a cafual circumftance led to a develope ment of this nefarious ftratagem.

The tyranical Shamarauze, for fome petty offence, had doomed one of his late confidential agents to a fevere chaftife ment. The poor menial wished to avenge himfelf, and refolved to feize the opportunity that chance had now thrown in his

way.

He fled by night to the Rajah, and made an ample confeffion of all he knew. This Chief was naturally a lover of juftice and humanity; and he expreffed the utmost abhorrence at the difcloture of fuch a scene of confummate villainy.

However modern philofophy might have laboured to refine away guilt, and prove Gratitude no Virtue, every honeft heart fpurns with indignation at the idea of ingratitude, from a natural antipathy to its blacknefs and deformity; and we have very frequent proofs of its being viewed with deteftation by the eye of the omnifcient and omnipotent Being, by his making it the object of his fearful refentment.

The generous Rajah fought the ba nished man in his retreat; and, having a ready penetration, eafily conceived that the Sugar Cane, thus accidentally difcovered, would one day be accounted a very valuable acquifition.

Vendrapedroo had naturally a found judgment and a fertile invention: he cultivated the Cane with aftonishing fuccefs, and had contrived a machine of great powers, on a fimple conftruction, to extract the fugar in large quantities.

His patron knew how to appreciate the merit, while he felt juftly difpofed to punish ingratitude. He lavished favours

on Vendrapedroo, and finally procured for him a grant of the island, as the re ward of his deferts. He then turned his attentions towards his adverfary, whom he caufed to be divefted of his poffeffions, and tranfported to the Fortunate Island, to become the flave of Vendraped roo, and do the drudgery of his manufactories, whofe affiduous exertions foon advanced him to wealth and honour. Sugar *, for its medical and other proper ties, became an invaluable article of commerce, and the fpot which was chofen for his deftruction was foon frequented by traders of every description. Succeeding generations refpect his memory, and diftant lands enjoy the benefit of his mif fortune.

Thus very trivial caufes often produce the most important effects, although human forefight is exceedingly circumfcrib ed, and we are ever unwilling to confider evils as "bleffings in difguife."

As we tread the labyrinth of life, we fee not the hand which conducts us, and are ignorant of the goal to which our la bours tend. When the path is fmooth and ftrewed with flowers, we rejoice: but when rugged and planted with thorns, we repine. By fubmitting refignedly to misfortunes, we feel them lofe their force, while the impatient man ftruggles with them like a lion in the toils. Unable to judge for ourselves, we too often reflect on the proceedings of Providence ; but, on a retrofpective view, our hearts cannot but acknowledge the wisdom and the juftice of this fupernatural Agent, whole eyes penetrate into futurity, and whofe hands poffefs the powers of retri bution!

To thee, O Power! who can inspire Soothing words-or words of fire,And hook thy plumes in Attic skies! Hark! from the regions of the north

The reddening ftorm of battle pours, Rolls along the trembling earth,

Faftens on th' Olynthian towers. "Where refts the fword,-where fleep "the brave

"Awake! Cecropia's ally fave.
"From the fury of the blaft
"Burfts the ftorm on Phocis' walls;
"Rife! or Greece for ever falls;

$6 Up, or Freedom breathes her laft.

The jarring ftates obfequious now

View the Patriot's hand on high, Thunder gathering in his brow,

Lightening flashing from his eye, Borne by the tide of words along, One mind, one voice, infpire the throng,"To arms! to arms! to arms! they cry, "Grafp the fhield, and draw the sword, "Lead us to Philippi's lord,

"Let us conquer him-or die !"

Ah! Eloquence, thou waft undone, Waft from thy native country driven, When tyranny eelips'd the fun,

And blotted out the ftars of heaven. When Liberty from Greece withdrew, And o'er the Adriatic flew,

To where the Tiber pours his urn; She ftruck the rude Tarpeian rock, Sparks were kindled by the stroke;

Again thy fires began to burn.

Now fhining forth thou mad'ft compliant The Confcript Fathers to thy charms, Rouz'd the world-beftriding Giant,

Sinking faft in flavery's arms.

I fee thee ftand by Freedom's fane,
Pouring the persuasive strain,

Giving vaft conceptions birth,
Hark! I hear thy thunder found,
Shake the forum round and round,
Shake the pillars of the earth.
First born of Liberty divine!

Put on Religion's bright array,
Speak! and the ftarlefs grave fhall shine,
The portal of eternal day.

Rife, kindling with the orient beam,
Let Calvary's hill infpire the theme,
Unfold the garments roll'd in blood :
O touch the foul, touch all her chords
With all th' omnipotence of words,
And point the way to heaven-to God.
M.

Forrefler's Wynd, 13 July 1799.

The Clans afar,

Lap at the sound ; baith auld anʼ young,
They rush'd to war.

The pipers loud an' louder blew,
The battle fierce an' fiercer grew,
The Romans ran, Norwegianis flew,

The Danes they fell,

An few o' them gat hame, I trew,
The news to tell.

In ither lands, by Ganges' banks,
Columbia's fields-Batavia's ftanks,
The pipe has led the Scottish ranks
Victorious on;

It weel deferves a nation's thanks,
Tho' ca'd a drone.

Aft ha'e I feen the highlan crew
Wi' plaid an' kilt o' tartan hue
Duneiden's streets paradin thro'

To cheerfu' drumin;
While "O the bony white an blue"
The bagpipes bumin.

The fqueekin fife, the trumpet's blaw,
Ne'er charm'd a highlan lad at a';
Let "owre the hills an' far awa"

On bagpipes rairin,

An then he'll lay down ony twa
As dead as herrin.

Returnin' fra the battle keen,
Lads wi' their laffes wad convene,
An' lilt it owre the gowany green,
To pipes fae clear;
Their fathers frae their cluds wad lean,
To fee an' hear!

Ob-on-o-ri! the chanter fails,
Whase music bum'd upo' the gales,
That rouz'd the hills an' chear'd the vales
In days o' yore,
The pipe in unco lands bewails,
Its ain dear fhore.

Waes

Waes me! but dowie is the tune,
"Fareweel Lochaber," left owre foon,
The Piper e'es the wanin' moon,
In waftlin' fkies,

That hung his kintra hills aboon,

A fhield in fize!

Och, Morven! a' thy mufic's dead,
The fheep are come, thy bairns are fled,
The mist row'd ghaift, baith grim an' dread,
His vifage fhaws;

The thriftle fhakes his lonely head,
On ruin'd wa's!

A' ye wha fud your kintra keep,
O! dinna, dinna fa afleep;
Let Scotia's childer nae mair weep
Their kintra's ills;

There's room for men as weel's for sheep!
On highlan' hills.

Rouze up the pipe's inspiring strain,
Till a' the Grampians ring again,
An' lear' the droopin highlan' men,
Industry's arts;
Then Gallia's fons may try in vain
To win their hearts.
M.

Forrester's Wynd, 13 July 1799.

ODE

FOR HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTH DAY.

BY H. J. PYE, ESQ.

Set to Mufic by Sir W. Parfons.
STILL fhall the brazen tongue of War

Drown every fofter found:
Still fhall Ambition's iron Car

It's crimson axles whirl around!
Shall the fweet Lyre and Flute no more
With gentle defcant soothe the shore,
Pour in melodious strain the votive Lay-
And hail in notes of Peace our Monarch's
Natal Day?

O, Seraph Peace, to thee the Eye

Looks onward with delighted gaze; For thee the Matron breathes the fighTo thee their vows the Virgins raife; For thee the Warrior cuts his courfe Thro' armies rang'd in martial force, Tho' diftant far thy holy form is seen, And Mountains rise, and Oceans roll between!

Yet ev'ry fword that War unfheaths,

And ev'ry fhout that Conqueft breathes, Serve but to make thy bleft return more fure, Thy glorious form more bright, thy empire more fecure!

When Northward from his wintry goal,
Returns the radiant God of Day,
And, climbing from th' Antarctic Pole,
Pours ev'ry hour a stronger ray,
Yet, as he mounts thro' Vernal Signs,
Oft with diminish'd beams he fhines;

bring;

Rous'd by the Royal Youth's renown Loud Auftria's Eagle claps her vig'rous wing,

Mid' fair Hefperia's ravag'd Dales! The fhouts of War the Gallic Plund'rers hear, Th' avenging arm of Justice learn to fear; And low his creft th' infulting Defpot vails, While their collected Navy's force

Speedso'er the Wave its defultory course, From Britain's guardian Fleet receding far, Their proudest wreath to 'fcape, nor meet the fhock of War!

EPITAPH ON LORD MONBODDO. BY DR. W. H. TYTLER.

F wifdom, learning, worth, demand a

IF

tear,

Weep o'er the duft of great Monboddo here:

A Judge upright to mercy ftill inclin'd,
A gen'rous friend, a father fond and kind;
His Country's pride for skill in Grecian

lore,

And all antiquity's invalu'd store. Yet, full of days, the fage refign'd his breath,

And, long prepar'd, funk easy down in death.

Now with thy Plato fhalt thou reft in peace,

And tho' thy life on earth for ever cease, Yet, like the Sun, thy works the world

fhall light,

EPODE I.

And firft his courtly tongue

An am'rous measure fung To foothe Arabia's queen in beauty's pride. The fame defcriptive ftrain

He once employ'd again,

To welcome home his fair Egyptian bride.
That strain on which the rural muse
Had lavifh'd all her richest hues t;
While the his fancy bade compare
To Gilead's goats her dancing hair!
To mildeft doves her eyes of tender blue,
To ripeft fruit her cheek's purpureal
gleam;

Her lufcious lips to threads of fcarlet hue, Her teeth to flocks emergent from the ftream;

Her ftately neck to David's lofty tow'r, Her breafts to twin-born roes, that the crop lily's flow'r.

STROPHE II.

But now he frikes the lyre again,
And wakes a mournful, moral ftrains?
And paints, in mystic diction sage,
The various wants and woes of age:
When life is but disease,

And pleasures ceafe to please; When all the days of joy are o'er, And Mufic's daughters fing no more; When each fair window fhall be clos'd in night;

When Hope fhall languish, and Defire fhall fail;

The manfion's trembling guards forget their might,

And caufelefs terrors ev'ry hour affail; Till death at last relieve the weary foul, And loofe the filver cord, and break the golden bowl.

ANTISTROPHE 11.

The theme which laft the monarch chofe,

To kill fublimer rapture rofe,

He fung celeftial Wisdom's praise || || ;
Her birth before the firft of days;
Before the facred light
Unveil'd its radiance bright;

Before

SI Kings, chap. x.

+ Canticles, chap. iv. I-5.

SS Ecclefiaftes, chap. xii. 1-6. Proverbs, chap. viii. 23-30.

Ed. Mag. July 1799.

H

And feiz'd his wand'ring eyes, and nail'd them to the ground.

ANTISTROPHE III.

His peers beheld th' approaching fhame,

And trembled for their mafter's fame; Each bent on him a mournful look, And each his beard with terror fhook. 'Twas hard that he who knew Each plant on ground that grew, From the low hyffop on the wall, To lofty Leb'non's cedar tall ‡ : 'Twas hard that Wifdom's pride fhould thus be ftain'd,

Be humbled thus, and by a female too; That him, whofe judgment had fuch triumphs gain'd,

So weak a trifle fhould at laft fubdue. Arabia's queen, with fecret pleasure smil'd, And thought, at length, indeed, this mighty fage is foil'd.

EPODE III.

But now the monarch tries
Again to lift his eyes,

And on the window darts a tranfient
glance;

A band of bufy bees

He there with rapture fees;
For Wifdom well can use the gifts of
Chance.

With inftant voice he gives command,
That one of those who nearest ftand
The cafement ftrait fhould open wide,
And leave thefe infects to decide.
He spoke, and it was done the copious
fwarm,

With buzzing murmurs fill'd the fpaci ous hall;

And, led by Inftinct's fure, unerring charm,

Upon the flow'r of Nature fettled all.The admiring crowd refum'd his praife again;

And cried, that fuch a prince o'er all the world fhould reign.

THE

HOUSE OF LORDS.—April 24. HE Lord Chancellor announced to the Houfe that his Majefty had been graciously pleased to appoint Friday

next, at two o'clock, at St James's Palace, to receive the joint Address of both Houfes on the Union with Ireland. 30. Lord Grenville moved, that a Se

cret

† 1 Kings, chap. iii. 24, et seq.

I Kings, chap. iv. 33.