in others, to which he felt in himself a constant stimulus. Mr. Wales's portrait of Mr. Peacock, being a strong likeness, and well painted, procured him a considerable share of business, chiefly in portraits of a small size, which he paint ed in oval on tîn plate, so low as half a guinea and a guinea each. This afforded him but little advantage, and, of course, from such trivial resources, incumbered with small debts which he had not always the means of discharging, he left Aberdeen, and went to London, where he greatly improved, having a great portion of ready conception and aptitude, in availing himself of whatever he saw superior in the works of others, rendering it peculiarly his own, without the apparent labour of a mannerist, At London, he painted landscapes in the manner of Poussin, with fine effect, and attained great eminence in portrait,-He was, however, still left in circumstances considerably incumbered; and was encouraged to try for better fortune, and patronage arising from professional merit, in India. This he probably would have obtained, had he lived; for his improve ment was rapid: what he painted there was much approved of by the best judges of the art in that country. He died (in what part of India we know not) about ten years since."

In

"In an article connected with the Arts, we should not be able to offer any reasonable apology to the publick, if we omitted the name of Mr. Byres, of Tonley, a native of Aberdeenshire, who, after about 40 years residence in Rome, retired to live on his estate in this county. very early life, Mr. Byres studied at Rome. His classical taste and profound knowledge of whatever related to architecture, statuary, or painting, established his fame as a connoisseur, to whose judgment all the British resorting to Rome, as well as the learned and curious of other nations, were invariably in the habit of making constant appeal. As the intimate friend of Sir William Hamilton, the famous Portland vase, and indeed the finest specimens of the art, sent by that intelligent gentleman into this country, came originally through the hands of Mr. Byres. In forming an opinion of the productions of the old masters, and appreciating their just value and distinctive excellence, the judgment of Mr. Byres, since his return to Britain, has been often resorted to, and his decisions acquiesced in with well-founded confidence. Of specimens in the arts in his own possession, we are ignorant; but whatever he has, must be setect—and, to a remarkable suavity of

"To the ingenuity of the Rev. Dr. Bell, working by experiment,' we are indebted for one of the most useful dis coveries ever made in the art of Educa tion, and for which,' as Dr. Colquhoun remarks, he deserves a statue to his memory."Upon the basis of this admirable system, the following tract has been composed, to convey, in the easiest method, the knowledge of the first four rules of Arithmetic.

33. Evening Entertainments, or Delineations of the Manners and Customs of various Nations, interspersed with Geographical Notices, Historical and Biographical Anecdotes, and Descrip tions in Natural History, designed for the Instruction and Amusement of Youth. By J. B. Depping. 2 vols. 8vo. pp. 583. Colbourn.

AMONG the numerous Works now published to facilitate the studies and improvement of Youth, we have seldom met with one containing more entertainment and general information than Mr. Depping's Evening Entertainments, which consist of Dialogues between Mr. Oakley and his Family; wherein the situation of different countries is delineated, and their manners, customs, and way of living, agreeably described; being well calculated to open the minds of young people, and to inspire them with a laudable spirit of inquiry:and the more experienced student may find some agreeable amusement in turning over these pages.

SELECT

OF MAN'S LIFE. By Lord BACON. THE world's a bubble, and the life of man Less than a span;

In his conception, wretched from the womb, So to the tomb;

Curst in the cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears.

Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Yet since with sorrow here we live opprest,
What life is best?

Courts are but only superficial schools
To dandle fools;

The rural parts are turn'd into a den
Of savage men.

And where's a city from all vice so free, But may be term'd the worst of all the three.

Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed, Or pains his head;

Those that live single take it for a curse, Or doe things worse.

Some would have children, those that have them moan,

Or wish them gone."
What is it then to have, or have no wife,
But single thraldom, or a double strife.
Our own affections still at home to please,
Is a disease;

To cross the sea to any foreign soil,
Perils and toil.

Wars with their noise affright us; when

ON STUDY.

FREE from the dull impertinence of chat,
And idle instances of this and that;
Free from the smart societies of wit, [ceit;
And coxcombs laughing at their own con-
Free from the graver topicks of the gown,
The lawyer'squibble,and the zealot's frown;
My Book I court, and from the silent page
Imbibe the wisdom of the saint and sage.
Pleas'd I review the first records of time,
The most authentic, and the most sublime:
With Heaven's almighty fiat I begin,
And view its image, yet untaught to sin.
Next sin its dire contagion spreading wide,
When by one death succeeding ages died.
The plan of Heaven with wonder I pursue,
"Till the old work stands finish'd in the new;
"Till life by One, succeeding ages gain,
And Satan plots to curse the world in vain.
With rev'rence clos'd, from sacred books
[learn.

I turn,
And what the schools of Science taught, I
I enter oft the rigid Samian school,
In silence study, and submit to rule;
Revolve each weighty matter in my breast,
And learn, before I utter, to digest

Review each day th' improvements I have made,

Nor care to speak, till able to persuade. Anon I seek iu History different scenes, And active fancy mighty chiefs convenes. Here Cæsar strikes me with triumphant sway, [way. While swoln tumultuous Rubicon gives Here the Boyne reddens, deep with gore distain'd, [gain'd. Where Belgic William victory's laurel 1 muse reflective on the dread record, And try the justice of the victor's sword. Now with new joy my Tully I review, Who utters all his eloquence anew. At once my judginent by his art is caught, His nervous style, his energy of thought: His pow'rful tongue still Cæsar's wrath reAnd still unrivall'd o'er each heart he strains, [reigns. Oft as I please to Pindus I repair; Say, O ye Muses! how transported there! Old Homer, mounting on his daring swau, Exalts my soul, and makes me more than

man.

[tries The Mantuan bard with greater caution To mount, and gains, by slow degrees, the

skies.

LIPS AND EYES. IN Celia's face a question did arise, Which were more beautiful, her Lips or Eyes: [pointed darts, "We (said the Eyes) send forth those Which pierce the hardest adamantine hearts." [blisses

"From us (replied the Lips) proceed those Which Lovers reap by kind words and sweet kisses." [did pour, Then wept the Eyes, and from their springs Of liquid oriental pearls a shower; Whereat the Lips mov'd with delight and pleasure, [treasure, Through a sweet smile unlockt their pearly And bade Love judge, whether did add

WITH TWO ROSES:

THE ONE WHITE, THE OTHER RED.

READ in these Roses, the sad story

Of my hard fate, and your own glory: In the White you may discover The paleness of a fainting Lover; In the Red the flames still feeding On my heart with fresh wounds bleeding. The White will tell you how I languish, And the Red express my anguish; The White my innocence displaying, The Red my martyrdom betraying. The frowns that on your brow resided Have these Roses thus divided; Then let your smiles but clear the weather, And they both shall grow together.

TO CUPID.

CAREW.

Previous to the Nuptials of a Maiden Lady. SAY, Urchin, why from yonder breast,

Ere thou hadst rul'd in ample sway, Thou fled'st in Youth's gay holiday? Wast thou not fondly there caress'd? Or did it prove, poor naked Boy,

To thee a void and frigid home; Couldst thou not revel there in joy,

And think of promis'd sweets to come? The Maid (though not supremely fair)

Whose bosom gave thee shelter then,
Bethought perchance thou'dst come
again,

If she deferr'd thy visit there:-
And true! Once more thy form appears;
Now Time has reckon❜d on his way
A lapse of forty tardy years,

Thou dost again thy visit pay.
So long it is since thou wert known

Disporting in that virgin breast,
That much I tremble for thy rest
In such a mansion aged grown:
Alas! I fear the old retreat,

Which once thy genial form despis'd, Hath so retrench'd each early sweet,

'Twill scarce by thee be recogniz'd. Thou know'st the gay, external shew,

Serves but to hide the deeper shade Which Time's resistless hand hath made: Vainly she decks in varied hue; For Age, they say, Boy, frightens thee,

And all thy raptures cease to burn; If so-thou now must frighten'd be, And fly, ah, never to return!,

STUDIOSUS.

BETTY AMLETT. AN ELEGIAC BALLAD, BY JOHN MAYNE. "The living may learn knowledge from the dead." OLD EPITAPH,

Odrop a tear for Betty Amlett,

Led astray from Wisdom's ways! Ah! once the blithest in the hamletNow a scaffold ends her days!

Behold her bending in contrition!
Mark her supplicating eye!
In vain for life her sad petition-
Justice dooms, and death is nigh!
Around a rueful look she glances

On the friends of former years,
While Pity, as her end advances,

Trickles down their cheeks in tears! Endearing scenes of long-lost pleasure, Rush upon her troubled mind; Sweet Faith, and Truth's unfading treasure, Left neglected far behind!

Abas'd, she thinks, in deep dejection,

What she is, and might have been; And, shudd'ring, starts with recollection At the dreadful gulph between! Like some fair flow'r on Life's wild common, By the gale at random blown, All that on earth adorns a woman,

Innocence, was overthrown!

Then, driv'n by shame and indiscretion, Wand'ring outcast, and forlorn, Remote from home or habitation,

Fed with berries from the thorn

Down yonder lane where rank weeds blos

som,

Sad and sorrowful her plight,
An infant clinging to her bosom

First beheld the morning light!
Ye who at ease are happy mothers,
All your cares and pains forgot,
O! think, in pity think, on others,
Want and wretchedness their lot!
For want she saw her infant languish,
None to succour, none to save,
And, frantic with despair and anguish,
Plung'd it headlong in the wave!

Yet drop a tear for Betty Amlett!

Lo! at Mercy's shrine she prays! Ah! once the gentlest in the hamletKind and true in better days!

But Time mispent in Youth's sweet season, Folly learnt in Guilt's abode,

And Vice that shuns the light of Reason, Led her far away from GOD!

Behold her now in deep contrition,

For her crimes afraid to die!
And, Maidens, from her sad condition,
Learn to fix your thoughts on high!
Or humble or obscure your dwelling,
Wisdom's ways will lead to fame;
For Virtue, Pride and Pomp excelling,
Decks with gems a spotless name!
But Woman, void of pure Devotion,

Though she live in splendid halls,
Puff'd with the pride of vain emotion,
Like a fenceless city falls!

Now, overwhelm'd with guilt and sorrow,
Betty's Amlett's course is run!
Ah! ne'er to see another morrow,
Nor behold the setting sun!

THE

THE SOLILOQUY OF A BACHELOR, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS BIRTH-DAY.

LET youthful Lovers fondly greet

With song and dance their natal day, Let them in jovial circles meet,

And laugh the lightsome hours away;
But mine, alas!
Must sadly pass,

With no kind gratulations blest;
Mine but excites the silent tear,
That now another lonely year

Hath follow'd all the rest.

And whither, whither are they flown?
What traces have they left behind?
What transports can I call my own?
What social bosom can I find?
I view the past,

And stand aghast;

How much, alas! of life's short span ! And Memory cries, as thus I gaze,

Where are the friends of former days,
Thou solitary man!'

Some, blest of heav'n, and timely wise,

Are link'd in Hymen's silken bands;Have learnt Heav'n's last, best gift to prize, And join'd with hers their willing hands: With fond embrace

Each grief they chase, Whatever ill their steps betide; And hand in hand they sweetly stray Thro' life's perplex'd and thorny way, With truest love their guide. Some seek their Country's banner'd plain, And fearless dare the hostile fray; And some, the growing love of gain Hath lur'd to foreign lands away;And some, indeed, Whose names I read

Engrav'd on many a mossy stone, Were early number'd with the dead : Thus all, their diff'rent ways have sped, And left me here, alone! They say, that my unfeeling breast Ne'er felt love's pleasing, anxious smart;

Was ne'er with doubts and fears opprest,
Nor sigh'd to win a woman's heart:

And let them say
Whate'er they may ;

I heed not censure now, nor praise:
I could not ask a simple maid

To seek with me the lowly shade ;-,
I hop'd for brighter days.

Yes, I have felt that hallow'd flame [sire;
Which burns with constant, chaste de-
I too have cherish'd long a name
That set my youthful breast on fire;
But HOPE's sweet smiles,
And witching wiles,

Beguil'd my heart of every pain;
And I have slept in her soft bowers,
"Till now, of life's last lingering hours
How few, alas, remain !

Ah! now her fairy reign is past,

For youth's warm raptures now are o'er; Those visions all, too bright to last,

Of love and joy, can charm no more!

To GF

Esq.

ALAS! in vain 1 strike the Lyre;
It glows with no poetic fire,
But notes of fear, and notes of woe,
In melancholy descant flow:

I fear lerne's ruin'd state,

I mourn when Brothers Brothers hate.
As, blazing with portentous light,
Yon Comet strikes my aching sight,
And fearful Fancy dare not pause
Upon the evils it may cause,
"Till, lost in shades and depths profound,
Beyond imagination's bound,

Th' Almighty Ruler guides its course
Far from the Sun's refulgent source,
And troubled Nature, freed from fear,
Adoring owns her God is near:
So may His sov'reign hand restrain
Th' eccentric course of sinful Man,
And yet protect your Native Land
From Gallia's power, from Gallia's hand;
Controul that star's malignant ray,
Whose influence spreads such wide dismay,
Whose baleful track o'er Europe throws
Unheard-of crimes, unheard-of woes.

Oh !

Oh! may those crimes, those sorrows cease,
The suff'ring nations yet have peace,
Repentant bend, and kiss the rod,
Confess th' avenging hand of God,
Implore his gracious aid to spare,
And, still confiding in his care,
In death, in danger, fear, and shame,
Trust in his love, adore his Name.

A. H. A. H. wished to see a drawing of SOUTHWOLD Church, (see p. 265 of our Jast.volume,) through the medium of the Gentleman's Magazine.

From the Author to his Wife on the Thirty-eighth Anniversary of their Wedding day, with a new Gold Ring, the original Wedding-ring being worn out. REVOLVING seasons mark the lapse of years,

Whilst ev'ry season in its turn appears, Spring, Summer, Autumn, each with lively green, [scene,

And fruits, or flow'rs, enrich the varied Now Winter reigns in icy fetters bound, And holds in frozen chains the sterile

ground.

last,

So 'tis with us, the Spring of life is past, And Summer's pleasing scenes no longer [known, Autumn succeeds, by ripen'd wisdom Rich in experience, is by prudence shewn, Then comes our Winter with a joyless train, And with it brings infirmities and pain. Thus Life declines, nor will revolving years' Renew our vigour when the Spring appears; 'Tis Nature's doom, then let us not repine, Though mom'ry fail, and mental powers decline. [staid, As Life is short, and Time can not be Let the commands of Heav'n be now obey'd; Improve the passing minutes as they rise, Enjoy what's giv'n, nor crave what Heav'n denies :

Let us once more our marriage vows renew, Recall that period, and past time review. Say, does affection dwell within each breast? Does love in all our actions stand confess'd?

Does aught of youthful love with us remain, And hold us captive still in silken chain ? Say, does it not from length of years de[cease? And will it last 'till Time with us shalt Years have revolv`d, yet has my love for you

crease,

Been like the shadow to the dial true,
And will continue to the end of life;
For what's so lovely as a prudent Wife,
Whose conduct has for eight and thirty

years

Been such as ev'ry prudent man reveres.

This second Ring I now present to you, With due respect and with affection too, Proves my sincerity has not grown old, And that affection stronger is than gold.

Pleasure and pain, the common lot of all, Has mingled with our sweets the cup of gall;

Thankful for each, for each have blessings been,

Joy has lain hid in sorrow unforseen, And that which for a time our peace destroys,

May prove the parent of an hundred joys.
Should Heav'n propitious smile on fu-
ture years,
[xious cares,
And grant us health, free from life's an-
We yet may some few years in comfort live,
To share those blessings Providence may
give.
[annoy,
Ambitious thoughts shall ne'er our bliss
Nor fears of poverty our peace destroy;
Let mediocrity through life be ours,[flow'rs;
We care not who may pluck Ambition's
Careless of all things that on life depend,
With pleasure contemplate our latter end.
Thus will tranquillity surround our cot,
'Till Time's keen scythe shall cut the Gor
dian knot,

Remove us to the place by Heav'n decreed,
Where Tinie shall end !-Eternity succeed!
Dec. 29.
S. S.

For Miss MARGARET H-T-N's Prayer Book.

FROM scandal, pride, and envy free,

From patches and from paint, What would my dearest Peggy be

That's better than a Saint? With hands uplifted to the skies,

Why does the fair-one pray? Unless for thousands, whom her eyes Have made to go astray. Whene'er for those the zealot bends To heav'n her humble pray'ri The gods will surely be my friends,

And grant me all in her. Woodbine Cottage, Dec. 8. PASTOR Damon.