self-support, will make use of the vigour of its shoots and beauty of its blossoms, solely for those purposes pointed out by the hand which guided its infant growth. No doubt, many benefits arise from this all-pervading system; without it the unaided power of reason would perhaps be inadequate to the task of impressing on the rising generation a due respect for the memory, and obedience to the institutions, of their fathers. If, then, these barriers to innovation were removed, to what an extent would the established harmony and organized principles of society be endangered. On the other hand, a venial doubt may be entertained, whether mere partial respect for antiquity may not sometimes induce us to cling too closely to its institutions, and oppose with too narrow a jealousy, the introduction of those improvements which the extended views, or pressing exigence of the time may suggest. On such adoption of principles and accommodation to circumstances, rests the welfare and indeed existence of every community, no less than the pureness of the ocean depends on the fluctuation of its waters. It may perhaps be objected, that the different usages of society are originally suggested by the dictates of nature, and regulated by the peculiar character of their respective climates, and that consequently the customs handed down from early, and held in respect by succeed. ing, ages, would have been equally observed, had posterity been left to follow the unbiassed impulse of their genius. But if among the imperceptible revolutions and progressive expansion of the mind, such a principle were to become prevalent, who could analyse its powers, or who could appoint the limits of its action? Where must we fix the boundary, within which, it would merely tend to confirm the natural tenor of our energies, but beyond it, would prove a fatal obstruction to the spirit of enterprise and improvement? But are national customs always the offspring of nature, harmonizing with the temper and complexion of their climate? Do the banks of the Niger enforce any indispensable necessity of the tattoo? Do the forests of Germany inculcate the use of the segar, or the summer skies of Constantinople that of opium? Has oriental scenery alone superinduced that elaborate barbarism, that immutable bigotry to their own and abhorrence of foreign institutions, which has for ages rendered China the historical phenomenon of the world? All-powerful, then, as that feeling appears to be, which has reconciled the captive to his dungeon, and the Indian widow to the pile of her husband, with what daring and capacious energies must those master-minds have been endowed, which, throwing off the shackles forged by chance, and rivetted by habit, have pointed, from time to time, the path of progressive improvement-a task, for which even their powers would perhaps have proved inadequate, could they not have called to their aid that love of novelty, which induces us to turn from happiness at our door, to pursue those visionary prospects, only bright from their uncertainty. To this latter passion may be ascribed the evils of licentious innovation, as well as to the former those of narrow-minded bigotry; while from a just amalgamation of the two, that tranquillity may truly claim its origin, which is ensured alike from the over-bearing tyranny, and the violent subversion, of established custom. F. RICHARD CŒUR DE LION. Bright beam'd the sun on England's smiling land, Oh, could'st thou check that dark and mad career, That flashing eye and heaving bosom tell By all the tortures of a ling'ring death, Sons of the prophet, haste ye to the fight, And meet the torrent stream of England's might! She knows not joy, she may not, must not, smile; And seek for refuge in the courts on high; Can hush its billows to the calm of peace; Then Hope is there, and rays of heavenly light With "God, for England, Richard, and St. George !" Draws the bright sword, and hurls th' unerring dart. Can tinge her cheek, and sparkle in her eye: And this enfeebled and emaciate hand Strike the glad string, and lead the virgin band? Ah, me! the prophet's sons are dark and wild, Their hands are drench'd, their swords in blood defil'd ; Yield the proud tenure of their native coast: Yet Richard comes: th' opposing blast in vain |