on melody is followed by rules for composing mu sic in parts, with tasks and exercises for the student, rhythm or time. After an excellent chapter on modulation, the doctrine of the canon, fugue, and imitation, are treated of at some length. The learned professor then winds up the whole with a luminous exposition of all the different styles of vocal and instrumental music, concluding with a recommendation to the student to perform the following tasks:-1st. To make variations to airs in the manner of different masters. 2d To put dif ferent basies to a given treble. 3d. Different trebles to a given bass. 4th. Different trebles and basses to a given inner part. 5th. To write accompaniments on a ground bass. We are sorry our limits will not permit a more enlarged view of this erudite performance, for which reason we are obliged to postpone our examination of the tract on tuning temperament, the monochord, &c. at the end of the book, but shall take an early oppor tunity of notic.ng it, as well as Lord Stanhope's treatise on the same subject.

The Woodman's Hut, a melo-drama, performed at the Theatre Royal Drury Lane, composed by Charles E. Horn.

We are

The overture begins with a slow movement in C minor, which is followed by a very spirited allegro in the major mode of C, led off by horus and clario. nets, and pursued through different modulations by hautboys and trumpets; the whole band joining them at the twentieth bar, with a little pressure on the time, has a very spirited effect. Buch pleased with the charming ballad of "Oh never say I stole the heart." There is much origi mality in the New Lullaby." The air of "Some may choose a life of thinking," is calculated to display a fine bass voice to advantage. On the whole, the Opera is very creditable to the talents of Mr. Horn Several errors of the engraver occur in the second movement of the overture, which no doubt will be corrected in the second edition.

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In Cities, Seats of Pleasure, a Polacca for two voices, composed by Sir J. A. Stevenson, Mus. Doc.

This elegant trifle is set in Sir J. Stevenson's best measure. It is full of pathos and tender expres sion. The farewell, at the beginning of the third page, accompanied by the horns. is particularly beautiful. We have only to regret, that we do not ofteuer meet with the name of Sir J. S. as he stands unrivalled in that species of composition.

The Royal Naumachia, Far, and Fireworks, a grand Dramatic Divertimento, by M. P. King.

This little piece, written on the spur of the occasion, will not bear rigid inspection. Suffice it tosay, that it is composed in a lively, pleasing strain, and though we should not discover the sentiment each movement is meant to convey, were it not written at the head, yet it is no discredit to the talents of Mr. King, and forms a good practice for young performers on the piano forte.

The celebrated National Dance of Spain, the Cachucha, as danced at the King's Theatre, by Senora Mercandoti, arranged for the piano-forte by F. J. Klose.

This piece begins with a maestoso introduction, well supported throughout It is then followed by

a very pleasing Polacca, or Zapateado, with a va riety of evolutions appropriately brought in: the

Cachucha itself is a short and curious movement in 3-8ths time, the accent chielly lying on the second quaver. This movement, accompanied by the fantastic toe of Senora M. cannot but produce a fascinating effect

Sonate à Quatre Mains pour le Piano Forte, composé par P. Wineberger.

Mr. Wineberger seems to have set all hands to the laboring oar. There is a pleasing mixture of spirit and pathos in this piece, which consists of three movements, and is extremely well calculated for performers pretty far advanced in the science.

An EXTRACT from ST. GREGORY NAZIANZEN'S POEM DE VITA SUA, translated from the GREEK, by 11. S. BOYD. [He is describing the events which befel him when he was travelling about to study at the different universities.]

FROM Alexandria, in whose classic bowers I also cull'd the fruit which learning yields, I sail'd, and instant plough'd the Sea of Greece,

By Cyprus coasting: there conflicting winds Convuls'd our bark, and universal night Enwrapp'd the earth, the sea, the air, the heav'ns.

Loud roar'd the thunder, wide the lightning blaz'd;

The swelling sails were fill'd; the cordage crack'd ;* [hand The mast gave way; and from the pilot's

The rudder flew, in quivering fragments

riven.

High o'er the deck the sweeping billows roll'd;

And sad and wild a mingled murmur rose, Of sailors, boatswains, rowers, masters, pilots,*

The Greek of this line is as follows: Ναυλών, κελευσιῶν, δεσποῶν, ἐπηβόλων. With the ordinary sense of the word kwüßches every body is acquainted; but what is the exact meaning of it here? After having shewn the passage to a learned divine of the Church of England, who confessed he could make nothing of it, I submitted it to a gentleman who is a native of the isle of Cyprus, and to whom the Greek language is nearly as familiar as the English to us. When he first examined it, he was of opinion that i Box here signifies skilful, experienced; but upon more mature reflection, he was inclined to think that it means the pilots. In the former case, he conceived it to agree with Sólov. On the margin of the printed Edd.

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All wept with me; with me they rais'd their voice;

With me, in that extremity, they pray'd,
So much in my distress. they sympathized.
Thou wert, O Christ! my great deliverer

then,

strove

Which most should triumph in destruction's work.

God view'd with pity, and the first of these Dispell'd some merchants from Phoenicia's

coast

Appear'd in sight; when from our cries they

learn

Our deep distress, tho' fearing for themselves,
Wielding with potent arms their flying oars,
They reach and aid us: we were little more
Than corses floating on a watery bier,
Or fishes left to gasp upon the beach,
Or lamps expiring when their oil is wasted.
But louder yet th' infuriate tempest howl'd,
And more and more the maddening billows
raged;

No friendly haven open'd on our view,
And from the skies no bright salvation
beam'd.

While all the rest one common danger fear'd.*

A thought more dreadful chill'd my fainting soul.

For me no wave baptismal yet had flow'd, Me, now encompass'd by the waves of death. This, this was ruin; this, to me, was shipwreck :

At this I wept; for this I wrung my hands, In mournful concert with the deep below; Rending my garments, prostrate, comfortless.

And what most strange may seem, although

most true,

Forgetful of their own disastrous state,

we have a various reading, καὶ ἐπιβαλῶν, from whence an ingenious friend struck out the following happy emendation:-Navy, κελευστῶν, ἐπιβατῶν καὶ δεσποιῶν. In the common lexicons imárnç is rendered vector; but, if I remember right, HESYCHIUS explains it thius :-Ο μὴ κωπηλάτης, ἀλλὰ πλέον paxing. I also have had my conjectures :such as ἐπηλύδων, ἐπηρείμων, ὑπηρετών. should esteem myself indebted to any man of learning who, through the medium of this Magazine, would throw light upon the subject.

I

Was seen, no beacon gleam'd, no pitying

star

Look'd forth to guide the woe-worn mariner,
In that dread hour, what was my high resolve?
How did I shun the gloomy gates of death?
Renouncing earthly aid, to thee I look,
My life, my breath, my light, my strength,
my safety;

At once appalling, thrilling, smiling, healing, With misery's cup commingling comfort's balm!

Recounting, then, the wond'rous deeds of old,

In which thy mighty hand we recognise ; The waters cleft, the march of Israel's host, An army vanquish'd by a prophet's hands High rais'd; gypt, beneath the dreadful scourge,

Bruis'd, with her chiefs; Creation's laws led captive;

A city levell'd at the trumpet's blast; And then connecting with those mighty deeds

My own portentous destiny, I said,

Thine have I been, O Lord, and yet am

thine;

* In his Funeral Oration on his Father, St. Gregory has given us a narration of the same event; but it is more concise, and less beautiful. The storm is simply mentioned, not described, and the sublime and interesting prayer to Christ is wholly omitted.

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waves

For ever gliding sweet, as men believe:
Entice by no deceptive deadly snare,

I lured my friends to things of higher worth.
And here again th' Almighty Parent blest me.
Me to the wisest of mankind he join'd,
Alone surpassing all in life and doctrine.
Ask ye his name? Ye might have known
his name!

'Twas Basil; my support, my blessing now. He was the sharer of my thoughts, my studies,

My humble roof; and might I boast, I'd say, We were a pair whom Greece did not despise.

With us all things were common, and one soul

Connected, moved, and animated both.

FRAGMENT of a PROSPECT from a HILL in FIFE." By the late G. WALLACE, esq. ALONG its banks, wet with heroic blood, Some fields extend, an active scene,‡ on which

Relentless man, delirious and bold,

Hath, cruel, oft displayed his fellest rage,
Butchering, hyena-like, and worse, his kind.
Glory intoxicates the noble mind,
And, like a vision playing on the sight,
Hurries the brave to court it in the field
'Mid toils, and death, and stratagems, and

war,

That steel the tender heart 'gainst cries of

woe.

Hence monarchs dream of conquest and a

name.

The nations rush to arms, and subjects feel The madness and ambition of their kings.§

The Greek of this elegant passage may be found in a letter of mine, printed in the sixteenth number of the Class. Journal, where I pointed out a remarkable plagiarism in the Henriade of Voltaire.

+ Baciλews Fv, lò méy' o'gehog Tüvvv Blou. Read Barines, and compare the following verse, which is about 360 lines from the beginning of the poem :-Βασίλειος ὗτος ἦν ὁ νῦν μετ' αγγέAv. By some unaccountable mistake of the editor or the printer, or perhaps of both, the word is here spelt aright.

Every one acquainted with the history of Scotland, must recollect that the most remarkable events in it happened along the banks of the Forth, on the fields between Stirling, Falkirk, and Linlithgow.

§ Delirant reges; plectuntur Achivi. Hor. 11. epist. 2, l. 14,

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arms.

The chiefs had fought, but fighting still in vain,

O'erborne by numbers, by false friends be trayed,

Had each retir'd, disdainful, to their homes,
Hoping, their minds unconquer'd, other suns
Should yet propitious shine to shed more soft
And kindly beams on old Macalpin's race.
Last of the chieftains, Stewart sheathed his
sword:

Far from alarms, in sea-surrounded isle,
Its coasts defended by a faithful band
Of firm devoted gallant youths, he lived
Secure and peaceful, 'midst his fields in Bute
And all the pleasures of domestic life.
He kept his sheep, and, studious, marked the
plants

That fed the mildness of his fleecy care,
The borders painted of his babbling rills,
Or o'er the cliffs their branching wildness
hung

In lonely grace. The poor, his herds, and
Alocks,

And tenants, blessed their kind and generous lord.

Soon as he heard fair freedom's voice and thine,

All private cares forgot, he seized his lance, He called his men, and left his sweet retreat. These joined their force, and on yon§ plains opposed

Their arms, alone, to haughty Edward's hosts.

The peasant there, driving his team along, Still points the ground on which the warriors fought

The Romans built a chain of forts, and afterwards a wall between the Forth and the Clyde, to defend their province against the inroads of the Scots.

+ Scotland is termed, not without propriety, the Desert of the Hills, in fragments of Gaelic poetry.

Boes, Buchanan, Hume, § Near Falkirk.

CHARADES, by FREDERIC BEWLEY, esq. Loud echoed my first from the neighbouring hill,

And anon o'er the field swept the wellbreathed hound,

Whilst low in the vale, to the fast rippling rill,

My second responsively flung its mild sound;

And as Corydon trill'd the gay tune, you might see

In roseate bloom his own sweetly-lov'd lass,

With fantastical movement and innocent glee,

Featly figure my whole on the smooth shaven grass.

Still, still perplex'd with ceaseless thirst,
The toper ever does my first,

'Ere to my next the goblet can ascend : My whole you'll find with perfect ease, For I protest, that if you please,

You now may have it at your finger's end!

How inverted and odd is the fate of the slave Who is closely imprisoned before he is

taken!

Such an one is my first, who can frequently

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With unflinching exertion and desperate zeal, By my whole are the deserts of Araby trod, When he sojourns, with high-beating bosom, to kneel

At the impious shrine of his prophet and God!

TO SUSAN.

Susan, this heart, to love's soft passion new, Has learnt its wishes and its woes from you; It loves, but oh! how dearly and how well Thoughts may ne'er guess, and words may never tell;

Mild as yon western star, whose orbit pale, To fancy's eye beams o'er our native vale, Thy form to me; but ah! though nearer far,

Less seldom seen than yon returning star. Would that each eve I could as certain be Where yon star glimmers to discover thee: Why cannot love, who paints thy form more bright

Than star or planet which adorns the night, Empower hat form like them through space to shine,

Although less visible, not less divine.
Did thy mild spirit all the torments know,
Which hourly bring unutterable woe,
Those eyes might weep, that bosom might
forgive,

And with one smile of pity bid me love.
Vain hope! to Susan's ears no friendly air
Wafts on its wings these murmurs of despair,
Hid from thy sight these tears must vainly
flow,

Vainly this heart in sighs express its woe. Then welcome thou most sad, most hopeless

lot,

To live, oh no; to die, by her forgot!
Oh! it is hard from lingering life to part,
Unwept by her who rules the doating heart;
Did but one tear of thine, to pity due,
Though not to love, my nameless tomb be-
dew;

That conscious tomb a short-liv'd smile would wear,

While Susan wept his fate who moulder'd there.

Maid of the mild blue eye and auburn hair, Turn not with coldness from thy lover's prayer,

But with relenting smiles of pity cure
That wound which else will through all

time endure. Sept. 19.

ODE.

AMATOR.

Ranging the shady groves at night,
I met a boy, in piteous plight :-
His eyes wept show'rs of glist'ning tears;

His face seem'd blanch'd with causeless fears;

Youth's roses from his cheeks were fied,
And faintness each fair limb o'erspread.
Whilst viewing o'er the beauteous child,
He spake, with looks and accents mild-
"Oh! shield my tender, trembling form
From this oppressive, ruthless storm!"
And then again his tears fast fell,
And he did mimic grief so well,

THE occurrences of the past month scarcely afford matter for record or observation under this head. It must indeed be sufficiently obvious, that during a parliamentary vacation, in time of peace, no domestic events of much political consequence, can possibly present themselves to the pen of the historian.

Considerable embarkations of troops have taken place at Portsmouth and Plymouth. Their destination is not avowed; but it can scarcely be doubted that they are bound for America. Large quantities of clothing and arms have likewise been shipped.

The depredations committed upon our coasts by American privateers, in spite of our immense navy, have caused general dissatisfaction in the commercial world. It is certainly a lamentable consideration, that after we have annihilated the fleets of all the maritime powers of Europe, a few petty marauders should be suffered to cross the Atlantic, and to make daily captures of our most valuable merchantmen, almost within our very ports. The remonstrances on this subject that have already been transmitted to the Admiralty, certainly demand the serious attention of that board, and loudly call for a more judicious distribution of that part of our naval force best adapted to repress the insolence of our puny enemies, whose very insignificance only serves to render our loss the more provoking.

The Avon sloop, of 18 guns, commanded by the Hon. James Arbuthnot, sunk after a desperate battle with the American sloep Wasp, of 22 guns, on the night of Sept. 1, near Kinsale. The Castilian sloop came up during the action, and was about to take part in the engagement; but discovering a signal of distress from the Avon, bore away to the assistance of that ship, and had scarcely time to take out her crew be

fore she went to the bottom. The Wasp received so much damage that she is supposed to have shared the sutne fate. The killed and wounded of the Aver amounted to 21; among the former was her first lieutenant, and among the latter the captain and second lieutenant.

The marriage of his Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland to the Princess Dowager of Solms, by birth a Princess of Mecklenburg Strelitz, and widow of Prince Louis of Prussia, has been solemnized at Strelitz.

FRANCE.

The attention of the government of France is laudably directed to the improvement of her dilapidated finances and internal administration. Among the measures recently brought forward for accomplishing this desirable object, those which principally deserve our notice are two projéts of laws relative to the property of emigrants and the exportation of corn. In the preamble to the first, the king refers to the engagement which he has already contracted, and which he here renews to maintain the sales of national property. The law, therefore, confirms all sales, transfers, and judgments, that took place previously to the promulgation of the charter: but it proposes that all possessions confiscated on account of emigration which have not been sold or appropriated to the Sinking Fund, and form part of the domains of the state, shall be restored to the proprietors, their heirs, or assigns.

The attention recently claimed by the corn laws of our country, must render the regulations adopted by foreign states on that infportant subject o, considerable interest. The provisions of the projet for definitively authorizing the exportation of grain from France, provisionally permitted by the ordinance of the 20th of July are as follow:

The frontier departments of France shall be divided into three classes. The