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ODE recited in the Theatre, OXFORD, June 15, 1814.
That sweeping o'er the chorded shell Dark mother of a glorious morrow :
The sun, that to the waves
Fled from a world of slaves,
Uprose in holy jubilee ;
Beam'd brightly as a comet star;
And when that day was done,
His toils were scarce begun :
The wounded warrior's painful bed
With holy love he visited :
And his mild spirit groan'd to see
That universal agony.
What boots to tell, how o'er his grave
Her sorrow but an infant's dreain
Of transient love begotten;
A passing gale, that as it blows
Jast shakes the ripé drop from the rose
That dies, and is forgotten.
Oh woman, nurse of hopes, and fears,
Thy soul in blameless mirth possess.
Most lovely still those tears suppressing!
Strike, harp, a loud triumphant strain ;
Fill high the cup of praise
Still waved on high the beacon light;
The Brunswick, resolute to save,
Who stemm'd that all-devouring wave :
Aud upward gazing op briglit honour's
Finish'd the holy war his glorious Sire
JOHN TAYLOR COLERIDGE,
Fellow of Exeter College.
us with particular details of the festivities, own Lucubrations, that neither the vanity
ticated) are purposely curtailed. The
be obliged by any inforObituary is of infinitely more consequence; mation concerning the property, personal in which our original arrangement is still and real, left by Lieut.-gen. Frampton, preserved, except where we cannot ascerkwho died at Butley Abbey, Suffolk, Sept. tain the exact days on which the parties (23, 1749; and also of his family.
died: in such cases, classing them in P. 315. In the elegant Inscription on Counties, we conceive, assists the Reader. Sir John Moore, l, 15, Et before GALLIS There are more appropriate channels for should be erased.
"a regular History of the Drama."
FIRST PART OF THE EIGHTY-FOURTH VOLUME.
E candidly acknowledge ourselves to be so dazzled with the glorious splendour, which at the present moment envelopes the atmophere of Britain, that it is not without difficulty we obtain the selfcommand, temperately to express our emotions of rapture and of gratitude-yet, through this blaze of light and glory, we discern the finger of unerring Wisdom and Goodness, pointing to the destruction of the most cruel and unrelenting Tyranny which ever disorganized and destroyed the human species.-We contemplate also the mantle of Peace, spreading its graceful and lovely folds once more over the Nations of Europe; we hear a voice, which Buonaparte cannot hear, pronouncing aloud, to a delighted world—“Good-will towards man.”—Here let us pause for a short interval, to indulge an honest and not indecorous ébullition of self-complacency.—That we have in some degree anticipated this most auspicious catastrophe; that we have, in no very ambiguous terms, in part ventured to foretel the restoration of Man's
sest Rights, and a Tyrant's downfall; to say the least, that we have uniformly, consistently, and pertinaciously, held forth to our Countrymen,
the language of consolation and encouragement; that we have never brunk from our duty, or for a moment bowed our necks to the podern Baal ; we confidently appeal to the last Twenty Years of our Lterary Labours :-Our Periodical Addresses to our Readers, in that long and momentous period, will be found full, we trust, of British tour, marked with a proud disdain of the Tyrant and his Myrmidons, vd replete with pious confidence in that unchangeable goodness, which, a its own good time, brings good out of evil.-But enough of the Fast and the prospect before us is so animating, the landscape so enchanting, the gale so loaded with fragrance, and the meads so crowded sith beautiful variety, that there is little inducement for retrospect,
at every thing to hope from the future. We cannot, however, press forward to our more immediate proTee of descanting a little on subjects of Science and the Arts, without pa ing to contemplate, with a due mixture of admirston my phones Ditude, two great and proud circumstances, which beculiarly de gate—and render for ever memorable the present, enosh At the
S bent of our writing this Address, the happy shpresLot Britain have Sived with the acclamations of unaffected welcome the Mustrigus geeigns of Russia and Prussia, with a long and big itaal be ULNERAL LERARY
Princes, UNIVERSITY OD
Princes, Warriors, and Statesmen, from every Nation of Europe, not merely with the common rites of hospitality, but with embraces of the most cordial love, amity, and peace; their brows crowned with laurels glorious as our own, their language and demeanour combining to conciliate and to cement the most enduring friendship ; having, as it should seem, but one heart, one wish, one object, in common with ourselves gracious and kind, and affable to all
Dum hæc loquimur,
Cetarii, lanii, coqui, fartores, piscatores, aucupes. May the return of these illustrious Sovereigns to their own dominions be as auspicious and happy, as their friendly visit has been exhilarating and delightful to the Realms of England! May the trumpet of war, and the clang of arms, no more be heard among their subjects ; but may the peaceful lute alone cheer and animate their cultivation of the arts of humanity!
The other circumstance, which dilates every British heart with trans. port, is the safe and felicitous return of our great and beloved Hero.;
En hujus nati auspiciis nostra inclyta Roma,
Imperium terris, animos æquabit Olympo. He is arrived, to receive a Nation's Praise, a Nation's Gratitude and long may he enjoy them! It is not our province to descant on his transcendant talents ; nor would it become us to specify his claims to the almost innumerable laurel-wreaths which surround his person and adorn his paths. But it is peculiarly consistent in us, to give him the praise of being the harbinger of that tranquil and serene light, which promises in future security and encouragement to those pursuits, employments, and studies, to which for so long a series of years we have consecrated our time, our talents, our hopes, and our most enthusiastic ardour. It is the contemplation of this pleasing image, that enables us to throw aside, we trust for ever, the weight and the gloom which, though never rising to despondency, made us sympathize wit! the sufferings of our own and of all the Nations of Europe. The cloud: are happily, and, as far as human sagacity can determine, effectuall. dispersed. We return with renewed ardour to our Scientific and Lite rarary occupations, which indeed have always been in progress though sometimes, perhaps, a little retarded by causés which have mor or less given pain to every honest heart.---It now remains to listen to the Muse of Victory; to improve, adorn, and multiply the Arts Peace; to extend the illuminations of Science in every direction :
Hæ nobis erunt artes. We conclude, therefore, with first felicitating our Readers on the gloriou termination of the sanguinary scenes of War; and with the repetitio of our assurances, that every exertion of Genius, every improvemer of Science, every contribution of Learning, will, as heretofore, receit our countenance, our encouragement, and our warmest gratitude. June 1914.