Poetry.

CLAUDE LORRAINE.

COUNTRYMAN AND STRANGER.

Countryman loquitur.

That rock's his haunt.-There's not in all our hills
A hunter that can climb with him. He'll watch
Before the lark is up, and, staff in hand,
For hours stand gazing by the eagle's nest,
Like one enamour'd of the rising sun;
And then all day he'll wander thro' yon woods,
Till he has found his couch beside a rill,
Which, in his fantasy, he strews with shells,
And hangs with garlands of the weedy flowers.
Some think him love-crost; others, that he deals
With spirits, for all such seek loneliness;
And yet I think him holy, for he loves

Our convent walls; and many an evening strays
To see the sun-set sleeping on its roof
And its old arches, or but turns away
To pore upon its image in the stream;

And then upon his knee he'll spread his book,
And make wild lines, and smile, and tear the page,
Flinging it down the stream. Here's one of them.

Stranger.

This is LORRAINE ! or he is not on earth.

[Giving a paper.

6. C.

EPIGRAM.

On hearing a Lady praise a certain Reverend Gentleman's Eyes.

PALMYRA.

Oxford English Prize Poem, for 1822.

O'er the hush'd plain where sullen horror broods,
And darkest frown the Syrian solitudes,

Where morn's soft steps no balmy fragrance leave,
And parch'd and dewless is the couch of eve;
Thy form, pale city of the waste! appears
Like some faint vision of departed years.
In mazy clusters still, a giant train,
Thy sculptur'd fabrics whiten on the plain;
Still stretch thy column'd vistas far away
The shadow'd dimness of their long array.

But where the stirring crowd, the voice of strife,
The glow of action, and the thrill of life?
Hear! the loud crash of yon huge fragment's fall,
The pealing answer of each desert hall,
The nightbird shrieking from her secret cell,
And hollow winds the tale of ruin tell.

See, fondly ling'ring, Mithra's parting rays
Gild the proud tow'rs once vocal with his praise;
But the cold altars clasping weeds entwine,
And Moslems worship at the godless shrine.
Yet here slow pausing Memory loves to pour
Her magic influence o'er this pensive hour;
And oft as yon recesses deep prolong
The echoed sweetness of the Arab's song,
Recals that scene when wisdom's sceptred child*
First broke the stillness of the lonely wild.
From air, from ocean, from earth's utmost clime
The summon'd Genii heard the mutter'd rhyme;
The tasking spell their airy hands obey'd,
And Tadmore glitter'd in the palmy shade.
Lo! to her feet the tide of ages brings
The wealth of nations, and the pomp of kings,
And far her warrior queen from Parthia's plain
To the dark Æthiop spreads her ample reign.
Vain boast; e'en she, who Imma's † field along
Wak'd fiercer frenzy in the patriot throng,
And sternly beauteous, like the meteor's light,
Shot through the tempest of Emesa's fight-

"All these mighty things," say the Arabs, "Solyman Ebu Doud [Solomon, son of David] did by the assistance of spirits."-See Wood's Account of the Ruins of Palmyra.

+ See Gibbon's Decline and Fall, chap. xi.

While trembling captives round the victor wait,
Hang on his eye, and catch the word of fate-
Zenobia's self must quail beneath his nod,
A kneeling suppliant to the mimic god.

But one there stood amid that abject throng,
In truth triumphant, and in virtue strong;
Beam'd on his brow, the soul which undismay'd
Smil'd at the rod, and scorn'd th' uplifted blade.
O'er thee, Palmyra, darkest seem'd to low'r
The boding terrors of that fatal hour;
Far from thy glades indignant freedom fled,
And hope too, wither'd, as Longinus bled.
Wadham College.

A. BARBER.

THE FRIENDSHIP OF SORROW.

Above the coffin of the dead,

When hearts are soft and eyes are streaming; And hands are link'd by faith and dread,

Then Friendship's star is brightest beaming: But soon will wane its sparkling rays,

Thou wilt not long its light discover;

The genial warmth, the beauteous blaze,
Die when the moving scene is over.

This spell is thine, Mortality!

Its magic power

O'er human hearts triumphant often;
For those who live, and those who die,
alike can soften.
Yet, as the stream that winds awake,
Awhile its waters flash and quiver ;
But when they cease the tide to break,
Then sinks to rest the silent river.

Such, such is man :-in hours of grief
E'en his cold heart may be revealing
A spark, that half might cause belief,
It was not always void of feeling.
Oh! trust it not,-for time will prove

'Tis like night's stars the skies that lighten;
The beams we bless-the worth we love-
Are lost when morn or joy shall brighten.

BANKRUPTS.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 21.-N. Higginbottom, Macclesfield, malt and hop merchant.-J. Frost, Derby, saddler.-S. Baker, Liston, Essex, miller.-M. Sharp, Liverpool, master-mariner. -C. B. Denham, Fetter lane, Ironmonger.

TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 24.-R. B. Wake, Morton, Lincoln, timber-merchant. W. Braithwaite, Leeds, York, manufacturer. P. C. Prideaux, Plymouth, timber-merchant. G. Chapman, Old Bond-street, fruiterer. J. Cuff, Regent-street, Westmin ster, jeweller.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 28.-J. Martin, Oakham, Surrey, wheelwright.-W. May. Wellington-place, Goswell-street, baker. R. Lacey, Lyncombe, builder.-W. Spencer, Swansea, papermaker.-Y. Musson, Stamford, baker.-J. Everth, Pin Raleball, merchant.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 1.-J. T. Middleton, Stone, Stafford, coachproprietor.-W. Butcher, Sutton, in Ashfield, Nottingham, mercer.-S. G. Hart, Harwich, merchant.-W. Lane, Alderton, Gloucester, cattle-dealer.

MARRIED. On Wednesday the 18th ult. at Hove, near Brighton, Mr. J. W. Elam, of Freshford, Wilts, to Ann, only daughter of John Vallance, Esq. of Brighton.-On Tuesday the 24th ult. by special licence, by the Lord Bishop of London, at Hampton Court Palace, the Earl of Liverpool to Miss Mary Chester.Sept. 26th, at the Cathedral, Chichester, Watkin Homfray, Esq. of King's Hill, Monmouthshire, younger son of the late Samuel Homfray, Esq. of Caworth House, Berks, to Eliza Lee Thompson, only daughter of the late Thomas Lane Thompson, Esq. and Grand daughter of Henry Lee, Esq. of North Walls, Chichester.

DEATHS,-On Sunday the 22d ult. at his house in Little East street, Mr. Alderton, cabinet maker and upholsterer.—Thursday the 19th ult. at his house, Fareham, John Tinling, Esq.-Sept. 14th, Jane, the wife of Charles Deudeny, Esq. of Gensing, near Hastings, aged 65 years,-At Brighton, a short time since, Mr. White, an old and respected inhabitant of Eastbourne.-On Monday the 23d ult. Miss Watson, aged 16 years, only daughter of W. Watson, Esq. collector of the customs, at Eastbourne.—A short time since, Mrs. Jones, stay and corset maker, St. James's street, Brighton.-A few days since, Mr. Smithers, many years landlord of the Cricketers, Black Lion-street, Brighton.

Several communications have been unavoidably postponed; as are also the Market and Tide Tables, the Funds. &c.

The origin and cause of the existing difference between the Magistracy and our Local Commissioners, we have no hesitation in saying, that we correctly pointed out in our last number. We also pledged ourselves to our readers, to pursue the subject somewhat further, and that promise we were induced to give, that we might touch upon some points which have excited public animadversion-been characterised by opposing interests-and bandied from one extreme to another, in the whirlwind and contrariety of public opinion. The Commissioners, from the cause mentioned, cling to the present Local Act of Parliament; and it is consistent with the most actuating feelings of human nature that they should do so and, it is also equally common, in striving to maintain a favourite object, that our zeal should often carry us beyond what, in the prudent and actual preservation of such an object, is absolutely required. Without zeal, nothing, in any cause, is to be effected-but its superabundance often leads to error, and shews its remedy, perhaps, as remote. To us, a string of Resolutions, passed at a meeting of the Commissioners, now a few weeks since, in which the Magistrates, acting for this division of the county, were involved, partook of