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here related, to have been produced. Taxes, are never paid with willingness, and those which are imposed for the support of religion, are particularly odious. The clergy, we presume, formed a part of that class of society, in Virginia, which is represented by Mr. Wirt, to have been an object of fear and hatred among

the people. That they were despised and sneered at we have high authority. It is not necessary, here, to enter into the details of the “parsons' case.” It is sufficient to state that the clergy asserted a claim, against which the legislature and the people of the colony made a determined resistance. According to Mr. Wirt,“ such was the excitement produced by the discussion, and so strong the current against the clergy, that the printers found it expedient to shut their presses against them in this colony." (p. 21.) They brought an action at law to try the question. The right, stricti juris was plainly on their side, and the cause of the mob was in so desperate a situation (vid. p. 23) that it was abandoned by their counsel after the first argument. The defendants could find no one to support them but Mr. Henry, who was then unknown, obscure, and utterly ignorant in his profession. In this hopeless condition, with law and gospel against them, and no law. yer for them, a dozen of these very men are taken at random from the mass, put in a jury box, and asked by Mr. Henry, their advocate, “how much damages are you willing to give these parsons?' Is it any wonder that they found a verdict with one penny damages and that the populace should carry the triumphant champion on their shoulders? But, says Mr. Wirt, “ at one burst of his rapid and overwhelming invective, they fled from the bench in precipitation and terror.” We shrewdly suspect that this is a very hyperbolical way of saying that the young lawyer forgot the advice of his uncle, not to say any“ hard things" of the clergy, but consulted the taste and temper of this impartial and enlightened tribunal, by idle jokes and indecent sarcasms which compelled the reverend plaintiffs to withdraw in disgust. In this conjecture we are confirmed by one of the biographer's own witnesses; we mean the father of Mr. Henry, who speaks of the speech in terms of very measured approbation; “ Patrick spoke in this cause, near an hour! and in a manner that surprised me! and showed himself well-informed on a subject, of which I did not

think he had any knowledge.” (p. 27.) The book is dedicated " to the young men of Virginia," to whom, and indeed to every class of the community, Mr. Wirt has rendered a very acceptable service by rescuing from oblivion so brilliant an instance of genius and so valuable an example of perseverance, integrity, and sound patriotism. We have done some violence to the personal feelings which we cherish in regard to the author, by dwelling rather upon the faults than the excellences of his production; because his reputation is calculated to make them pass as sterling coin at the literary exchequer; and we dislike that hypermeter which is employed on late occasions, but most especially in this book, whenever an American is to be exhibited. Patrick Henry stands in no need of rhetorical embellishment. While we revere the memory of him who led our battles and swayed our councils, Mr. Wirt has enabled us to assign a high rank to the man who set the first squadron in the field.

From the Monthly Magazine. Mr. John Mason Good, F. R. S. who has lately published un. der the sanction of the royal college of physicians in London, an elaborate system of Nosology, with a corrected and simplified nomenclature, intends to exemplify and illustrate his system by delivering a course of lectures on nosology, nomenclature and the practice of physic, and treatment of diseases. The course will be designed for students and young practitioners, and will be delivered in a central part of the metropolis, of which due notice will be given.

The Atheneum founded by professor Thierch at Munich for the instruction of young modern Greeks, is in a flourishing state, several young

men from Greece, Asia, Moldavia and Wallachia, &c., pursue their studies there. The plan of this establishment is calculated to have a great influence on the cultivation of the mind of Greek youth.

The archduke Charles has published the principles of the art of war, elucidated by the campaign of 1796, three vols. 8vo.

Dr. Roche has commenced a biographical account of the late Mr. Ponsonby, which he will speedily publish. The work will be entitled “ Momoirs of the public and private life of the

Right Hon. George Ponsonby, with selections from his correspondence, and a complete collection of his judicial and parliamentary speeches in two vols."--From the talents displayed by Dr. Roche in his work on the letters of Junius, we have no doubt but he will execute this work with credit to bimself, as well as to the memory of Mr. Ponsonby. His subject, in fact, is nothing less than the political history of Ireland, for the last forty years; and we have great confidence that his industry and integrity will enable him to represent in its true light, a subject hitherto perverted and distorted, in the effusions of party zeal and of political animosity and disputation.

We have the satisfaction to invite public attention to the pretentions of Mr. Dufief, a gentlemen who has recently arrived in London from Philadelphia, for the purpose of introducing into Europe a plan of teaching languages, by means of which one mas: ter without assistance may teach any foreign language to one or two thousand pupils at the same time. This plan he has exemplified, in regard to the French and English; and to the Spanish and English languages, in two works called “ Nature Displayed in the mode of teaching Languages to Man; one adapted to the French and the other to the Spanish Languages." His improvements are two-fold, the first which consists in teaching words and their combination in sentences, and the other in public repetition of these sentences, by all the pupils, after the enunciation of the master. These improvements are of great consequence to patriotic and enlightened governments, as means of enabling them to give 'uniformity to the languages of the same empire. Thus the emperor of Russia might by multiplying masters, leach, after Mr. Dufief's system all the tribes in his vast territories to speak the Russian language within three or four months; or the British government might, by suitable arrangements, render the English language familiar in the same short space of time to the millions who people the banks of the Ganges, to the Cadians, the Hottentots, the negroes at Sierra Leone, the Maltese, the Charibbis, the Canadians, the Irish, the Scotch and the \Velsh. He is about to publish his plan of tuition for the gratification of public curiosity, and for the information of those who may undertake the office of tutors.

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Sonno capan donava: era d'intorno 525

POETRY LINES, BY MISS HUNTLY, OF

Her's was the hand, did belt his braud,

When Connor for his country rose.
CONNECTICUT.

Witb valour vain, the patriot train, Addressed to a very interesting and intelligent Braving the Saxon's thunder stood; little Girl, deprived of the facut es of speech, and And desperate fray deformed the day, . hearing :.-In consequence of reading this ques And night's dark veil was stained with blood. tion proposed to one of ibbe Sicurd's pupils, " Les Sourds et Muctles trouvent ils malheu Fierce was the strife for death or life

Their hands were stiong their hearts were Ob, could the kind inquirer gaze

braveUpon thy brow with feeling fraught,

Till every gleam of freedom's dream, Its smile, like inspiration's rays,

Was buried in their leader's grave. Would give the answer of his bought.

The distant scene, bright and serene, And could he see thy sportive grace,

Was slumb’ring in the moonlight ray; Soft blending with submission due,

All near the mould, where pale and cold, And note thy bosomu's tenderness,

Iu blood and darkness Connor lay. To every just emociou true:

A sterner throe of fruntie wo, And when the new idea glows

Thrilled in the mounner's tortured breastOn the pure altar oi'thy inind,

** Erin," she cried, " for thee he diedObserve the exulting fear that thows

On thee, on thee, his blood shall rest. In silent ecstasy retiud;

Though bathed in gort-he breathes no more Thy active life,-thy look of bliss,

In light and rest I see thee smile The sparkling of thy magic eye,

With hatred feree, a daughter's curse, He would his sceptic doubts disiniss,

Pursue and crush thee, thankkss isle! And lay his useless pity by;

Hark! (rom above, I hear my loveAnd bless the ear that hie'er has known

I feel his glance of angry flame; The voice of censurt, priur, or art,

He hears me dare, in impious prayer, Or trembled at that steruer tone

To breathe his country's sacred name. That, while it cortures, chills the heart;

Yer dear that land, and patriot band, And bless the lip that ne'er can tell

Dear the grees bills be loved so wellof human woes the vast amount,

Unstain'd and bright, as heavenly light, Nor pour those idle words that swell,

The sacred cause for which he fell. 'The terror of our last account.

As well this breast, that loved him best, For sure, the stream of silent course

Might breathe a curse o'er Connor's gravtMay flow as deep, as pure, as blest,

As raise the pray'r of wild despair, As that which rolls in torreuts hoarse,

Against the land he died to save. Or murmurs o'er the ruowlin's breast.

Death joins the ties, that death destroy's, As sweet a scene, as fair a shore,

And Connor's fate shall yet be mine."As rich a soil, its tide muay lave,

The orient ray, of early day, Then joyful and accepted pour

'Rose on the grave of Geraldine.

MARY. Its tributes to the mighty wave.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
POPE JOAN.

THE HERMIT; BY DR. BEATTIE. Papa pater patrum peperit papissa papellum.

Translated into Italian,
By C. P. D. de Mariano.

Vinto arean l'ombre il giorno,
The following beautiful ballad is catracted from E in sua

' placido the Dublin Examiner.

Alto silenzio: sol s'udia 'l torrente
GERALDINE-A BALLAD.

Scender precipitevole,

E come suol gemente
The moon was bright, and calm the night,

In dolce metro l'usignuol garrir.
And sweetly smiled the lovely scene;
But deep the sigh, and wild the eje,

Sua notturna querela
And sad the heart of Geraldine.

It buon Romito la ve 'I monte inchinasi

Intuono allor: se il cantar suo disvela She sought the hill, where low and still,

L'alta doglia, che a l'anima egli sente, In deathly sleep the vanquished lay;

Pur contro il Ciel non mormora: She rent her hair in wild despair,

Di saggio egli ha la mente, She could not weep, she dared not pray.

Ma d' uomo il cor gli palpira nel sen.Her's was the tongue had widely sung,

Perche' mesta ten' vai of Erin's wrongs, and brin's woes,

Tu sempre o Filomela infra le tenebre!

Acche sempre amorosi-mesti lai Are the deaf and dumb un hopar

Modula il tuo cantar, se primavera

Guida a' tuoi baci tenero,
Colui, che'l tuo cor spera,
Ne vivra pur memoria di tuo duol?

Ma di pieta' se e' figlio
Il metro tuo, non cessar, no', di gemere,
Scegli 'l lagno piu dolce, che su 1 ciglio
Pianto a l'uom chiami c dillo: e calma lui
Di chi i piacer s involano
Si come fanno i tui
Kapidamente, ma non tornan piu.

La Luna or dal remoto Confin de l' aere sparge lume pallido: Pur giunta a mezzo'l Cielo alta in suo moto La vid' io non ha guari, e tal movea Pa lei fulgore vivido Ch'altra non si vedea Stella nel vasto azzurro scintillar.

Bella t'aggira, o Luna Elieta segui 'l tuo cammin che al fulvido Tuo primo onor ti condurra':..... Ina atcuna Via non ha l'uom di ravvivar la spenta O impallidita Gloria, Pur folle, ei si contenta D'un ombra vana e le consacra il cor.

Notte e profonda; e muta
Dui' campi al guardo la bellezza: al gemito
Me non richiama, no', vostra puruta,
O terre, o boschi, che'l mattino avanza
E con esso a voi reduci
I color, la fragranza,
E de l' Aurora il pianto al vostri fior.

Ne' m'ange trista cura
Pe danni che lor guida il verno gelido:
Che'salva i germi provvida Natura....
Ma quando fia che sol di primavera
Splenda su la funerca
Urua, e franga la nera
De la tomba fatale oscurita'?

A Cupid lurks in ambush there,

His spell-the voice of her I love. To live for love, and sigh for fame,

The poet's works-behest of Jove; My passions feed a double flame

1 sigh for fame, and her I love. Could I, while you my soul inspire,

Thy beauty paint, thy pity move; Then farewell fame! then farewell lyre!

My fame's the praise of her I love. Full many a maid, with magic skill,

The bard arrays, his art to prove; His song may scatter charms at will,

But mine is grac'd by her I love. Thy charms shall lend it wings to fly o'er hill

and valley, plain and grove:A passport to a lover's sigh

Shall be the name of her I love. Oh! maid belov'd! oh! lyre adorn'd!

Who now shall dare thy song reprove! By thee admir'd--their frowns are scorn'd,

I only write to her I love.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

TO TIME.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

TRANSLATION of Nemorin's farewell to Estelle, traced on the

stone around which she usually assembled
ber ftock.
Gentle shepherdess, farewell!

To love and thee I bid adieu!
I leave the spot where thou dost dwell,

The field, where oft I rov'd with you.
Exild to another shore

Faith and truth my themes shall bey Thomy plaintive voice no more

E'er shall reach, sweet maid, to thee. Do not weep, my lovely friend;

Long I shall not wreiched be; For with life all evils end,

And `tis death to part from thee!

Oh thou whose awful wings unfurld

Across the waste of darkness brood, And sweep along the subject world

With desolating progress rude; Why went's thou on thy dreary ftight

So fastly down the stream of years, Dark in thy course as death and night,

And heedless of thy victims' tears? Sweep. on-sweep on! thine awful course

Shall soon be set in fearful gloom, Aud thy last echoes wild and hoare,

Be heard on nature's final tomb! Then must thou curb thy daring wing

And furl thy pinions in distay, Creation's dying shriek shall sing.

The dirge that tells thy fading day. Child of eternity! once more

Shall she receive thee to her breast, And on her undistinguish'd sbore

Thy glories and thy power shall rest! Lost in the wild and boundless sea

That ne'er shall feel or tide or flow, What hope shall then remain to thee,

Stretch'd by the latest tempest's blow. Secure from thee and all thy powers

Shall man pursue the endless years, When bliss shall crown his glorious hours,

Or darkness whelm him with her fears. Eternity of joy shall bloom

For him in heaven's ecstatic plain,
Or hell shall ope in central gloom

Her long eternity of pain!
N. Y. 1817.

F

TO HER I LOVE.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO, THE BLIND MAN'S LAMENT.

In hopes to meet a lover's name,

Here shall the eyes of beauty love: But only one the song shall claim,

The song that's mcant for her I love. " And who's the maid," shall beauty ask,

* That can o'er thee so pow'rful prove, Whose smile impels the lyric task?"

Hear my reply-'uis her I love. Her lips of pow'r mysterious are,

Who shall these lines from me approve;

O where are the visions of ecstacy bright That can bursl o'er the darkness, and banish the night!

(fold O where are the charms that the day can un. To the heart and the eye which their glories

can hold? Deep--deep in the silence of sorrow I mourFor no visions of beauty for me sball e'er burn.

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