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much beyond the spirit of their age or people. Here truth ought to be spoken. If a high tone of piety, if particular strictness in manners, if a certain quantity of attention to the private interests of members of their congregations were absolutely REQUIRED, were made a point of by those congregations, who can doubt that the demand would be answered? Not, perhaps, immediately, but surely eventually. If, on the contrary, talent and eloquence are more in demand than Christian zeal and religious usefulness, then Unitarians themselves are settling the character of their ministry, and, far as we may be from wishing to shelter indolence, we must admit that censures which often fall so heavily upon ministers, should at least be shared by the people, to whom, in a great measure, are attributable their prevailing deficien

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Watchful Wakefield, late and early, Slumb'ring o'er the page of Pope! Wit has catch'd her Critic fairly,

Twisting sand into a rope.

Your correspondent T. F. B. (XX. 678) appears not to have seen, or he could have scarcely omitted to notice, the Review of Dr. Chaliners's Astronomical Discourses in your XIIth Volume (pp. 418–426).

I wish it were in my power fully to satisfy H. W. (XX. 681) as to an inquiry which a subscriber to Priestley's Works might, perhaps, with more propriety have addressed immediately to the Editor. The XXIVth Volume, containing the Lectures on History, from the enlarged American edition, will, I have no doubt, be through the press before the end of February. In the mean time, I must request every subscriber, with whom I am not already in correspondence, to forward a letter to my friend Mr. Eaton, 187, High Holborn, containing his full address, what volumes he has received, and where, in London,

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549, col. 1) is, I dare say, unacquainted with Wakefield's "Observations on Pope," published in 1796, or he had not failed to remark that the author has there exposed his own attempts "to comment" on the "Song by a Person of Quality," (which, however, extended no further than to two notes on the first stanza,) as freely as any foe might desire, or at least any foe less gross and illnatured" than a Blackwood's Magazine."

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Wakefield had published in 1794 a first volume of "the Works of Alexander Pope, Esq., with Remarks and Illustrations," then expecting such encouragement as would have allowed him to proceed. Disappointed in these expectations, he formed his further collections on Pope into the Observations, and thus concluded his address to the reader: "Some verses of my friend Mr. W. Toulinin, bantering a mistake committed by me, at p. 326 of my former volume, will form an agreeable terinination of this preface." The verses are thus entitled: " By a Person of no Quality, on reading Mr. Wakefield's Criticisms on Pope's Song, Flutt'ring spread thy purple pinions." The following is the first of the seven stanzas :

sent, with an order for payment on delivery. Circumstances which I have been under the unpleasant necessity of detailing in your work on a former occasion, constrain me to add, that without such communication no volume will be delivered.

H. W. must excuse me, if I cannot inform him how soon the labour which I, perhaps unadvisedly, encountered when ten years younger than at present, will be at an end. I can assure him that the delay of "more than twelve months" is not more than prudence fully justified; and that strict prudence would rather have further detained me amidst literary engagements which, except as to one of them soon to appear before the public, were less inviting, though not so unproductive. I trust, notwithstanding the unfavourable appearance of a plan left incomplete, that no subscriber will be materially injured by possessing, on the terms of the subscription, nearly the whole of Dr. Priestley's Theological and Miscellaneous Works, (several of which cannot now be procured on any terms,) in a correct and connected form, and with additions intended to illustrate them, and thus to subserve the author's favourite and truly honourable designs.

I am, however, happy to inform H. W. and the rest of the Subscribers, that the 25th Volume will contain every remaining article of the works included in my edition; and that I have now reason to promise myself, should life and health be granted me, that the present year will not pass without my having made considerable advances in preparation for the First Volume. I beg leave, on this occasion, to repeat my request to those among your readers who can thus favour me, for the prompt communication of letters or any information calculated to assist in the execution of my design. The trite bis dat, qui citò dat, they will give me leave to say, is peculiarly suited to the present application. J. T. RUTT.

January 3, 1826.

P. S. My excellent friend Dr. Carpenter, (XX. 740,) whose early patronage of my design, and his uniformly punctual attention to the Editor's convenience, have been most exemplary, will, I trust, accept the above explanation, which was designed to appear in your last Volume. I wish I could feel what his kind partiality prompts him to express, on the subject of labour. I must, rather, confess a serious truth, that the delay, and my frequent occupation among the writings of Dr. Priestley, have served greatly to enhance my apprehension as to the satisfactory performance of the arduous duty I have ventured to undertake.

Collections at Boston, United States,

for the Sufferers at Miramichi. [Extract of a letter from Mr. Goodacre, Astronomical Lecturer, to Rev. Dr. J. Evans, dated Philadelphia, Nov. 19, ́ 1825.]

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supply, that to the Rev. Mr. Parkman, of Boston, produced me the greatest source of pleasure. He is an excellent man. The Unitarians of Boston are a noble race. I never thought before that the world contained such men. They are after my own heart. At no very distant day I may enjoy, I hope, the pleasure of reading you some notes of sermons, taken by me, that I heard preached by some of their

leaders when I was at Boston. Boston is indeed a spiritual place, not according to Calvinistic cant, but according to the true evangelical sense of the word. To spend a Sunday in Boston, if a man has any religious feeling, must warm his heart. But it is not in words that they excel merely. Take an example: you will, before you receive this, hear of the dreadful fires in and about Miramichi in the British province of New Brunswick. But you will not hear of Boston "doings" (as the Americans call it) perhaps. The news reached Boston late in the week, ending Nov. 6th, and on Sunday last, Nov. 13, sermons in behalf of the sufferers were made at the following churches:

Rev. Dr. Channing's..
Rev. Mr. Palfray's
Rev. Mr. Young's..
Rev. Dr. Powell's..
Rev. Mr. Pierpont's...
Rev. Mr. Frothingham's.
Rev. Mr. Barrett's
Rev. Mr. Ware's.

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POETRY.

HYMN TO LIBERTY.

SWEET Liberty, wake thee! too long hast thou slumbered—
Can thy dreams be so dear, that they tempt to sleep on ?
Cast away thy gilt chains, and the voices unnumbered
Of a glad world shall tell that thy thraldom is done!
Oh shall not, ere long, that soiled mirror be shivered,
Which is dim with the sighs of pale glory for thee-
And the bright Sabbath dawn, in which millions delivered
Shall lift their first hymn to the God of the Free?
Take the wings of the morning, fly over the world-
There is many a land, where the tyrant is lord;
Yet, oh shall not in all thy proud flag be unfurled,
And the tree of life girt by thy cherubim-sword?
The Persian, who dared with the scourge and the fetter
Insult the free waves of the Hellespont-sea,

Did he do, sacred Freedom! aught wiser or better

Than those who lay scourges and fetters on thee?

No, thy tides will yet rise in their strength and their scorn,
To wash every vestige of slavery away;

And the thrones will grow pale in the light of thy morn,
As the night-stars are drowned in the gold waves of day!
One flood of redemption will sweep o'er the earth,
That thy own victor-ark on the deluge may ride;
And the peace-hallowed olive will be the first birth
Of the world, when at length the proud waters subside.
Then, oh then, shall arise, in its splendour millennial,
The sun of free Truth o'er the mountains of time;
And Earth shall again wear the verdure perennial,
And the amaranth she wore in her paradise-prime.
Then at length in the wilderness fresh springs shall murmur,
Then at length in the desert strange roses shall bloom,
While each year, as it passes, will rivet yet firmner

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Every bond of the rights which the nations resume.
Say not, think not, the Age, which the poets call Golden,
Has passed from this bleak world for ever away-
That no sunburst of promise will ever embolden
The eagle to mount to the throne of the day!
Already-already-the irons are starting

From the hands of the myriads they pinioned so long;
Already the beams of young Freedom are darting

On the statue + they warm till it hails them in song!
In the World of the West the bright ensign of Union
Is floating o'er nations enlightened and free;
And soon will all join in the splendid communion
From the heart of the land to the isle of the sea!

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An allusion to the celebrated statue of Memnon, which was said to yield music

when it felt the first rays of the morning sun.-C. Tac. Aon. III. 61.

The pure laurels of Washington yet will be green

In the realms where the Inca and Spaniard have reigned;
And the Andes will look down on one happy scene
Of glory redeemed, and of freedom regained.

And Hellas-dear Hellas!-the same brilliant standard
From Eurotas to Dirce ere long will be thrown
Abroad in those winds, which for ages have squandered
Their sweet breath on the flag of the despot alone.
No more shall the Greek, in degenerate terror,

Brook the scourge and the chain from the fear of the sword;
No more shall the free wave of Salamis mirror

The colours that tell of an Ottoman lord!

In vain may the bands of the Orient environ
The hosts of a nation with glory on fire ;-
No slave will unhallow the death-land of Byron,
No freeman forget the last notes of his lyre!
And thou too, Riego! how fond was the dream,
That thy blood would cement up a half-fallen throne—
That the hearts of the race thou didst rise to redeem
Only caught the proud pulses of hope from thy own!
Thy patriot-sword may be sheathed for a while,

But it yet will be drawn by a patriot's hand,
And the spirit of Freedom will look down and smile,
As she waves her bright wing o'er a tyrantless land!
Over Spain's hundred hills, and her beautiful valleys,
The cry of Deliverance yet will be heard ;
And the serf in her huts, and the slave in her galleys,
Will feel their hearts leap at the paradise-word.
Forbid it, that any unhallowed Alliance

Should hold the crushed nations for ever in thrall—
That the few should long bid their imperial defiance
To the reason, the faith, and the glory of all!

No, Mankind will yet wake to a loftier duty,

Than that which enjoins them to sink into slaves;
And their eyes will be opened, though late, to the beauty
Of Truth that ennobles, of Freedom that saves !

Thy first steps, lovely Liberty! sometimes may falter-
But thy march will not cease, nor thy banner be furled,
Till thy conquering hand shall have reared a proud altar
To the God of the Free, o'er the thrones of a world!
Crediton, 1826.

SIR,

TO THE AUTHOR OF THE CRITICAL SYNOPSIS OF THE
MONTHLY REPOSITORY FOR JULY, 1824.

IN noticing my Sonnet, written in Burbage Wood,* you were pleased to make a kind of inquiry, whether I might not be a "a direct descendant of” Dare, (my namesake,)" the quick-witted patriot of olden time." +

WHY not? If a mind that all knowledge would know

Of ages elapsed and of ages to come;

If thoughts that with freedom and liberty glow,
That man may be one, and the wide earth a home:

Vide Mon. Repos, XIX. 423.

+ Vide Mon. Repos, XX. 393.

If hopes-that are bright as the glories that gild
The themes of the prophet-the songs of the bard;
Those themes, that a view of eternity yield;

Those songs that on earth give to virtue reward:
If pride that self-thought and philosophy nurse,
Uplifting the mind above fashion's mad rules;
That mocks at the power that is placed in the purse,
The pomp of the proud, and the custom of fools:
If feeling-that Nature still holds in her train,

That sighs with the weeper, that smiles with the gay;
That curses the tyrant wherever he reign,

And quits superstition for Truth's heavenly ray:
If mind-hope-thought-feeling, like these are allied
To those who have flourished, the good and the brave,
Then he was my sire who crouched not to pride,
And he is of kindred who dwells o'er the wave.

O! long as that wave shall beat free on thy land,
So long may Columbia be chainless and free;
My hope is in her,-for the world by her hand
Its freedom shall gain,-shall as fetterless be!
Hinckley, December 24, 1825.

HYMN.

ALL nature sings the bounteous Power
From which its beauties flow;

The rolling wave, the cooling show'r,

The lofty oak, the humble flow'r,

JOSEPH DARE.

Alike their Author own, their mighty Maker show.

They tell of him whose pow'rful hand

From nothing all things made;

He stretch'd the skies, he spread the land,

Obedient to his high command

That sun majestic rose, whose glories never fade.

Let the glad sound of song arise

To him who all has given

Oh, Thou who reign'st above the skies,

Accept the praise, the sacrifice,

Of man, thy noblest work, the destin'd heir of heav'n.

To him alone thy goodness gave

To bear thine image here,

Oh let thy mercy from the grave

His reason, thy true image, save,

And love correct the faults which dimm'd that image here.

HYMN,

Sung after Sermon, in the Old Meeting-House, Birmingham, on New-Year's

Day, 1826.

THE year has pass'd away,

Swift as the gliding stream;

And all its scenes appear
Like relics of a dream!
Spent are its griefs,
Its joys are flown,
And mem'ry holds
Their trace alone!

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