Recited in the Theatre, OXFORD, June 15. INSPIRING Muse of History,

Who throw'st thy broad and comprehensive span

O'er all the annals of the brave and free, O'er all th' eventful tale of man, Attune the trump of Fame no more To them, the chiefs of older time, The bardy sons of Sparta's shore, The patriots of Athenian clime; But hail to those who struck th' auspicious blow, [pression low. The brother-band of Kings, who laid Op

Turn from fierce Macedonia's Lord, Who fired the royal Persian's captive fane, [Art implored

That phrenzied youth, whom suppliant To spare her honours, but implored in vain.

[arm But, Art, declare whose conquering Preserved each trophy of thy favour'd clime,

Gave back, secure from scath and harm,

The classic spoils of Time? 'Twas He, the Hero of the North: In him a nobler ALEXANDER view, Who chased the Tyrant in his anger forth, Yet o'er the prostrate foe his sheltering buckler threw.

In generous AUSTRIA See display'd The awful justice of the Roman name; By nature, by ambition's force unsway'd, And deaf to all but Virtue's sacred claim. TO FREDERIC's heir, thrice worthy of his throne, [flute; And Him of SWEDEN, breathe the Spartan For well might old Tyrtæus' measure suit [Europe's moan, Their praise, who, rouzed at injured Like Sparta's marshal kings their bosoms bared, [danger shared. And with their lion bands each toil and

No more in wild romantic strain Dwell on the record of their fabled worth, Who quell'd each giant brood, each monster train,

The champion lords of grateful earth. Thy oaken wreath to grace the veteran

crest

Whose red and desolating light Shone but to blast the face of bounteous

Pour'd rout and slaughter on her foe. Him, who to cheer the exile's hopeless eye,

Uprear'd the friendly beacon-light
On his own cliffs of Liberty,

That laugh'd to scorn the tempest's
baffled might,

Europe, remember him, who ever gave A home to suffering man, a welcome to the brave.

Though He, on dark Affliction's couch laid low,, [name, Hears not, alas! thy blessings on his Yet, Europe, what thou canst, bestow; Give to his Son the well-earn'd meed of fame:

That Son, more nobly proved his own, When erst, in Bourbon's darkest hour, He cheer'd the Exile of a rival throne With all the courtesies of wealth and power, [pride, Than when of late, in Bourbon's day of He held high festival, triumphant by his side.

He comes, by Europe's wishes blest,
By honour more than princely birth,
Link'd to either generous guest,
The mirrors of each other's worth.
For nought so binds the great and
good

As glory's prize in concert won,
As danger in a nighty cause pursued,
And mercy's kingly deeds together done.
Britain, through all thy isles rejoice,
And hail with cheering hand and voice
Those

Those hallow'd ties which bind the patriot THREE, [of Liberty. The champions of the world, the friends JOHN HUGHES, B. A. Of Oriel College.

VERSES

Recited in the Theatre, OXFORD, June 15.

aid,

MUSE, who didst chaunt thy joy in varied song, [princely throng When these glad walls received the Of great Eliza's court; withheld whose [coarsely paid; Poor were our thanks, our homage Prompt my rude tongue to shape its duteous task [may ask, In such fond speech as his approach Who rose from couch of filial woe to bear

For us, the Ensign of a Father's care: Teach me to shun each thought of meaner praise, [race!

But bail him worthy of that Father's Nor yet desert my call, for I would dare Salute, by thee inspir'd, yon high-born pair:

Oh let me bid them, ere thy lesson cease, Welcome, thrice welcome, to the Sous of Peace!

What tho' the gownsman's sable vestments seem [theme,

To speak him stranger to the soldier's Self-doom'd to view the triumph from afar,

Nor boast the glorious blazonry of war; Think him not, mighty Chiefs, too cold to love [strove,

Tales of the battle-field, where armies Too dull to reverence, too slow to greet The Hero's presence in his calm retreat. When, Phoenix-like, the vengeful spirit

broke

chance had smil'd

Ill might diminish'd train of vassals wait, We, could a faithful band such charge resign? [shrine. Kept our lone vigils by the matron's Ye, who are school'd in camps, per[beguil'd: To mark what anxious search our watch With eager eye we scaun'd th' historic page, [presage; From deeds of high renown drew bold In fancy rov'd, where Eurious foot had trac'd [waste;

The soldier's track, deep-printed in the But chief we paus'd, where whelm'd in Issus' tide

Slept the huge relics of barbarie pride, Pride unabash'd, save when the fleet winds bore [man's shore; Her vanquish'd millions from the seaOr when she 'scap'd, dismay'd, in fragile raft, [ful shaft ; The Scythian's haggard steed and deathAll else submissive to her thunders burl'd

O'er the wide East, her tributary world. Elate we view'd Fate's tardy vengeance [we read,

sped:

F'en then the omen pleas'd; but when That he who bravely fought, could no

bly spare,

Mild to the fall'n, and gentle to the fair; We grasp'd th' unerring sign with loud acclaim,

And fondly dwelt on ALEXANDER's name. Nor less, 'midst triumphs of a later age, Were gallant FREDERIC's priz'd, who dar'd to wage

bend

Unequal combat long, yet scorn'd to [land's friend! Before his myriad foes, for he was EngShort space to moody shame and malice giv'n, [Heav'n, By rebel passions urg'd, and angry Gali'd by defeat, not tam'd, untaught to

yield,

VERSES Recited in the Theatre, OXFORD, June 15. YE guardian Spirits, who, ordain'd of old, In solemn charge the doom of empires hold,

To you, through all her shores, may En[praise, rope raise, Realm after realm, the pealing hymn of Twofold the blessing for her sons prepar', Th' Oppressor fall'n, the Saviour Champions spar'd.

And 'mid the glowing peans that ascend To hail the King, the Warrior, and tire Friend,

Let Oxford Eull, to swell the solemn quire, The choicest treasure of th' historic lyre For HIM, who first his battling myriads bore From wiatry Baltic and the Caspian shore; Who chid that recreant foe, whom but to [shame;

name

Would dull our glories with a word of
Drew him within his empire's mighty breast,
Alcides-like, to crush the giant pest.
Nor He unsung, who, in the dubious hour,
For one vast struggle summon'd all his
power,

Staked his rich heritage of martial zeal, And arm'd a BLUCHER for his Country's weal.

Ye, leagued in fame, through after years shall beam [theme! The Patriot's watchword, and the Poet's

Haply the sons of some far distant age Shall muse, mistrustful, o'er the wondrous page,

Where the proud records of your deeds are held, [that quell'd. The wrongs that menac'd, and the might Though oft too harsh the din of war in

vades

Where Science walks her Academic shades, Yet to your triumphs higher claims belong, Than victory yields, to live embalm'd ia song:

Ye stay'd the battle's rude avenging hand From the fair spoil of Latium's ravaged land;

Ye, warm with kindred virtues, joy'd to

save

The hallow'd relics of the wise and brave; Your conquering swords dealt Freedom where they came, [of fame.

And Mercy strew'd with flowers your path Such deeds heroic to the world confess'd, In one great hour, foes conquer'd, spar'd, and bless'd.

And THOU, who, stedfast in the righteous cause, [applause: Ledst the bold strife, shalt share the rich Now mid thy Nation's thanks, one pray'r is borne; [adorn,

The peace thou counsel'dst, by thy cares Till, rear'd by thee, her graceful arts re

sume

[bloom.

Tell me, my Soul; I ask of thee.
What modest gift, or glitt'ring prize,
Awakes thy hope, allures thine eyes?
Ask something great, whate'er it be,
And I will grant it cheerfully.
Say, wilt thou have the far-fam'd ring,
That grac'd of yore the Lydian King,
If wishing to be hid, concealing,
If wishing to be seen, revealing?
With Midas, wilt thou be enroll'd,
Who died thro' plenitude of gold?
Whate'er he touch'd to gold was turn'd;
Too late his error he discern'd,
And wish'd the Gods his prayer had spurn'd.
Wilt thou possess the radiant gems,
That flame o'er regal diadems ?
Fair fields which Nature's hand enamels,
With oxen, sheep, and stately camels?
Alas! such vain ignoble treasure
Yields but an evanescent pleasure,
And far exceeds my humble measure;
For, when I gave myself to Heaven,
All earthly cares to earth were given.

Say,

Say, wilt thou mount a throne sublime,
Deck'd with the fading pomp of time?
Then, on the morrow, grieve to see
Some sordid wretch, of low degree,
Usurp the empire torn from thee,
And sway thy sceptre haughtily ?
The law of justice wilt thou sell,
And e'en against thy kind rebel?
Or bend the bow, or hurl the spear,
And in thy bold uncheck'd career,
The fury of the tiger dare,

And rouse the lion from his lair?
Would'st thou be hail'd by all who pass,
And view thy form engrav'd on brass?
Thou seekest but an empty vision;
The breath of zephyr soon subsiding;
The noise of arrows swiftly gliding;
The echo of thy hand's collision.
Oh, who with wisdom fraught, would pray
For things that charm them for a day,
And on the morrow flee away,
Which bad men share as well as they ;
Which, when the fleeting breath is fled,
Depart not with the parting dead?
Since these are nought, I ask of thee,
What is there thou would'st claim from me?
An Angel dost thou wish to be,
Attendant on the Deity?

To tread the courts by Seraphs trod,
A radiant herald of thy God?
And doth thy daring thought aspire,
To glow with pure angelic fire,
And warble 'mid the warbling choir ?
Awake; arise; ascend at length;
Assert thine intellectual strength.
On wings of faith I'll fondly bear thee,
And with monition sage prepare thee;
And, as the towering eagle flies,
To heights of glory thou shalt rise,
From mortals veil'd, beyond the skies.

The Conclusion of the Third Hymn of SYNESIUS; translated from the Greek by H. S. BOYD,

GRANT me, O Father, having fled

The storms that gather'd round my

head,

To gain thy radiant hall, and rest
Within the temple of thy breast.
From that pure source began to roll
The hallow'd fountain of the soul,
Obedient to thy dread controul.
A drop of heavenly dew I feil,
Left on the bare unballow'd earth:
If I have lov'd thee, serv'd thee well,
Forget not my celestial birth :
Restore me to my parent-stream,
That I no more may vainly dream,
Then wake to mourn thy clouded beam.
Grant me to dwell in glory bright,
Returning to my kindred light;
And high amid the royal choir,
Clothed with thine own immortal fire,
To wake anew my raptur'd lyre.
When to the fount of light united,
Enthron'd above yon beaming plain,
Ah! never may I fall again,

And view my wreath of glory blighted.
Yet, Father, while I here remain,
By Nature's firm and iron band
Confin'd to an ignoble land,

May'st thou conduct me with a shepherd's [prepare. And for my native realm my longing soul

care,

Epigram, from the French.

YOU say, without either reward or fee,

Your uncle cur'd me of a dangerous ill; I say, he never did prescribe for me;

The proof is plain--you see I'm living still.

HOUSE OF LORDS, June 6.

The Earl of Liverpool presented copies of the Definitive Treaty of Peace.

Lord Grenville expressed his regret that the Slave Trade should be continued by France; he had expected that all Europe would have concurred in its abolition, as a great crime, as a system of the worst piracy, which ought no longer to exist.

The Earl of Liverpool said that Ministers .were anxious for its abolition.

In the Commons, the same day, 129 petitions were presented against the proposed alteration in the Corn Laws.

Sir W. Curtis presented a petition from the Watch and Clock-makers, stating that they exported goods to the value of 500,000 annually, and that their trade

was in danger of being ruined by the importation of foreign watches and clocks, to which the names of English workmen were affixed.

Lord Castlereagh presented a copy of the Treaty of Peace with France.

Mr. Wilberforce deprecated with much eloquence and feeling the renewal of the Slave Trade by France, and the cession of large settlements on the North coast of Africa, which had now for many years enjoyed repose, and where its chiefs, awakened to their true interests, had begun to direct their exertions to more humane pursuits.

Lord Castlereagh thought his Hon. Friend had been too sangume as to what could be done on a point of so much importance. When France received back certain of her

colonies,

colonies, her great and high-minded people expected them to be restored with all their former advantages- —one of the principal of which was the right to stock them with slaves. The French Government knew that the people were warm on this subject; that they were not prepared to concur in the Abolition of the Slave Trade; to have pressed it peremptorily, therefore, as a measure absolutely necessary to be definitively adjusted, might only have fixed their prejudice deeper, and made the attainment of the object more difficult. It was therefore thought advisable to leave it open to further discussion in a Congress, where the support of the Emperors of Austria and Russia, and the King of Prussia, might be relied on.

. Lord Milton said, that the concurrence of Spain and Portugal in the Abolition of the Slave Trade would be of more importance than that of the three Allied Sovereigos, neither of whom had any colonies. If the French were averse now to abolish that inhuman traffic, he did not think they would agree to it after reaping benefit from it for five years. Besides, how actively would that trade be carried on during that period, and how numerous the individuals employed by other nations.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer moved that the petitions against any alteration in the Corn Laws. should be referred to a select Committee, which was adopted by several Members with an understanding that the report made by the Committee should not be used to press the obnoxious measure during the present Session.-The motion was carried by 173 to 67..

The Chancellor of the Exchequer next proposed that the report of the Corn Import Bill should be deferred three weeks, to give the above Committee time to make their report. Messrs. Canning, Rose, W. Smith, and others, urged the serious and general alarm which prevailed out of doors.

Mr. Huskisson said, that before the war our peace establishment was 16 millions; now it would be near 60; the price of bread could not be less than double what it was at that period.

General Gascoyne moved an amendment, that the report be deferred till six months; which was carried by 116 to 196.

The obnoxious Bill is therefore thrown out for this Session.

HOUSE OF LORDS, June 7.

The second reading of the Bill permitting the Free Exportation of Corn was supported by Lords Hardwicke, Liverpool, and Grenville, (the two latter because it extended the great principle of freedom of commerce,) and opposed by Lords Stanhope and Lauderdale: read a second time. GENT. MAG. July, 1814.

June 8.

Lord Donoughmore, iu presenting the General Petition of the Catholicks of Ireland, praying for Emancipation, expressed his opinion that the present was not the favourable time for discussing it when the public mind was heated, and his Čatholic countrymen seemed to be at war with the Representative of the Sovereign Pontiff himself. The resolution of the Catholic Prelates, seeking a conference with the Pope, offered, he thought, a reasonable prospect of accommodating those differences.

Earl Grey concurred in this opinion, and, with the Duke of Norfolk, declared, that the claims of the Catholicks were founded in justice and policy.

HOUSE OF COMMONS, June 7, 8, 9. The Hackney Poor Bill was thrown out by 62 to 50.

Mr.Vansittart, in reply to Mr.Whitbread, acknowledged that 8000 Russian guards were to be conveyed from Cherbourg and encamped near Southampton, until our shipping could convey them to Russia; 3000 had landed.

Messrs. Whitbread, Wynne, and Ponsonby, thought it unconstitutional.

Mr. Methuen said, that unless something should be done in the interval to ameliorate the situation of the Princess of Wales, he should move on Tuesday the 14th that her letter be taken into consideration.

House of Lords, June 9.

Lord Hardwicke moved the appointment of a Committee to investigate the Corn Laws as connected with the growth, commerce, consumption of grain, and all the laws relating thereto. Agreed to, with the opposition of only Lords Stanhope and Lauderdale.

The Committee of the Corn Exportation Bill was opposed by Earl Stanhope, who observed that investigation ought to precede legislation; and that the Bill taxed the labourer's beer to raise the price of his bread.

The Marquis of Lansdowne expressed himself adverse to the bounty system, and Lord Lauderdale in its favour. The Bill then went through the Committee.