were not in the manufcript, when he fubmitted it to the cenfure, but that he had printed them at his own house.* To have pardoned him would have been worthy of the character which Catharine difplayed on other occafions: but Radifchef was fent off to Siberia. He begged permiffion to. embrace his wife and children once more; and on being taken out of prison to be sent off, he was allowed to wait for them a moment on the bank of the Neva: but it was night; the drawbridge had juft been raised to let a veffel through, and at this inftant his unfortunate wife arrived on the oppofite bank. Radifchef entreated that his departure might be deferred till the veffel had paffed, or his wife could get a boat; but in vain his pitilefs guard made him remount, and fhut him into his tumbrel again in fight of his distracted wife, who ftretched out her arms to him across the river with loud cries of diftrefs. Thus he departed, his heart torn by despair. If he be still living in the vast deserts to which he is confined, or if he draw breath in the mines of Kolhivan, may his virtue be his comforter! his courage has not been useless to his country: in fpite of the domiciliary fcrutinies of defpotifm, his work fubfifts in the hands of several of his countrymen, and his memory is dear to all men. of honour and fenfibility.

The profcription of every one who dared to think, fuggefted the following apologue. It was written when the prefent emperort was grand duke; and it will not be amifs to conclude this chapter with it, as it is but too well justified by his conduct since.

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* Radifchef's work is intitled a Journey to Mofco. Ruffian merchants have been known to give five and twenty rubles (21. 10s.) to have it for a single hour to read in private. I have read only a few fragments of it, among which was an allegory, in which he expofes the pride and foolish grandeur of a defpot furrounded by daftardly flatterers. The following words particularly enraged Catharine, as being directly pointed: "I enter the palace of "Tzarsko-felo: I am ftruck with the awful filence that reigns: every one holds his peace, every one trembles: it is the abode "of defpotifm." Thefe words procured Radischef a residence in Siberia.

† Paul,-whofe imperious fway, it may be faid, ended in pronouncing thefe words against his own relations,-" How dar'st “thou mock my gloomy reign? Thou shalt expire.!" Editor Mifcel. Perth.

LE GRAND-DUC* ET LE VER LUISANT.

FABLE.

DANS une fombre nuit d'été

Un ver luifant caché fous l'herbe
Jetoit une doufe clarté.

Ce n'etoit point un phare éclatant et fuperbe,
Il n'éclairoit qu'un pas à l'environ;
C'étoit là fon horifon :

Mais pourtant l'infecte lucide
Servoit de guide

Aux petits hôtes du gazon.

A fa lueur douce et tranquille,
La fourmi retardée atteignoit fon azile,
Le papillon léger l'égayoit à l'entour:
En un mot, cet aftre reptile
Embelliffoit les nuits de fon humble féjour.
Non loin de là, dans une vieille tour,
Prifon de fa trifte famille,

Un vieux hibou tenoit fa cour.

Un hibou hait les vers qui lui montrent le jour. “Audacieux!" dit il à l'infecte qui brille, "Qui t'a fait fi hardi que d'approcher de nous ? "Tu mourras.". "Monfeigneur," lui répond l'humble "infecte,

"Je fuis indigne, helas! d'un fi noble courroux. "Je vous honore, vous refpecte;

"Je tremble d'approcher de vous:

"A fucer la rofée ici je me délecte;

"Mais d'aucun bruit pourtant je ne trouble vos nuits. "Comment un animal foible comme je fuis

"Peut-il offenfer Votre Alteffe?"

"Infecte dangereux! tu luis;

"Péris, la lumière me bleffe."
Cela dit, le nocturne oiseau,

En écrafant le ver, éteignit fon flambeau

Sans rendre la nuit plus épaiffe.

THE

A nocturnal bird, found particularly in Ruffia. See Buffon. Duc, in French, fignifies both a duke and a horned owl: le grandduc is the great horned-owl in natural history.

THE

OWL AND THE GLOW.WORM.

A FABLE.

Twas on a fombre fummer night,

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A glow worm, fhelter'd by a flow'r,
Spread round its mildly glimm'ring light,
To decorate the filent hour:
No brilliant beam, no gaudy glare,
Diffus'd afar its lustrous ray,
But thro' the foftly breathing air
The infect shed its mimic day.
While pleas'd its harmless life to pafs
On hillock green of dewy grafs,
Attracted by its azure gleam,

The butterfly, with sportive wing,
Would form the gay fantastic ring,
(As in the burning noontide beam,)
Where, 'mid the gloom, this infect ftar difplay'd
Its cheerful lamp,-spangling the realms of shade!
Near, on a mouldring antique tow'r,
The prifon of its moping race,
An owl had chofe its murky bow'r,
And hating day's effulgent light,
Its joy the fullen frown of night,
Its blank domain the filent space!
There, prompt to spread its fhad'wy wings
Imperious, o'er lefs daring things,

Soon on the glow worm's peaceful state

Fix'd his dull eyes, in envious hate.

"Bold worm!" exclaim'd the tyrant vain,
"Thou, with fparkling light art feen
Peering the lonely fhades between,
"How dar'ft thou mock my gloomy reign?
"Thou shalt expire!" The glow-worm meek,
(Its trembling light more faint and pale,)

In humble accents, low and weak,
Thus told its true, but artless tale:
"I own that, of the infect race,
"I boast no gaudy fplendid grace;
"I light with feeble lamp the way
"Where prouder, loftier beings ftray;

"I fip the balmy dews around

"But ne'er am heard with busy found;-
"Ne'er on your calm repofe obtrude
"With counfel vain, or clamour rude;
"Can I offend fuperior things,

"Or cope with birds of pow'rful wings?

The owl, indignant, bold, and base,
Exulting o'er the infect race,
Replied " You shine! detefted thing!
"To me, offenfive light you bring-'
Then, pouncing on his humble prey,
"Darken'd, in death, its little ray;
But found, tho' quench'd the quiv'ring flame,
His fombre hour was ftill the fame!

DRUMMOND CASTLE;

OR,

A DESCRIPTIVE VIEW OF STRATHEARN.

BY MR ALVES.

OF Fortune's favours why should mortals boaf,
Oft hard to purchase, always lightly loft?
Falfe as LUCINDA, when her lover fighs,
Runs if purfu'd, but follows if he flies;
Or like the Sun, whofe brightnefs oft portends
Some dreadful ftorm which in deftruction ends;
So have we seen her richest favours flow,
To ripen greatnefs for fome fatal blow.

Behold this manfion, once the pompous feat
Of worth and honour, eminently great,
By one fad frown of Fortune seems to tend,
The prey of time to an inglorious end;
To pine neglected, and forgot of Fame,

Sacred, alas! no more to DRUMMOND's name.

No PEERS now tread thefe courts in princely state,
Nor Chiefs nor Squires come pofting to the gate;
No more the Councils meet in high debates,
Of conqu❜ring nations or redeeming flates;
Of fettling barriers to imperial fway,

How Kings fhould rule, and subjects should obey.

Balls,

Balls, routs, nor banquets, here no more are feen,
Nor martial paftimes on the fportive green;
All things around partake their Mafter's fate,
And feem to mourn their defolated state.

The limes uncrop'd, depending make their moan,
And rugged elms decaying feem to groan ;
The oaks to ev'ry blast return a figh,

And weeping willows hang their heads and die;
The yews and ivies mournful notes afford,
And ev'ry flow'ret murmurs for its Lord!

The aged PEASANT, as he plods along,
Stops in his way, and joins the plaintive fong,
"Hard fate, (he cries,) that one unlucky hour,
"Should quite undo what thousands can't procure;
"Friends, fame, and fortune,-all that life holds dear,
"To iofe at once is piteously severe;

"Severe indeed! but fuch the will of God!"
Then heaves a figh, and trudges on his road.
And widow'd PHILOMEL, in yonder grove,
Joins in the chorus, and laments her love:

"With me, (fhe fings,) ye.woods and manfions mourn,
"To charm your Mafter's and my Mate's return,"
Tedious the night, and cheerless is the day,
When friends are parted, or when lovers ftray:
The dear remembrance of the joys before,
Enhance the forrows of the penfive hour!

Yet quick-ey'd HOPE affumes a sprightlier fong, That cheers the woods, and plays the vales along, In fweet prophetic melody perfuades,

That happier days await thefe lonely fhades;

That PERTH's great Lord, tho' erft obfcur'd and gone,
Shall rife ere long more bright than ere he fhone;
Then these lone walls, now cheerlefs and forlorn,
Shall fhine as wont, their country to adorn.

Methinks the warblers catch the kind prefage,
And pleafing HOPE their various notes engage;
A gen'ral concord thro' the profpect reigns,
The woods all vocal, and alive the plains;
To piping HERDSMEN, hills and dales rebound,
And diftant groves repeat the joyful found;
The flocks and herds, in native notes declare,
Their eager wishes for the promis'd HEIR.

Nor is the eye lefs raptur'd than the ear,
While Nature's beauties all around appear;"

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