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It is that we would thence create
Bright memory of the past;
And give their imaged form a date
Eternally to last.

It is, to hallow-whilst regret
Is busy with their actions yet-
The sweetnesses they cast:

To sanctify upon the earth
The glory of departed worth.

Such and so fair, in Day's decline
The hues which Nature gives;
Yet-yet-though suns have ceased to shine,
Her fair creation lives:

With loved remembrances to fill
The mind, and tender grief instil,
Dim radiance still survives;

And lovelier seems that lingering light,
When blended with the shades of night.
Else, why when rifled stands the Tower,
The column overthrown,

And, record of Man's pride or power,
Crumbles the storying stone';
Why does she give her Ivy-Vine
Their ruins livingly to twine,
If not to grant alone,

In the soliloquies of man,

To glory's shade an ampler span !

Still o'er thy temples and thy shrines,
Loved Greece! her spirit throws
Visions where'er the ivy twines,

Of beauty in repose:

Though all thy Oracles be dumb,
Not voiceless shall those piles become,
Whilst there one wild-flower blows

To claim a fond-regretful sigh

For triumphs passed, and times gone by.
Still, Egypt, tower thy sepulchres
Which hearse the thousand bones
Of those who grasped, in vanished years,
Thy diadems and thrones!

Still frowns, by shattering years unrent,
The Mosque, Mohammed's monument !
And still Pelides owns,

By monarchs crowned, by shepherds trod,
His Cenotaph-a grassy sod!

They were the Mighty of the world,

The demigods of earth;

Their breath the flag of blood unfurled,
And gave the battle birth;
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They lived to trample on mankind,
And in their ravage leave behind

The impress of their worth :
And wizard rhyme, and boary song,
Hallowed their deeds and hymned their wrong.
• But Thou, mild Benefactor--thou,

To whom on earth were given
The sympathy for others' woe,

The charities of heaven ;-
Pity for grief, a fever-balm
Life's ills and agonies to calm;-

To tell that thou hast striven,
Thou hast thy records which surpass
Or storying stone, or sculptured brass !
They live not in the sepulchre

In which thy dust is hid,
Though there were kindlier hands to rear

Thy simple Pyramid,
Than Egypt & mightiest could command-
A duteous tribe, a peasant band

Who mourned the rites they did
Mourned that the cold turf should confine
A spirit kind and pure as thine.
They are existent in the clime

Thy pilgrim-steps have trod,
Where Justice tracks the feet of Crime,

And seals his doom with blood ;
The tower where criminals complain,
And fettered captives mourn in vain,

The pestilent Abode
Are thy memorials in the skies,
The portals of thy Paradise.
• Thine was an empire o’er distress,

The triumphs of the mind !
To burst the bonds of wretchedness,

The friend of human kind !
Thy name, through every future age,
By bard, philanthropist, and sage,

In glory shall be shrined ;
Whilst other Nields and CLARKSONS show
That still thy mantle rests below.'
• The nodding hearse, the sable plume,

Those attributes of pride,
The artificial grief or gloom

Are pageants which but hide
Hearts, from the weight of anguish free:
But there were many wept for thee

Who wept for none beside;
And felt, thus left alone below,
The full desertedness of woe.

• And many mourned that thou should'st lie
Where Dnieper rolls and raves,
Glad from barbaric realms to fly

And blend with Pontic waves;
A desart bleak-a barren shore,
Where Mercy never trod before-

A land whose sons were slaves;
Crouching, and fettered to the soil
By feudal chains and thankless toil.
• But oft methinks in future years
To raise exalted thought,
And soften sternest eyes to tears,
Shall be thy glorious lot;
And oft the rugged Muscovite-
As spring prepares the pious rite,
Shall tread the holy spot,

And see her offered roses showered
Upon the grave of gentle HowARD!
• Those roses on their languid stalk
Will fade ere fades the day,
Winter may wither in his walk
The myrtle and the bay,

Which, mingled with the laurel's stem,
Her hands may plant, but not with them
Shall memory pass away,

Or pity cease the heart to swell

TO THEE there can be No FAREWELL.'

These stanzas are the pledge of better things.

pp.

150-158.

Art. IX. The History of the ancient Town and Borough of Uxbridge, containing Copies of interesting public Documents, and a particu lar Account of all charitable Donations, left for the Benefit of the Poor; with Plates, and an Appendix By George Redford, A.M. and Thomas Hurry Riches. 8vo. London, 1818.

WE have been a good deal interested by this piece of local

history. It is the result of much reading, and of diligent collection; and it is, moreover, written without the slightest tinge of that most intolerable of annoyances, antiquarian affectation. The Authors of this work have evidently possessed the command of a considerable mass of valuable, and not commonly accessible materials, of which they have made ample use, without neglecting the more obvious sources of instruction; and they have communicated their various information, in a clear, compressed, and sensible manner. After a preliminary inquiry into different matters of antiquity connected with the town of Uxbridge, they enter upon its history, to which they have contrived to give no little interest, especially in that portion of it which relates to the unsuccessful negotiation between Charles and the Parliament in 1645. The house in which the Commissioners

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met, is still standing, and three clear and well-selected views are 'devoted to the illustration of its interior and exterior. The description of the present state of Uxbridge is full and distinct, and the chapter on ecclesiastical affairs,' contains some curious matter. Great and commendable pains have been taken with the chapter on charitable institutions and donations. Addressing their fellow-townsmen' on this subject in the preface, the Authors state,

That they have been sedulous to put them in possession of all those public documents that appeared of importance to the interests of the town of Uxbridge; and more especially to circulate complete information upon all the public charities and donations. Though, upon this subject, they have been at no inconsiderable pains, they have not, in all instances, succeeded to the extent of their wishes. They have reason to believe that several charities, anciently in the gift of this town, have been entirely lost, through negligence and inattention in preserving documents, and transmitting information. Those copies of original deeds and grants which are furnished in the course of the work, as of public interest, may, however, be fully relied on. Great inaccuracies have been detected even in parliamentary returns; and, in correcting these, the authors have observed the most scrupulous care, and have always referred to the original deeds or wills.' Preface, p. x.

This is a most important subject, and one to which the attention of every man who has the opportunities of inquiry, ought to be directed. We believe that there are in this country few towns of any consideration, without some institution or bequest of this kind; and we suspect that the cases are very rare in which abuses have not taken place. The parliamentary commission now in progress, will, no doubt, effect much in the way of remedy; but much will still remain to be done, and if every qualified individual will contribute, in imitation of Messrs. Redford and Riches, his share of investigation to the general inquiry, we shall entertain a good hope of its satisfactory termination.

A work of this description does not admit of analysis, and any really illustrative extracts must be on a scale too large for our arrangements: we shall content ourselves, therefore, with a general recommendation of this compact and well-arranged volume. The embellishments are judiciously chosen, fairly executed, and sufficient in number: the font in the chapel of St. Margaret is a rich specimen of wood-engraving, and the plate containing Basset's grant, is a skilful fac-simile of an ancient deed, with its old-fashioned court-hand, its creased parchment, and its appended seal. The book is well printed, and altogether does credit to the Uxbridge press.

Art. X. Traité Théorique et Pratique. A Theoretical and Practical Treatise on the Knowledge necessary to every Amateur of Pictures, and to all who are desirous of learning to judge, appreciate, and preserve the Productions of the Art of Painting. To which are added, Observations on public and private Collections, and a descriptive Catalogue of the Pictures now in Possession of the Author, François-Xavier de Burtin. 2 vols. 8vo. Bruxelles, 1808.

TH

HESE volumes, recently put into our hands, are somewhat out of date, but we have taken them as the subject of an article, partly on account of some whimsical peculiarities which mark their composition, but chiefly with reference to some general circumstances connected with the purchase and management of pictures. The Author, M. Burtin-with a string of unimportant official additions tacked to his name in the titlepage-is, or was, the proprietor of a gallery of paintings, which, if we may trust his own panegyrics, was altogether unrivalled in its selection. He seems, indeed, to have considered each individual picture as a test or standard, by which the merits of all others of the same school and class might be determined; for we find him with the most amusing self-complacency, frequently referring to works of the highest rank and reputation, and completing his eulogy on each by the crowning compliment, that it is second only to some admirable chef-d'œuvre qui fait partie de ma collection. He makes, moreover, very high pretensions to admiration as an original discoverer, and a judge of scarcely fallible skill and acumen in matters of art, and he presents a very formidable aspect of defiance to all who may presume to question his decisions. Our estimate of his qualifications unhappily differs considerable from his own; but after deducting from the bulk of these volumes the large alloy of egotism, presumption, common-place declamation, and imperfect science, something will still remain to remain to repay the reader. In fact, the very defects of the work help to make it amusing; and though after we have been laboriously working up some steep climax, we have been frequently provoked on finding nothing at the summit to indemnify us for our pains, yet we have been kept in tolerably good-humour by the simple vanity of M. Burtin, who never fails to congratulate himself upon the skill with which his researches have been conducted, and the success with which they have been invariably crowned. The absurdity of his arrogance and dogmatism, is in no degree lessened by the admission, that he had never taken into his hand a brush nor a 'crayon,' which confession he really seems to think an enhancement, rather than an abatement of his pretensions to superiority. It would be an indulgence to our own partialities, to enter at length into the discussion of the question, whether the practice of the art of painting be indispensable, or not, to the entire qua

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