Published by J. Asperne at the Bible, Crown & Constitution, Cornhill, October 11807. Engraved by Rawle dour, therefore, and humanity itself, forbid the subjecting of a work composed under sach 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, THE in general, the dictates of prudence, and the MONT GUET, IN THE ISLAND OF GUERNSEY. HE large rock in the left corner of the accompanying plate is called Roque du Guet. The small object just above it is a Fire Beacon, in case of alarm. Next to that is a Telegraph, with a yellow pendant flying a signal for the racket 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 used for storing gunpowder, cartridges, 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 tle, Castle Comet, Fort George, Jerheights 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 Guel, the eye commands a most beautiful view of the whole island of Guernsey, of Alderney, and of the French coast. THEATRICAL JOURNAL. AUGUST 27. 16. At Covent Garden, Miss DE CAMP, AT the HAYMARKET, was produced, sister of Mrs. C. Kemble, made her first 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, Il 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 scem 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. 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 acquisi-' tion. 17. DRURY-LANE opened with The Country Girl, and The Weathercock. The principal circumstance worthy of remark on this occasion, was the restoration of Mrs. JORDAN to the stage, after a secession of two years, he performed Peggy with admirable spirit, and was welcomed with enthusiastic ap plause. 21. Miss NORTON (whom we mentioned in our XLIId volume, p. 47) made her entrée at Covent Garden, as Imogen, in Cymbeline. She manifested very considerable ability, which, with careful culture, promises future Miss Norton was a niece of excellence. the late Mrs. Martyr. 22. At Drury-lane, a young lady, whose name, we understand, is Lu PONTE, made her detût, as Patrick, in E & 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 ΤΟ "ERRORS EXCEPTED." Written by Mr. CHARLES DIBDIN, jun. And spoken by Mr. YOUNG. PERUSE the fairest page, and still you'll trace, That error is the lot of human race; Errors excepted" the account must close. No living man without some folly made is, And tho' stern Truth won't even spare the Ladies! "Yet, to their lot should trifling errors fall, At every turn, with "Now's your time to And the mysterious charm of B. C. Y. All to insure you, when the wheel goes round, . Of, blanks excepted, ninety thousand pound. "Twere well from error to be clear themselves. A To you (to the audience), whose approbation to obtain So as a Convoy, though no man of war, No quicksands, shoals, or flats, nor no lee shore, Where many a vessel has been wreck'd be fore? In yonder quarter (upper end of the pit) lo! Sent from his cannon comes so hissing hot; Who never fights but when he's half seas over; And is well known on our dramatic ocean, (To the gallery) But you, my honest friends, stow'd in the shrouds, Who speak in thunder from your birth, the clouds; You, like true sailors, never hardly press (To the side hores) 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, His boat sails freely both with wind and stream;" And gains triumphantly the wish'd-for shore. I'll say too, for I think I guess aright, POETRY. REFLECTIONS IN A SUMMER-HOUSE. AH! say how pleasant 'tis to sit Within this charming cool retreat, Now from beneath the friendly shade, Is heard the shepherd's plaintive strain; Or climb the hill, or graze the plain. And say shall man alone refrain, Nor lift his voice on high? And feels not, then, this breast of mine That gratitude inspires? Have I no hymn of praise to sing? PARENT OF GOOD! inspire my lays; T. R-FF-S. Give them with thankful hearts thy praise to 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. 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 in still'd: Who from Mysore expell'd th'usurper's race, By acts of charity made earth rejoice, Mindful of those in misery and need, Who chas'd thy dang'rous rivals from the Who the Mogul unto his throne restor❜d, On those who thy alliance dearly priz'd; . FRIEND, Bade for her use the splendid dome ascend, Woo'd the fair stranger with attention meet, And gave her, in CALCUTTA, safe retreat. Britain, with glad acclaim receive thy soN! He who for thee, with honour, empire won; He who THESE DEEDS perform'd in face of day, WELLESLEY DESERVES THIS VOLUNTARY LAY. Surely to him are gen'ral praises due, SONNET TO EVENING. HAIL, placid Eve! as faintly to the sight Thee I discern 'n yon dim western sky, That beams around thy sober soften'd light, And tells to Nature thy mild reign is nigh. Come heavenly guest! that lov'st the silent hour! Sister of eve, meek twilight! thee I woo: Come, and o'er anguish shed Lethean pow'r, Chase specter'd care, each bitter thought subdue. With balmy slumbers weary eyelids close; Hush'd is the scene, creation owns thy sway; Exhausted nature sinks to soft repose, The sweet refreshment from the toils of day. See at thy shrine, still eve! a suppliant bend. And oh thy empire, to this heart extend! St. George's-place, Walworth-roud. G. H. T. To the Editor of the European Magazine, STR. HERE is perhaps no department so indispensably necessary, or so generally attracfive, of a magazine, whether political, fash 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 the 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. ་ 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 that in the first line "wakes" is substituted The only alteration made by Juvenis, is' 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 remainder is selected, though she whispers that many of the lines are old acquaintances. The realms of l quid light," she is familiar with; and well recollects other things than swallows' "Sporting in the noontide ray." Many of the lines, it is true, bear the indubitable stamp of originality. site moral is perfectly novel. The exqui The idea of |