Ere around the huge oak that o'er shadows yon mi Ere the church was a ruin that nods on yon hill, Could I trace back the time from a far distant date, And the farm I now held on your honor's estate, He, dying, bequeath'd to his son a good name, Which unsullied descended to me; For my child I've preserv'd it unblemished from shame, And it still from a spot shall be free. Lines written on leaving the coast of Farewell! devoted Isle, farewell! No more beneath yon concave blue, The turbid waste, the pitchy cloud! What horrors round the exile out! Blow on, ye scrowling East/winds blow, The scenes of former days arise, In sunshine painted gay, They strike the gloom with deeper dyes, Why cruel memory, still decoy, There fancy wav'd her magic wand, Now fancy with her airy crew, Then farewell! fancy, hope farewell! 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Where are the republics of Sparta, of Anthens, and of Rome? gone as if they never were; sunk again into pristine barbarity the rude hand of time has left but the remains of a statue, or the ruins of a temple from whose decay the traveller collects an idea of their ancient greatness. [NO. 14. Spain never ranked, either in splendid achiavment or in the fine. arts,with her contemporary nations If it be matter of curious speculation to trace the progress of a people from the earliest source to their highest pitch of refinement, no former age will more amply repay the labor of the inquirer. Let him begin with America, and from the first discovery of an ima mense territory, colonized by a few adventurous Britops, he will behold with increasing wonder extraordinary vicissitudes of fortune, producing in a few centuries a nation rivalling all Europe in commerce and in government. Let him next turn to the history of France-commence with the reign of the IVth Henry ;--what a vast and multifarious picture of human enterprize and political arcana occupies the period down to the reign of the last of the Capets! -France, towards the close of the eighteenth century presents a fruitful subject of interesting inquiry. lions of people swayed by anodiWe perceive four-and-twenty mil. oppression, rise in a moment in ous oligarchy, grow restless from priestcraft, and the overbearing arms against the thraklom of spirit of a dissolute nobility--no revolution was ever so suddenly ac- servations which engage suèk un- Spain, not benefitting by the experience of cotemporary nations, uniformly and sedulously keeps in curb the progress of science, vainly imagining with what facility she can govern her subjects, while they continue in ignorance, and are awed by the mummeries of the romish church. If she has succeeded in this, other causes have operated to accelerate her decline. There is a medium in every thing; and though we deprecate the sinister views of what is stiled a strong government, her weak and imbecild policy announce her approaching vassalage to France. Necessity is usually described as the parent of invention. While the ingenuity of every country has been racked in the discovery of efficient means of aggrandizement, Spain, from the rich produce of her colonies, is blind to her real advantage. Silver and gold are a mere circulating medium, and pass in exchange for the necessaries and the luxuries of life: In proportion to their scarcity, or plenty, industry will increase and diminish. The treasury of Madrid, thus plentifully supplied with those precious me Next turn to that singular phenomenon the British empire. What brilliant achievments, as well in the glory of arms as in the science of jurisprudence, embellish the page of history. But why dwell upon a theme so universally known to be the admiration, if not the envy of the world! Vol-tals, does away the obligation of umes have already been exhausted upon the subject, and, though we could indulge with pleasure and delight upon the endless variety it unites, we shall not consume the leisure of our readers with ob f *The recent patricide, attempted by the prince of Asturias; and general Ju. not's march to Madrid, would seem to announce the immediate approach of this epoch. imploying the accustomed means of commerce and agriculture for the attainment of wealth. Nursed in affluence, she has indulged to an excess, and languishing from habitual indolence, she is constitutionally without energy. Though magnificent in her means, she is the feeblest in Irer ends; and the crafty designs of a powerful and rapicious neighbor may now seize upon her treasury with impunity and reduce her to splendid beggary in a month. The mines of Mexico are the bane of her existence- || they have plunged her into actual inanity. Every science rots at her threshold. Priest-ridden, and swallowed up in superstition, the human intellects are poisoned and degraded. Where she can boast of one Villena, one Cervantes, and one Quevedo, she has to blush for a thousand Philips. The day after their arrival, at the house whither the duke had been removed, Sebastian was dispatched to Sarragossa to invite clerical assistance in paying the last obsequies to the ill-fated duchess and her daughter. Saragossa was the city from whence Alfonso had departed the afternoon of that day which witnessed the horrid catastrophe we have just detailed. It was distant only two leagues, and Sebastian, without much delay, returned in company with one of the franciscan brotherhood, of, whose superior, father Miguel, we shall have to speak hereafter. A month had almost expired, and the duke still languished in a state of inauspicious convalescence. His lodgings were far from uncomfortable, and though he was now attended by his own domestics, still the humane disposition of Alfonso attached him to the bed of one whose corporeal wound he had innocently been the cause. to his society, and having experienced in a singular degree the If a loquacious parade of his skill, and the endless catalogue of cases which he had encountered to complete radical cures, were proofs of the ability of the chi-The duke, too, became habituated rurgeon, which Alfonso procured the duke, Lampedo was the ablest of the profession. But whether from novelty of symptom, stubborn viscera of the wound, or the cupidity of an artful jobmaker, his patient certainly endured a long and painful illness. Sometimes deceived by appearances, every happy presage of convalescence Announced to Alfonso a certainty of speedy recovery--the returning. morn to banish all hope by a rapId increase of ill-omened aspect. wearied attendance of a total stranger, could have ill sustained the intelligence of his departure. It had been cruel in Alfonso to desert him. It had even been un just; for, though the duke was still ignorant that it was from him he had received his wound, he was still entitled to a continuation of his presence while he languished in so critical a state. The picture before Alfonso pre |