ther," was attributed to Mr. Reynolds, in- and some passages altered-" we are restead of Mr. Morton, whose it is. We un-quested to state that the paragraph is enderstand this gentleman has imported other tirely without foundation. Though the novelties collected during a six months resi- liberty of the press in France is not so well secured by the laws as might be wished, yet the police have no power to exercise a previous censorship in books. The editors of Madame de Stael's Work consider it as dence in France. DIGEST OF POLITICS AND We are glad that Politics allow us very frequent pauses. We do not pretend to detail the Budgets, either English or French, which have since our last occupied both legislatures, and all the newspapers. From abroad we are told, that the Foreign Ministers at Constantinople have been pressing the abandonment of the Barbary Pirates on the Grand Seignior, who is a little unwilling to comply. It is time, however, that this stain should be wiped out from the civilized world. a sacred duty to publish the manuscript, which she has deigned to confide to their care, in the exact state in which she left it, without permitting the slightest alteration. : VARIETIES. ANTIQUITIES.-On the 5th of February, a mile and a half from Chiusi, in Tuscany, a countryman digging in the field, found a sepulchral chamber in very good preservation. It is of a rectangular form, six or seven fathoms long and five broad. The entrance is by two folding doors, which move easily on their hinges. In the inside were found eight funeral urns in very good condition they are adorned with human Sir James Macintosh has called Par-heads and foliage. On the lids are engraved liamentary attention to the facility of several Etruscan inscriptions, six of which forging Bank-notes. We trust to see are very legible. Five of these urns are of either Mr. Tilloch's plan, or some other different sizes, and smaller than the others; in all of them were found ashes and pieces remedy, applied to this dreadful evil. of burnt bones. The whole sepulchre is The Expeditions to the Polar seas now carefully guarded, and all proper meahave at last sailed. sures are taken to preserve uninjured a monument of antiquity which is so interesting and perhaps unique in its kind. In France, the trial of the murderers of M. Fualdes continues to fix all eyes. In England, the grosser farce of the appeal for trial of battle, of Ashford against Thornton, accused of the murder of Mary Ashford, has been terminated by the discharge of Thornton. LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. CONTENTS OF THE JOURNAL DES SAVANS FOR APRIL. During the last summer we had occasion to notice an excavation made in a Roman tumulus near the old Roman road which Bridge, on the left-hand of the road leading occurs immediately after passing Lord's to Wimpole. Some remains, then discovered, have been deposited in the University Library. On Wednesday last, as some labourers were digging gravel near the same tumulus, at the same distance from the Roman road, they discovered, fourteen inches below the surface of the soil, a stone 1. Edition and Translation of the Alma- slab covering the mouth of a large amphora. gest of Ptolemy, by Mr. Halma; reviewed Upon raising the stone, there were found by M. Letronne. - 2. Discourse of M. within the amphora, which was full of water, Von Hultem on the State of Agriculture in a black vase of terra-cotta, of very elegant the Netherlands; M. Tessier.-3. History form, half filled with human bones; also of the Italian Republics, by M. Sismonde two smaller vessels of red terra-cotta, with de Sismondi; M. Daunou.-4. Edition | handles.-This discovery of the amphora and Translation of Pindar, by M. Tourlet; having been actually used by the Romans M. Raoul-Rochette. 5. Fundamental instead of a sepulchre, remarkably illusPhilosophy, by M. Gerlach, second arti-trates its meaning, as a symbol upon the cle; M. Cousin.-6. Description of the Kingdom of Caboul, by Mr. Elphinstone, third and last article; M. Silvestre de Sacy.-7. Collection of the Memoirs of Medicine; M. Tessier.-8. Expedition of Captain Ricord; M. Vanderbourg. MADAME DE STAEL'S WORK ON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.—A paragraph having appeared in the Literary Gazette of March 21, stated to be copied from a French Journal, in which it is asserted that the manuscript of the above-mentioned work "had been submitted to the examination of the police before it was sent to press, and that some retrenchments had been made gems and medals of the antients; among the Greeks especially, the figure of an amphora was used as a type of Hades; whence it became also one of the symbols of the Diva triformis.-Camb. Chronicle. ANECDOTE.-A Jew was lately asked in company, What he thought of the Prophets of our days? "How the times are changed," answered he; "Saul went out to look for asses, and found prophets; go now and look for prophets, and you will find asses." The French papers mention in terms of exaggerated enthusiasm, the discovery at Marseilles of "the head of the Saviour by the immortal Puget," a chef d'œuvre of - METEOROLOGICAL JOURNAL. APRIL. Thursday, 16-Thermometer from 35 to 58. Barometer from 29, 64 to 29, 52. Wind E. and EbS. .-Morning and noon generally clear, afternoon and evening cloudy; rain in the evening, which began about seven. Rain fallen, 125 of an inch. Friday, 17-Thermometer from 45 to 54. Barometer from 29, 49 to 29, 47. Wind EbN.-Generally cloudy, with a little misling rain in the early part of the morning. Rain fallen, 1 of an inch. Saturday, 18-Thermometer from 39 to 52. Barometer from 29, 55 to 29, 76. the day very clear. Wind NE. 1.-Morning cloudy, the rest of Sunday, 19-Thermometer from 30 to 50. Barometer from 29, 90 to 30, 00. Wind NE. and EbS. 4-Generally clear. Monday, 20-Thermometer from 27 to 51. Barometer from 30, 00 to 29, 98. Wind E. 4.-Morning and noon clear, afternoon and evening cloudy: about ten the clouds much dispersed, and were moving from the South. Ice this morning on puddles. Vegetation felt the effects of last night's frost. Tuesday, 21-Thermometer from 29 to 52. Barometer from 29, 89 to 29, 92. Wednesday, 22—Thermometer from 40 to 55. Wind E. and EbN. 0.-Generally cloudy. Barometer from 29, 90 to 29, 79. Wind E. and NE. 4.-Generally cloudy; raining incessantly from two to six. Be patient, Swains; these cruel seeming winds Blow not in vain. Far hence they keep repress'd Those deepening clouds on clouds, surcharged That o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne, In endless train, would quench the summer blaze, with rain, In order to make room for the article on Copyright, we have been compelled again to defer the continuation of the Congo Expedition, and many communications intended for immediate insertion. that the earlier in the week we are favoured We ought to notice to our Correspondents, with their letters, the more likely they are seldom convenient to alter our arrangements to appear in the ensuing Number. It is of the mass of matter contained in th Literary Gazette, and especially in the fist pages, after Wednesday. ERRATA in our last Number: p. 248, line 7 of 1st col. after the insert of. AND Journal of Belles Lettres, Arts, Politics, etc. No. 67. THE IMPERIAL TOURISTS. Tour of Their Imperial Highnesses the SATURDAY, MAY 2, 1818. which we minutely examined, are in small rooms are assigned for the conthe back part of the building. Two finement of criminals sentenced to death. One, in which the criminals are AT Carlisle we saw Mr.Titsen's whip confined without chains, is remarkable manufactory, and a manufactory of for having its walls covered with tin water-proof beaver hats. The old Cas-plates. In the other, relations are altle is worth seeing: They shewed us the room where Mary Stuart was imprisoned; the window at which she often sat and wrote her poems. The Cathedral is a very old building, which I believe is of Saxon origin. Longtown, where we slept on the 24th, is the last English town on the frontiers of Scotland. We left it early in the morning on the 25th. To the North rise the Scotch mountains: the country between is chiefly meadow land; the cattle are small, of a brown or black colour. Large quantities of turf (peat) are found here. A small stream divides the frontiers. On the Scotch side is the village of Gretna Green, notorious for the marriages concluded there. In England, minors are not allowed to marry without the consent of their parents; and when the young people find too many difficulties, they frequently get joined together here, where no formality is required, except a deposition on oath that the parties are not already married. The marriages contracted in Scotland in this manner are considered as legal in England. lowed to visit the condemned. The PRICE 1s. We were conducted to a private house, the owner of which carries on a speculation, on a large scale, to supply the city with good milk: he keeps in two stalls two hundred and thirty milch cows; in a third, underground, are those which are designed to be fattened. In summer, the cows are fed with grass and green barley; in winter, with a mixture of potatoes, turnips, and chopped straw, on which hot water is poured. A steam engine sets in motion, one machine to cut straw, another which cuts the turnips, a small one to thresh corn, and five or six others to churn butter. In twenty minutes they can make near a hundred pounds of butter. The steam which sets the machine in motion, also warms all the water wanted in the house. We were taken to the Cathedral. We returned in the evening and viWhile we were examining it, a multi-sited, as we passed by, the Blantyre cottude of curious people, students, &c. who wanted to see us, came in. The crowd soon became so great, that they mounted on the seats and benches with loud huzzas. This pressure, though occasioned entirely by feelings of respect, was in some measure troublesome to us. It may be concluded from this circumstance, that certain points of civilization are here rather behindhand. In general, we were always obliged to pay our visits in a carriage, in order to avoid the pressure of the crowd. The Madhouse, founded by subscription in 1810, deserves notice, on acThe country has in this part a count of its arrangement. The rooms wretched appearance, and the miseraof the lunatics are distinguished acble scattered huts are covered with cording to their condition, sex, and the straw. The expression of the counte-degree of their disorder. There is acnance of the inhabitants is changed; commodation for a hundred and twenty the people are thin and ill clothed. patients. The apartments for rich paThe road passes near Leadhills, so called tients are in the first story; they are from the lead-mines they contain. A pretty, and very convenient: the paneighbouring village is inhabited en- tients are divided into eight classes, tirely by miners, who, to divert their lei- each of which has a separate garden to sure hours in this solitude, have formed walk in. The whole building is warma library. ed by one fireplace. Under a vault In the evening we reached Hamil- there is a large stove: it heats an iron ton, a castle belonging to the Marplate, over wh.ch the air passes, and quis* of this name. The next morn-communicates the warmth to all parts ing he accompanied us to Glasgow, where we alighted at the house of the Lord Provost. We visited the new Town Hall: the Courts of Justice are like those of Lancaster; the prisons, VOL. II. • Duke. of the building. Great order and clean- ton works belonging to the Lord Provost of Glasgow. This was the largest cotton-yarn manufactory we had hitherto seen six hundred workmen are employed in it; but it is far inferior, in point of order and arrangement, to that of Messrs. Lee and Co. which we had seen in Manchester. It is, like that, lighted with gas, which is procured in the same manner. Nine retorts are employed to distil the coals; but as the coals which are used here are infe rior to the canel coals used in Manchester, the gas has an acid and disagreeable smell. (To be continued) CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. Canto the Fourth. By Lord Byron. Svo. pp. 257. Visto ho Toscana, Lombardia, Romagna, Quel Monte cue divide, e quel che serra Italia, e un mare e l'altro, che la bagna. Such is Lord Byron's epigraph from Ariosto, and we must allow it to be well chosen, for this canto is singularly itinerant over Italy, and puzzles us extremely to reconcile the vagrancies of the Muse with the usual stages by which we are accustomed to travel from place to place. The noble author transports us about with wonderful rapidity, and, though we feel the enchanter's power as every new scene is unfolded, it takes some time and con sideration before we can discover where- | abouts we are. The transitions are so quickly performed, and there is so much of the magic lantern in the manner of whisking us from Venice to Rome, from Rome to Greece, from Greece to England, and back again to Venice; from the poet himself to his imaginary pilgrim; from his pilgrim to Mr. Hobhouse (the Pylades of this Orestes,) from Mr. Hobhouse to politics, and back again to Lord Byron; that our head is absolutely bewildered by the want of connexion, while our imagination is delighted by the sweet medium through which all this confusion is carried on. But not to detain our readers from the work itself, we proceed without further preface to its analysis. There is (dated Venice, 2d January last, the anniversary, we are told, of the most unfortunate day of the author's past existence) a dedication to John Hobhouse, Esq. who seems to be a sort of Boswell to our poetical Johnson. It is a strange composition, and not sɔ remarkable for being well written, as for the egotism with which it speaks of the dedicator, and flattery of the dedicatee: for I wish (says the noble Lord) to do honour to myself by the record of many years intimacy with a man of learning, of talent, of steadiness, and of honour. It is not for minds like OURS to give or to receive flattery!! With a more excusable vanity, his Lordship states that the present poem is The longest, the most thoughtful, and most comprehensive of my compositions. And adds, in it there is Less of the pilgrim than in any of the preceding, and that little slightly, if at all, separated from the Author speaking in his own person. The fact is, that I have become weary of drawing a line which every one seemed determined not to perceive. I x. My name from out the temple where the dead from such a seed. Italian politics:-we have no objection. * past XXII. All suffering doth destroy, or is destroy'd, Return to whence they came-with like intent, Wax gray and ghastly, withering ere their time, The poem opens at Venice, the glory and present state of which city are According as their souls were form'd to sink or described and contrasted. The author breaks off to speak of himself, a subject VIII. I've taught me other tongues-and in strange eyes Have made me not a stranger; to the mind IX. Indeed the line was too indistinct for And seek me out a home by a reinoter sea, the eye or mind of any reader, and when we found the Pilgrim and the Author as inseparable and more connected than substance and shadow, it was impossible not to identify them altogether; and if ever this gave pain to the noble Lord, we are rejoiced to hear him at length declare that "the opinions which have been, or may be formed on that subject, are now a matter of indifference." This Dedication offers little else for observation, except a tone of sentiment which, whenever we meet, we shall reprobate as unworthy of a British bosom. The noble Lord enters warmly into Perhaps I loved it well: and should I lay * His Lordship employs poetry as well as -Shameful to the nations-most of all, climb : Thou art the garden of the world, the home cloth and ashes which he pretends to defaced. XXVII. The moon is up, and yet is not nightSunset divides the sky with her-a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity; While on the other hand, ineek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air-an island of the blest! XXVIII. A single star is at her side, and reigns From this landscape, drawn with a freshness which places the author high by the side of our best descriptive poet in a rather unusual line, we are carried to Arqua, the last retreat and burial-place of Petrarch; thence to Ferarra-to Tasso, Ariosto, the Arno, the statue of Venus, Santa Croce, celebrated by Madame de Stael, and Alfieri's tomb, Dante, Bocaccio, Thrasimene, and other places with their human productions, all of which are more or less exhibited in the verse devoted to them. Nothing can be more desultory than these notices, and they do not appear to us to be possessed of that felicity or force which is so often found in Lord Byron's writings. There is something even ludicrous, for example, in the apostrophe to the Venus: I leave to learned fingers, and wise hands This is oddly facetious in such a work as the poem before us, and we do not wonder at the writer exclaiming in Beppo, And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent To the broad column Horribly beautiful! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, LXXVIII. Oh Rome! my Country! City of the Soul! see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day A world is at your feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy waves, and mantle her distress! The double night of ages, and of her, Night's daughter, Ignorance, hath wrapt and wrap * -- All round us; we but feel our way to err: We quote Lord Byron's allusion to Buonaparte more for the curiosity of the matter than for either poetry or merit. He is talking of the universal dominion of Roman heros, and says as yet none have, Nor could the same supremacy have near'd, Save one vain man, who is not in the grave, But vanquish'd by himself, to his own slaves a slave The fool of false ambition-and a kind Of bastard Cæsar, following him of old With steps unequal; for the Roman's mind Was modelled in a less terrestrial mould, With passions fiercer, yet a judgment cold, And an immortal instinct which redeem'd The frailties of a heart so soft, yet bold, Alcides with the distaff now he seem'd At Cleopatra's feet-and now himself he beam'd, And came-and saw-and conquer'd! But the man Who would have tamed his eagles down to flee, Like a train'd falcon, in the Gallic van, Which he, in sooth, long led to victory, With a deaf heart which never seem'd to be A listener to itself, was strangely fram'd; With but one weakest weakness-vanity, Coquettish in ambition-still he aim'dAt what? Can he avouch-or answer what he claim'd? And would be all or nothing-nor could wait For the sure grave to level him; few years Had fixed him with the Cæsars in his fate, On whom we tread: Dwelling on the ruins of Rome, and mixing up with the recollections they suggest, recollections of his own past life, and bitter reflections on humanity, the poem rolls on in much the same current; often poetical, but, in our opi Among the most beautiful parts of the poem is an address to Rome, though it has not that extreme depth of pathos which has affected us so "J fear I have a little turn for satire;" strongly in preceding poems from the since even in his gravest productions same source, and which this subject there is this occasional peeping out of seems so well calculated to have ex-is fun and doggrel, in spite of the sack-cited. *This is a grammatical error: the nominative "night," and the verb ought to have been in the singular. |