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Original Anecdotes-M. de Bouillé. . .Abbé de Percy. 727 the people that now cheerfully add his to Paris, lieutenant-general Bouillé was maintenance to their own increasing declared a rebel. Notwithstanding this, burdens.
his majesty kept up a communication, M. DE BOUILLÉ,
with the outlaw; and it was the disa
covery of the secret remittance of a fum During the American war, was a go- of money to him that rendered the assemvernor in the French West-India islands, bly unanimous as to his punishment: the and acquired great and deserved popu- members differed indeed, but it was larity even among his enemies, by the merely on the question, not of guilt, but generosity of his disposition, the ele. of policy. gance of his manners, and an utter contempt of that fordid avarice which often THE ABBE DE PERCY AND reduces the representative of a king, in
Duke of NORTHUMBERLAND. a diftant colony, to the level of a public The abbé, who is the younger brother of plunderer. On retaking St. Eustatia the count de Percy, was bred to the church, from the English, he scorned to imitate and being of an ancient family, and eduits former conquerors, for private pro- cated in the friet rules of canonical obeperty was by him deemed sacred and in- dience, he was of course an enemy to a violable ! The English Weft-India mer- revolution that by one mighty effort put chants were fo much pleased with his an end to the power and authority of the conduct, that they presented him with a nobles and the pope. From his living, at gold-hilted sword, by the hands, I be. Vanne, in Normandy, he consequently lieve, of the venerable and amiable ge-' found it prudent to retire, and soon after neral Melville. That very sword, on his withdrew altogether from France. From arrival in England in 1794, was rudely Hamburgh, which, since the capture of snatched from his fide by a custom-house Coblentz, has become the centre of coun. officer, in consequence of an order for ter-revolutionary projects, he embarked difarming the French emigrants. This on board an English packet, with some hurt him exceedingly; and he never of the illustrious ci-devants of his promentions the circumstance without in. vince, destined, like his own brother, for dignation.
the ill-fated expedition against QuibeOn the revolution, M. de Bouillé re. ron. Happily for them, they were to. collected that he was a noble, but he late! else they would inevitably have forgot that he was a Frenchman. Brave shared the fate of their unhappy counand generous, but impetuous, violent, trymen. and fanguine, many of the errors of The abbé did not know a single word Louis XVI have been attributed to his of English on his landing at Yarmouth, counsels. He has been often charged and yet he had been once before in this by his enemies with the massacre at country, and absolutely bustled, in the Nantz; but he is fully convicted of be- neighbourhood of New-ftreet, Covent ing the author of the king's flight, an Garden, out of twenty guineas he had event generously forgiven by the legisla- received but a few minutes before, from tive affembly, but never forgotten by the house of fir R. Herries of St. James's
street, in consequence of his ignorance of He at first refused to take the oath our vernacular tongue. This circumfor the maintenance of the constitution, stance very justly inspired him with a in oath tendered to all the military men. terrible idea of our Police (which, by the This.of course awakened fufpicion; but bye, has always been worse regulated that very suspicion was soon after lulled since this detested word has been adopted into security, in consequence of the fol- into our language, and fipendiary magifdier-like frankness with which he after trates maintained for its preservation) wards subscribed it. On this, he was but it did not induce him to learn our immediately entrusted with the care of tongue. To immure himself after funthe frontiers on the side of Lorraine, by fet, and thus constitute himself a prisoner the king, who was greatly attached to in his own apartment, was the only ex. him. This important post enabled him çedient the curé of Vanne could bethink to plan a retreat for his majesty, into the hiinself of, in order to secure his purse province of Luxemburgh; and had it and person in the metropolis of England. not been for the intrepidity of a post. To the humanity of a gentleman who master (Drouet) the plot would have accompanied him in the packet, he, and affuredly succeeded.
the whole emigrant noblesje were indebted. Aftor Louis XVI was brought back for palling their trunks at the custom
house, bringing them in a coach to town, and has ever since interested himself in procuring paliports, suitable lodgings, his welfare. &c. After residing some time in London, The Abbe GUILLON. the abbé repaired to Bath, in order to meet his countrymen, who having missed
After nearly eighteen centuries of perthe opportunity of spilling their blood fecution, and the murder of many milunder the auspices of M. de Puitaye, fanaticism ; it at length seems to be pretty
lions of the human race, by triumphant were determined to regale themselves with a tour through the west of England, has a right to judge for himself, in re
generally acknowledged, that every marr Once arrived at Bath, the ex-curé deemed it too agreeable a residence, to leave it fpect to religion ! °When will the same quickly. He accordingly remained long
liberal sentiment prevail in regard to goenough to spend the little money he had
vernment ? Alas! we are yet intolerant brought with him, and when that was
on that head, and the axe of the execu once gone, it was evident that the pit civilized Europe, against those who dare
tioner is still brandilhed, throughout all tance which government allows to the French clergy would not enable him to
to differ with the constituted authori. make a great figure at so fashionable a
ties.” The war of superstition is at an watering place.
end, but that against opinion is in the In this dilemma, what was to be done? zenith, and we still perfecute, notwithHis countrymen, who were not ignorant ing all our boasted attainments, and that of his deplorable situation, reminded him
“ for conscience' fake." that he was descended from the English heroisin displayed during the French re
There have been many instances of Percies, and as the duke of Northumberland luckily happened to be at that
volution, by the republicans : the folmoment at Bath, he would have a fair lowing is on the side of the royalists : opportunity of foliciting allistance, not
During the infamous maffacres
of Sepfrom a stranger, but a relation. Such đember, there were two Abbé Guillons was the reasoning of the Norman noblefle; imprisoned in the same gaol---the Ab but the poor abbé, in addition to the baye, in Paris. One of them was called fcruples arising from his own delicacy, into the court-yard, while the ruffians urged another, and an almost invincible were busied in assassinating their victims, obje&tion. This was, that his brother, and a note, containing an order of the the count, the bead of tbe family, had ac municipality, tantamount to a reprieve, Eually waited on his grace, in the cha
was put into his hand. After examining racter of kinsman, but not being able to
it minutely, he paused for a few moadduce proofs that appeared fatisfactory, ments, and knowing, from circumstances, was not admitted to an audience. Not that it was not intended for himself, he withstanding this, it was at length deter. turned round to the messenger, and obmined that the attempt should be made, same name in prison, he returned with
serving that there'was another abbé of the and the priest actually succeeded, where the foldier had failed.
a firm step, and an unaltered counteThe duke, on the receipt of a letter, nance, to die. returned a polite answer, and begged a few days for investigation. In the mean These original Anecdotes will be REGULARLY time he himself wrote to lord Harcourt, CONTINUED in the Monthly Magazine ; at whole house the duc d'Harcout re
and the Conductors request the assistance of fides, and made enquiry respecting the de Percies of Normandy. The event
all persons, who, by a recent residence in juftified the assertions of the French curé, France, are qualified to communicate unand gave a fair opportunity for exerting publithed and interesting facts. the wonted liberality of the Englith peer, who instantly transmitted to his new soufin a gold box, with a bank note en. Our next Number will contain a copious closed in it, invited him to his table, and original account of tbe Directory of which was from that day open to him, France.
( 729 ) ORIGINAL POETRY.
On occasion of an interrupted Voyage from Ah! do not spurn misfortune's outcast child, Ross to CHEPSTOW, Sept. 1796.
Who knows no shelter, finds no friendly BY DR. BEDDOES.
A snow-drop, lhatter'd in the dreary wild, FAREWELL! thou dear to Fancy's eye!
Nipt by the storm, with rain besprinkled o'ere Farewell, thy scenes, Arcadian WYE! On me no father bends his partial eyes, Back to the world, with footsteps flow,
No mother in her foft'ring arms protects ; From thy fequefter'd glades I go !
My daily wants no tenderness fupplies, And turn, by Eve's protracted light,
My doubtful steps no precept now directs. To catch one last impressive light,
Can they deserve the parent's sacred name, That faithful Mem'ry firm may kold
Untrue to nature, and than brute less kind; Thy blended forms of soft and bold;
Who dare to riot in a guilty flame, And, by thy images pofseft,
Ņor own the feelings of parental mind! A sense ferener foothe my breast.
Beat not e'en savage breasts with pious love, Wye! by thy brinkmat Order's birth,
Do those forget a parent's tender care ?
The sweet sensations even reptiles share.
Yet polith'd life, unblushing, dares disown. There high she waved her plastic wand,
The first, the dearest feelings of the soul ; Swift Spreads the level, links the dell,
Fallely refip'd, and boldly shameless grown, And rude emerging masses Swell.
Spurns at all law, defies all soft controul. Fair thought on thought to being sprung,
Condemn’d to pine, forsook by fickle love, Fond o'er her toil the Sov'reign hung;
Of sacred honour stripp'd, of conscious pride; Last smote the rock, and bade Thee roll, Condemn’d Ingratitude's tharp stings to provog The SPIRIT of the perfect whole !
Of broken heart, alas ! my mother died. Tken fcd yon steep thy gushing tide, And wheel's far off his concave side :
In vain, 'tis said, I stretch'd my infant arms, O'er glooms unpierc'd pil'd crags afcend,
That ask'd to meet her fond, her warm em. Dark o'er the deeps tall forelts bend, Slow steals the wave in silence by,
In vain the dawning blush of orient charms O’erawed as though a God were nigh
Sat smiling in the roles of my face. Unscar’d by war, unstain’d by blood, Ah! touch'd by death, beneath his icy pow'r, Through ages, VAGA! roll thy food
No ans'wring (miles, no look, could the Nor e'er broad oak, that shrouds thy lide,
repay ; Fell deed of midnight spoiler hide,
So, nipt by vernal frosts, a transient flow'r Cool in thy groves, a frequent guest,
Hangs o'er the infant bud, and fades away. May Innocence, uninjur'd, ref; Untarnish’d, Beauty, round thy bed,
On the wide world cast forth, forlorn, unHer rural bland enchantments spread;
known, There on the Muse’s wandering child,
No friendship bleeds, no kindred breast, for Burst unimagin?d visions wild. There he who shuns a brother's eye,
No ties of dear relationship I own. Sad Outcast! and himself would fy;
The wand'ring child of casual Charity. Own lume sweet moments of repose-,
Can'st thou, who gave me birth, canst thoa There breathe, deluded of his woes.
O! could the refuse of that wanton train,
To feed these familh'd lips but be allow'd ! By the Rev. J. BIOLAKE, of Ply. There, proudly tow'rir:g o'er the subject land, MOUTH.
By costly art bedeck'd, and lavish taste,
iny father's sumptuous manfion stand. CHILDREN of Plenty, who the cheering
The seat of rint, and licentious waste. rays Of liberal Fortune's golden sunshine share, In golden goblets laughs the luscious wine, While love parental crowns your cloudless days on lilken beds their lux’ry finks supine,
High viands lick’ning appetite invite ; Meets every wilh, prevents each rising care
And wantonness and coit their pow'rs uniie. * Note. The middle paragraph alludes to that Each faithless friend the ready gate receives, Theory of the carth, which teaches that the pre The cup of water cold where I implore; fent land was once the bottom of the lea, and My famish'd app: tite no scrap relieves, that it was raised by subterraneous fires.
To me, and Want, alone is clos'd the door.
Could I but lay this poor dejected head Him the chaste moon, and him the sacred fun, Where e'en the fav’rite brute may shelter'd Him too the stars, as in their course they run,
Escape not: for 'tis his their paths to trace,
What laws control the planets, and he shows
The wonders of the sky: we soon shall hear
From him, if once again the day-light will aper
Fear not, my friends : for now, with brighter With true affections less supplied my mind ?
ray, What stain has God affixed upon this brow?
Peeps from its veil of clouds the
'Tis not the offended Deity, that chides, No little bird that shelters in a tree,
'Tis not the bloody sign of war, that hides No bealt that to the secret covert hies, The golden sun : that which, at highest noong But clearly proves ķind Heaven's vast charity,
Dims his fierce splendour, is the gentle moon. And bids me hope for Mercy's large supplies, Gray's-Inn, Sept. 9
W.R. YT is faid this face is cast in equal mould, Where of the heart the pure sensations play;
THE DEATH OF JOSHUA. For oft', too oft', of beauty am I told,
By those who wish that beauty to betray. CHILDREN of Israel! Death, with torpid Hear then, ye fons of Pleasure ! hear my tale,
hand, Who gaily wanton in variety;
Chills the slow current of your chieftain's blood; And think, like me, how, pierc'd by every
Draw near--attend with awe the last command gale,
Of him who knows your God—the great
the good! Your o.fspring asks the mite of Charity.
Lift to that voice, whose shout amid the wat Plymouth, Okt. 9, 1796.
So oft has fill'd the hostile host with dread,
When Anak's giant offspring hid their head, Translation of a Greek Idyllium, written in When Canaan fled afar. 1765, by the Right Hon. C. J. Fox. Tho' now by age unstrung, its feeble found
Yet fill it breathes for you. Friendschil, Quid miri faciat natura.
dren-gather round ! OLPIS.
So Joshua spake ; intent, around, DARKNESS o’erhangs the plain, obseựreș The aff-mbled nation caught the guardian sound, ,
Silent in pious grief. And dims the lustre of the noontide ray :
And many a bosom heav'd the righ, No choral song of birds the ear affails,
And swoln with tears was many an eye, But folemn silence through the grove p:evails.
For well they lov’d the Chief. Some angry God, whom mortal woes delight,
Alone untrembling, and serene, Hath quench'd the solar orb in chilling night,
The aged warrior's face was seen, Shepherds, of future wars I fear the sign,
A milder fire illum'd his fading eyes;
Mild as the dim-decaying ray,
When faintly o’er the evening skies
Beams the last radiance of departing day: Ah, leit disease invade our fleecy care, Friends, who beneath my banners oft have Or raging war, the bane of human joy, Our fertile vales and fruitful glebe destroy,
On Canaan's impious chiefs red Naughter's Before the altar let us supplia .t bend;
tide : T'avert impending ills let prayet ascund;
When, clad in terrors, the Almighty Lord By me, to appease the Gods, a lamb be given,
Call’d furth his storms, and blasted tyrant pride; By thee a guat be sacrific'd to Heaven.
Ştiil fiom the God of gods protection crave, OLPIS.
When Joshua's nerveless arm hall moulder in Phæbus again thine forth! Have we then err'd? Son of Latona, have we ought deferr'd
Nor deem the high-hcap'd votive pile, Of holy adoration? In thine ive
Eternal Justice can beguile ; Hid'it thou thy face ? All, that exist, desire
Or victim îmoke in mantling mist can hide
Each lawless lust and self-deceiving art,
From Him whose energy, dilated wide, Cease, hepherd, case, for hither Lycid bends Spreads thro’unbounded space its sovereign swav, llis welcome step: him mot the Muse be- Where, drown’d in darkness, dies yon fun's extriches :
1796.] Original Poetrý.
731 What cime amid the land where pours the Nile God is with ye, 0 Ifrael ! fear not ye, Far c'er the plain his fertilizing flood,
Tho' Slaught: ~, in his rec al car, Oppression reard his gore-cemented pile,
Leads on his barbarous bands to war; Your fathers bu x'd oppreft,
Tho'chiefs allied on every side And terror wither'd each hope-widow'd breast; Encircle-God shall give the victory. Then Itretch'd Jehovah forth th’ almighty Remember, when the orbs of Heaven stood ftill! hand,
Remember, when my voice forbade the night And Nilus roll'da tainted tide of blood; To thield the vanquilh'd tyrants in their fight! And darkly-brooding o'er the land,
In vain they hid them then ; CONTAGION, with her blasting breath, The dark some cave then fail'd to save, Breath'd o'er the king-curst realm the gales of the eye of Vengeance pierc'd the secret den, Death.
They met their doom deserv’d; denied a grave,
To all the winds of Heaven their loathly Calm on his couch reclines the tyrant king;
bodies wave." And tranquil as the sleep of Innocence ! At once in loud and frantic cry,
But though the trump of war no more affright; The midnight shrieks of agony
Fly the foft enticing measure,
From the magic lute of pleasure ;
For thro' your veins th' enerving charm shals The monarch hanys, in anguilh wild,
creep, Low o'er the blasted carcase of his child. Drowning each nobler thought in Vice's deadly
Where God restrain’d th' obedient sca, The dimpling smile---the languid eye
Thills thro' the fascinated foul. The impetuous tide
Fly the soft touch---the soul-fubduing lightBurft then its magic boundary ;
Ifrael---conquer here by flight. On rolld the stream, with gathe'd waters strong, Go, Israel; break th' oppreffor's rod, And steeds and chiefs, in death commingled, And fight and conquer in the cause of God. Aoat along
Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.
COM'ST thou to read the records of the dead, And Famine follow'd on the perilous way,
And wouldlt thou scan his life with eye
severe Thy goodness gave the food :
She who the secrets of his bosom read
Groans in deep anguish o'er her husband's bier. And when for thirst to thee they cry;
O'er their beloved parent's clay-cold bed
His children puur the agonizing tear; Froin the hard rock gush'd forth the abundant
Go, to the proud y-virtuous turn thine eyes, spring
Feel they more warm Affection's holiest tiame? Nor then was known Jehovah's power Are they more lov'd for life's best charities? Alone in Want's despondent hour :
Or grace they more the friend's---the father's The Eternal's might directs the fight;
name? Where the fierce Anakin the battle led,
TO A FROG.
poor being ! wherefore doft thou fly?
Why seek to hun my gazing eye, The frequent fort arose :
And palpitate with fear. Six days secure, on Jericho's high wall,
Indulge a passing traveller's sight, They saw the ark in myitic circle borne,
And leap not on in vain affright;
No cruel foe is here.
Thy dappl'd coat of many a hue;
Alo the sed e-crown’d streamlet's tide,
Shall tear thee from thy ruin-wove bow'r,