SCRIBLERUS. Cou'd Wh-tbr-d catch a spark of W-ndh-m's fire

POLYPUS. To deeds more dang'rous Wh-tbr-d might aspire.

But as it stands, our Brewer has not Nous,
To lead the mob, or to mislead the House.
See how the happy soul himself admires !
A hazy vapour thro' his head expires;
His curls ambrosial, hop and poppy shade,
Fit emblems of his talent and his trade.
Slow, yet not cautious; cunning yet not wise;
We hate him first, then pity, then despise.
The plodding dunce, a simular of wit,
Lays up his store of repartee and bit;

His brain bedeck'd with many a nice conceit,
As bills of Op'ra hang on butcher's meat.
The pains he takes to seem a wit, forgive.
It is the Dunce's sad perogative.

For fit is he th' affairs of state to move,
As Qy, who lisps his toothless love.
Puft with the Pride that loves her name in print,
And knock-kneed Vanity with inward squint;
Laborious, heavy, slow, to catch a cause,

Bills at long sight upon his wits he draws,
And with a solemn smartness in his mien,
Lights up his eyes and offers to look keen.

LINES,

Upon seeing a beautiful Infant sleeping on the bosom of its Mother.

UPON its native pillow dear,

The little slumb'rer finds repose,
His fragrant breath eludes the ear,

As zephyr passing o'er a rose.
Yet soon from that pure spot of rest,
Love's little throne! shall you be torn;

Time hovers o'er thy downy rest,

To crown thy ruby brow with thorn.

Oh! thoughtless! couldst thou now but see On what a world thou soon must move, Or taste the cup prepar'd for thee

Of grief, lost hopes, or widow'd love.

Ne'er from that breast thoud'st raise thine head,
But thou would'st breathe to heav'n a pray'r
To let thee in thy blossom fade,
And in a kiss to perish there.

ON BLINDNESS.

AH! think, if June's delicious rays
The eye of sorrow can illume,
Or wild December's beamless days
Can fling o'er all a transient gloom :

Ah! think, if skies, obscure or bright,

Can thus depress or cheer the mind;
Ah! think, 'midst clouds of utter night,
What mournful moments wait the Blind.

And who shall tell his cause for woe,
To love the wise he ne'er shall see;
To be a sire, and not to know

The silent babe that climbs his knee;
To have his feeling daily torn,

With pain, the passing meal to find; To live distressed, and die forlorn,

Are ills that oft await the Blind. When to the breezy uplands led,

At noon, or blushing eve, or morn, He hears the red-breast o'er his head,

While round him breathes the scented/thorn; But oh! instead of Nature's face,

Hills, dales, and woods, and streams combin'd; Instead of tints, and forms, and grace,

Night's blackest mantle shrouds the Blind./ If rosy youth, bereft of sight,

"Midst countless thousands, pines unblest,
As the gay flower withdrawn from light,
Bows to the earth where all must rest;
Ah! think, when life's declining hours
To chilling penury are consign'd,
And pain has palsied all his powers,

Ah! think what woes await the Blind!

TO CLARINDA.

To me, sweet Clarinda, delightful and dear Were the home grac'd by thee, though unlovely and drear

The prospects that hemm'd in the dwelling; Though Winter approach with his mantle of

snows,

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From Mr. CAREY's Amatory Poems, just published.
WHEN Colin first spoke of his amorous smart,
And told me that kissing could cure,
And hugg'd me, and called me the girl of his heart,
Why, I thought he was joking, for sure, for sure,
I thought he was joking, for sure.
When he woo'd me with sighs to consent to his
bliss,

Where the pink and the jasmine allure,
I thought; to myself, while he stole a soft kiss,
Was it that that he wanted, for sure, for sure?
Was it that that he wanted, for sure?
When with tears, at my feet, for compassion he
pray'd,

His anguish I could not endure; Yet I laugh'd at the comical figure he made, And cried, 'You are joking, for sure, for sure!' And cried, 'You are joking, for sure!'

And cold is the north wind around us that blows, But, oh! when he found that I pitied his case,

Yet glad is the heart, with thy presence that

glows,

And that love's warmest impulse is swelling. Though vagrant my mind when Clarinda's away, And these eyes when thou'rt absent in idleness stray,

Deem me not of the infidel number: Love shall pilot each wandering fancy to rest, And 'mid night's drearest solitude steal to thy

breast;

And these eyes, which not bent on Clarinda, not

blest,

Seal soft in a heaven of slumber.

The pleasure in dreaming of thee can surpass The frail fair's pleading charms, and the friend toasting glass,

'Mid the jollity Bacchus assembles;

But when present, love reads its reward in those

eyes,

And needs must consent to his cure; He lock'd me so fast in a tender embrace, That I thought I was dying, for 1 sure, I thought I was dying, for sure.

THE BARD.

for sure;

ON Irthing's smooth and verdant plains,
A Bard, infirm and poor,

Pathetic tun'd his warbling harp :

Alas! to tune no more!

"Flow on thou sweet and purling stream"Some future bard may stray

"Upon thy beauteous flow'ry banks,

"And pour the mournful lay.

"Here genius first inspir'd my breast

"The tuneful harp to play ; "And oft the echo, sorrow's note, "On Zephyrs bore away. 11

"Misfortune's sons are ev'ry where
"Dispers'd in ev'ry clime;
"And pen'ry's offspring bills the earth,
"Attendants on the Nine.

"These often pierc'd my youthful heart
"With sad affliction's throe;
"And cheerless press'd my weary thoughts
"Beneath a weight of woe.

"Now steal away ye trembling notes!"
"And glide in melting strains:
"The sun of life is setting fast

"A feeble ray remains.
"Farewell ye gay and pleasant scenes,
"Farewell thou murm'ring wave,
"Adieu ye bonny daisies white,
"I hasten to the grave!"
Reclin'd upon the dewy grass,

His arms asunder spread;
He clos'd his wild and flashing eye
Among the silent dead.

INSCRIPTION FOR A SUMMER-HOUSE.

IN this sequester'd calm, 'tis sweet
To hear the sky-lark's earliest song,
The purple light of morn to grect,

These dewy paths of health among;"
To mark the slanting sun-beams gleam
On groves and hamlets, spires and trees;
Dimly to trace the winding stream,

And catch the music of the breeze.
When from the sun's meridian rays

The sick'ning herds to shelter fly,
These moss grown seats and winding ways
A shade congenial shall supply.
Here let me wander, when at night

Dead silence holds her awful reign,
When the red beam of ev'ning light

Slumbers upon the peaceful plain; Or when the wether's tinkling bell

Swells on the ear, from distance borne, The owl sails by, and through the dell

The beetle winds his tuneful horn. Sounds such as these inspire the soul

With rapturous visions, soft and fair, The woe fraught scenes of life control, And so the the anguish of despair. Oh

oft may Spring renew

These scenes thy presence makes so dear! Autumn oft steep thy flowers in dew,

And Summer love to linger here.

Though Winter frown, 'tis but a day

'Till laughing Spring resume her reign, So joys and griefs our bosoms sway, And heartfelt pleasures banish pain.

TO ELIZA.

LET lighter bards in sportive numbers play,
Weave the gay wreath, and join the choral lay;
Round Pleasure's altar fading chaplets twine,
And deck their temples with the madd'ning vine;
My chaster Muse selects for Fancy's dream,
A dearer object, and a worthier theme.
For thee, Eliza, mistress of my soul,
The artless lines, untaught, spontaneous roll;
For thee, that yet in mem'ry's pious lay,
Its long forgotten vows my soul may pay.
Oh! form'd to please (if Beauty's self can please),
Oh! fraught with candour, elegance, and ease!
If yet thy breast its pristine warmth retain,
If yet thy footsteps tread my native plain;
Oh! while thy friend, thy more than lover strays,
Remote from thee, in folly's dubious maze:
Shall not remembrance, to his wounded heart,
Her balms disperse, her magic art impart?
Oh! while the scoff, the proud contemptuous
sneer,

Distress his feelings and assail his ear;
While bigot pride, the friend of schoolmen hoar,
And ignorance attack with barb'rous lore;
Oh! say, my fairest, shall not hope display
Her orient star to cheer my weary way,
My soul revolts, it sickens at the sight,
And turns to other realms its hasty flight:
To thee it turns, now more than doubly dear;
Thy voice shall soothe me, and thy smile shall

cheer;

For yet, methinks I see, with pleasure warm,
Thy face benignant, thy enchanting form.
And oft as mem'ry charms the tedious hour,
Oft as fair hope exerts her genial pow'r,
Once more I strike with renovated fire,
Obedient to thy call, the patriot lyre.
That lyre so long at careless distance flung,
Its notes forgotten, and its chords unstrung,
With songs of other times again shall cheer,
Though far from thee, its master's raptur'd ear;
Once more in Cambria's vales, unheard so long,
The hayad blythe shall hail the plaintive song.

SONG

Hence Jealousy, Discord, and Sorrow;

But welcome Worth, Friendship, and Love! Let grey-beards and fools dread to-morrow, We then ev'ry torment may prove : To-day let us push round the glasses,

That quench every spark of keen woe; And drink to true Friends and good Lasses, To them ev'ry pleasure we owe.

Since joys in this wide world of madness,

Are mingi'd with troubles and fears, Poor mortals should never court sadness; Man's life is but shorten'd by tears.

Long, long may we push round, &c.

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