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and dishonourable tirades on the 
Duke’s ancestors. The attempt thus 
to disgrace and blemish the character 
of a living individual, was a glaring 
act of wrong. The Duke, whose mo- 
ral excellencies were the result of a 
well-disciplined mind, whose princi- 
ples rested on the sure foundation of 
virtue, was the great Leviathan of 
Mr. Burke. The great anxiety shewn 
by Calyban, thus roused from his lair, 
only accelerated the taking of still 
greater liberties with him by others. 
The Duke was munificent to his 
younger brothers, and liberal to Mr. 
Fox. 
DODD THE ENGINEER. 
Mr. Dodd, in one of his letters toa 
London merchant, made an observa- 
tion which I transcribed, as worthy of 
preservation. He had (he said) pro- 
fessedly surveyed the four great ri- 
vers in the northern parts of this 
kingdom. In the River Eden he 
found the tide flowing up from Solway 
Frith only five miles; from the sea up 
the River Tyne, sixteen; from the sea 
up the River Wear, eleven; and up 
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the Tees, twenty-one: adding, that 
the great altitude of the inland 
northern parts prevents the sea from 
throwing the tide far up any of those 
rivers. 
BENEVOLENCE. 
“A more splendid specimen of hu- 
manity cannot be exhibited than when 
its: powers are exerted in releasing 
kindred man from his affliction, and 
in giving to its virtues the most bene- 
ficial direction.” Without this, the 
most specious appearances are no- 
thing: in this tenet, people in general 
are fixed; and Cicero, it seems, con- 
ceived things as we do. What can 
we think then ofrulers? How clouded 
must their understandings be! How 
very odd their way of thinking! Who, 
from ill conduct, irregularities, or 
abuse of their faculties, in almost 
every form of government, are’ the 
common disturbers and plagues of 
our species! ‘The views of the many 
thwarted to protect the separate inte- 
rests of afew! Manifesting, at times, 
all the characteristics of maleficence 8 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
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LINES ON NAPOLEON. 
[The following Lines were suggested on reading a 
notice in the Monthly Magazine for November, 
respecting a colossal bust of Napoleon, by Ca- 
nova, lately removed by Sir Richard Phillips from 
its hiding place in France to London.] 
#3: mournful fact ! Napoleon the Great 
Has met upon the barren rock his fate! 
Unprejudiced posterity will read 
The blacken’d tale, and execrate the deed. 
Legitimacy! did’st thou learn of hell 
To envy greatness thou can’st ne’er excel? 
To minor sphere.of intellect confin'’d, 
Think’st thou to make the conquest of the 
mind? 
What is it thus affrights the Bourbon king? 
Napoleon dead ! has he still power to sting? 
Canova! to thine hand the praise is due, 
He lives in marble, rais’d to life by you. 
The villain trembles at the rustling tree, 
And Lonis at Napoleon’s effigy : 
When will experience unto monarch’s 
prove, 
Their best security’s their people’s love? 
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TRIBUTARY STANZAS, 
Written after perusing the interesting Biography 
of the late Mr. William Butler. 
By Miss MARIA PRIOR. 
I woucp rather the cypress entwine 
With the myrtle, the holly, and yew; 
They are sacred to grief, and recline 
O’er ae graves that are sprinkled with 
dew; 
It is better to go, and be quiet, 
To the house of the dying, or dead, 
Than to sit in the palace with monarchs 
and riot, 
Forgetting the worm must be fed. 
The chords of Hope’s feelings are swept, 
When esteem has been wrought in the 
mind, 
And time has Love’s secrecy kept, 
And the taste has been purely refin’d s 
But I know not a dearer control 
Than the chain of our earliest making ; 
And how warm is the tear from our breast 
that will roll, 
When its beauty is silently breaking! 
Sensibility’s gem will arise, 
And the throb of the heart will increase, 
When we hear of the good, and the wise, 
Have died on their pillows in peace; 
But emotions to nature and duty 
Are appeased when we placidly think, 
‘That their spirits exist in celestial beauty, 
And are safe from mortality’s brink. 
O, spirit departed! thy worth 
Will never be buried in dust : 
Dear Butler! it lives on the earth 
More valued than painting or bust; 
Thy books of instruction and merit 
Will nurture and ripen the mind, 
Till the sweetness of knowledge and lore 
it inherit, 
And shine in its orbit assign’d, 
How 
