dour, therefore, and humanity itself, forbid the subjecting of a work composed under such circumstances to the rigour of critical examination. It is enough to say, what even the severest judgment will allow, that the practical advices contained in this book are, T in general, the dictates of prudence, and the result of a wise and enlightened experience; while the morality it couveys is founded on the solid basis of the relative duties of man, both to his God and to his fellow-creatures." (To be concluded in our next.) MONT GUET, IN THE ISLAND OF GUERNSEY. used for storing gunpowder, cartridges, HE large rock in the left corner of Roque du Guet. with Next to that is a Telegraph, a-yellow pendant flying a signal for the packet from England being in sight. The house nearly adjoining, called Maison du Guet, is the residence of the man who works the telegraph. On the right of this is an immense pile of rocks, called Mont du Guet. The small house near the centre, on the road leading up to the telegraph, is A We must add to this brief description of the objects seen in the annexed View, that there are six other telegraphs, similar to the above, placed on the heights round the island; viz. Vale Castle, Castle Comet, Fort George, Jerbourg, Mont Herrott, and Fort Saumarez; from which they make signals for every vessel that comes in sight.. Near each telegraph is a fire beacon, to give an alarm in the night. From Maison du Gust, the eye commands a most beautiful view of the whole island of Guernsey, of Alderney, and of the French coast. THEATRICAL JOURNAL. AUGUST 21. T the HAYMARKET, was produced, for the benefit of Mr. Matthews, a new comic sketch, in one act. called " MUSIC MAD." This was a slight, but not unentertaining piece, evidently taken from the Italian opera, 11 Fanatico par Musica. It was the production of Mr. Hook, jun, the music by his father. Matthews and Liston were the main props of the piece, which was well received, and has been several times repeated. SEPT. 14. COVENT GARDEN opened for the season, with a crowded audience, to Romeo and Juliet, and The Poor Soldier. 15. THE HAYMARKET THEATRE closed, with Hamlet, and Tom Thumb. To the exertions of Mr. YOUNG, whom we pronounce one of the best actors on the English stage, the concern has been much indebted for a very successful sea son; and, without making any comparisons, which might seem invidious, we hope, ere long, to see him on the boards of a winter theatre. Mr. Fawcett returned thanks, in the name of the proprietors and the performers, in the usual terms. Europ. Mag. Vol. LII. Sept. 1807, 16. At Covent Garden, Miss DE CAMP, sister of Mrs. C. Kemble. made her first appearance on the London boards, in the character of Peggy, in Mr. Kenny's humorous farce called Raising the Wind. This young lady bears a resemblance to her sister, but is rather taller: she sustained the part in such a manner as to give promise of being a useful acquisition. 17. DRURY-LANE opened with The Country Girl, and The Feathercock. The principal circumstance worthy of remark on this occasion, was the restoration of Mrs. JORDAN to the stage, after a secession of two years. She performed Peggy with admirable spirit, and was welcomed with enthusiastic applause. 21. Miss NORTON (whom we mentioned in our XLIld volume, p. 47) made her entrée at Covent Garden, as Imogen, in Cymbeline. She manifested very considerable ability, which, with careful culture, promises future excellence. Miss Norton was a niece of the late Mrs. Martyr. 22. At Drury-lane, a young lady, whose name, we understand, is Lu PONTE, made her detat, as Patrick, in EE The Poor Soldier. Her vocal abilities far exceed her theatrical at present. Her voice is mellow and deep-toned, resembling, more than any other that we remember, that of the late Mrs. Kennedy, the original performer of the character. She met with great encouragement: and perhaps, when her embarrassment has worn off, may appear to more advantage as an actress than she did on this her first appearance. PROLOGUE TO "ERRORS EXCEPTED." Written by Mr. CHARLES DIEDIN, jun. And spoken by Mr. YOUNG. PERUSE the fairest page, and still you'll trace, That error is the lot of human race; E'en with the best, at Nature's last repose, Errors excepted" the account must close. No living man without some folly made is, And tho' stern Truth won't even spare the Ladics! "Yet, to their lot should trifting errors fall, "Look in their faces, you'll except them all." Wisdom herself may err as well as Wit; Law's writ of error is not holy writ. The doctor too has faults; but, happy lot! Physic's faux pas, when buried, are forgot. In seeking Fortune's all-desir'd abode, We meet cross paths of error on the road; Placarded invitations meet the eye At every turn, with "Now's your time to buy," And the mysterious charm of B. C. Y. All to insure you, when the wheel goes round, Of, blanks excepted, ninety thousand pound. AUTHORS to critical exceptions bow, And CRITICS candidly must this allow, That, while they lesh the faults of scrib bling elves, "Twere well from error to be clear them So as a CONVOr, though no man of war, No quicksands, shoals, or flats, nor no lee & storm seems brewing, That threatens to involve us all in ruin. Sent from his cannon comes so hissing hot; (To the side bones) Ladies between decks, if Early the critic seas she's wafted o'er, your favouring gales You lend to fill the poet's trembling sails, "His summer voyage won't turn out a dream, And gains triumphantly the wish'd-for shore. His boat sails freely both with wind and stream;" I'll say too, for I think I guess aright, POETRY. REFLECTIONS IN A SUMMER-HOUSE. Give them with thankful hearts thy praise to AH! say how pleasant 'tis to sit Within this charming cool retreat, Now from beneath the friendly shade, Or climb the hill, or graze the plain. From yonder grove the feather'd throng In notes of gratitude and praise! And say shall man alone refrain, And feels not, then, this breast of mine PARENT OF GOOD! inspire my lays; To seraphs in the skies. T. R-FF-S. sing, Th' accepted off'ring to THY ALTAR bring. August 8, 1807. BRITANNICUS. NOTE. The preceding poem was written in the summer of 1803, at the time of the threatened invasion. To the Editor of the European Magazine. SIR, I have no doubt but that you are as willing to do justice to living merit, as to record the memory of departed worthies; and therefore I now send you a piece of the former class. I have simply stated facts, and I think I am correct in my statement. I was induced to consider the subject, in consequence of prejudices which I saw prevailing: of that consideration you have the result: to which I have only further to add, that I am an entire stranger to the marquis, excepting as a public character; and that had I-not been convinced that truth and justice dictated the following lines, they would never have been written and transmitted to you. I remain, sir, Your most obedient servant, own, By Ganges' stream and Barrampooter's known, BRITAIN, see Wellesley comes! Truth's voice believe, Thy faithful viceroy to thy arms receive, Whose mind, by justice rul'd, thy will fulfill'd, And rev'rence for thy honour'd name instill'd: Who from Mysore expell'd th'usurper's race, By acts of charity made earth rejoice, Mindful of those in misery and need, Redemption free most graciously decreed; Who, more diffusive blessing to impart, Reviv'd with liberty the pris'ner's heart; Under whose auspices thy arms with stood The States Mahratta join'd, and them subdu'd; Whose vig'rous arm, extended, smote from far Th' intruding pow'r, auxiliary Berar; Soon as the Peishwah his distress made known, Who chas'd thy dang'rous rivals from the On those who thy alliance dearly priz'd; ionable, literary, or theological, as that which proudly usurps the title of poetry. I do not know by what fatality one is insensibly induced periodically to wade through page after page, of ode, elegy, sonnet, or (worst of all!) extempore, unless it be because one is not compelled to do it. But it seems to be a general opinion, that rhyme, like a fine woman, may talk any nonsense; sometimes, however, (justice induces me to add) there are European' beauties, whose wit and good sense command our admiration. To come to the point:-In your magazine for August, appeared a little piece, which I believe to be a perfect original, and which deserves, on that account, not to sink unhonoured into obscurity. A musical medley, is indeed, no novelty, and often displays no small ingenuity; but a poetical medley, is, I think, quite a new idea; for which public is indebted to your valuable correspondent, Juvenis.' His Ode to the Swallow is not, indeed, so entitled, but this may be attributed to his modesty. The first verse may be found (with a trifling variation, allowable in such cases) in Logan's Ode to the Cuckoo. the JUVENIS. Hast thou a star, thy path to guide : LOGAN. What time the daisy decks the green, The second your readers will doubtless recognise as part of a posthumous ode, by Gray, on the pleasures arising from vicissi tude, published by Mr. Mason : Till April starts, and calls around The only alteration made by Juvenis, is' that in the first line "wakes" is substitured for "calls," and that his last line runs thus, "Spreads his tenderest softest green." The fifth verse is also principally written by Logan; as is hinted by the inverted com mas which enclose the third and fourth Imes. My memory treacherously refuses to point out whence the remander is selected, though she whispers that many of the lines are old acquaintances. The "realms of quid light," she is familiar with; and well recollects other things than swallows' |