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WESTMINSTER SCHOOL. PROLOGUE and EPILOGUE delivered at the last representation of TERENCE'S EUNUCH, at WESTMINSTER SCHOOL. The former spoken by Mr. BOURNE, the Captain of the School-the latter by Messrs. BOURNE and SHORT, as GNATHO and THRASO:

VESTRUM, Patroni, quos salvere pluri

mum

Lætus lubensq; jubeo, nemini fere
Dubium videri, credo, qualem flagitent
Tempusq; præsens resq; nostra Prologum.
An hasce quisquam prorsus accedit
fores,

Nec sancti illius meminit et chari senis,
Quem noster omnis luget extinctum chorus,
His ante suetum præsidere lusibus?
Illo Hercle nemo notior cunctis fuit,
Magisve amatus aut honoratus magis,
Magisve cunctis flebilis, credo, occidit;
Vel queis Palæstræ prisca nostræ gloria,
Atq; ipsa cordi est Publica Institutio;
Vel queis honestum literarum et artinm
Stadium est bonarum, et verus in pretio
labor,

Moresq; faciles, innocentes, simplices,
Pectusq; liberale, sincerum, pium.
Immo, sepulti plurimas laudes licet
Taceat modestus iste sepulchralis lapis,
At non suorum vox tacebit publica:
Non ipsa donec nostra stabunt monia,
Sanctumq; juxta tollet hæc ædes caput,
Perire Eliza gloriam sinet memer
Ipsis ab usq; cunis omnino sui,
Alumni, preceptoris, præsidis, patris.

At tu, laboris quem patronum ludicri,
Prima lubentes consalutamus vice,
Et ante carum, et cætera alienum licet,
At mente tota, credimus uostrum tamen,
Tu, sancte præses, quæ nec uno nomine,
Nec nunc, fatemur, deniq; deberi tibi
Obsequium, honorem, gratiamq; plurimam
Hilaris, rogamus, et benignus accipe,
Studiumq; nostrum numine adjuta tuo.

Et tu, qui nostræ sæpius Comedia, Curator olim, nunc spectator interes, Quocunq; nobis carus idem tempore, Et nunc, et olim; tu, pater, salve quoq;: Fas tibi desuetos jam revisenti lares Veteris gratemur memores consuetudinis: Fas et precemur (quippe laudi maximæ Tibi placuisse duximusq; et ducimus) Fas sit precemur, ut quæ votis omnium Nostra hæc, curante te, respondebat prius, Tuis Thalia votis nunc respondeat; Et quem docebas ante, nunc plaudas gregi.

EPILOGUS. Gnatho.

Quid nunc, magne Thraso? quid agis? quænam ista repente

Tristitia, et nubes ista supercilii ?

Thraso.

Oecidimus. Mavors timuit quem perdere, tandem

Infelix ausa est perdere pauperies. Quæ bellum dederat, pax omnia dilapidavit, [malo.

Nec, nisi mors, tanto est ulla medela

Gnatho.

Turpe viro damnis succumbere, tu mode forti [via est. Sis animo; ad famam prompta lucrumq; Quæ tibi nunc se forte offert occasio præ

sens,

Arripe.

Thraso. Quam narras ? Gnatho.

Pauca docendus eris. Nostra quidem tellus acis fontibus omais abundat,

Qui medicinales ejaculantur aquas. Huc coeunt ægri,sani, mas, fœmina, cœlebs, Pupillus, mater, nympha, puelła, senex, Rusticus, urbanus, fur, judex, scurra, sacerdas,

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Mercator, miles, causidicus, medicus. Ipsa valetudo paucos, plerosq; voluptas

Invitat, lusus, alea, scena, chori. Pro se quisq; simul perdunt et tempus opesq;

Saltando interea summus habetur honos. Ergo deligitur, qui catibus hisce magister Præsidet, ille choros ordinat, ille regit. Hunc regem observant, hunc admirantur, amantq;

Huic facile pendunt larga tributa manu: Nunc audi-Forte urbs, cui nomen Calda dederunt

Sanando apta homini balnea, et apta sui, Extinctum nuper Regem desiderat; Illuc Tu, mage dignus enim nemo, petitor eas. Thrase. Quid? peregrinus ego ignotusq; Gnatho.

Hoc dignior ipso. Nunc sunt grata magis, quæ peregrina magis, [Ille est

Et miles palmam nunquam non proripit,' Quem vir formidat; quemq; puella

cupit.

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Vos modo plaudatis : Cætera salvus ero. GENT. MAG. December, 1916.

roar,

LINES

Written in INDIA by an old Resident. ROUS'D by the early gun's* unwelcome [broke, Which many a sweet delicious nap hath A thrifty Wight, on Coromandel's shore, From blissful dreams of cent. per cent. awoke.

He press'd his pillow, fain again would sleep,

In hopes the pleasing vision to resume; But Phoebus interven'd, with envious peep, Aud brighten'd all the litter of his room.

For short's the twilight in this torrid clime, Just serving light from darkness to divide ; So short, indeed, the Fair have scarcely time,

Unscorch'd, to take a little morning's ride: "What pity 'tis ! for much, my dears, you know,

Do health and bloom on exercise depend; Long may your cheeks with native roses

glow;

And bright Hygeia all your steps attend!" + Full on the table, and its cloth so green; The Sun, now shining, views with wond'ring eyes,

Things het'rogeneous, which together seen, Might even Jupiter himself surprize. "What have we here?' said he, "Fanams

and Cash!

Debtor, and Creditor, and items long! With many a signature, and dot, and dash! And here? by all the Pow'rs of Verse! a Song!

An interest-table, with a bond, upon it, Price-current at Calcutta and Bombay ; Three quarters of an Ode, and half a Sonnet;

This Mortal's in a miserable way!" "True, great Apollo !" cried the whining Bard;

"Though not insane, I own myself a fool, For having thought (yet, sure, my lot is hard!)

Plutus with thee could hold divided rule.

In early youth, to thee alone I bow'd, And spoilt, 'twas whisper'd, many a snowwhite page;

The wealth-conferring God abus'd aloud: But, true it is, that Av'rice comes with Age.

I now am anxious, treasure to amass, Yet still retain a certain rhyming itch: Though all our money'd men declare, alas! "He who writes Verses, never can be rich. Examples too they cite, with visage long, To prove how small hath been the Poet's store;

*The Morning-gun, fired in all garrisons at day-break.

The Writer lived, at this time, in a small Bungalo; with a detached room, for sleeping in, writing, &c.

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[bread.

Sev'n wealthy Towns contend for Homer
Yet let him shudder when he reads be-
low,
Through which the LIVING Homer begg'd his
And is it so ? and must I then resign,

For cold dull Prose, the harmony of Verse? Ne'er peu, or strive to pen, the flowing line?

Are riches then a blessing, or a curse?
A curse, if, to possess them, I must quit
The flow'ry fields, which oft' I've scamp-
er'd o'er,

When gaily mounted on my darling tit;
Alas! and must I never mount him more ?
O! sad disunion of the objects sought!
How hard to choose, for better or for
worse;
[bought ;)
(When either prize must be so dearly
With Riches, Prose; or Poverty, with
Verse!"
I.

[The following Lines were written by a beloved Daughter (whilst attending on her sick Child) and sent to her Father, on his having bought a silver-handled Cup for his use in old age.]

STOP, stop, Sir-'ere you fill me up,

List to a friend-your silver cup.
Could I with Barbauld morals teach,
And like her Tankard*, pour a speech,
Your Cup should not be empty found
Of topics lively or profound;

It's polish'd sides would soon run o'er
With genuine wit and classic lore.
But since I'm no such learned elf,
I'll speak a word, just for myself.-
Good Master, use me well, I pray!
Let Richard rub me ev'ry day

With leather smooth, and place me where
I shall be safe-and have a care,

He never gives me ugly knocks

So may I stand, for many a year,
Close by thy side, my Master dear!
Assuage thy thirst-digest thy food,
Or cheer thee when in thoughtful mood.
But stay-I fear I make too bold
To prate while dinner's growing coldt.
And therefore, Sir, as quite expedient,
I sign myself, your most obedient.
Oct. 26, 1816.

Mr. URBAN, Westfelton, Dec. 1. The following Song was written and arranged to the harmonized melody of "The soft-flowing Avon," with the hope, and indeed full expectation, that the Jubilee at Stratford would have been celebrated last April in a very different, and more worthy manner: but, alas! on this, like as on many other occasions, an overfond fancy made the promise to my hope, and broke it to my heart." It is now my intention, with the permission of the proprietor, to insert it in the first volume of the "British Melodies," soon forth-coming; where, instead of the plain harmonies of my poor musical talents, it will be attended with those of my ingenious colleague, Mr. Clifton, for four voices, together with his "tricksy" accompani ments and symphonies.

JOHN F. M. DOVASTON,

CHORAL SONG OF THE FAIRIES, At the Grave of SHAKSPEARE. AIR-Thou soft-flowing Avon-harmonized for many Voices. COME, Spirits of Fancy, green Naiads, [us raise; By the soft-flowing Avon sweet strains let Round the shrine of our Shakspeare bright

and Fays,

ivy we'll braid, [are laid: And tear-strew the turf where his ashes And when the spire blushing greets morning again

They'll be glittering and pure-like the drops of his pen.

See the Gossamer-Fairy her shuttle untwines [lines; To shoot like his fancy, and gleam like his And, like ber unassuming, he left at the

dawn

[gone,

His tissue to shine, when to rest he was For wherever he wander'd (so playful bis pow'rs! [all the flow'rs.

In a dew-bedropp'd web-lace he link'd O Minstrel immortal! of Nature possess'd [tress'd, To lift the elated, and soothe the dis

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'Gainst chair, or side-board, stool, or box. Thy harp on the heart-strings can sym

And O! sweet Master, never fail
To fill me well with beer or ale,
That's good and wholesome of its kind,
Of proper age, and well refin'd.

* See Miss Aikin's (now Mrs. Barbauld) beautiful verses "The Groans of a Tankard."

phonies shed,

the dead, That may seraph the living, and soar with Where imparadised Poets with Angels [in thine.

combine

In full choir of such notes as here tinkled

Presented in the Cup whilst dinner was putting on the table.

ON

:

ON SUSPENSE.

SOME demon, sure, with vengeful breast, Envious of joy and peaceful rest, Conceiv'd thy all-terrific farm, And purs'd thee 'mid the wildest storm; Where mild Content with halcyon eye, Nor Pity's sympathetic sigh, Their virtues could to thee impart, Or soften thy obdurate heart. Furies presided at thy birth, And sent thee to infest the earth, Full-fraught with ev'ry various ill Which could their dire resolves fulfill. Thy province is t' embitter life, To wake the passions still to strife By fears that blight Hope's opening flow'r, And sweetest blessings know to sour. The evils which are in thy train Are greater far than certain pain; E'en Sorrow's self, compar'd to thee, Seems peace and soft tranquillity.

SONG

Written for the Anniversary Dinner of the Battle of WATERLOO, held at the London Hotel at BRUSSELS, June 18, 1816. To the tune of To Anacreon in Heaven!'

FOR years, O Napoleon, so great was [thy name;

thy fame,

All nations convulsed have turn'd pale at Save England alone, who that power defied; [or died. For her sons on the ocean or conquer'd When their great Nelson led, Soon the Gallic ships fled,

But the champion, alas! his valued blood shed!

[plore While a people in tears their triumph deFar too dearly bought-as that Hero's no more !

While Austria was trembling at Ulm's fatal blow, [low; Where traitors reduc'd all her rising hopes By Trafalgar's great fame each bosom was fir'd,

[spir'd; This rallied the brave-this the coward in

It soon taught the whole world, Britain's flag when unfurl'd, Could ne'er from the height of proud honour be hurl'd! [like slaves, Tho' nations depress'd might be treated Still England triumphant was Queen of the waves!

When Portugal caught sacred Liberty's
flame,
[to fame :
Her Patriots by Wellesley were led on
Iberia indignant next broke thro' the chain,
Which tyrants attempted to rivet in vain ;

While the Douro's deep stream
Now reflected the gleam

Of thousands in arms, all intent on the
theme
[sword
Of chasing the spoilers, who fled from the
Of Arthur the great, by his soldiers ador'd!
Thy towers, proud Badajos, in ruins laid
low,

[foe;

Not ev'n could the Pyrenees shelter the

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When the Hydra, escaping from Elba's [more; Was panting to sacrifice millions once And her ravenous Eagles let loose to de[CharleroyLike light'ning struck down on the fair Then by Wellington led

stroy,

O'er the dying and dead, Bold Englishmen rush'd, and repuls'd them with dread! [vaders to know While the bayonet's point taught th' That Britons ne'er yield to an insolent foe! 'Twas morn-and the cuirassiers hail'd the new day, [Anglois !" Crying Vive l'Empereur, e à bas les "Tis night and the battle of Waterloo o'er, [their gore! Those bold cnirassiers are left drench'd in Where that old guard of France Made in vain their advance, Tho' their Emperor led, they were struck in a trance. [fame, Then lost were his Eagles, and blasted bis While the sun set in glory on Wellington's name!

Then fill high the goblet, be vain of this day, [cay ! 'Tis sacred to honour, and ne'er shall déWhile bright memory sanctions each thought so divine, [wine;

And transport still adds a new zest to the Let's unite heart and voice,"Here's to Britain's best choice, Who on Waterloo's field made Europe rejoice, [dread, Who calm midst the heat of a contest so Cried at seven I'll conquer,' at seven M. H. they fled!"

To the Memory of the late Rev. EDWARD
JONES, M. A. Rector of Loddington, co.
Northamptons (SeeVol. LXXXIV.ii.678.)
HE's gone, he's gone to peaceful rest,
He with the Angels will be blest;
A tender husband, father dear,
A pious Christian, friend sincere.
Ah! we his loss shall long deplore,
Perhaps his equal see no more.
No guilt or terror had he on his mind,
In sickness patient, and to death resign'd;
His goodness he extended to the poor,
And shut not upon Charity his door:
He's left the world for some far happier
[more.
The parting words will pass his lips no
A FEMALE.
HISTO

shore,

HISTORICAL CHRONICLE.
ABSTRACT OF FOREIGN OCCURRENCES.

FRANCE.

Paris, Nov. 23.-What now forms the conversation of every salon at Paris, is the vehement dispute that took place after dinner at the British Ambassador's, between M. Pasquier, President of the Chamber of Deputies, and the Prince de Talleyrand. Among the English, Lord Mansfield, Mr. Tierney, Mr. Canning, and Mr. Somerville (Privy Council), were present. Contrary to his usual discretion, he omitted no opportunity of satirizing the Ministry, and the whole system of the Government. The conversation at last became more direct; when M. de Talleyrand declared, that the influence employed in the electious was an affront offered to the nation, and that the Minister of the Interior should be the only Minister through whom the King should communicate his. sentiments, M. Pasquier replied, that every Minister was nominated by his Majesty. The Prince then attacked the functions of some of the most important, and concluded with observations reflecting on the Sovereign himself I too enjoyed six months in his confidence; but who can count on its duration ?' M. Pasquier then called his carriage. Next morning, Talleyrand received the following note through the Duke de Chatre:

SIR,-In consequence of the public conversation which you held with the President of the Chamber of Deputies in the house of the Ambassador of a Foreign Power, I inform you, that his Majesty has ordered me to notify to you, that you need not again present yourself at Court."

Rostopchin, Governor of Moscow at the time of Buonaparte's invasion of Russia, had an audience of Louis XVIII. on the 4th instant.

The King of France has issued an Ordonnance, by which a bounty is granted upon all grain imported into France between the 15th inst. and the 1st of September, 1817. [This measure is said to have been adopted in consequence of the opening of our ports for grain.]

By private letters from France, we learn that the Budget is considered in the private circles of Paris as wholly incompa tible with the means at the disposal of Ministers; and the Government trembles at the imposition of new taxes. The capital is represented to be in a very perturbed state, owing chiefly to the distresses of the lower orders of the people. Besides this, there is another circumstance of which the parties disaffected to the Government avail themselves, for the pur

pose of fomenting public discontent. It
is, that of the payments made to the Allies
for the maintenance of the armies of ob-
servation; -
payments guaranteed by
such solemn treaties, that they cannot be
withheld without the grossest violation of
faith on the part of the Government. Yet
all the Opposition leaders persuade the
people that these payments ought to be
stopped; and they try to stir up their
vain-glorious military spirit, by telling
them that they are already a match for
those Powers by whom they have been
twice conquered!

The private letters from Paris exhibit the painful picture of app oaching civil conflicts. Proclamations and counter-proclamations have been issued in La Vendée; and that part of the county which was the first to take up arms for Louis XVI. and the last to lay them down for Louis XVIII. is now threatened with punishment for alleged disloyalty! One of the letters thus speaks of these occurrences: "The effervescence which still continues to reign among the inhabitants of La Vendée has, for a long time, engaged the anxious solicitude of Government. A proclamation of the most incendiary nature was circulated to the arrondissement of Sables; three days after its appearance armed bands desolated the communes of the Marias. These outrages were attributed by the whole country to the intrigues of M. de Maynard. The peasants of Morbihan are armed to a man; they have never surrendered the firelocks of British manufacture which they made so noble a use of during the Kevolution."

The Chamber of Peers has resolved to continue the fatiguing and dull practice of delivering written speeches; the proposition for abolishing it having been rejected by a majority of 87 to 50.

The Chamber of Deputies had a public sitting on the 5th inst. when a project of law on the right of voting at Elections was presented. It is the old law somewhat modified; but the principle of paying about 131. sterling, in direct taxes, to qualify a person to vote, is retained.

On the 7th inst, in the sitting of the Chamber of Deputies, the long-promised projets of laws were brought forward by the Minister of Police, for securing the Liberty of the Subject, the Liberty of the Press, and the Seizure of printed Works. Such are the titles of the e laws, to which they have little pretensions, with the exception of that relating to the seizure of printed works. The two first laws are proposed to be temporary, and to expire on

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