address to his new constituents, as knight of the shire for the county of Bedford.

We have hitherto treated of Mr. Fitzpatrick, as a man, a member, and a senator; we are now to consider him as a poet. We shall in this place say nothing of the "Probationary Odes," as they were never avowed, but confine ourselves, to such productions as have been generally recognized. The early connection of the subject of this memoir with Mr. Fox, is well known, and the latter having consecrated a building in his grounds at St. Ann's Hill, to whatever was dearest to his heart, we find the following verses inscribed by the former, in the Temple of Friendship."

"THE STAR, whose radiant beams adorn
With vivid light the rising morn,

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The season chang'd, with milder
Cheers the calm hour of parting day:
So Friendship of the gen'rous breast
The earliest, and the latest guest,
In youthful prime with ardour glows,
And sweetens life's serener close.
Benignant pow'r! in this retreat
O deign to fix thy tranquil seat!
Where, rais'd above the dusky vale,
Thy fav'rites brighter suns shall hail;
And, from life's busy scenes remote,
To thee their cheerful hours devote;
Nor waste a transient thought to know

What cares disturb the crowd below."

General Fitzpatrick is also the author of "Dorinda, a town eclogue," of which we shall here give a few lines by way of specimen.

"In that sad season when the hapless belle,
With steps reluctant bids the town farewel,
When surly husbands doom th' unwilling fair
To quit St. James's for a purer air,

And deaf to pity, from their much lov'd town,
Relentless bear the beauteous exiles down
To dismal shades, through lonely groves to stray,
And sigh the summer live-long-months away.
With all the bloom of youth and beauty grac'd,
One morn Dorinda, at her toilet plac'd,
With looks intent, and pensive air survey'd
The various charms her faithful glass display'd;
Eyes that might warm the frozen breast of age,
Or melt to tenderness the tyrant's rage;

Smiles that, enchanting with resistless art,

Stole unperceived the heedless gazer's heart, &c."

When General Burgoyne produced the Heiress, Mr. Fitzpatrick wrote the following Prologue:

"As sprightly sun-beams gild the face of day,
When low'ring tempests calmly glide away,

So when the poet's dark horizon clears,
Arrayed in smiles, the Epilogue appears.

"She of that house the lively emblem still,

Whose briliant speakers start what themes they will;
Still varying topics for her sportive rhymes,

From all the follies of these fruitful times;

Uncheck'd by forms, with flippant hands may cull,
Prologues, like Peers, by privilege are dull;
In solemn strain address th' assembled pit,
The legal judges of dramatic wit,
Confining still, with dignify'd decorum,
Their observations to the play before 'em.
"Now when each bachelor a helpmate lacks,
(That sweet exemption from a double tax),
When laws are fram'd with a benignant plan

Of light'ning burdens on the married man,

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And Hymen adds one solid comfort more,

To all those comforts he conferr'd before:

"To smooth the rough laborious road to fame, Our bard has chosen an alluring name.

As wealth in wedlock oft is known to hide

The imperfections of a homely bride,

This tempting title, he perhaps expects,

May heighten beauties--and conceal defects:

Thus Sixty's wrinkles view'd through Fortune's glass,

The rosy dimples of Sixteen surpass:

The modern suitor grasps his fair one's hand,
O'erlooks her person, and adores-her land;
Leers on her houses with an ogling eye,
O'er her rich acres heaves an am'rous sigh,
His heart-fell pangs through groves of timber vents,
And runs distracted for-her three per cents.

"Will thus the Poet's mimic Heiress find,
The bridegroom Critic to her failings blind.
Who claims, alas! his nicer taste to hit,
The lady's portion paid in sterling wit?

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your decrees to fix her future fate, Depends our Heiress for her whole estate.

"Rich in your smiles, she charms th' admiring town;
A very bankrupt, should you chance to frown:
Or may a verdict given in your applause,
Pronounce the prosperous issue of her cause,
Confirm the name an ancient parent gave her,
And prove her Hieress ofthe public favour."

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The above prologue experienced great success, and proved a propitious introduction to the comedy. Its allusion to modern manners and modern taxes, produced a torrent of applause, while the satire on titled dulness, and the mercenary attacks of beggarly fortune-hunters, seemed to convulse the house.

Our bounds will not permit us to transcribe General Fitzpatrick's "Inscription, intended for a statue of the late Duke of Bedford ;" and we must for the same reason omit many other interesting

verses.

Some men are extremely dull in conversation, who excel in point of composition; but it must be allowed by all who have lived in company with this gentleman, that he is far from being deficient in companionable qualities of any kind. Indeed we recollect a few couplets, written many years since, by an anonymous poet, which exhibit in a just point of view, the characters of this gentleman and several of his associates. The subject is an invitation to a banquet:

"Of wit, of taste, of fancy, we'll debate;

-If SHERIDAN for once is not too late:
But scarce a thought to ministers we'll spare,
Unless on Polish politics with HARE.
Good natur'd DEVON! oft shall then appear
The cool complacence of thy friendly sneer:
Oft shall FITZPATRICK's wit, and Stanhope's ease,
And Burgoyne's manly sense, unite to please."

The subject of this memoir is a member of the Literary Club, instituted by Dr. Samuel Johnson, and which, at one period, in addition to the great lexicographer, boasted as enrolled among its illustrious subscribers, the names of Fox, Burke, and Dunning. We lament that General Fitzpatrick has never been married. As he was left but a small patrimony, a wife, laying aside many other weighty considerations, might have proved serviceable,

even in point of economy, for according to the well known Italian proverb:

"Bella femina che ride, vuol dir, borsa che piange.
Let the country gentlemen translate this for themselves!

CAPT. SIR EDWARD BERRY,

OF THE ROYAL NAVY.

"VENTIS SECUNDIS."

We have eagerly seized on every opportunity to recapitulate the exploits of our naval heroes, and promulge the services and celebrity of a class of men, who so eminently deserve the applause of their fellow citizens. On this, as on former occasions, we shall commence with a prefatory dissertation, which we consider as not misplaced, when it precedes the biography of an officer who has served under the ablest commanders of the present day, and who has been honoured with the encomiums of the chief who conquered at St. Vincent, and the friendship of the hero who triumphed at the Nile, at Copenhagen, and at Trafalgar !

Human genius has never been more conspicuously displayed, than in the arts connected with navigation; and a British man-of-war, completely rigged, manned, provisioned, and fitted for sea, may be considered, perhaps, as the ultimate attainment of the powers of man. On this, as on all other occasions, his efforts have been progressive, and excellence has only been attained by degrees.

Various conjectures have taken place relative to