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ITY OF

ODE recited in the Theatre, OXFORD, June 15, 1814.

OH, for a son of bright-eyed glory,

That sweeping o'er the chorded shell
Should in sublimest numbers tell
The patriot hero's deathless story.

Oh, for a soul, that loved to ride
The battle's most tempestuous tide,
And thought the tumult of the fight
Most sweet to ear, and beautiful to sight.
If here thy glorious race began,
And Oxford fashion'd thee so well,
Up to the perfect man ;
Spirit of air, obey the spell.
Oh, from the realms of day
Waft hither some immortal lay.
On thee thy Holy Mother calls,
Bid every note of rapture swell

To those that grace her honour'd walls.
For these are they, who, leagued in holy tie,
Self dedicate to Liberty,

Her banner bright unfurl'd:
Hope could not lead astray,
Fear might not bar their way;
They sav'd a sinking world.
What though with giant force
Elate of heart, and big with borrow'd fame,

The dark Adventurer came;
Uncheck'd they held their onward course.
What though o'er all the red and restless

ARIES

sky

The wasting flames roll'd horribly,
The holy city fell,

To them in that portentous hour
Came thoughts of soul-sustaining power;
Firm faith, and courage high,
And agonizing memory;

Dread voices from the silent earth
Told of the mighty and unspotted dead:
The race that shall be in the after time
Rose up in shew sublime,

And claim'd a freeman's birth.
So that immortal city blaz'd on high
An altar pile to Liberty,

And from her throes

The Spirit of the North sublimer rose
To vengeance and to victory.

Yes, and it pass'd that night of sorrow,
Dark mother of a glorious morrow :
The sun, that to the waves
Fled from a world of slaves,
Uprose in holy jubilee ;

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For every soul in every land was free.
Yet mourn for Him, who o'er the tide
of war

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
She wept, that would have died to save?
Little they know the heart, who deem
Her sorrow but an infant's dream

Of transient love begotten;
A passing gale, that as it blows
Just shakes the ripe drop from the rose
That dies, and is forgotten.

Oh woman, nurse of hopes, and fears,
All lovely in thy spring of years,

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pt. I

Thy soul in blameless mirth possess-
ing

More lovely in affliction's tears

Most lovely still those tears suppressing!
Changed be the note, and once again
Strike, harp, a loud triumphant strain ;

Fill high the cup of praise

To Him, who, in that desperate night,
Still waved on high the beacon light;
The Brunswick, resolute to save,
Who stemm'd that all-devouring wave:
Who, when no earthly hope was given,
Found strength and confidence in heaven;
Aud upward gazing on bright honour's

sun,

Finish'd the holy war his glorious Sire
begun.

INDEX INDICATORIUS.

We feel greatly indebted to a variety of kind Correspondents who have furnished us with particular details of the festivities, the benevolence, and the illuminations, iu almost every Town and Village in the Kingdom. We cordially join them in their rejoicings; and can only wish that our limits would permit us to particularize their loyalty and generosity.

INQUISITOR will be obliged by any information concerning the property, personal and real, left by Lieut.-gen. Frampton, who died at Butley Abbey, Suffolk, Sept. 23, 1749; and also of his family.

P. 315. In the elegant Inscription on Sir John Moore, 1. 15, ET before GALLIS should be erased.

JOHN TAYLOR COLERIDGE,
Fellow of Exeter College.

We are obliged to L. D. for his remarks. He would find, if he favoured us with his own Lucubrations, that neither the vanity of A. or of B. or the garrulous loquacity. of C. or of D. would supersede his communications.-In some of his observations we agree with him; to others we dissent. Births and Marriages (unless well authenticated) are purposely curtailed. The Obituary is of infinitely more consequence; in which our original arrangement is still preserved, except where we cannot ascertain the exact days on which the parties died in such cases, classing them in Counties, we conceive, assists the Reader. There are more appropriate channels for a regular History of the Drama.”

PREFACE

TO THE

FIRST PART OF THE EIGHTY-FOURTH VOLUME.

WE candidly acknowledge ourselves to be so dazzled with the glo

rious 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 ebullition 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 best 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 hrunk from our duty, or for a moment bowed our necks to the odern Baal; we confidently appeal to the last Twenty Years of our Literary Labours:-Our Periodical Addresses to our Readers, in that ong and momentous period, will be found full, we trust, of British dour, marked with a proud disdain of the Tyrant and his Myrmidons, and replete with pious confidence in that unchangeable goodness, which, its own good time, brings good out of evil.-But enough of the st; and the prospect before us is so animating, the landscape so enchanting, the gale so loaded with fragrance, and the meads so crowded ith 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 proe of descanting a little on subjects of Science and the Arts, without ing to contemplate, with a due mixture of admiration and ponys itude, two great and proud circumstances, wnch peculiarly de te-and render for ever memorable the present enogh AF the S ent of our writing this Address, the happy shores of Britam have ved with the acclamations of unaffected welcome the illustrious reigns of Russia and Prussia, with a long and nobl&ERG of

GENERAL LIBRARY

UNIVERSITY OF

Princes,

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,

Concurrunt læti obviam cupedinarii omnes,

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 transport, 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 with 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 causes 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, receiv our countenance, our encouragement, and our warmest gratitude.

June 1814.

S. URBAN