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alarming the ecclesiasticks of the ad- and images in bas relief that decorated jacent church of St. Salvator, and of the chapel containing the Holy Sepulacquainting them, as well as the po- chre, situated in the centre of the lice, with what had happened, the church. Shortly after, the massive flames had already reached the cu- columns that supported the gallery pola. As soon

as the alarm was fell down, together with the whole of given the whole of the Roman Catho- the walls. Fortunately no lives were lick youth of the city rushed imme- lost; only a few persons were hurt, diately to their assistance, and exert- or scorched by the fire. It is remarked themselves with the greatest zeal able that the interiour of the above and intrepidity; but it was impossible mentioned chapel containing the to stop the fury of the devouring Holy Sepulchre, and wherein service element; and, between five and six is performed, has not been in the o'clock in the morning, the burning least injured, although the same was cupola, with all the melting and boil- situated immediately under the cuing lead wherewith it was covered, pola, and consequently in the middle fell in, and thereby gave this exten- of the flames. Even after the fire sive building the awful appearance of had been extinguished, it was found a burning smelting house. The ex- that the silk hangings, wherewith it cessive heat which proceeded from is decorated, and the splendid paintthis immense mass of liquid fire, ing, representing the Resurrection, caused not only the marble columns placed upon the altar at the entrance which support the gallery, to burst, of the sepulchre, had not sustained but likewise the marble floor of the the least injury. church, together with the pilasters

ITALY.

DISCOVERY OF ANTIQUITIES. AT the villa of count Moroni, the shell of an egg; an oil bottle ; near Rome, were lately discovered broken mirror; and a lamp. Upon the tombs of the ancient Roman fa. this lamp was represented Tarquimily of Manlia. They were found nius, son of the seventh and last king to contain two statues, five busts, and of Rome, carrying a dagger in his an urn; all of them in a tolerable hand, at the moment that he was good state of preservation ; and dis- going to violate Lucretia. Baron de tinguished with the name of Manlius. Hasselin, minister from his majesty Two skeletons, which have been dug the king of Bavaria to the Holy See, up at the feet of the abovementioned has purchased those valuable antiquistatues, had still rings on their fin- ties, which are at least 2000 years gers. Next to the skeleton of a wo- old. man, named Agathonia, was found

OBITUARY.

ANNA SEWARD. ANNA SEWARD, a poetess man of taste and learning, and of conof distinguished elegance, born about siderable talents for poetry and polite the year 1745, was daughter of the literature. Anna's infant mind was reverend Thomas Seward, rector of nourished by her father with the Eyam, in the Peak of Derbyshire, a vivid and sublime imagery of Milton,

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and her early education amid the occasion, nor that her partiality, and wild and Alpine scenery of the Peak, probably, also, her political sentienhanced the enthusiasm of feeling ments at that period, led her to exto which she was naturally disposed. press warm indignation against those In her seventh year, her father being who inflicted a disgraceful punishmade a canon-residentiary of Litch- ment upon her hero. We are infield, she removed with the family formed that she afterwards became to that city, which thenceforth be sensible of the injustice she had done came her residence during the whole General Washington by her personal of her life. The fruit of her father's invectives on this melancholy occainstructions appeared in some early sion. These two elegiack pieces proefforts at poetical composition, which, duced the appropriate compliment however, met with discouragement from Dr. Darwin, of telling her that from her mother; and Mr. Seward she was “ the inventress of epic was afterwards induced to withdraw elegy.” The death of lady Miller the countenance he had given to her was lamented by Miss Seward in a literary pursuits; so that several poem to her memory, published in years of her youth elapsed with only 1782, in the style of rich and florid stolen and interrupted attempts to imagery which marks her composicultivate an art of which she had so tions. Her poetical novel of “ Louisa," strongly imbibed the rudiments. As which appeared in 1784, displayed she grew to womanhood, she, of her talent of uniting narrative with course, followed more freely the bent description and sentiment, and proof her genius; she was, however, ved a popular production. As a mere long known only as the private orna- novel its merit is not of the first rate, ment of Litchfield, and the object of and they who read for incident solely, much attachment and admiration in will probably find the vehicle redunher circle of friends. An acquaint- dant in ornament. It, however, conance with lady Miller, of Bathcaston, tains much to admire. In 1787, she induced her to become a contributor addressed an Ode of Congratulation to her poetical Vase. She repeated- to the victorious Elliott, on his return ly obtained the myrtle wreath which from Gibraltar. It is in the epic was its prize, and the publication of strain, and the writer has exerted the crowned pieces first ushered Miss every effort to render it worthy of Seward's muse to the world. In the the patriotick sentiment which inspi. following year, 1780, she published red it. her “ Elegy on Captain Cook,” a In 1790, Miss Seward lost her aged performance of great merit, as well father, whose gradual decline she had from its harmony of versification, as solaced with the tenderest filial assithe beautiful and appropriate image- duity. Her muse had been long silent, ry with which it abounds, and the when in 1796 she published “ Llanforce and delicacy of its sentiments. gollen Vale, with other Poems.” Of The contrast between the different these, in general, the character is simourners on this event, queen Obe- milar to that of her preceding com. rea, and the wife of the great naviga- positions, but it may be possibly tor, is peculiarly striking. The next thought that the authoress was now year produced her “ Monody on Ma. deviating more into that exuberance jor André.” With this lamented of words and excess of ornament young officer she was intimately ac- which is the principal defect of her quainted, in the course of his long poetry. In this miscellany were some attachment to her amiable friend, sonnets; and three years afterwards Miss Honora Sneyd. It is not, there she published a collection of a hun. fore, to be wondered at, that she dred compositions of this species, all writes with peculiar pathos on this of the legitimate form, and many ot

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them beautifully descriptive and sen- property. The landed part of it, we timental. To these were subjoined hear, he has bequeathed to his ne“ Odes paraphrased from Horace." phew, the Rev. James Pyle Ashe; In the latter she professedly indulged and a large part of his personal proher talent at amplification, in which perty to distant relations and others. she sometimes appears elegant and The character of Mr. Pyle has been splendid, but in general, one to whom singular. The property which he inthe originals are familar will think herited from his father was considertheir spirit much impaired by dilu- able, and during a long life it had tion. Soon after the death of Dr. been greatly increased by his parsiDarwin, Miss Seward, who at one monious manner of living. In the time of her life had been intimately early part of Mr Pyle's life, he lost acquainted with this distinguished a large sum of money by the failure philosopher and poet, published, in of a person to whom he had confided 1804, “ Memoirs of his Life." This it. From that time he became susis a desultory performance, written picious, and seemed unwilling to in

, « in a style very deficient in correcto trust bis money with any one. Under ness and good taste, but full of en- this feeling, whenever he received his tertaining matter, and enriched with rents, he secreted the money. About some judicious criticism on Dr. Dar- a twelve month ago Mr. Pyle was atwin's poetical character, and on other tacked by a paralytick affection, and incidental topicks. From her account it being known that he was in the haof the origin of the celebrated “ Bo- bit of hiding his money, it was judged tanick Garden,” it appears, that some prudent by his friends to search the admired lines in the exordiurn of the house ; and in one or two rooms, that first part of that poem were of her were visited only by himself for many composition, though unacknowledge years, cash and notes were found to ed Indeed, the harmony of her ver. the amount of between 6 or 70001. sification, and her powers of brilliant secreted in every kind of way-some and picturesque description, enable tied up in pieces of paper-some put

her lines to blend their tints with into the seats of chairs and indeed those of Darwin, without any percep- every expedient was used at concealtible change in the tone of colouring. ment. The money thus found was im

This lady died at Litchfield on the mediately taken to a banker's, on Mr. 25th of March, and we understand Pyle's account; but he never forgave that she has made Walter Scotl, Esq. this compelled discovery of his treaand Mr. Constable, of Edinburgh, sure. Mr. Pyle, though parsimonious her literary heirs.

to the extreme, was indulgent to his tenants, to whom he granted long leases without advancing the rent. His

character was that of being penurious Died--At his house in Winchester, in trifles, while he suffered his thou. James Pyle, Esq, at a very advanced sandsto lie unheeded andunemployed.

. age. He has left very considerable

HAMPSHIRE.

POETRY.

THE OTAHEITAN MOURNER. I knew not why in slumber

His heart should tremble so; (Peggy Stewart was the daughter of an Otaheitan Chief, and married to one of Or locked in love's embraces,

How doubt and fear could grow. the Mutineers of the Bounty. On Stewart's being seized and carried away in 'Till o'er the bounding billow, the Pandora frigate, Peggy fell into a The angry chieftains came; rapid decay, and in two months died of They seized my wretched lover, a broken heart, leaving an infant daugb- They mocked my anguished claim. ter, who is still living.]

In iron bands they bound him, FROM the isle of the distant ocean

I flew his fate to share; My white love came to me;

They tore him from my clasping,

And threw me to despair.
I led the weary stranger
Beneath the spreading tree.

Are white men unrelenting,
With white and yellow blossoms

So far to cross the sea ; I strowed his pillow there ;

Their chieftain's wrongs revenging, And watched his bosom's heaving,

To tear my love from me? So gentle and so fair.

Are Otaheitan bosoms

No refuge for the brave; Before I knew his language,

Can exile nor repentance
Or he could talk in mine,

A wretched lover save ?
We vowed to love each other,
And never to resign.

No more the Heiva's dancing,
O then 'twas lovely watching

My mournful steps will suit;
The sparkling of his eyes ;

As when to the torch light glancing,
And learn the white man's greeting, And beating to the flute.
And answer all his sighs.

No more my braided tresses

With smiling flowers shall bloom; I taught my constant white love

Nor blossom rich in beauty
To play upon the wave,

Shall lend its sweet perfume.
To turn the storm to pleasure,
And the curling surge to brave.

All by the sounding ocean
How pleasant was our sporting,

I sit me down and mourn, Like dolphins on the tide ;

In hopes his chiefs may pardon him, To dive beneath the billow,

And speed my love's return. Or the rolling surf to ride.

Can he forget his Peggy,

That soothed his cares to rest? To summer groves I led him,

Can he forget his baby, Where fruit hangs in the sun;

That smiles upon her breast? We lingered by the fountains,

I wish the fearful warning
That murmur as they run.

Would bind my woes in sleep!
By the verdant islands sailing,
Where the crested sea birds go;

And I were a little bird, to chase
We heard the dash of the distant spray,

My lover o'er the deep! And saw through the deeps the sun

Or if my wounded spirit

In the death canoe would rove, beams play,

I'd bribe the wind and pitying wave, In the coral bowers below.

To speed me to my love! And when my lover, weary,

Birmingham.

P. M. J.
To our woodland couch would creep,
I sang the song that pleased him,
And crowned his lids with sleep.

BY PETER PINDAR-1808.
My kindred much would wonder,
The white man's love to see,

AGAIN the academy I greet ;
And Otaheitan maidens

Once more, my graphick friends, wc Would often envy me.

meet

Shake hands-Ah! why the greeting hand Yet when my white love's forehead,

withdraw? Would sadden with despair,

Lo! by your looks ye seem to say I knew not why the cold drops

“ Avaunt, thou vagabond-awayShould start and quiver there.

We'd sooner take the devil by the paw!

pears.

will;

Well, well! once more the bard ap- It certainly must be confest,

I come a most unwelcome guest, He sings, in spite of rolling years : 'Mid sheaves of corn a sort of wicked Time has not stolen one atom of his fire ;

weovil:The Muse, unconscious of decay,

As for R. A.'s I briefly tell 'em, Still pours the proud Pindarick lay, Fiat justitia ruat cælum, Still strikes with equal energy the lyre. Although they sooner would behold the

devil. Now, cries the critick of my rhyme, “ How darest thou dream of the su

blime, And fancy that it e'er inspired thy Odes?

SCOTTISH SONG. How darest thou take a Pindar's name, Tune_"0° a'the airts the win' can blaw.!?"

To steal into the dome of Fame, And place thy Momus by the side of A BONNY lass I dearly like gods?”

And feel a fervent flame,

Aft thinkin' on her form I rove I own that Time to my surprise,

But dinna ken her name. Has done some mischief to my eyes,

Luve's darts are in her twa blu een, And done that mischief much against my

Her form is grace itsel;

Whane'er she smiles her beauty's seen But as the Bullfinch, beyond doubt,

An' mair than I can tell.
Sings better when his eyes are out,
Why not the songster of the Aonian hill? A something that I canna name

Comes drizzlin' through my bluid,
Time too has chosen to efface
The fine Apollo form and grace

An' strives for vent through a' my frame, And somewhat bent to earth my lofty

I'm thinkin' it's nae gude. head;

But I've an inklin' what it's now And though the knave has touched my I'ts nae witchcraft ill thing, hand,

But just love's darts are shootin' thro' The

goose quill yet it can command, An that's the very thing. And o’er the snow the feathered giant What if she'd gie a chidin' frown, lead.

Or cast a jeerin' ee, Time has made free too with my fea

Wi' thoughts o' that I'm dizzy grown, tures,

I think 'twad gar me die. Those pretty, inoffensive creatures, Wi' aukwart glee I'd sing her charms, That never yet were cruel to the fair;

An' tout her beauty's fame ; Spoiled my poor lip and dimple sleek,

But I maun dumb and dowie be, Run his hard ploughshare o’er my I dinna ken her name. cheek

ALEXANDER SCOTUS. And stolen the blushing roses that were Edinburgh.

there. Time too, I own, my mouth has entered;

EPIGRAM. To steal some pearl, the rogue has ven. tured,

FROM morn till eve, throughout the day, And given a lisping to my tuneful My Chloe was serenely gay: tongue

I romped with Phillis-All the while But thank the Muses for their care,

Nothing disturbed my Chloe's smile. And Phebus-of his tricks aware

The next day came-The morning low

ered ; Safe is my brain-the fount of flowing

Our schemes were crost, our tempers song

soured: The Academicians would rejoice

Still Chloe smiled-Amazed I said, If Time had also stolen my voice

“ Can nothing vex this lovely maid ?" But while that voice exists, by Heavens

At length a tooth by luckless blow l'll sing :

Was struck from out the pearly row; But mind me, while I pour my lays, Though time has long since healed the To Justice I my altar raise,

pain, Too virtuous to profane the Muse's'

My Chloe never smiled again! spring

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