Wigan sends two. Corporation, a Mayor, Recorder, twelve Aldermen, two Bailiffs, and a Sword and Mace Bearer. Right of Election, in the Free Burgesses. Number of voters, 200. Returning officer, the Mayor. Patrons, Duke of Portland and Sir H. Bridgeman.

Newton sends two. Corporation, a Steward, Bailiffs, and Burgesses. Right of Election, in the Free Burgesses. Number of voters, 36 Returning officers, the Lord of the Manor and the Bailiff. Proprietor, T. P. Leigh, Esq. Leicestershire sends four Members to Parliament: two for the County, and two for Leicester.

Leicester sends two. Corporation, a Mayor; Recorder, Steward, Bailiff, twenty-four Aldermen, forty-eight Common Councilmen, Town Clerk, and other officers. Right of Eleotion, in the Freemen and inhabitants paying Scot and Lot. Number of voters, uncertain. Returning officer, the Mayor.

Lincolnshire sends twelve Members to Parliament; two for the County, and two for the City. The Boroughs are Grantham, Stamford, Great Grimsby and Boston.

Lincoln sends two. Corporation, a Mayor, twelve Aldermen, two Sheriffs, Recorder, four Chamberlains, Sword Bearer, Coroner, and forty-eight Common Councilmen. Right of Election, in the Freemen. Number of voters, 1100. Returning officers, the Mayor and Sheriffs.

Grantham sends two. Corporation, an Alderman, Recorder, twelve Com. mon Burgesses, a Coroner, an Escheator, and twelve Constables. Right of Election, in the Freemen not receiving Charity. Number of voters, 400. Returning officer, the Alderman. Patrons, duke of Rutland and lord Brownlow.

Stamford sends two. Corporation, a Mayor, Recorder, twelve Aldermen, Town Clerk, twenty-four Burgesses, and two Sergeants at Mace. Right of Election, in the Inhabitants paying Scot and Lot, and not receiving alms.

NOTICE OF THE LATE MR. DENNIE FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

The following eloquent and affectionate tribute of respect to the memory of one of the most amiable and excellent of men has been but recently known to us, and we now anxiously transfer it to our pages, as equally honourable to the orator, and to his subject. The ardent imagination of the young enthusiast has not too lavishly praised the estimable qualities of our lamented friend, and no one indeed could be better qualified to describe them; for never in the history of literature-it is an honourable testimony to benevolence which it were fastidious to suppress never did lettered worth and unfortunate genias find a kinder

welcome and a warmer shelter than under the roof of this young orator. We hope to announce ere long some more permanent and substantial memorial to the literary reputation of Mr. Dennie, but in the interval this short extract will serve to revive the remembrance of a man, whom to name, is to recall many a soothing recollection of departed excellence.

Extract from a valedictory oration, pronounced by William Morris Meredith, on the 2d. July 1812, at a commencement held for conferring degrees in the arts by the University of Pennsylvania.

"I forbear to enumerate the long list of distinguished men, some of them slumbering in the tomb, many of them yet living, whose talents have given splendour to our country, and shed glory round her name. Yet there is one over whose recent grave kind Nature has yet scarcely thrown her verdant mantle, whom to omit could hardly be pardoned by this assembly.-Can I forget the inimitable Dennie? Forget him? no-never--never, "while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe!" can I forget thee, most amiable of men; the early object of my infant affections; the constant subject of my childish prattle and of my youthful admiration and respect, the mild monitor of my boyish days, who, descending from the superiority of thy years and the lofty elevation of thy talents, made thyself the friend, the playful companion of my heart, whose temples my fond, sanguine fancy was employed in binding with never fading laurels and bays, when death summoned us to scatter cypress on thy bier,-to part with thee-forever!-Fain would I speak, and tell you what a man he was,-how kind!-how gentle!-how tender!-how disinterested!-how affectionate!-how destitute of gall and envy!-hów free from dogmatism!-how entirely exempted from all the misanthropical feelings incident to our nature! You all have witnessed the brilliancy of his genius, the extent of his capacity and knowledge,—the charms of his imagination, the lustre of his style; but you cannot have witnessed, as I have, incessantly from my first perception to the day that tore him from us, the secret workings of that ever-living plenteous spring of benevolence, his heart!

"Quis desideris sit Pudor aut Modus
"Tam cari capitis!"

"Pardon this effusion of youthful sensibility!-Farewell, thou kind, indulgent, and affectionate patron of my boyish days,-in whom I fondly hoped to have a friend and guide, to conduct me through the groves of Science, and to instruct me to cull the fairest flowers, and to gather the richest and most delicious fruits in the garden of Literature! But alas, thou art gone." Thy spirit hath flown up to the stars whence it came."-Closed are those eyes in which genius and imagination were wont to sparkle,silent is that tongue once so distinguished in the sweet fluency of words, cold as the clod of the valley is that heart which unceasingly glowed with the most fervent charity!"

NOTICE OF FISHER AMES.-FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

MR. OLDSCHOOL,

YOUR life of Ames in a late number, induces me to send you an extract from the journal of a young traveller who made a tour through the Eastern States in the fall of 1805. I have not considered myself at liberty to amend the journal either in its language or sentiment. I know it is too diffuse and some may think too enthusiastic. It has, however, the merit of having been written on the spur of the occasion; and what emendation might add to its correctness, would, probably, be so much detracted from its spirit. Should this meet with approbation, I may send you some more sketches by the same hand. G.

DEAR M

Boston, October 1805.

I WENT this day in company with governor Strong, &c. to view a prison which had just been completed in Charlestown. You would derive but little satisfaction from a description of bars and bolts. Let me then hasten to Mr. where a large party was assembled, consisting of some of the most distinguished characters of Boston. To my eye, the chief objects of attention were gov. Strong and Mr. Ames. Gov. Strong possessed no qualities, to elevate him, in the view of a casual spectator, above the common standard of men. He appeared to be a man of caution,-slow of speech-of an easy politeness of manners-and throughout, of that politic deportment, which well

became an elective governor of a republican people. But of Ames, how shall I speak? Himself has said, that it required a Hamilton to delineate the virtues of a Hamilton. Alas then for the virtues of Ames! The finest talents my country cán produce will be unable to transmit to posterity any adequate conception of that brilliancy of genius,-that affluence of languagethat prodigality of metaphor,-that rich vein of sentiment, of wisdom, and of wit, and that chivalric gayety of demeanor, with which he enlightened and fascinated every mind within the reach of his influence.

But

He is a man of a figure above the middle size, of a thin habit of body; and of that sallow complexion, which is an indication, at once, of severe thought, and of nervous complaints. Indeed, I heard him say that he was afflicted with disease. genius appears more interesting where it gleams through the infirmities of the body. Disease robs it of its imposing and au thoritative mien,-it approaches you with so meek and amiable a deportment, that it wins your heart by awakening your compassion. His complaints were hypochondriacal; and his spirits depended on the winds and the clouds. This evening, however, his kindest planet was ascendant. He talked much, for he had much to communicate. His principal topics were politics, and the influence of France upon the concerns of our government: but religion, morals, literature and the characters of eminent men shared largely in his discourse. To me he addressed a most ingenious and poetic dissertation on the distinction between genius and taste. After discussing it metaphysically till the animation of discourse had lent a fire to his fancy, he burst forth into a strain of language and imagery of which it is given to but few men to produce, and to but few men to hear. Where all is sensation there is but little memory. The feelings he occasioned are present to my mind; but distinctness of recollection as it respects language is vanished. One metaphor, however, remains. "Genius," he said, "was a spider which generated her web from her own bowels; Taste was a bee which sipped her sweets from every flower." His quick conception of the poetic resemblances between objects,-his power of producing an ideal presence of the subjects he described, and the

dignity as well as the animation of his manner, touched me with that hallowed pleasure and veneration which one may fancy he should feel in the presence of an angel. It has been said, that the poetry of the Arabians participates of the warmth and luxuriancy of their climate. The language of Ames was the poetry of Arabia,-it breathed with the rich perfumes of that country; and the flowers of his rhetoric appeared like the brilliant creations of an Indian sun.

Chatham said of Burke, that he was the only man since Cicero, who wrote and spoke with equal elegance. The talents of writing and conversation are vastly different. So much depends upon the look,-the manner, the inflection of the voice, that what is luminous and affecting when spoken would be obscure and spiritless if written. Besides a man may have ac cumulated stores of knowledge, and possess a fertility of fancy, but be destitute of that readiness of conception and that fluency of speech which the sudden turns of conversation require.➡➡ These two almost incompatible accomplishments of writing and speaking were, however, eminently blended in this wonderful man. His written compositions are some of the finest in the language; and of his colloquial productions, I will say of them what Raynal says of the compositions of the Indians, they possessed a grace, a softness, and a refinement both of expression and of sentiment. His speech was a sort of music so touching, it was a murmur so sweet, his comparisons were so gay and striking, that the language which he spoke in this world to his friends, appeared to be that, which he will speak in the next to the gods. In fine, when Ames dies, he deserves the same honour which was paid by the Athenians to Isocrates: he should have a column raised on his tomb, and on the top, there should be placed an image of a siren as the symbol of his eloquence. And when he does die (excuse my enthusiasm) some man should devote his time and his talents in holding forth to the public, the example of a character accomplished with every talent of a statesman and a scholar. He could perform no more essential service to his own and to every other age, than by dif

La langue qu'ils parlent dans ce monde a leur maîtresse, semble être celle qu'ils parleront dans l'autre à leurs hoaris."