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When o'er the friendless bier no rites were read, 

 No dirge slow chanted, and no pall outspread ; 



these make one gladly acknowledge, that pathetic powers 

 were the gift of Darwin's muse. The sublimity of the fol- 

 lowing address to our first daring aeronaut, merits insertion : 



— Rise, great Mongolfier ! urge thy venturous flight 

 High o'er the moon's pale, ice- reflected light; 

 High o'er the pearly star, whose beamy horn 

 Hangs in the east, gay harbinger of morn ; 

 Leave the red eye of Mars on rapid wing, 

 Jove's silver guards, and Saturn's dusky ring ; 

 Leave the fair beams, which issuing from afar 

 Play with new lustres round the Georgian star ; 

 Shun with strong oars the sun's attractive throne, 

 The burning Zodiac, and the milky Zone : 



Lord Clive, conqueror of Plassij : on whose death appeared these extem- 

 pore lines, by a man of distinction, a friend to Lord Clive : — 



Life's a surface, slippery, glassy, 

 Whereon tumbled Clive of Plassy j 

 All the wealth the east could give, 

 Brib'd not death to let him live : 

 There's no distinction in the grave 

 'Twixt the nabob and the slave. 



His lordship's death, in 1774, was owing to the same cause which has- 

 tened that of the most worthy of men, Sir Samuel Romilly — from shattered 

 and worn out nerves ; — from severe study in the latter, and from the burn- 

 ing climate of the east in the former. Had Lord Clive lived a few years 

 longer, he would have enriched the whole neighbourhood round his native 

 spot. His vigorous, ardently-gifted, and penetrating mind, projected plan- 

 tations and other improvements, that could only have been conceived by 

 such minds as Olivier de Sevres, or by Sully, or by our own Evelyn. He 

 was in private life beloved. He was generous, social and friendly ; and if 

 ever charity to the poor warmed the breast of any mortal, it warmed that 

 of Lord Clive. Few men had more kind affections than Lord Clive. 



