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accommodation to the ill-humour rable brilliancy of the heavenly vault, of others.

I started from my seat, and in rap. Temper is one of the most busy

tures left my home, to enjoy the

pleasures of the opening night. And and universal agents in all human

now occurred to my mind those beauactions,

tiful lines in Homer, thus translated Nothing is so rare as a single by Pope: moiive, almost all our motives are

“And when the moon, refulgent lamp compound ones; and, if we exa

of night, mine our own hearts and actions O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her with that accuracy and diffidence sacred light : which become us as finite and re- When not a breath disturbs the deep

serene, sponsible beings, we shall find

And not a breath disturbs the solemn that, of our motives to bad actions temper is often a principal Around her throne the vivid planets ingredient, and that it is not un- roll, frequently one incitement to a And stars unnumber'd, gild the glowgood one.

ing pole : The crimes not only of pri-The conscious swains, rejoicing in the vate individuals but of sovereigns Eye the blue vault, and bless the use

sight, might, I doubt not, be traced up

ful light.” to an uncorrected and uneducated

The owl, I perceived, had left his temper as their source.

diurnal dormitory, and was skimming

over the meadows in search of prey. To the Editor of the Oxford Enter- See, with what steady wing he sweeps taining Miscellany.

along the hedges, beating them with

the regularity of a spaniel. Now he SIR,

hovers, now he darts, and grasping the You will oblige me little unresisting animal in his talons, by inserting the following in your hastens to his retreat to feed on its Miscellany.

innocent blood :-Hark! the woods be

gin to resound with alternate shrieks Yours, &c.

and hootings of their nocturnal inhabitAMICUS. ants.—The affrighted, hare starts from

its covert, bursts through the woods, A WALK BY MOON LIGHT.

and apprehensive of danger, scours "The soul of man was made to walk the skies, the fields with unremitting speed. Delightful outlet to her prison here."

Even Silence seems astonished--and Young.

old Night, appalled, rears his sable The stars had already lighted up crest, “and grins horribly a ghastly their twinkling lamps, and the fair smile." empress of the night was just stepping I vow pursue my lonely excursions, into her refulgent car, and painting and tread, with nimble step, the dewy the universal landscape below with lawn, which, with a spiral ascent, her silver rays; when struck with the winded through a gloomy wood, whose beauty of the scene, and the incompa-inmost recesses were here and there

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enlightened by “the moon's palé orb," The mists of eve have wept themwhich gave the whole a solemn and

selves to tears; åwful appearance.-In the midst, And night's pale queen her sapphire under the umbrage of venerable oaks, throne ascending, šat pensive Solitude, musing with down- In cloudless state her silvery cre. cast eye,mand Melancholy outspreads scent rears. her sable wings.

The stars are met the mountain gales I now quickened my pace, and in a are sleeping few

w moments arrived at the extremity, A dewy freshness fills the fragrant which opened into a beautiful, extensive park, well stocked with deer, And Silence, 'round-unbroken vigils which Synthia's rays rendered faintly keeping, visible. Through the midst runs a Ne'er waved her wing o'er aught crystal stream, which, like a mirror, more wild and fair. reflects the beautiful canopy of heaven “bespangled with stars,” while it soothes the mind, and lulls the ear with its pleasing aquatic murmurs. Av artist painted Time and Love : By the margin I directed my course, Time with two pinions spread above, and contemplated, with silent attention,

And Love without a feather: the various objects around, clothed in Sır Harry patronized the plan, the raven-coloured robes of Night, but And soon Sir HAL and Lady ANNE made conspicuous ky the bright lumi. Iu wedlock came together. naries which now shone with inimitable Copies of each the dame bespoke : Justre; these reflections brought to my The artist, ere he drew a stroke, mind the following beautiful lines of

Reversed his old opinions, Thomson :

And straightway to the fair one brings With what an awful world-revolving Time in his turn devoid of wings. power

And Cupid with two pinions. Were first th' unweildy planets What blunder's this?" the Lady, launch'd along

cries, Th’illimitable void !

“No blunder, Madam,” he replies, Firm, unremitting, matchless in their I hope I'm not so stupid.

Each has his pinions, in his day, To the kind temper’d change of night Time, before marriage, flies away, and day,

And after marriage, Cupid.
And of the seasons ever stealing round,
Minutely faithful : such the all-perfect

Veeful Domestic Wint.
That pois'd, impels, and rules the Yeast. The following method of
steady whole.

making yeast for bread, is both easy

and expeditious. . Boil one pound of To be resumed.

good four, a quarter of a pound of poetry.

brown sugar, and a litile salt, in two gallons of water, for one hour; when

milk-warm, bottle it, and cork it close, Written at Halton Castle, Cheshire. It will be fit for use in twenty-four Bright is the sky-a morrow fair pre hours. One pint of this will make tending;

deighteen pounds of bread.

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course ;

Three of his Latin poems are Select Biography. upon subjects on which perhaps

he would not have ventured to

have written in his own language. “No part of History is more in--- The Battle of the Pigmies and structive and delightful than the Lives

Cranes ;"

- The Barometer ;”. of great and worthy Men.”


and “A Bowling Green.” When the matter is low or scanty, a

dead language, in which nothing LIFE OF ADDISON.

is mean because nothing is famiJoseph Addison was born on liar, affords great conveniences; the 1st of May, 1672, at Milston, and, by the sonorous magnificence near Ambrosebury, in Wiltshire, of the Roman syllables, the writer of which place his father, Lance-conceals penury of thought and lot Addison, was then rector. want of novelty, often from the Our author appearing weak, and reader and often from himself. unlikely to live, he was christened In his twenty-second year he on the same day. After the usual first shewed his powers of English domestic education, which, from poetry, by some verses addressed the character of his father, may be to Dryden; and soon afterwards reasonably supposed to have given published a translation of the him strong impressions of piety, greater part of the Fourth Georgic he was committed to the care of upon Bees; after which, says Mr. Naish, at Ambrosebury, from Dryden, “my latter swarm is whence he went to Salisbury; and hardly worth the hiving.” after having passed through the About the same time he comregular routine of scholastic duties posed the arguments prefixed to here, at Litchfield, and at the the several books of Dryden's school of the Chartreux, he was Virgil. Having yet no public entered, in 1687, at Queen's Col-employment, he obtained, in 1699, lege, Oxford, where, in 1689, the a pension of £300 per annum, accidental perusal of some Latin that he might be enabled to travel; verses gained him the patronage he staid a year at Blois, probably of Dr. Lancaster, after provost of to learn the French language; Queen's College; by whose re- and then proceeded on his journey commendation he was elected Demy to Italy, which he surveyed with of Magdalen College.

the eyes of a poet. At his return Here he continued to cultivate he published his travels with a poetry and criticism, and grew dedication to Lord Somers. first eminent for his Latin com- In 1709, was commenced the positions, which are indeed en-“ Spectator;" a series of Essays titled to particular praise, of the same kind as the “ Tatler,"


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published a few months previous, was mentioned, as a satire on the but written with less levity, upon stories, and the tories re-echoed a more regular plan, and published every clap to shew that the satire daily.

was not felt. It is recorded by Budgell, that While Cato was on the stage, of the characters feigned or exhi- another daily paper called the bited in the “Spectator," the “Guardian," was published by favourite of Addison was Sir Steele. To this, like the “Tatler," Roger de Coverley. To Sir Roger, Addison gave great assistance, who, as a country gentleman, whether occasionally or by previappears to be a tory, or, as is ous engagement is not known. generally expressed an adherent The papers of Addison are to the landed interest, is opposed marked in the “Spectator," by Sir Andrew Freeport, a new man, one of the letters in the name of a wealthy merchant, zealous for Clio, and in the “ Guardian" by the monied interest, and a whig. a hand; whether it was, as Tick

Of Essays thus elegant, thus ell pretends to think, that he was instructive, and thus commodi- unwilling to usurp the praise of

. cusly distributed, it is natural to others, or, as Steele, with far suppose the approbation general greater likelihood, insinuates, that and the sale numerous. It was he could not without discontent. once observed that the sale may impart to others any of his own. be calculated by the product of This year (1716) he married the tax, related in the last number the Countess Dowager of Warwick, to produce more than £20 a week, whom he had solicited by a very and therefore stated at twenty-one long and anxious courtship, and in pounds, or three pounds ten shil- 1717, he rose to his highest elevalings a day; this, at a halfpenny a tion, being made secretary of state. paper, will give sixteen hundred In a few years Addison changed

a and eighty for the daily number. from gay to serious writing, and

The year 1713, in which “Cato" engaged in a nobler work, a decame upon the stage, was the fence of the christian religion, of grand climacteric of Addison's which, a part was published after jeputation; he soon completed it, his death : and he designed to and now “ heavily in clouds came have made a new poetical version on the day, the great, the import of the “ Psalms." ant day,” when Addison was to Addison did not, however, constand the hazard of the theatre. clude his life in peaceful studies ; The danger was soon over, The but relapsed, when he was near whole nation was at that time on his end, to a political dispute. fire with faction. The whigs ap- The end of his useful life was now plauded every line in which liberty approaching. Addison had for


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some time been oppressed by wald?” said she, panting; “ye shortness of breath, which was did this to cheat me; he is not now aggravated by a dropsy : here; but look there !'' exclaimand, finding his danger pressing, ed she, “is not that a mast and he prepared to die comformably sail that lays on the sands below ?” to his own precepts and profes

“ Where !” cried Hendric, tremsions. Addison had in vain at- bling and straining his eyes to tempted for a long time to reclaim distinguish the object which she Lord Warwick, a young man of pointed to“My eyes are dim, very irregular life. One experi- | I cannot see clearly; but let us ment, however, remained to be go down." He supported her tried; upon the approach of down the declivity with a trembling death he sent for him, and on arm; a painful sensation shot his arrival he said, “I have sent through his heart as he perceived for you, that you may see how a on nearer approach that it was christian


die,” But whether the sail of Erwald's boat. Louise it had the desired effect it cannot discovered his agitation, the truth be ascertained. Soon after Ad- flashed upon her mind; she rushdison closed his eyes in death, ed forward, and to her great horleaving behind him memorials ror perceived the body of Erwald, which will be read with pleasure half-hidden by the sail, pale and by ages of ages yet unborn.

lifeless; his arms were clasped In Tickell's excellent “ Elegy” around the mast, his beautiful on his friend are these lines :- black hair, saturated by the briny “He taught us how to live! and, oh! wave, fell heavy o'er his brow. too high

She gazed wildly upon his face, The price of knowledge! taught us and placed her trembling hands how to die."

upon her burning forehead-she in which he alludes, as he told heaved a deep sigh; then turning Dr. Young, to the moving inter- slowly round to the weeping Henview between Addison and Lord dric, and looking mournfully in Warwick.

his face, said, “ It was I that did it-but do not weep, old man, you

see I do not drop a single tear; ERWALD AND LOUISE,

and yet I wish I could, perhaps A TALE,

t'would quench the burning heat (Continued from

that rushes through my brainThe lively Louise chatted merri-Oh! take me away,

I cannot

see, ly till they reached a point from my eyes grow dim-12" she whence they could see around could utter no more, but fell into them—she stopped and looked on the arms of the almost distracted all sides. 6 Now where is Er-Hendric.

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