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ODE recited in the Theatre, OXFORD, June 15, 1814.
OH, for a son of bright-eyed glory, Yes, and it pass'd that night of sorrow,

That sweeping o'er the chorded shell Dark mother of a glorious morrow :
Should in sublimest nuinbers tell

The sun, that to the waves
The patriot hero's deathless story.

Fled from a world of slaves,
Oh, for a soul, that loved to ride

Uprose in holy jubilee ;
The battle's most tempestuous tide, For every soul in every land was free.
And thought the tumult of the fight Yet mourn for Him, who o'er the tide
Most sweet to ear, and beautiful to siglt.

of war
If here thy glorious race began,

Beam'd brightly as a comet star;
And Oxford fashion'd thee so well,

And when that day was done,
Up to the perfect man;

His toils were scarce begun :
Spirit of air, obey the spell.

The wounded warrior's painful bed
Oh, from the realms of day

With holy love he visited :
Waft hither some immortal lay.

And his mild spirit groan'd to see
On thee thy Holy Mother calls,

That universal agony.
Bid every vote of rapture swell

What boots to tell, how o'er his grave
To those that grace her honour'd walls. She wept, that wouid have died to save ?
For these are they, who, leagued in boly tie, Little they know the heart, who deem
Self dedicate to Liberty,

Her sorrow but an infant's dreain
Her banner bright unfurl'd:

Of transient love begotten;
Hope could not lead astray,

A passing gale, that as it blows
Fear might not bar their way;

Jast shakes the ripé drop from the rose
They sav'd a sinking world.

That dies, and is forgotten.
What though with giant force

Oh woman, nurse of hopes, and fears,
Elate of heart, and big with borrow'd fame, All lovely in thy spring of years,
The dark Adventurer came;

Thy soul in blameless mirth possess.
Uncheck'd they held their onward course.

ing-
What though o'er all the red and restless More lovely in affliction's tears
sky

Most lovely still those tears suppressing!
The wasting Aames rolld horribly, Changed be the note, and once again
The holy city fell,

Strike, harp, a loud triumphant strain ;
To them in that portentous hour

Fill high the cup of praise
Came thoughts of soul-sustaining power; To Him, who, in that desperate night,
Firm faith, and courage high,

Still waved on high the beacon light;
And agonizing menory;

The Brunswick, resolute to save,
Dread voices from the silent earth

Who stemm'd that all-devouring wave :
Told of the mighty and unspotted dead: Who, when no earthly hope was given,
The race that sball be in the after time Found strength and copfidence in heaven;
Rose up in shew sublime,

Aud upward gazing op briglit honour's
And claim'd a freeman's birth.

sun,
So that immortal city blaz'd on high

Finish'd the holy war his glorious Sire
An altar pile to Liberty,

begun.
And from her throes

JOHN TAYLOR COLERIDGE,
The Spirit of the North sublimer rose

Fellow of Exeter College.
To vengeance and to victory.

INDEX INDICATORIUS.
We feel greatly indebted to a variety of We are obliged to L. D. for his remarks,
*kind Correspondents who have furnished He would find, if he favoured us with bis

us with particular details of the festivities, own Lucubrations, that neither the vanity
the benevolence, and the illuminations, iu of A. or of B. or the garrulous loquacity -
almost every Town and Village in the of C. or of D. would supersede his com-
Kiugdom. We cordially join them in munications. In some of his observations
their rejoicings, and can only wish that we agree with him ; to others we dissent.
our limits would permit us to particularize Births and Marriages (unless well authen-
their loyalty and generosity.

ticated) are purposely curtailed. The
INQUISITOR will

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."

ARIES

PREFACE

TO THE

FIRST PART OF THE EIGHTY-FOURTH VOLUME.

WE

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,
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 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.

S. URBAN.