... TIE WVORKS OF ARTT. ?? P-I' :. ?? } *S g I nvit he4p. art We 'When frst it was proposed to reilove thee art- I cles from Italy, thle Frnch artists tirmselves pro- tc-ted against such a measure as sacriee. They e- drew up it petition to the Directory-the following is :a copy , it:- P~1ETI'TION ro.TFIE LEGISLATIVE DI- I tECT O 1t Y. . CITIZr NS: D:IREC ?? of the Arts, the desire to preserve ...

... 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 ...

... 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, ...

... poeticalt fccttong EPISTLE FROM TOM CRIB ro npt Concerning some fool play ia a late trasi 4 (From the Monzing Carosicle.) ?? e What! Ben, my big hero, is this thy relownr Is. this the new go ?-kick a man, wien h fi When the foe has knock'd under, to tread It s then- ' Oa 55' By the fisetof my father, I blush for thee, B ; Foul! foul ! all the Lads of the Fancy exea Charley Shock is elect ?? ...

... rioginqf. Tlhe savinr that ' a Prophet bas no horour in his t ev'a country, has ?? been verified itn the fiIettr. I it)g receptiot given to the following most proloui il Prjphecy,-which las laely found favor in tlhcyesI of the .lo:uita ' C'a uaicli', Statesman, (ni Gsbe, lras- sininerand otlerl-ndoll Pril t., ' hence it has o- i ceeded to make the totur of thle country Journals, 1intil at ...

... I-Poetical §??dcctiolm Tilt FIILD 0 BATTLE. (rrome Wailer Scotu's Poem of fVaterloo.) L~ook forth, once -ntoe, with soften'd-heart,. Ere from the field of fame we part;' Triumph arid sorrow border near, And joy oft melts into a tear. Alas! wlsa links of love that morn Has ?? We'hand dundee tod' - For ne'er wai1kso sternly foteght, And ne'er was cdi!+est deaterl1ought. Miere pileizi common ...

... Origtnal. To the EDITORS oj the Liverpool SIercuY'. The following Song may serve to amuse some of your readers it is said to have been picked up in the street, at a very late hour, after one of the PIT D)inners in the neighbourhood; and is supposed, from the careless style of its compositiOn, to have been prepared in great haste for the glorious occa- sion . Your's, &C. THE PRINCIPLES OF PITT; ...

... fiwriginal. LINX E S, On Vieiwing. that? fine sweelp of the River Dee, at BoughlonI, vear Chester. Transparent, pure, illusive stream, Leor ever changing, still the same;- In thee, as in a glass serene, )Man's true identity is seen, As swift to ocean's vast expanse, Onward thy ' wizard streams advance, Successive strea-is their place supply, And glide in silentsssiftness by. Thus life, which ...

... . FRANLCE AND NAPOLEON, 1. Where, Galla, are now the proud laurels, which fame Had entwined, with loud pcans, thy templesaround? Rudely scatter'd by Kings, who once shcok at thyname, And whose frenzythy gretness in fetters hadbounl- Though the causes, which led thee to conquest and crime, Hlave produc'd in thy fortunes a rapid decayS Yet thewrecksof thy grandeur are farrmore s-abinae, Than the ...

... The following was sent to our °tce s from a country elp)O The fairest daughter of the skies, Attendant on the good and wiss In simple vest arrayed, I come, ye females lend an ear To guide you to the blissful piler Whose pleasures never fade el If you my peaceful path forsake, Your reputation is at stake With me it dwells alone The Saviour's doctrines, you'll agcce Invariably were penn'd by me ...

... fqjtGNYALO Y e n e it y it ri 11 r) d e it it T HE , CCONGRESS. :Lrds of the eaarthye ?? selfttitled thing PoP'Es 'Prl;ieaF -reheeS ' mperors, and 'Iings! . :Who iThjsh'dNKlthc4est, sit 5nibigh divan To Share thetil of w ar-your brother man - D ninkwithith~I6 pride of your ambitious scheme, De em 'je' the :~wtalu'paiau :empty -dream;? In vain' las k6h ledge Trtapp'd your7feeble chain, i dd ...

... ? I %clutiong. ? The following very happy paraphrase of Moores Song, Come, tell, me saysRost,' iscopied irom the Morning Chronicle. Come tell me, ?? chatting one. day, In the Park, on msy arm he reclined, Come tell me, dear Canning, how often, I pray, Have you changed your political mind ? CsOh, Wellesley, 'twas only my vote that I changed; hay mind from all bias was free; But I'll tell ...