Page images
[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors]

explanatory characters. These cha- their astonishment on being informed racters are employed to shew, 1. when that Mr. Wesley, one of the first Orthe subject or theme is direct ; 2. when ganists of the present age, was the inverted; 3. diminished ; 4. diminished author of a piece so every way unand inverted ; and 5. when augmented. worthy of his name. This Sonata reWe are glad to observe these charac- miods

us of some early paintings, unters employed by other Musicians. der which it was necessary to write, From the advice given by the Editors this is a tree, this is a horse, &c. to musical students, whose aim is to There are very few imitative pieces execute these difficult pieces, we ex.

of musick with which we are much detract the following, because it is such lighted : perhaps sone of the finest as learners should always follow who are in Haydn's Creution ; and in that have any desire to excel.

we have seen persons ready to laugh “Whoever determines upon executing at the (merry) sudden leaps of " the the following pages with precision, must

flexible tiger." steadily resolve upon practising them at “ The art of Musick is not essentially first in very slow time ; for since there imitative of the objects of the sense of is not a single note among them that hearing. Though it can copy the sounds can be omitted, without a material in or determinate noises produced by cerjury to their effect, it is absolutely in-' tain objects, that repetition is little indispensable, thoroughly to understand teresting, and is almost entirely foreign the career of the whole modulation, from it.” BARTHEZ, which will not be possible, unless each bar (measure) be studied with that pa

4. The Warsovian Polonoise, for the tient industry which shall secure the

Pianoforte, &c. by Sam. Webbe, jun. true position of every finger upon its de

THERE is very little to praise or signed key. This certainly is attainable blame in this little piece. The harby no other means whatever than prac- mony is extremely simple, and the tising at an exceedingly slow pace, until passages lie well for the hand, and the fingers shall have (as it were mecha are so easy, that we may safely re: nically) found their exact places on the commend this Rondo, alla polacca, Clavier, which by constant careful habit as a useful lesson to follow any of the they surely will, with hardly a probabi- common instruction-books. lity of any failure.” These four books form a volume, 5. A Collection of favourite Melodies, with

appropriate Embellishments, adapted which no organist should be without.

for the German Flute, by Chas. Saust. Fugues, in the present times, are

No. I. rarely heard, except on the organ, atid iou seldom on the organ. We ber are, La mia crudel tiranna, a Ve

THE pieces contained in this Num. cannot venture to recommend them

nelian air ; Hook's “ Within a mile of to lady performers in gereral; for, although they are the admiration of

Edinborough;” Belerma ; Hope told

a flattering Tale; Away with Melanevery good harmonist, we have hearil ladies call them 56 ugly old-fashioned

choly; Gramachree; Romance de

Richard ; Thou art goue ava; Gersiufi,"

man air ; She rose and let me in ; Sul According to Forkel (Life of Bach in German, 1802), J. S. Bach was

margine d'un rio, &c.; in all 14 me

lodies. Some of triese are as pleasing boru iu 1685, and died in July 1750, in bis 66ilt vear. Heuever met Han

as mere melody can be, and the ornadel in bin life ; yet Dr. Burney tells a

mental passages as tasteful as we exludicrous story of their meeting at pected from the known abilities of Salzburg, on the authority of old

this exquisite performer on the flute. Kirkmani.

To performers on his instrument,

Mr. Saust's Work (to be continued) “ Auf virtuosen sey stolz, Germanien, cannot fail to be agreeable.

die du gezeuget;. In Frankreich und Welschland sind 6. Overture to the Ballet of DonQuichotte, grössere nicht.”

ou Les Noces de Gamache, by F. Venua. 3. The Siege of Badajoz; a characteristic

Opera 10. Sonatu, by Samuel Wesley. AN indifferently pretty piece of SOME musical criticks had the pa- plagiarism. All its beauties are bortience to listen to the performance of rowed from Méhui's charming overthese 14 pages of musick; and at the ture, La Chasse. We do not see cause conclusion ii was amusing to observe to give it our recommendation.




LET Russia's TRIUMPH ROUSE THE WORLD If true themselves, th' Invader must retire, TO ARMS!

Pursued, at last, by Famine! Sword! anda Addressed to the Nations groaning under


[view! BUONAPARTE's. Yoke.

BRITANNIA * points, and mark the glorious By William Thomas Fitz-GERALD, Esq.

Her spear to France, her olive-branch to you;

[know, THE love of country, glowing in the wind, Fight but your battle, and she bids you

Adorns the story of The Russian HIND; Her virtuous Monarch is no more your foe, Without one murmur to the flames he Nations,arise ! and, in your vengeauce just, yields

[fields; Reduce your vile OPPRESSOR into dust! His home, and all the produce of his Chase from the earth his base, detested That when th' invading Fue arriv'd-he

race, found

And end the history of your own disgrace! Nor food, nor shelter on the wasted ground! Then shall the groaning World, from bonda Then see the BLOOD-NURS'D Corsican ad

age free, Vance,

[FRANCE; Taste all the sweets of Peace and Liberty. With all the strength of half-exhausted With Vassal Nations mingled in his train, Slaves from The Tiber! Bondsmen from Mr. URBAN,

Jan. 5. The Maine!

[own, THE communicator of the verses at Who, dragg'd to fight in quarrels not their p. 566, of your last Volume, said Extend that thraldom under which they

to be “ from the eldest Almanack kuown," groan!

would have gratified the curious by Ambition to enslave the human race, mentioning the date. Are they tranMade him o'erlook the prospect of dis- scribed from the Shepherd's Kalendar, grace;

which is generally esteemed as the earliest But soon he saw the end of Fortune's tide, privted work of that description in our For Heaven resolv'd to crush the Tyrant's language? The style and orthography I pride;

[alarms, should conjeci ure to place them nearly as Towns wrapť in flames, are Beacons of recent as the reigo of King James. There And the whole Russian Nation fly to arms ! is lying before me “ The Glasse of VaineIn various battles beaten, foil'd in all, glorie : Trauslated out of S. Augastine by Wheu Frenzy urg'd him on to Moscow's W. P. Doctor of the Lawes," 1600, wbich 'wail,

[fame, was probably first printed in 1592t, there Where vainly he had bop'd to blast the being a table for those using the Almanack Add blot from Europe's annals Russia's pretixed, to make it serve for twelve years; name,

[there? viz. 1592 to 1603. The author has placed What did the BAFFLED TYRANT meet with at the top of each month, as embellishments, But BURNING Ruins! FAMine! and De some spirited wood-cuts of incidental subSPAIR!

jects, with a quatrain immediately followThe Elements against his crimes conspire, ing of agricultural instructions, and a couAnd prove as fatal as both sword and fire, plet at the end fraught with advice for Compell’d to seek for safety in retreat, bodily health. The close imitation these His armies suffer ev'ry day defeat! verses bear to the style and manner of TusDeath-struck, and bleach'd by life-con- serĂ, whose rare and curious work has lately suming frost,

been restored to us with such an ample He sees his wretched legions hourly lost; and elaborate commentary by Dr. Mavor, Shaine and Confusion hang upon his rear, may render them sufficiently interesting to Where Deail rides awful on THE Cos- be worthy insertion,

E. Hoop. SACK's spear!

(dread, Aud he who kept the trembling world in

* The concluding ten lines are quoted Can find no corner to conceal his head.

from the Author's Address to The LifeFrom Russian Wilds a voice tremendous

RARY FUND for 1809. cries,

(arise! Europe, Awake! and from your TRANCE

+ In 1593 it was printed for John WinRise! with the strengıh of congregated det. Herbert's Typographical Antiquities, waves,

(slaves! p. 1230. Cens. Literaria, Vol. X. p. 101. Erect your heads! and be no longer # Durfey, in his poem of “ Collin's Walk Eaduce no more the odious Gallic chain, round London,” 1690, mentions " Tusser, Rise in a mass! and be yourselves again! fara'd for rural wit ;" adding, by way of The great example foilow that you see, note, that “ he was an antique author Burst your vile bonds, and set your chil- famous for writing a book of Husbandry, dren free!

and was just as good a poet for a gar. And be this truth convey'd to future times, dener, as our late Taylor was for a waterNations are only conquer'd by their crines ! mar.




Thrust sickle in some part of your hard Downe with your timber wood and let it


(worne. not stand,

[land, But first let the moneth be well nigh out Remembring for barlie to fallowe your Walke warely I will thee, From hedges and trees brush all needless For ill smelles may kill thee, sprigs,


And now go a hirding with nets and line
If sore sicknesse greeue thee,

Reape downe your rie, and shocke vp your

[eate; Let Phisicke reliene thee.

Your summer fruites gather, the sweeter to FEBRUARY

And downe with such otes as God shall you Superfluous branches from trees prune

send, away,

Prouided this moneth drawe toward an end. And suffer not mosse vpon them to stay : Burning heate may annoy thee, Plash and twist hedges, rif vp your lee. Quaking cold may destroy thee. land,


SEPTEMBER. , Lay quicksets, plant roses, the Spring is at

Now reape vp your barlie, least that it be To warmnesse betake thee,


[care and cost : Least colde agues shake thee*.

Your beanes and your peason to quite MARCH.

Remembring alwaies the age of the moone, Your barly land labor with plough and So shall you do nothing too late, or too plogb share,

(care ; The roots of your fruit trees to couer haue With raw frute to g!ut thee, Ply planting and graffing, Sow beans, In perill may put thee. oatęs, aud peason,

OCTOBER. Set sitruls and sage, for now is the season.

To sowe wheat and rie a while take the Eate good meates and purge thee,


[raine: Let bloud, if neede vrge thee.

In this monthes beginning for feare of the APRIL.

Scowre diches and pondes, set apples and Sowe barlie this season in land that is strong,


[and commes. Your garden hearbes setting delaye not too Peares, walnuts, and filberds, for time goes long :

(seede, Let warme meates suffise thee, To sowe hempe and faxe and other good And tread drie Laduise thee. As cucummers and melons, this month you

November. had neede.

Now serueth the season to sowe wheate and To hoalsome bathes vse thee,


(and drie : Sweete hearbs there to chase thee.

At this monthes beginning, in ground hot May.

Some labour bestowe your hedges to plash, Sow parsly and onions, coriander 'and Yourwood to cutdowne,and chiefly your ash. leekes,

[weekes : If stomach forsake thee, Smallage and basill, these four pleasant Then tart receits make thee. Stirre vp your land for wheate and for rie,

DECEMBER And haue to your cattell a circumspect eie.

Downe with your timber wood you that will To thinne diet traine thee,


[siue: And from sloth refraine thee.

And trust me by triall the same shall not JUNE.

Good digging of gardens, remouing of bees, Your doong carrie out to comfort your Vnwrieng the roo es of all your fruite trees. feeld,

[yeeld; With warme clothing fit thee, And bring home such fewel as your woods Least nipping cold bit thee. Mow downe your medowes, which doe lie lowe,

[must sow. To his worthy Friend, Mr. Thomas HEYRICK, And tender herbe seeds this moneth you

on his ingenious Poems. Take drinke to content thee,

LONG hath the sacred, venerable, name If thirst doe torment thee.

Of Poel (once so highly rais'd by fame) JULY.

Been, nor unjustiy, trampled under feet; Cut downe your hie medowes wbiles wether

Their laurels blasted, and their flow'rs is faire,

(and bare:

unsweet. The knots of your fruite trees laje naked

The virgin springs and chaste Pierian gioves

[loves : * Can W. P. be the author of the fola Have been profan'd by base incestuous Jowing well-known lines which are given at Castalian streams, so pure in former the end of February?


(rhymes : “ Thirtie days bath September, April,June, Were since polluted with unhallow'd and November,

When villains durst the Poet's taskipnvade, February hath XXVIII alone, and all the And shameful Vice, dress'd up in masjest thirty and one."




Did heavenly Wit presume


personate : But ransacks Thetis' bosom, and explores While Pocebus and the Nine in mourning Her inmost caverns and her utmost shores;

And strangely duth the vast abyss contain Then blushing Vertue never durst appear, Within the vaster ocean of his brain. For yaudy Flattry her rich robes did wear. All that was ever writ, or done, or said, Affrighted Truth fled the enchanted Well bath he understood and well surground,


vey'd: And Chastity could there no more be Pierian Tempe, where Apollo reigns, False fiends and phantomnes onely danc'd And spacious History's delightful plains, around.

And Heav'n and Earth's far distant reWhat shame and grief did then our souls gions lie oppress,

Conspicuous to his sharp sagacious eye. To see the laureate tribe in such distress; Nor yet more knowledge doth his verse Vile Mævius honour'd, Maro in dis

bestow, grace;

But, as we're wiser, makes us better grow; Loose Sirens seated in the Muses' place: With moral use it smooths rough Nature's Wise Fancy's sacred flame extinguish'd


[grace; quite ;

And human art with heavenly sense doth Wbile Ignis Fatuus shew'd a cheating light: Vertue in ev'ry lineament doth shine, All were asham'd, and all at this did Gross the materials, but the form divine. grieve!

Yet, when my Heyrick would advance a But Heyrick only could our wrongs relieve.


[main; He broke the charm; he ended all the Too high for all that doth on earth respell;

No female vanity, nor lordly ape, And now the obscener vision's fled to Hell: Nor wealthy ignorance, nor witless shape, Now genuine Sense, adorn'd with manly Bespeak his Muse :—but up aloft she flies, grace,

[face; And views bright Virtue with undazzled Doth shew to Heav'n his lov'd, majestic

eyes; Now Fancy's various mantle freely, flows; On Vertue only she delights to gaze, While curious Judgement doth her locks To Vertue onely gives deserved praise ; compose,

For, onely Vertue and (which is the same) And braids in artfull knots those tresses Great Rutland, can his panegyricks fair,


claim, That will the hearts of Phæbus' sons en Chaste Gainsborow, and the heavenly Now charming Wit, which few before did

Bridget's name. know,

[ties show; Nov. 24, 1690. JOSHUA BARNES. Walks at noon day, doth all her beau

Emmanuel Coll. Cambridge. How sweet her looks, how ravishing her *** The above is, we believe, the only tongue,

[song; copy of English verses which are known What heav'nly treasure s' io her artfull to have been composed by this illustrious How, while she innocently seeks to Scholar, please,

[ease, The ravish'd soul forgets her old dis

ON A BELOVED WIFE. And painiess joys and endless pleasures

GRIEF, love, and gratitude, devote this sees!


(band's life; Thus to the learned Aragonian king

To her whose virtues bless'd an hus. That healih which Galen's art could never When late in duty's sphere she mildly bring,


[wise, The charming Curtius kindly did impart, As friend, as sister, daughter, mother, And curd bis body, when he'd gain'd In the bright morn of beauty, joy, and his heart.

wealth, Here wisely Rowing Eloquence disdains

Insidious Palsy near his victim drew; To be confin'd, but in portic chains;

Dash'd from her youthful hands the cup Sweet are the bonds that tye the soul to

of health,

[ters threw. sense,

And round her limbs his numbing fet, And scope allow for all things, but offence! Here various Learning doth her wealth

Year after year her Christian firmness


[press ; And all that 's worth our knowledge freely

To check the rising sigh, the tear supAll Nature's secrets offers to our view,

Soothe with soft smiles the fears of anxious love,

[bless. Par more ihan wat'ry Proteus ever knew, Tho' he great Neptue's scaly herds doth

And Heav'n's correcting hand in silence keep,

[leep. Thus tried her faith, and thus prepar'd Well vers'd in all the wonders of the

her heart,

[gave ; For Heyrick's boundless aod unwearied The awful call at length th' Almighty mind

[find; She heard — resign'd to linger or depart, To this our upper world can't be con Bow'd her meek head, and sunk into the





[ocr errors]

Mr. URBAN, Blandford, Dec. 10. E'en while the wicked vent their utmost I SHALL feel myself honoured by your rage,

inserting the following extract from a (With inadvertent malice, torking out Poem, which, though published, is little The mighty purpose of the Power they known, I believe, but to the Author's friends, scorn) intituled “ Ocean,” in which, interspersed He, when their passions have accomplish'd with various descriptions of Sea-scenery, Which his high will permits, can cause it has been his endeavour to enforce cer

their wrath tain striking moral lessons, founded on Te praise him, or the remnant can restrain. the analogy, which it has ever been his fa He rules the tumult, and aliks commands vourite object to trace, between the Na The face of Nature, when the threatning tural and Moral World. Its application


[lifts to the recent events in Russia, and the Scowls o'er the foaming billows, and upturn of fortune that has attended the mo. The roaring waters from their deep-sunk dern Colossus of Despotism, will be easily bed; traced; and I have the additional pleasure As when with placid ray, the rising moon to assure you, in avowing myself to be O'er thy unruffled surface gently sheds the Author, that when written and pub A silver lustre ; while the ebbing waves, lished in 1801, the lines subjoined were Confin'd by laws uneming, to those bounds meant to designate the character to whom They first receiv'd, by slow degrees rethey now apply. Masox CHAMBERLIN,


And leave the stranded vessel to await OCEAN! to thee I dedicate my strain,

The friendly aid of a returning flood. Thou ''secretWorld of Wonders in thyself,"

At such serener hours, how sweet to take (As sung the bard, whose praises ever

Some fav'rite station near - the pebbiy break


shore, Spontaneous from my lips); for thou in

And catch at intervals the solemn sound, Art inexhaustibly an object, form’d

As the proud tide repeats its efforts vain, For Britons to admire, who yet retain And, for a time compelld to yield its place, (Under the auspices of Heaven's high will) Recoils in murmurs towards th' abyss Their rank among the nations by thine aid.


Then as each sandy bank uplifts its head, From some tall cliff, whose weather-beaten Triumphant for a season, I reflect brow

How for a while the guilty sometimes rest Stems the rude force of gathering elements, In false security's imagin'd calm, Baffling the assaults of congregated Heedless of laws, or human or divine : clouds,

[wide, And when returning, with impetuous force, And scattering them in divers channels

The swelling surges gain upon the strand, To shed their milder influence o'er the Like that, how speedily they disappear land,

Before God's waken'd wrath. Be this a I love to view the fluctuating gleam That pours new radiance on thy wide-spread Of consolation, when the rumour spreads face,

[change, Of threaten'a tumults, or of savage wars. And watch with care each interesting

So may my wishes centre in that world As the subsiding tempest breaks away, Where peace and joy eternally shall dwell, While the first struggling sunbeams penetrate


Ne jactes, sed præstes. With gradual strength the formidable Alternate darting forth with power renew'd, FRANCE threatens England might and Or yielding to the relicks of the storm,

With classic affectation vain, Which swiftly glide before the whistling

She cries,“ gale.

Carthago est delenda." What time the shatter'd vessel spreads

Do if you can, John Bull replies, again


See Britain all your threats despise,

While Hearts of Oak defend her.
Her Autt'ring canvass, and attempts once
To wind ber course around the far-stretch'd

H, E, point,

[reef'd sail, Beneath whose shelt'ring head, with close Some Lines written after hearing Miss TAnd anchor fix'd in some well-chosen spot,

play on the Harp. She watch'd in dread suspense the tedious THEN at her harp she sat with grace, night.

Each beauty mingled in her face; Oh ! let me cherish in my mind a sense Before one charm her fingers drew, Of the all-gracious providence of God, From her soft eyes ten thousand flew; Who oft amid the moral world displays The eye and hand together play'd, His saving power, protecting still the lives How sweet the symphony they made; Of those who place their confidence in him, But though with taste her fingers flow'd, When his severest judgments are abroad. Her eyes best execution shew'd. M.




« PreviousContinue »