230 Stephensicina.—No . /. [Oct. I, 
at first to Irkutsk, and then separate, 
veering about in the Glacial ocean, to 
reach two different points. Each com¬ 
pany consists of an officer of the navy 
who conducts the enterprize, a physician 
who is also the naturalist, a pilot and 
six chosen sailors. At Irkutsk, about 
20 artisans or mechanics are to join 
them. 
The first of these companies is super¬ 
intended by the Baron de Wrangell, 
navy lieutenant, with an assistant in 
Dr. Kyber, who is the naturalist and 
physician. This expedition is to ex¬ 
amine the coasts of Northern Asia, and 
to make search for the lands seen by 
Andreff. To accomplish this object, 
they are to proceed this year to the 
banks of the Kobuma, and there to con¬ 
struct vessels to put to sea with, next 
year. It is intended at the same time, 
to visit Bhering’s Straits, and to re¬ 
turn by the north. 
The second company, conducted by 
Lieutenant Anjou, has Dr. Alimann 
(from this place) : it will proceed to 
the banks of the Jana, thence to go and 
visit the islands of New Siberia. Both 
companies are provided with the neces¬ 
sary instruments. Previous to the ter¬ 
mination of next winter, they expect 
to have passed the ice to repair to their 
destination, and their return may be 
looked for in three years. Considering 
the experience and ability of the con¬ 
ductors, the friends of geography and 
nature predict advantage from these 
expeditions. The Baron de Wrangell 
has already sailed round the world un¬ 
der Commodore Krusenstern. 
STEPHENSIANA. 
No. I. 
The late Alexander Stephens, Esq. of Park House , Chelsea , devoted an active 
and veil-spent life in the collection of Anecdotes of his contemporaries , and generally 
entered in a hook the collections oft he passing day ;—these collections ue have purchased, 
and propose to present a selection from them to our readers. As Editor of the Annual 
Obituary , and many other biographical works , he may probably have incorporated, 
many of these scraps ; but the greater part are unpublished , and all stand alone as cabi¬ 
net pictures of men and manners , worthy of a place in a literary miscellany. 
FREDERICK, PRINCE OF WALES. 
REDERICK, Prince of Wales, fa¬ 
ther of his late Majesty, was a man 
of very elegant manners, but Walpole 
exhibits him in a point of view peculi¬ 
arly unfavourable. He was particularly 
addicted to reading French memoirs, 
and had written those of his own time, 
under the name of 44 Prince Titi. 1 ' 
The MS. was found among the papers 
of Ralph the Historian, and presented 
by the late Dr. Rose, his executor, to 
the first Earl of Bute, who, without be¬ 
stowing any remuneration or acknow¬ 
ledgement, conveyed them to his son, 
George the Third. Prince Frederick 
also composed several French songs, in 
imitation of the Regent Duke of Or¬ 
leans, a model no way worthy of imi¬ 
tation. Here follows the first stanza 
of a Bacchanalian relic : 
44 Chanson, par Frederic Prince de Galles. 
44 Yenez, mes cheres desses 
Venez calmer mon chagrin ; 
Aidez, mes belles princesses, 
A le noyer dans le vin. 
44 Poussons cette donee ivresse 
Jusq’au milieu de la nuit 5 
Et n’ecoutons que la tendresse 
D’un charmant vis-a-vis. 
44 Quand le chagrin me devore 
Yite a table je me mets,” &c. 
An article has been devoted to liis 
Royal Highness, in Park’s edition of 
44 Lord Orford’s Royal and Noble Au¬ 
thors and Warton has represented 
him in a way still more likely to confer 
immortality—as the friend and patron 
of men of genius : 
44 For to the few, with sparks ethereal 
stor’d, 
He never barr’d his castle’s genial g’ate, 
But bade sweet Thomson share the friend¬ 
ly board : 
Soothing with verse divine the toils of states 
Hence fired, the Bard forsook the flowery 
plain, 
And deck’d the royal mask, and guil’d the 
tragic strain.” 
lines written on a dying ash. By the 
late COUNTES9 OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. 
Dear friendly Ash ! who long hast stood 
Companion of unsocial care ! 
Best loved, of all the tufted wood, 
No more your verdant charms you wear. 
Ah ! must thou perish, beauteous tree ! 
Emblem of life’s uncertainty ! 
Oft on thy bark, with sylvan pen, 
The lover grav’d his am’rous thought : 
Oft from the gay resort of men 
Thy spreading boughs affliction sought , 
And 
