... Continuation of the Diverting Hiytory of John Bull ?? Jonathan. CHIAP. IIe Vlew Squire Bull in his old age, fellinto madnest at the e, and ihncied hinsteff master of the a hole 'asili-uiondI After this great quarrel, John Bull and Brother Jonatalnl. ceinoued ont spraking terms, and seemed qluite.reconciled,; but'it was all grimace. on th'e Squire's part, for he could never forgive ?? Jona- tha ...

... TuE LIVERPOOL ACADEMY OF ARTS To the EUDITO.RS of the Liverpool Mercury. GENTLEMEN} The fine arts have nothing to fear from a free press; they have ever risen to the greatest em0' nence among those people, who have most encouc raged the expression ot judicious andf liberal criti- cism. It is 'tnder this impression, that through the channel of' *our independent paper, I ofter a few remarks on ...

... aiv.-- i joovh6f;? I tto-no. THE HOLY ALLIANCE; OR The Eagle, the Kite, and the. Owi,. A FABLE. [From the Black Dwarf.] Vpon a proud aspiring rock The Royal Eagle rear'd his oflck, And prey'd upon the country round, As sov'reign lord of all thle ground. He deem'd all birds of less degree His right of prey by destiny; And frigbten'd so the feathery race That scarce a bird dare show his faces ...

... ODignal. EVENING REFLECTIONS. Where drooping willows form a shade, One iovely surnmner's eve. I stray'd Along the Iisied green; The rnyoil display'd her silver beam, And spurted on the limpid stream, WXhiie Nature look'd serene The air was calm, save vhbere the breeze Of Zep' yr, whisler' through the trees, And waffed tiagar;nce round; 'Tdas Milelaillly s plaintive hour, 'Tiwas (Otempiation's ...

... -onrigtnal. ODE. ADDRESSED TO RESIGNATION. Serenely calm roll on the coming years, And if my joys be few, few be my cares; Station'd so low on this revolvingjball, I've ground to hope I have not far toWfa.; Whatever changes Heav'n thinks fit to send, I rest secure in faith that Heav'n's my friend; What Heav'n ordains, with thanks, I must receive, Since to dispose is God's prerogative. If he ...

... 0-,Cbatantl. mmewm=m--Mw? SONNET. ON TTIZ DEATH OF hOSCIOSCO. With an untiring spirit, thou didstistand Mid pai-; and mnid pains, in many a field; And thou thy sword of constancy didst wvield O'er the fali'n Freedoom of an injured land;- And, Kosciusco! 'twas ths broath that sanu'd Her fading flarne when Tyranny was strong, And Rapine, and Rapaciousness, and Wrong. Go to thy great reward ! ...

... o ? - I . )POctical, 6cleftionoll I WRIrTEN BY THE PRINOE5S AMELILA i7URING HER LAST ILLttS'S. ti Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, I laugh'd, and talk'd, and dane'd, and Siurg, P And proud of health, of freedom vain, o Oreanmt Dot of sorrow, care, or pain, Concludimgin those hours of glee, o That all the wortld was made for mn. d a] But when the days of trial came, e When sickness shook this ...

... Adle rhine could not be easy, So lie irust have a wife an' please ye; Qnino%, did be procure a wife i r:!ear his solitary life? I'v, of d rib ?? from his side W | i forml this necessary bride. icc how did he the pain beguile? (I! he slept sweetly all the while lii'lier the riea was re-applied, Ii COller'5 focrm, t ADAIM'S side, HEr tire, I prayr you, did it answcr ? leeleresldepl s,, stcet ...

... SIDrigirnial. STANZAS Mf'rilten extempore On hearing it asserted that ithe -l4i ties had commenced qffefsiVC eperotiof . On Rhine's fair banks the god-of war B Once more his brazen clarion sounds, c And mingling nations near and far, With halbert, spear, and scymitar, Uniting tound his fiery car, Shout the wild cry till heaven's high vault redounds. a The orpian's cry, the widow's moan, ...

... e*tatolto. To the Editor of tne Morning Clhronicte. The following lines, upon a well-known subject, were written two years ago by a friend of mine, since dead, thev have never yet seen the light, and if they are worth insertion in Tire Chro7ficle, they are at your service. I am, Sir, your's, &c. J. Dl. Where be the wonted glories, of thy state? Where Victory's wreath adorning thee so late ? ...

... Original 7 -fioery. Or na eIIODERN CHARITY. s RELIEVE the poor 1 our warlike townsmen cry, f - 'Who made 'em poor ?`-the men of peace reply- You starve 'cm first, and then to make amends, You call it carijy to stand their friends:- Such woid'rois; zeal, such thirst of' heav'nlv glory Doth bring to miina a certain pretty story; Which proves the saying very true I wot, That C0iarity doth ...

... Original _ jPoetry. NIGHT IN LIVERPOOL. A FRAGGMENT. V Cat torch-bearer to tile gods, sir Sol, c lit bath put away 4 and Cynthia now Ills 50 rdll hor harthing candle to the world. et ljoade fly that sticks o h faeiling top, pJr, litd ?? prayers, and lies hims fast to sleep. istb the busy haid of broiyn-fae'd toil its task; no more the streets are throng'd p' gtoups grotesque, tlhe slaves of ...