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No. I. is a View of the Green at Bombay, a large open and level space within the walls of the Fort, which was formerly the most busy spot perhaps in the Island, being then the great place of deposit for bales of cotton and other goods, and filled with Native merchants, brokers, markers, weighers, clerks, porters, &c. The whole of this is very faithfully delineated;-while the Church of Bombay, and the office of Messrs. Forbes and Co., shaded by the full foilage of overspreading trees, give a characteristic idea of the architecture of the place; and the groupes of natives, male and female, scattered over the fore-ground, add a useful and agreeable variety to the picture.

No. II. presents a more sublime association of objects. It is a View of the Approach to a celebrated Ghaut, or pass in the mountains, ascending from the plains near the coast to the higher country of the interior. This is drawn by Mr. Westall, from a painting by Colonel Johnson of the Bombay Army, and is eminently beautiful. The wavy outline of the mountain-summits, the rich clothing of forest foliage, the descending clouds, and the pure tints of atmospheric light, are all most happily blended into a perfect whole.

No. III. is another View at the summit of the same Ghaut, with peaked hills, a descending torrent, and a distant plain, from the same Artist, and not inferior in execution to its predecessor.

No. IV. is the same class of Ghaut scenery, but differing from the two former, in the wild grandeur of its simple outline, the large masses of its mountains, and the complete solitude that sits upon their summits. The reposing figures introduced, are in perfect harmony with the scene; as it might be inferred, from the silent aspect of all around, that no other human footsteps than their own, were within sight or hearing of their halting place.

No. V. The Fort of Dowlutabad, or "City of Riches" of the Moguls, the ancient Deo Gurh of the Hindoos, is a fine specimen of the Hill Forts of India in general. The picture is agreeably relieved by a light towering minaret on the right, and a foliage-crowned ruin on the left, with groupes of Native warriors beneath the bastions and battlements of the fortress in the centre.

No. VI. Among the very many Drawings we have seen of the Great Excavated Temple at Ellora, we remember none that appeared to us equal to this, which was drawn on the spot, for Lady Hood, by Captain Grindlay, in 1813. The dark shadows of the superincumbent rock are finely contrasted with the light sky against which its outline is traced: and the rich and laboured ornaments of the sculptured temple itself, are finely brought out from the surface.

The letter-press descriptions appended to each of these Views, must add considerably to their interest, especially to persons not already familiar with the country and the scenes pourtrayed. With their aid, they cannot fail to be acceptable to all classes, and we shall rejoice to see the success, we think so well deserved, attend the publication to its close.

MEMOIR OF THE LATE DR. HEBER, BISHOP OF CALCUTTA.

THE very recent arrival of the late melancholy intelligence from India, would permit us only to notice, on the concluding page of our last number, the sudden and justly regretted decease of Dr. Reginald Heber, the pious and learned Bishop of Calcutta. For such a full narrative as we would wish to record on our pages, of the virtues and accomplishments which attended his literary and theological career, we must wait till some friend, intimately conversant with the circumstances of his life, and the progress of his

studies, shall have performed, what cannot be long neglected, the duty of a biographer. In the mean time, on a subject especially interesting to our Oriental readers, we proceed to offer the fullest account of the late Bishop's family, and of his life and writings, chiefly previous to his emigration, which our present opportunities for information have allowed us to collect.

The late Bishop of Calcutta, required not, to render him truly respectable, the high ecclesiastical rank to which he attained, nor the consequence of the family from which he sprang. Nor, indeed, would these alone have been sufficient; for, as that distinguished ornament of the seventeeth century, Bishop Wilkins, has remarked, on concluding one of his curious philosophical speculations," whatever the world may think, yet it is not a vast estate, a noble birth, an eminent place, that can add any thing to our true real worth; but it must be the degrees of that which makes us men, that must make us better men, the endowments of our soul, and the enlargement of our reason."

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We learn from Dr. Whitaker's History and Antiquities of Craven,' that the family of Heber occurs in very ancient documents, connected with that district of the County of York. Their rise into their present consequence as Lords of the Manor, and ecclesiastical patrons of Marton, is thus described:

"Marton gave name to a race of mesne Lords, who flourished here, though under great changes of fortune, till the beginning of James the First's time. Upon the ruin of the Martons arose the family of Heber, or more properly, as it is vulgarly pronounced,Hayber; so called, undoubtedly, from a place in the neighbourhood named Hayber or Hayberg."

To a description of the "Parish of Marton," Dr. Whitaker has annexed a genealogical table, tracing from the earliest record, down to the subject of this biographical attempt, the family of "Heber, of Marton and Stainton, in the County of York, and of Hodnet in the County of Salop." In this table we find, "Reginald Heber, A. M., of West Marton Hall," first "Rector of Chelsea," afterwards "Co-Rector of Malpas, in Cheshire." He had, in 1766, on the death of an elder brother, succeeded to his manorial rights and ecclesiastical patronage; and to the occupation of the family mansion. By some clerical contrivance," he held the Rectory of Hodnet," though " in his own patronage."

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Of the Rev. Reginald Heber, his friend, the Rev. Ralph Churton, communicated some information to the 74th volume (p. 470) of the 'Gentleman's Magazine.' He was born at Marton in 1728, and became Fellow of Brazen Nose College, Oxford. He does not appear to have written any thing except an "Elegy among the tombs at Westminster Abbey," which first appeared in Pearch's Collection, and among the Oxford poems, "Verses to George III."

on his accession. This "learned and amiable clergyman” died in his seventy-sixth year, at his Rectory of Malpas, January 10, 1804, soon after his return from Oxford, where he heard his second son speak in the theatre, his poem on Palestine. To the life and writings of that son, by his father's second wife," Mary, daughter of Cuthbert Allanson, D. D.", whom, according to Mr. Churton, he had married in July 1782, we must now confine ourselves.

Reginald Heber was born in or about 1783. Of his earliest education, we have not been able to procure any information, yet the harvest has sufficiently discovered that the seed-time was not neglected; nor a parent's most serious duty unperformed. He was entered at All-Souls College, Oxford, probably, as early as other Academics. His poem on Palestine' was written there" at the age of nineteen ;" and esteemed by Dr. Whitaker, 66 one of the best college exercises ever written. From such blossoms," he adds, "may reasonably be expected fruits of Paradise."

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This Prize-Poem was recited by the Author, in the theatre, Oxford, at the commencement, June 15, 1803, and published in 1809, with the addition of a poetical "fragment entitled, the Passage of the Red Sea.'" Palestine extends to more than four hundred lines, of unequal merit, as may easily be supposed. We shall select a few, which, if we are not mistaken, will bring no discredit on a juvenile poet's college exercise.

Recollecting the dreary and desolate condition of Judea, the "widowed queen, forgotten Sion," is thus addressed, on the comparison of her former grandeur with her present debasement

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"Where now thy pomp, which kings with envy view'd?
Where now thy might, which all those kings suddu'd?
No martial myriads muster in thy gate;

No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait;
No prophet-bards thy glittering courts among,
Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song:
But lawless Force and meagre Want are there,

And the quick-darting eye of restless Fear;
While cold Oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid,

Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade."

The poet next avails himself of a notion prevalent in the East, and adopted by some later Jews, probably from the Oriental Sages, that the protection of each country was specially committed to certain celestial authorities. He then proceeds to propitiate the holy angels to whom Palestine had been entrusted.

"Ye Guardian Saints! ye warrior-sons of heav'n!
To whose high care Judea's state was giv'n!

O, wont of old your nightly watch to keep,

A host of gods, on Sion's tow'ry steep!
If e'er your secret footsteps linger still
By Siloa's fount, or Tabor's echoing hill,
If e'er your song on Salem's glories dwell,
And mourn the captive land you lov'd so well;

(For oft, 'tis said, in Kedron's palmy vale,
Mysterious harpings swell the midnight gale,
And, blest as balmy dews that Hermon cheer,
Melt in soft cadence on the pilgrim's ear ;)
Forgive, blest spirits, if a theme so high
Mock the weak notes of mortal minstrelsy;
Yet, might your aid this anxious breast inspire
With one faint spark of Milton's seraph fire,
Then should my muse ascend with bolder flight,
And wave her eagle plumes, exulting in the light."

The Author now returns to the distress and degradation of Jerusalem, under Turkish despotism, and not unpoetically describes the rural charms of the surrounding scenery:

"O happy once in heaven's peculiar love,
Delight of men below, and saints above!

Though, Salem, now the spoiler's ruffian hand

Has loos'd his hell-hounds o'er thy wasted land;

Though weak, and whelm'd beneath the storms of fate,

Thy house is left unto thee desolate;

Though thy proud stones in cumbrous ruin fall,
And seas of sand o'ertop thy mould'ring wall;
Yet shall the Muse to Fancy's ardent view
Each shadowy trace of faded pomp renew;
And as the Seer on Pisgah's topmost brow
With glist'ning eye beheld the plain below,
With prescient ardour drank the scented gale,
And bade the opening glades of Canaan hail;
Her eagle-eye shall scan the prospect wide,
From Carmel's cliffs to Almotana's tide;
The flinty waste, the cedar-tufted hill,
The liquid health of smooth Ardeni's rill;

The grot, where, by the watch-fire's evening blaze,

The robber riots, or the hermit prays;

Or, where the tempest rives the hoary stone,

The wint'ry top of giant Lebanon."

Passing by the warrior Druses," the feats of the marauding hordes, and the magic tales, which "Hagar's offspring tell" of Solomon, in "Arabia's legendary lays;" also some of the most remarkable events of Jewish history, we arrive at the following description of the early progress in the arts of life which distinguished Israel:

"For thee his ivory load Behemoth bore,

And far Sofala teem'd with golden ore;

Thine all the arts that wait on wealth's increase,
Or bask and wanton in the beam of peace.
When Tyber slept beneath the cypress gloom,
And silence held the lonely woods of Rome;
Or e'er to Greece the builder's skill was known,
Or the light chisel brushed the Parian stone;
Yet here fair science nurs'd her infant fire,
Fann'd by the artist-aid of friendly Tyre.
Then tower'd the palace, then in awful state
The Temple rear'd its everlasting gate.

No workman's steel, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung.
Majestic silence!-then the harp awoke,

The cymbal clang'd, the deep-voic'd trumpet spoke ;

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And Salem spread her suppliant arms abroad,

View'd the descending flame, and bless'd the present God."

On the destruction of the far-famed Temple, which rendered Jerusalem "the glory of all lands," the scene is immediately changed to their cruel bondage,

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Who, dragg'd to Shinar's fiery sand,

Till'd, with reluctant strength, the stranger's land;
Who sadly told the slow-revolving years,

And steep'd the captive's bitter bread with tears;
Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would burn,
Their destin'd triumph, and their glad return;
And their sad lyres, which, silent and unstrung,
In mournful ranks on Babel's willows hung,
Would oft awake to chaunt their future fame,

And from the skies their lingering Saviour claim."

The poet now describes the advent of the Messiah, whos character and pretensions were so ill suited to gratify the worldl expectations of his countrymen. Here is largely adopted the lan guage both of the Christian and the Jewish Scriptures. The woe of the besieged Jerusalem succeeds, and her consequent desolation till

"In her wide streets the lonely raven bred,
There bark'd the wolf, and dire hyænas fed.
Yet, 'midst her towery fanes, in ruin laid,
The pilgrim saint his murmuring vespers paid;
"Twas his to climb the tufted rocks, and rove
The chequer'd twilight of the olive grove;
"Twas his to bend beneath the sacred gloom,
And wear with many a kiss Messiah's tomb:
While forms celestial fill'd his tranced eye,
The daylight dreams of pensive piety."

In a poem on Palestine, "the red-cross warriors," and "the war dering hermit," who " waked the storm of war," could not be omi ted. Nor can we forbear to excuse a young Oxonian, writin amidst the national irritation largely excited during the late even ful contest, if he compliment church and state, with an invective "the apostate chief," whose " trophied banners," brought "fro Misraim's subject shore," appeared before" Acre's wall." We co clude with a theme more agreeable-the prediction, for, we trus the bard is here a prophet, in favour of the holy city:

"Yet shall she rise ;-but not by war restor'd,
Not built in murder,-planted by the sword.
Yes, Salem, thou shalt rise: thy Father's aid
Shall heal the wound his chastening hand has made;
Shall judge the proud oppressor's ruthless sway,
And burst his brazen bonds, and cast his cords away.
Then on your tops shall deathless verdure spring;
Break forth, ye mountains, and, ye vallies, sing!
No more your thirsty rocks shall frown forlorn,
The unbeliever's jest, the heathen's scorn;
The sultry sands shall tenfold harvests yield,
And a new Eden deck the thorny field."

Thus pacific and Christian were the concluding desires express

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