Or for the blasting thunderbolt of war? Was this his being's end? Oh, how he errs Who of his godlike nature and his God Thus poorly, basely, blasphemously deems! For higher actions and for nobler ends, Our better part, the deathless and divine, Was made. The fire that animates my breast May not be quenched. And when that breast is cold The unextinguishable fire shall burst Obedient to my better part, my Friend, Intreats admittance. Wretched fool is he, Me menéo, Me paseo, Yo trabajo Subo y baxo; No me estoi quieta jamas. Son de alguna utilidad ? wwwww La Ardilla y el Caballo.-YRIArte. "MIRANDO estaba una Ardilla De ese brio, Suelo hacer, y acaso mas. "Yo soi viva Translation. A SQUIRREL sat and eyed a horse, Went thundering o'er the plain. The squirrel marked his varied pace, "Your swiftness, and form, "So active am I, I can run, I can fly, Above and below, Here and there I can go, All action, and never at rest." The horse, who heard the strange address, Look'd scornfully aside, Then paused, and listen'd to his speech, The use of all this let me know? "It is not in vain That I move o'er the plain, My governor's will, [Sea-Captain's Exclamation.] “I, Anthony James Pye Molloy, Can make, break, disrate, and destroy." This was the usual exclamation of this gallant captain of the "Cæsar," as he walked the deck. [Sire and Baron.] "THESE ancient barons affected rather to be stiled by the name of Sire than Baron, as Le Sire de Montmorencie, Le Sire de Beauvin, and the like. And the Baron of Concy carried, to that purpose, this rithme in his device, 'Je ne suis Roy ne Prince aussi Selden. RIDICULOUS appearance of the names in V. Varanius :-Pipinius heros. Talebotus. Hongreffortus. Scallus. "NEC cuiquam Bethfortiadum de gente pepercit. Tum Talebotream loquitur Suffortus ad aurem." [Richard Beauchamp, Earl of Warwick.] "It was Richard Beauchamp, Earl of Warwick, whom Dunois defeated, born in 1380. Whether we consider him as a soldier or statesman,' says Fenn, ' he was one of the most considerable personages of his time. In 1408 he visited the Holy Sepulchre at Jerusalem, and on his journey thither acquitted himself with the greatest valour at tournaments, and other acts of valour in the courts of several princes.'" Extracts. "EM quem se unis por natureza Com a mór severidade a mór brandura." ULYSSEA. "SILENCIO y soledad, ministros puros LANCE heads gilt. "Outro lhe trazia huma facha d'armas com o ferro dourado." -PALMEIRIM. "E PORQUE nestes encontros quebrara tres lanças, que trazia, o quinto se deteve, esperando lhe viesse outra. Albayzar lhe mandon dar d'algumas, que tenha pera sua pessoa, porque as vezes justava, e era negra e o ferro dourado."-Ibid. THE Sound of the drum called by the French Palalalalan.-PASQUIER. FULLER observes, that "though blood be the best sauce for victorie, yet must it not be more than the meat." Whose mountain mass darkens the hollow vale! Yet there it falls not, for the eternal wind winding straits, Scatters the midway stream, and borne afar, sage Sure if some Of elder times had journey'd here, his art From L. LEONARDO. I. 73. 11. Thy paint-beplaster'd forehead, broad and With not a grey lock left, thy mouth so black, That with a random hand blind Fortune deals Wisdom from Nature, marking how the Save all its folly and its ignorance. From the CONDE DE REBOLLEDO. Earth with its horrors, making the firm globe That seem as they appall'd the fires of For Night approaches now, preserving And War will sleep in darkness. But the Stretch'd forth his hand, and bade the Sun On Gibeon, and thou, Moon, over the vale Jan. 30, 1798. when he went to save his brother. Our fate in our own hands, or evil or good, | disappearance of Nuno after the battle, Thy quiet life, when, a self-governed man, No laws exist to thee; and when no change With which the will of Heaven may visit thee Can break the even calmness of thy soul. 31st Dec. 97. 12, Lamb's Conduit Street. Futura. January 13, 1803. WHO is it that so prefers cities that he will not live in the country, and loves London best of all, for the sake of man the philosopher ?—yet even in London lives retired, delighting in shade, and quiet, and retirement-in solitude? oh no! but his acts of love are so secretly bestowed that they are not felt at the time, though keenly felt and long remembered afterwards—a good Me- | thodist? The king is afraid of him, and has by his own authority ordered him to be destroyed. Oh, a Jacobin; away with him to Mr. Aris!—no, not by law and a trialnot against law by confinement-not by a court-martial, but by Mr. Tiffin. Sir W. Yeo and the Soldier. The Soldier had gone into the field to do-what? Are you a classic reader-have you had the benefit of a liberal education ?-to do what 'As in præsenti had done in the entry.' Not what goeth into the mouth defileth, but this did. The soldier swore when he got the bayonet; but the recording angel put that oath down among his good things. So, Sir, with reverence be his title spoken. Keswick, Saturday Evening, Portugal Delivered. THE Siege of Lisbon; the election at Coimbra; the battle of Aljubarrota. One of the finest incidents would be the For a poetical hero, there is Vasco Lobeira, and his Oriana may supply that female interest to the story which is all it wants. 26 Nov. 1814. I HAVE this day made up my mind to take the subject. 23 March, 1819! THE weight of this poem will depend upon two characters. Nuno Alvarez, who is the ideal of chivalry, full of joy, hope, enthusiastic patriotism, and enthusiastic devotion; and his brother, twenty years older than himself, who had been a father to him, and is, from a deep sense of duty, with the Spaniards: satisfied that their cause is just; utterly dissatisfied with their conduct-the perfect example of a good and wise man in such circumstances. Hated by the populace of his own country; hated by most of the Spaniards, but respected by Juan and Joam, though disliked by one, and feared by the other; and loved and reverenced by Nuno, and by all who know him well. Before the battle he takes leave of Juan, and while the event is doubtful, executes his long meditated purpose of hiding himself from the world. His daughter is Lobeira's love. If this character can be developed as it is conceived, I think it will be the best delineation that I shall ever have made. IN Aragon no vassal of the crown could be buried without the king's leave; the permission implying that he had discharged his loyalty. Sisters of Helicon-yours is a thankless service; he who rears the olive of Pallas is well repaid-or the grain of Ceres-your votaries receive only a barren laurel to wave over their graves. This note of exclamation is in the original MSS. and is evidently intended to point to the time elapsed since the preceding entry. J. W. W. |