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. profession, and he made a progress in to destroy himself with a pen-knife; but, classical acquire nents, commensurate not succeeding, he determined on the with their solicitude. But his curiosity slower process of voluntarily starving strayed into bolder investigations than himself. were suited to his intended employment; Mendelsohn, Hagen, Nicolai, and
and by the study of Brucker's History of other humane men, visited him, and * Philosophy, Bayle's Dictionary, and endeavoured to awaken the love of life.
Spinoza's works, he attained a state of Independence, or insanity, gave a frankie mind which indisposed him to con- ness to his discourse, which enabled them formity.
to succeed. They induced prince Henry When the time for decision arrived, he of Prussia to leave his card, and carried declined stooping to ordination. His word to poor Driess, that he might be family, who could with difficulty afford appointed lecturer to his royal Highness. tie expense of his education, progres Driess now accepted nourishment, and sively withdrew their assistance; but recovered. Prince Henry allotted him a confident in his intellectual resources, stipend; and indicated certain days for he expected a liberal maintenance by his attendance in the library. Life had writing for the booksellers at Berlin, again charms, while the dream of ambia
Ilis earlier literary efforts were anony- tion could endure. He went in new mous, and concealed in various perio. clothes to thank Mendelsohn for his kind. dical publications; at length he adver- ness, and to consult him about winning tised a dissertation on the propriety of further trophies from superstition. abolishing public prayer. He con- The humanity of the prince had given teoded, that it was absurd to suppose an audience, but intended no acquainthe laws of nature would be suspended tance. The next work of Driess, which for the contradictory requests of men; defended suicide, was as unpopular as' and that if prayer was notoriously fruit the last. Another attack of bypochonless, there was little sense in continuing driasis came on, which necessitated his the symphony. The book was reviewed, remoral to a public mad-house, where he abused as atheistical, and the poor au- beat out his brains against the wall for Lhor, out of employ, fell into extreme want of any implement of destruction. want,
Free-thinking has its martyrs as well On the 14th of January, 1774, being as superstition, and this was one of them. then about five and thirty, he attempted
MRS, MONTAGUE to LORD KAIMES. Confidence in you has had time to take
Sandleford, October 27th, 1773. root. Along winter cannot blast, dreary MY LORD,
seasons cannot wither, it. Under its VUITH the history of man, I dare shadow I am protected from any appre.
V say, your lordship has written hensions from your genius and learning. the history of woman. I beg that, in spe. You appear to me in no character but cifying their characters, you would take that of my friend, and in the sacred cha. notice, that time and separation do not racter of my old friend. The years of operate on the female heart as they do absence, the months of vacation, in our on that of the male. We need not go correspondence come into the account, back so far as the time of Ulysses and for I remembered you when I did not Penelope, to prove this. We may pass hear from you, I thought of, when I did over the instances of his dalliance with not see, you. Esteein, nursed by faith the sole suitor that addressed him, the ful remeinbrance, grew up without interlovely Calypso, and the constant Pene- mission. lope's continued disdain of the whole I am most sincerely rejoiced that your train of pertinacious wooers.
lordship has completed your great work. The more near and recent an example May you long enjoy the fame, and may is the better; so my lord we will take our you see mankind derive adrantage as own times. You feel, you say, when well as pleasure from your labour. The you take up your pen to write to me, the more man understands himself, the less same formality as on our first acquain- averse will be be to those divine and hu. lance. I on the contrary find, that iny man laws that restrain his licentious apMONTILLY Mao. No, 206,
Original Poetry. petites. It is from ignorance of his na. I agree with your lordship, that I ought iure that he misapprehends his interest: not to lament the death of lord Lyttleton not comprehending how he is made, he on his own account. His virtoe could disputes the will of his Maker.
not bave been more perfect in this mortal i am impatient for the publication of state, por his character greater than it your book, and hope your printer will was, with all whose praise could be an make all possible haste to indulge us with object to a wise and worthy man. He it. I rejoice that it has pleased God to now reaps the full reward of those vir give you life and health to finish this tues, which, when here, though they work; and I flatter myself, though you gave him a tranquil cheerfulness amidst may not again embark in so great an un- many vexations, and tbe sufferings of dertaking, that so able a pen will not be sickness, yet could not produce a perfect consigned to indolent repose. As to my calm to the wounds inflicted on his pa. poor goose-quill, it is not much to be ternal affection. When I consider how regretted that, very probably, it will unhappy bis former, how blessed his prescribble no more. I have neither the sent, state, I am ashamed to lament him, force of good health, nor the presumption The world has lost the best exampie, of good spirits, left to animate me, and modest merit the best protector, mankind without the energy of great talents, these its gentlest friend. My loss is unspeakare necessary to the task of undertaking able; but as the friendship of such a men something for the public.
is the best gift of God, and I am sensible I have been for many months teazed that I was never deserving of so great a with a slow fever; and ihe loss of iny ex- blessing, I ought rather to offer thanks cellent friend lord Lyttelton, has cast a that it was so long bestowed, than to re eluud over my mind. I remember, sir pine that it was taken away, 1 ought William Temple says, in one of his es. also to beg that, by the remembrance of says, that " when he recollects how many his precepts and example, I may derive excellent men and amiable women have the same helps to doing my duty in all died before him, he is ashamed of being relations of life, and in all social engage alive.” With much more reason than ments, that I did from his advice. But sir William (whose merit was equal to virtue never speaks with such persuasion that of aity of the friends he survived) I aš when she borrows the accents of a feel this very strongly, I have lived in friend; moreover, my time in this world the inost intimate connexion with suine will probably be very short, and if it were of the highest characters of the age. long, I could never cease to aderire so They are gone, and I remain: all that perfect a pattern of goodness. adorned me is taken away, and only a
I am ever, eypress wreath is left. I used to borrow
My lord, &c. &c. Lostre from them, but now I seem respec
ELIZABETH MONTAGNE table, even in my own eyes, only as the Bourer of departed merit.
WELLINGTON's ARMY, TO A LADY,
To write you in poetic strain,
In lieu of common prose;
And scarce a stanza flows.
Where France and England bled: To tell how British valour shone, Kerird ebe dying soldier's grean,
Ard celebrate the dead.
And then within my bosom glow
Of triumph, and of grief;
And offer'd Spain relief.
And deeds of wonder tell;
And where Mackenzie fell!
And all my ardour dies;
For, of Great Britain's gallant train
Go weigh the charger's fate with thine, Five thousand bled, and bled in vain,
Drest and caparison's so fine ; For cowardly allies!!!
Now to martial music dancing, Thus changing still, to nothing fixt,
Snorting, rearing, bounding, prancing, Of veering chemes my song is mixt,
Now the field of glory treading, Of glory, and of grief :
Lame and legless, fainting, bleeding. One hour I feel a poet's fire,
Ah! I have seen him borne beyond the main, The next, I drop the listless lyre,
Each toil forgotten and each danger brav’d, And burn tbe scribbled leaf.
On foreign shores by free-born Britons slain,
'Starv'd and destroy'd by those his valour Yet, though thus wayward be the lay,
sav'd. Hope, ever steady, ever gay,
Yes, where yon tow'ring Cape divides the Pictures a prospect fair;
wave, She homewards paints a wish'd for rest,
Where bled the noblest host of loyal Gauls, (Sy many a social circle blest,) And whispers « Peace is there."
And where yon tides two humbler islands
Inglorious there, the English charger falls. THE ASS: AN ODE
Then curse with me this age of steel, ON THE MELIORATION OF THE SPECIES.
Till W -'a heart shall own and By Dr. TROTTER.
feel; POOR ass! it joys me much to see thee glad, . And with that saddle new upon thy back; Go thank thy stars that thou wert doom'd an
And should one sigh his bosom pass, No longer dost thou look demure and sad,
ass. For thou hast been of late a fav'rite hack. Yet humbly still thou tread'st the ground, Once I beheld thee by the stable door, Thy modest front with riband bound, And down thy face the showers of hunger Shaking thy silver bit along :
fiew; Smooth is thy hide as any down,
While the stall'd horse had oats and hay in Not cudgeld now by lusty clown,
store, Or by a dusky tinker's thong.
A thistle's top was all thou hadst to chew. Poor brute! so lately doom'd to fag,
Harsh was the bite, the prickles stinging, To toil and sweat from day to day ;
The blood at every gnash was springing ; Thy life near Famine's hut to drag,
There thou like Laz'rus, he like Dives On stones thy wearied trunk to lay.
stood, What lucky star bras chang'd thy lot? Cramming his pamper'd maw with dainty Are all those rugged times forgot?
food. Fronu mis'ry's rub! Nor trudging down the dusty street,
But cease thou gentle ass to fret and whine, Nibbling each dirty weed you meet,
Nor envious be to view the well-fed In pools or dub.
steed; Oft have I met thee waddling on the road,
Though grooms attend himn clad in liv'ries Bending beneath thy panniers, stuff'd and
And man records, with pride his noble tied, Of rags and rusty iron, a monstrous load,
breed; And eke a beggar's brat on either side ;
Go turn to Talavera's plain, Forth from a greasy bag their long necks
And see the mighty warrior slain, throwing,
Cover'd with dust and blood on life's last
brink, Just like two well-fed geese to market
He calls a Spanish ass to bring him drink. going;
So Dives laid in Hell, 'midst tormenta dire, Gabbling and gulping down from woodca dish,
Cried “ Water, Laz'rus, for I burn with Sour curds and lecks, or mess of stinking
fire !" Gish.
Then tell thy kind, their case might still be Yet meck wert thou beneath the load,
worse, Gentle as when you bore a God,
Nor glory seck beside the slaughter'd horse, While all arourid Hosannas loud did ring, And bade the impious Jeng behold their King. • A short time after the massacre of the But though despisid of man, and mockd to army of French loyalists at Cape Quiberon, scorn,
in 1795, a body of cavalry amounting to Just like thy master, he of Bethlehem børn.
1900, were sent out, but with only three Stiil bounteous Nature had a mind,
months' provender in the transporta. Not Thy fortune was not all unkind,
being able to affect a junction with the royal Some cause you had to be content.
army, the greater part died of hunger on Thou ne'er bast heard the dis of arms,
board : and 300 were carried on shore to the Thy breast no trumpet's sound alarms,
little islands Hedic and Houat, where they A peaceful drudge thy days were spent. were killed off by musketry,
Bdg But while I hail thee on this glad promotion, Can they, to Him and to themselves unjust,
Ştill let me just advise thee as a friend; Tempt His dread anger by uomeet distrust? Perhaps you donkies have not learn'd the Ah no! If God inipel me to the field, nocion,
Where Virtue's foes Death's flarning falchions That happy hours and flow'ring seasons wield, end.
He, sure, will arm me for the fearful strife; We mortals find while skies are smiling,
His hand omnipotent will guard my life; Some sullen cloud our hopes beguiling;
Teach me to vanquish wheresce'er I tread, Above our beads the thunders burst,
And bind the wreath of Conquest round any That lay us level with the dust.
head. What if they tax thy bit and saddle,
Then, Fear, farewell! Let fiercest fiends
draw nigh; Thou must again with beggars waddle; Be beat till every rib is sore,
Their chreats I scorn, their prowess I desy; And beg thy scrip from door to door.
Nay, if that Pow'r who bids the tempest Alas! thou oft may'st want a bit of grass,
reign, Nor pity find from any human ass.
And turns to mountains ocean's liquid plain,
If His all-potest arm my veseel guide, Yes, trust me, I delight to see thee gay, Unterrified I'll brave the boist'rous ride,
And lovely Laura seated on thy back; Unterrified I'll meet the loudest storm, Sbe, like the forest's queen in flowery, May,
And challenge Death in ev'ry dreadful form, The envy thou of every other hack.
Yes, let the tempest roar, the whirlwind And while you pace to Laura's song,
rise, Or drag your little car alony,
And the fork'd lightning dim my aching May fear and shame o'erspread the face
eyes; That dares t'insult thy honest race: Let dire Destruction ride the gath'ring wave; Erskine himself shall nobly rise,
Th' Almighty still my shatter'd bark can Again a list'ning senate charm,
save; Teach mankind how to sympathise,
Still, at His word, the furious storm sball And half creation's wrath disarm :*
cease, Thou too, shall rise in being's scale,
And ev'ry raging billow sink to peace. And pity for the ass o'er all the world prevail. Then, whatsoe'er His will, let us obey,
And tho' with sharpest thorns he plants out I OWE YOU ONE.
way, CHLOE, whene'er her spouse his wit be. Tho? Falsehood's venom'd breath our fame gan,
destroy, Was 'wont to say, “ My dear, I owe you Tho'rank Disease empoison ev'ry joy ; one :"
Nay, tho' that keenest of all pangs we prove, Begetting twins, and to his rib's text true; The loss of those whom, next to Hear'n, we Strephon replied, " My love, I owe you two."
love, J. B. Let us remember still who wields the rod,
And meekly bow before that chast'ning God, EPITAPH
Who never but in mercy sends distress; ON A NOTED HIGHWAYMAN.
Whose first delight is to amend and bless. A PARODY.
How dire his lot who slights that love die HERE high suspended on a gibbet hangs
vine, A youth to ev'ry vice and plunder prone, Th'effects of which thro' all creation shise; Till caught at length by Law's resistless fangs, And, madly chasing Heav'n.born Hope He found his thieving occupation gone.
away, Bad were his sentiments, his actions worse, To fell Despair submits, a willing prey; And when he mounted Newgate's fatal Questions the grace to contrite sinners giving drop,
And thus offends the Majesty of Heav'n. He gave the hangman a most hearty curse, In that dread hour wben Death's relentless From him he gut, what he deserv'd, a rope.
dart Is fiercely level'd at the shrinking heart;
When human care and human skill are vis, ODE
T'exempt the spirit, or the flesh, from pain; ON THE GOODNESS OF PROVIDENCE. In tbat dread hour, ah! whither shall be PEACE, throbbing heart! repress the ri
turn? sing sigh!
Where can his soul a ray of light discern, Hence, thou big tear.drop, trembling in my To gild her passage thro the dieary tomb ' eye!
To the dark confines of a world to come? Can Christians doubt the goodness of that But can we 'gainst conviction veil our eyes ! Pow'r,
Can we contemplate ocean, earth, and skies, Whose shield protects them from their natal Nor view in all that pow'r whose guardian hour?
arm Alluding to his will in the peers, to pre Shields both the monarch and the mite trom yent cruelty to domestic animals.
Can we behold the blessings He bestows, Those fiends accurst, who fain, with sceptic From the proud cedar to the modest rose,
leav's, Nor instant feel our rebel hearts subdu'd Would poison all his confidence in Heav'n. By that first duty humble gratitude ?
And tho calm Reason proves this world deTho' short our ken, yet e'en on carth we signd find
To try, but not to recompence, mankind, Sorrow oft proves a ined'cine to the mind : Still he repines at ev'ry stroke of Fate, And when this mortal veil, which clouds our Nor trusts to blessings in an after-state. sight,
Insensate wretch! still suffer, still com Is pierc'd by immortality's clear light,
plain, Then, shall we learn the cause of every woe Suill seek, with earthly balms, to ease thy Which brighted our unstable joys below: . pain; Then, causes and effects alike will shine Too late thou'lt learn, his conflicts ne'er can The emanations of a love divine.
cease, But man, too fond of earth, ne'er looks on Who madly slights the only mean of peace ; high,
Too late thou'lt find, thy ey'ry hope will To read the mystic wonders of the sky;
fade, Or, if he read, no steady credence gives, If plac'd on human, not celestial, aid. Because he hears, and oft, alas! believes
PROCEEDINGS OF LEARNED SOCIETIES,
ROYAL SOCIETY OF LONDON. hydrogen with great rapidity, and in
E are now to give some account' which these gases could be detonated,
of the experiments made and without the exposure of the water to described by Mr. Davy, to this learn the atmosphere. The water uscd bad ed body, on nitrogen, ammonia, and the been most carefully purged of air, and ainalgam from ammonia. In reasoning after the first detonation of the oxygen on the phenomena produced by the ac. and hydrogen, there was a residuum os tion of potassium upon ammonia, the about ton of the volume of gases, professor suggested, that nitrogen might and after every succeeding detonation possibly consist of oxygen and hydrogen, this residuum was found to increase, or, that it might be composed from till at length, after about fifty detonations
had been made, it equalled more than He has now made a great number of ch of the volume of the water. This laborious experiments, in the hope of solve being examined by the test of nitrous ing this problem, the results of which, gas, was found to contain no oxygen, though for the most part negative, he has but that it consisted of 2:6 of hydrogen, fully stated, with the hope of elucidating and 3-4 of a gas having the characters some points of the discussion. The of nitrogen, The experiment seemed formation of nitrogen has been often in favour of the idea of the production asserted to take place in inany processes; of nitrogen from pure water, in these in which none of its known conibina: electrical processes. Another experiment tions were concerned; and the discovery was instituted on still more accurate of Priestley, on the passage of gases principles, the result of which seemed through red-hot tubes of earthen-ware; io shew that nitrogen is not formed. the accurate researches of Berthollet, during the electrical decomposition and and the experiments of Bouillon la recomposition of water, and that the Grange, have afforded a complete solo. residual gas is hydrogen, and that the tion of the problem. One of the most hydrogen should be in excess, was restriking cases in which nitrogen has been ferred to a slight oxidation of the pla. supposed to appear, without the pre- tina. The experiments of Mr. Cavensence of any other matter but water, dish on the deflagration of mixtures of which can be conceived to supply its oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrogen, lead elements, is in the decomposition and directly to the conclusion, that the recomposition of water by electricity. nitrous acid, sometimes generated in To ascertain if nitrogen could be gene experiments on the production of water, rated in this manner, Mr. Davy had an owes its origia to nitrogen, mixed with apparatus inade, by which a quantity of the oxygen and hydrogen, and is never water could be acted upon by Voltaic produced from these two gases alone; electricity, so as to produce oxygen and and Mr. Davy refers to facts ascertain.