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Than citadels, or all the Othman host:
Or where the wondering Egypt heard the crash
Of Hyperborean arms : the Gothic flags
Catch the fell blasts of Afric, and around
Sweeps loathsome pestilence, prepared to check
The furies of barbaric war with fiends
More horrid than his own. Ye parching winds,
Breathed from the centre of the burning sand,
Ye faithless coasts, ye deserts, tracked by men
More savage than yourselves, say, with what fear
Unknown before, when Macedonian arms,
Roman or Persian, chased your flying hordes,
You saw the British chief than Ammon's son
More terrible, engirt with flames and death,
Ride o'er your boiling strands, upon your shores
Come thundering, and all the Gallic flags,
And from their moorings in one fiery grasp
The grappled navy tear? What though your sands,
Your plains accursed, your blasted hillocks (where
Bleak Despotism sits enthroned by Fate
On monuments of slavery) can rear
No freeborn chaplets of enduring Oak,
No civic crowns to shade á patriot brow;
Yet must some tears of admiration fall
On Abercrombie's grave, and, all ye can, .
Your ever-verdant palms shall strew the spot,
Where for mankind a British Hero died !

“In milder climes, beneath her oaken shade,
Shall Freedom raise the hymn of victory :
The healthy zephyrs playing round her neck
Shall float her tresses wild, and airy vest;
Her fair arm balances the guardian spear;
Her hand she rests upon

the shield of peace,
And smiles o'er British waves : the pendent cliff,
The forest unconfined, the scented heath,
The living fount that scoops the polished rock,
Are cherished by her smile: her oaken shade
She celebrates with joy ; with joy contenrns
The gorgeous prisons of the sceptered East,
The spoils barbaric, and the studded thrones
Where Justice never sat; mean contrasts all
To her enlivening beams and genial day!” P.72.
“ And should again the prostrate liberties
Of Europe wither in the ruffian grasp
Of tyranny, more base than ever Rome
Pressed on her plundered provinces, the sons
Of Freedom o'er the Atlantic waves shall bear

Their spotless virtues to a kindred world." P. 75.
Mr. Tighe has used the metaphoric language of some of
the prophets with considerable effect in the following ani-
mated and poetical address

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“ Daughter of Albion, empress of the maiır,
Turn to thy God! - for He hath set a crown
Of gold and pearls upon thy favoured front,
And covered thee with more than Tyrian robes. -
Thee the unceasing currents of the Cape,
The storms of Mozambique, the dark monsoons
Obey, and waft the wealth of Serica,
Of Taprobane and golden Chersonese,
(Known by new names) to heap thy envied mart!
Daughter of commerce, empress of the main,
Turn to thy God;— For He hath girt thy breast
With iron ramparts, and thy loins with strength:
By Him the perilous shoals, by Him the rocks
Were laid, that circle thy embattled shore:
He wings His storms around, and on thy flanks
Hath circumfused the currents of His sea.
Turn to thy God, ob Albion! - For He gave
The patient Oak to waft thee to renown,
And eternise thy freedom in His love!

P. 78.
The political allusions blended with the description of
Windsor forest and the British oak, evince the taste and
skill of the poet.

.. the British Oaks, in looser groups,
Surround with native majesty the hall
Or ancient mansion, where the joyous song
Of hospitable harmony collects
The Arts, and sister Graces: where the Muse
Strays unconfined, and to the Naïad chants,
Beside the trickling fount, the tale of yore,
The tale of arms, of victory, or fame.' P. 85.

6 She sings Porphyrion, and his serpent crew,
Who tore the ancient forests from the earth
Convulsed, and hurled them, in invading storms
Of roaring fire, against the throne of Jove:
Amid the desolation, unappalled
Stood Hercules; and with one giant branch,
Rived from a flaming Oak, dashed Eurytus
Blaspheming from the clouds: so shall the fiends
Of Gaul in vain their poisoned serpents writhe,

in vain a thousand armed hosts,
Rapacious to devour the verdant isles
Qf Britain; who unaided guards the rock
Of Freedom, and alone sustains the world.

The Dryads and the Fauns repeat the strain." P. 87.
Those who have read the narrative of Cook's last voyage,
will feel the justness of this tribute

« 'Tis then she heaves the recollective sigh,
Melting in softer notes the broken lay.
For after all thy patient labours done,

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For after all thy deeds of social love,
O virtuous navigator, son beloved
Of Britain, after all thy glorious race,
No friends sustain thee to an hououred grave!
No kindred mourners thy loved corpse

A savage hand, amid thy great career,
Torė thee from manhood and thy country's arms,
And left thee mangled on a barbarous shore,
O virtuous navigator, son beloved
of Britain, who explored, with dauntless aim,
The mighty barriers of each frozen pole!

The weeping Nereïds shall repeat the strain." P. 90,
A generous verse is also bestowed on the unfortunate
La Pérouse; after which the hero of Trafalgar commands

“ But louder notes resume the broken lay,
Such as amid the desolating storm
Were heard, when Victory bedewed her palms
At Trafalgar with tears: enraged, the Sea
In mountains rolled around her Hero's bier,
Poured the couflicting tempest, winged with death;
She woke the Furies of the deep, prepared
To celebrate in watery obsequics,
The direful sacrifice of all his fues :
But British Virtue, with a nobler aim,
Soothes the congenial spirit of her friend;
And snatching from the grasp of ruin, bears
His struggling enemies in triumph o'er
The waves' reluctant foam; nor heeds the shock
Of seas and winds nor Terror's howling form,

When Pity leads her through the wreck of night.” P. 92. The following sentiment is highly honourable to the author's head and heart. " We would not rob you


watal shade,
Ye wandering nations of the western world,
To rule with foreign hulls the subject main.
To thee the sovereign trident of the seas
Belongs, O daughter of the British grove,
To thee the everlasting care to shield

From ruffian arms the nymphs of Albion.” P. 102. We shall only extract the author's concluding address to Liberty and his native woods in Ireland, with a truly patriotic appeal to his countrymen. Lamenting the persecution of Liberty, who from

6 .. where the frantic Gaul adored a false
And prostituted image, idly styled
The form of Freedom, on whose altars bled,


Mid stifled groans, an hundred hecatombs
Of human victims. — Check thy rash career,
O Muse! and homeward turn thy steeds fatigued,
Court the refreshing murmur of thy streams,
Thy native shades, where Liberty still holds
Her jealous reign, and listens to the songs
Of Hope; where, u'er the windings of the rock
Leaps the re-echoing torrent, or its foam
Whirls round beneath the towering cliff, whose brow
The vivid holly overpeers, and waves
The birch, in woodbine fillets hung, her buds,
Her purple sprays, and silver arms above.

Here, on an humble seat, unseen, beneath
Yon ivied rock, or where the russet thatch
Shelters an artless hut, let me retrace
The dream of life; or, if that dream årouse
The melancholy train of phantoms doomed
To haunt the restless circle, sadly trod
By human recollection, let me awake
The Genius of the wood; with him restore
The memory of lapsed ages; see the wolf,
Sole tyrant of the forest, from his lair
Spring to the chase, and on the heathy rock
Arrest the panting fawn; behold again,
Aro hd the blazing heap, a naked band
Consume the monstrous elk, by savage wiles
Ensnared; or image scenes, where Danish stvords
Have dyed the stream in blood; or where the one
And patient anchorite hath told his beads,
While yet the woods of Erin could enshroud
Her thousand saints. — Why, Erin, are thy bills
Unclad, thy mountains of their robes bereft?
Shall the cold breeze, unchecked, pour_o'er thy plains
For ever? Has the fiend of Discord chased
Thy ancient Dryads to some peaceful shore
Remote, and left thee bare and desolate?
In vain the British Oak shall plough the sea,
Protector of thy liberties, if thou
Neglect with lenient hand to bind thy wounds.

“ Then may thy happier scenes revive, and all
Thy sylvan nymphs and deities return,
The sacred woods above thy rivers bend,
And grateful harps, upon Lagenian (Leinster] hills,
Or where the Atlantic or the northern main
Swells in the bosom of thy winding bays,
Record the living Oak : thy sons, no more
Clear the dark wilderness of western worlds,
Or bathe their restless hands in kindred blood;
While Commerce shall unfurl her social sails
To every wind, circling from every sea,
Thy verdant shores secure; and Fame adorn
With civic wreaths the guardians of thy peace.” p. 109.

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The notes which illustrate these two cantos are in Greek, Latin, Italian, and French, and discover equal classical reading and botanical science, as well as various other topics incidentally introduced. They and the poems do honour to the poet, the philosopher, and the man. The occasional poems at the end of this volume, which we hope the author will not fail to follow by another, complete his plan : they consist of sonnets and lines to the river at Rossana, m the county of Wicklow, and are greatly superior to most of the modern verses. We shali quote the conclusion of the 5 Lines in Praise of Coffee."

" When struggling asthma shall the bosom seize,
'Tis thine, bléssed plant, to give the patient ease,
The throb convulsive slowly shall subside,
And the new pulse uninterrupted glide;
O'er the pale check returning life shall play,
And slow-reviving strength proclaim thy sway.
So when the Saint, more powerful than death,
Pass'd o'er the widow's son his healing breath,
The conscious heart with new sensation beat,
And sprang the loved embrace with gratitude to meet.”

P. 144.

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An Inquiry into the Seat and Nature of Fever ; as deducible
from the Phenomena, Causes, and Consequences of the
Disease, the Effects of Remedies, and the Appearances on
Dissection. In two Parts; Part I. containing the General
Doctrine of Fever. By Henry Clutterbuck, M. D. Mem-
ber of the Royal College of Physicians. 8vo. pp. 440.
96. Boosey.
" TO a person unacquainted with the history of physic,” says

“and the imperfect state of its doctrines, it must occasion no small surprise, to find that a disease of almost daily, and universal occurrence, and which has employed the pens of the most enlightened of the profession for the space of two thousand years, should at the present day be involved in doubt and obscurity, and that the widest differences of opinion should still subsist, both with regard to its nature and the inede of treatment."

The object of the present INQUIRY is to show, " that fever consists essentially in topical inflammation of the brain, or its membranes." The work comprises five chapters, each of which is divided into a certain number of sections. The first chapter contains Preliminary Considerations ; consisting of the Laws of the System in Health -- the Nature of Disease generally — and the Division of Diseases into Universal ind No. 127. Vol. 32. Jan, 1309.


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