1807.) 
By Erin’s harp which love and fancy strung, 
She bade her verse be tun’d and numbers 
sung t— 
Thus the musician and the bard conspire, 
To rouse your powers and fan your native fire, 
As the Wild Irish Girl her spirit tries, 
To bid your ancient fame and genius rise, 
To guard with patriot zeal your sainted isle ; 
Where Love and Beauty round the Graces 
smile, 
And prove, though prejudice abroad may roam, 
*€ We seldom ftnd the werth we leave at 
home.” 
She to your candour then submits her cause, 
To judge with mercy, not dramatic laws 3 
What piece is perfect? None from faults ex- 
empt ! 
Then pray encourage this her ‘* First At- 
tempt.” 
Her next endeavour more renown may sue, 
Prove more deserving of herself and you. 
Snakes in the grass may hiss, and critics hec- 
tor ; 
Sut she’s a woman, and yow'll all protect her. 
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STANZAS, 
ON HEARING A CHARMING PEAL OF 
BELLS FROM AN ANCIENT TOWER, AT 
A DISTANCE ON A SUNDAY MORNING 
IN AUTUMN. 
HARE: hark, the sadd’ning cadence swell- 
ing |= 
Be still, ye rust’ling morning airs :== 
How various, now its mournful telling 
Of human life, of human cares! 
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And now they sound the peal of gladness, 
High wafted o’er the billowy breeze ; 
And now they sink again to madness, 
And now the soul’s soft pow’r they seize. 
They speak of’many an ancient dream, 
And all the youthful lover’s sorrow : 
They run thro’ many a moral theme, 
And tell how vain to trust the morrow. 
For ah! they cease—alike man’s frail vow 
So changeful. Still my bosom’s thrilling. 
Bold Zeph’rus, let them pass. Ah! now 
Again! again! my ear they’re filling. 
O! let me catch the tender tale. 
While yet in mercy it is giv’ns 
How sweet along the air they sail, 
Now passing sad, now idly driv’n 
Some Genius ’tis from yonder cloud, 
Impels the gentle breathing measure, 
Or sighing low, or pealing loud, 
Oh ! is it pain, er is it pleasure ? 
Mere gravely now the‘notes descend, 
They seem as if they rang for ever; 
They yield the requiem of a friend, 
Whom more shall poverty see never. 
Once more that sweet, that dying, strain, 
Accordant spirit! Oh! tis given, 
Borne onthe gales, along the plain, 
To praise the holiness of Heaven. 
The charm has ceased, the vision’s o’er, 
No more the varied sounds returning ; 
With human life remains the pow’r 
‘To give us joy, and give us mourning. 
Mary ANNE C—z.- 
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£UTHBERT TONSTALL, BISHOP OF DURHAM, 
1530. P 
FE. was successively Master of the 
Rolls, Prebendary of York, Dean of 
Sarum, Bishop of London, and Lord Privy 
Seal. He was an able negotiator, and a 
good critic, and most writers concur in 
giving him an amiable character. He was 
deprived by Edward the sixth; but was 
restored by Mary, and appointed one of 
her ecclesiastical commissioners. In that 
odious office he distinguished himself by 
his mildness and humanity. He was 
again deprived by Queen Ehzabeth: and 
died November 18, 1559. 
BOOK-KEEPING. 
The Italian method of book-keeping 
was taught in England by James Peele, 
A. D. 1569. His work, printed in the 
black letter, is still extant, and his instruc-~ 
tions, although verbose, are practicable. 
The preface speaks of the art. as new in 
England, but as having been long used by 
foreign merchauts; and affirms that many 
merchants of London toak instructions 
trom him; and sent their apprentices to be 
taught. 
THE POET SPENSER. 
Fdmund Spenser, a descendant of his 
naine, was found in Ireland:so late as 1724, 
when he had a suit at law tried before 
Baron Hale, and knew so little of the En- 
glish language that he was. forced to have 
an interpreter. 
_ SPINOLA, 
Charles Spinola, jesuit and missionary 
to Japan, was taken prisoner in his voyage 
by an Enghsh smp, 1596, and brought to 
Dartmouth and Topsham, whence being 
reswased, he renaired to. Lisbon, and, pro- 
secuting his original voyage, was martyred 
at Japan in 1922, at the age of fifty-eight. 
H2 Sis 
