PRINTED MAPS.

Mr. Firmin Didot is at present devoting his attention to the engraving of dies for moveable types for printing Maps, which will, it is affirmed, equal those engraved on copper, and which invention seems to be exclusively his own. Many attempts have already been made to print maps with moveable types, among which the specimens from the presses of Messrs. Haas of Basil, and Periaux of Rouen (who exhibited in the exhibition of Arts this year, a beautiful map of the Department of the Lower Seine) are particularly distinguished; but they do not satisfy the expectations of connoisseurs; it is therefore hoped, that Mr. Firmin Didot, by his talents and zeal, will succeed in conquering the difficulties which have hitherto opposed the complete success of this important branch of typography. The art of printing Maps with moveable types, is originally a German invention. It is well known that one of the earliest printers, Conrad Sweynhey or Schweinheim, introduced this art into Rome, in company with Arnold Pannarz, on the occasion of printing the twenty-seven maps for the cosmography of Ptolemy. He died before the work was quite finished, and it was therefore executed by another German, Arnold Buckinck (Bucking) at Rome, in October 1478. The practice was continued for some time in the 16th century, but afterwards abandoned, probably because it was too difficult and tedious, till the second half of the 18th century, when two Germans, almost at the same time, and without knowing any thing of each other, renewed the attempt. The first who published a specimen was Augustus Gottlieb, a Prussian, deacon at Carlsruhe, and who corresponded with the celebrated printer William Haas, of Basil, that he might cut types for him on a certain plan, to be used in map-printing. His first attempt was made in 1776. It anticipated Breitkopff in the publication and execution of his ideas, and was called typometry. In the same year, however, appeared the Environs of Leipsig, by Breitkopff, as a specimen; and his second attempt, in 1777, in which, and also in succeeding essays which were not made public, he constantly endeavoured to improve his invention.Mr. Didot will now probably find some method to facilitate the very troublesome

process.

NEW STEAM ENGINE.

The prospectus of a new machine has been circulated at Paris, which, if we may believe the authors, will overturn all our present system of hydraulics. They engage to supply a small portable steam

engine, which will raise the water to the height of sixty feet, at the rate of fifteen quarts per minute. The machine will consume no more than the value of one pennyworth of coals in an hour, to raise nine hundred quarts of water to this height. It will cost six hundred fraucs, and will last more than a hundred years. No payment is required till the engine has been tried, and given satisfaction; till it is fixed, and raises the water from the well to the roof of the house, which will thus be secured against fire. They offer, for progressive prices, machines which shall raise double, triple, decuple quantities of water, to double, triple, decuple heights, (i. e. 120, 180, or 600 feet) and this in infinite progression.

The authors had at first concealed their names, and this mysterious conduct excited suspicion. They have now made themselves known. They are Messrs. Croissen, brothers, both pupils of the Polytechnic School, and one of them Commandant of Artillery, whose talents inspire the greatest confidence. They keep their discovery a secret, and will not divulge it till they have raised subscriptions for twenty thousand inches of water, according to their way of calculating.

Dr. Maex, a German physician of some eminence, ascribes great medica! virtues to an infusion of acorns used in the same manner as coffee. In 1793 he published some experiments on this subject, and gave the following directions for preparing and using the acorns:-Take sound and ripe acorus, peel off the shell or husk, divide the kernels, dry them gradually, and then roast them in a close vessel or roaster, keeping them constantly stirring; in doing which especial care must be taken that they be not burnt or over-roasted, either of which would be hurtful. The Doctor recommends half an ounce of these roasted acorus, ground and prepared like coffee, to be taken morning and evening, either alone or mixed with coffee and sweetened with sugar, either with or without milk. The author says that acorns have always been esteemed a wholesome nutriment for men, and that by their medical qualities they have been found to cure slimy obstructions in the viscera, and to remove nervous complaints.

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ON MY BIRTHDAY, 1820.

ON wings more rapid than the last,
Another fleeting Year is past;
And (thanks to Heaven) I still survive
To greet the end of Seventy-five.

One serious ill on Age attends-
The frequent loss of early Friends.
But yet there live a chosen few,

Whom in their boyish days I knew,
And still esteem-the longer known,
The firmer is the attachment grown.

Of "Wedded Love" tho' long bereft,
I've many Darling Pledges left;
Whilst Children's Children charm my
sight

With scenes of innocent delight.
Their lively voice, their artless smile,

Can many an anxious care beguile.

I see the young idea shoot;
Admire the germ, the bud, the fruit;
Pleas'd in their infant sports I mix,
And hail the dawn of Seventy-six.
Highbury Place, Feb. 14.

J. N.

The King of the fair and the free

The Lord of the bright and the braveAnd such shall dew the cheek for thee, And worship at Glory's grave! But did'st thou in glory set?

Alas! for thee- thou wert shrouded in gloom, [come And gone from the eye, ere thy hour were To sink on the Western hill's bright coronet,

In the hues of the heavens-that beautiful
pyre,
[fire!
Whereon, like the Phoenix, the sun dies in
Thy day was a summer one,
Lasting and bright,

But its setting no splendour won
From its length or its light-
The cloud and the blast

Came sudden and darkling,-
Through the shadow they cast

Not a gleam was there sparklingThe eve of the summer was wintry and

wild,

And the land was a desert where Hope never smiled

Thou wert shorn of the rays, they may envy who can,

KING GEORGE THE THIRD.

By J. A. HERAUD.

Author of "Tottenham," a Poem.
I.

SACRED the grief that balms the death of kings,

And shrines their memory in the heart's true blood :

With such the rising Muse her tribute brings,

To mourn the nobly great, the greatly good.

The rising Muse, who ever wreathes her harp

With the dark cypress and the spring of yew,

Whose soul is sadness, fortune ne'er may

warp,

The mood of mind to melancholy true.

II.

The passing bell

Hath toll'd its knell

For a star of Brunswick set!

But few hours gone,

O'er the royal Son

Was the eye of sorrow wet!

The tear was not dried,
When, pealing wide,

Came the omen again on the gale-
Whose tale doth it tell,
That pausing knell !

For the Monarch of England wail!

the Man!

III.

Weep not-for he was fearless in his woe, And life was lost in him who bore it so,

Unconscious of its being or its blindness

The scions of his house were rent away, And that he felt not, oh! 'twas heaven's kindness

Else had his spirit been subdued to clay, -For they were portions of it, and his beart,[the anguish

And maddened with the fierce sense of That of his phrenzy ever had been partAnd he again had seen them fade and they cameAnd from the tomb raved for them, till Then he had blest them-and all hope

languish,

AN ELEGY

On the lamented Death of the Countess of
TALBOT, Vice-Queen of Ireland. By the
Rev. JOHN GRAHAM, M. A.

"His saltem accumulem donis,
Et fungar inani munere." VIRGIL.

WEEP, Erin, weep! in deepest green,
With cypress deck the throne,
We've lost our fair vice-regal Queen,
And she was all our own.
Born in the bosom of our isle,

The fairest of the fair,
Hers was the sympathetic smile
That banish'd grief and care.
Hers was the matron's placid mien,
The dignity and love,

The beauteous form, the mind serene-
Fit guest for realms above!

Thither her gentle spirit's gone,

By angels borne away,
She rises from an earthly throne,
To realms of endless day!

But, ah! what poignant feelings rise

To rend Earl TALBOT's heart; Who could such worth so highly prize, And bear that worth to part? Here, hold-repress the mournful strain, Deep sorrow's words are brief; May Heaven assuage our Viceroy's pain, And sanctify his grief! Lifford, Jan. 1, 1820.

And ev'ry age their harmony to reach:
Thy writ recorded in Ægyptian dome,
Invelop'd lay midst consecrated gloom :
I thee invoke-no other pow'r can see,
Great Truth, the fount of Nature's self,
but thee.

No art is sought to paint th' omnific Lord;
And Truth Mosaic seeks no * mortal word;
"Let there be light," the lips divine ex-
claim,
[to frame;
And light there was, th' expanse of worlds
"Let there be Laws," the will of God de-
creed;
[lead.

And Laws there were the mind below to

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Above the confine of Parnassian height, On Sion boundless reign'd Jehovah's might, Beyond the path + of years, or solar sky Burst forth the voice of Immortality; 'Tis, "Thou shalt have none other Gods, but Me."

Beyond the string of earthborn harmony,
I leave thy music hallow'd, and untri'd,
Of ev'ry world thou parent God, and guide.
Let list'ning mortals recognise their Lord,
And pause abash'd at each denouncing
word,

And threat'ning heav'n revere §. — Thou shalt not make

The graven image to thy heart, but quake At the soul's monster, unprotected guiltThou shalt not feign whate'er the builder

Whilst desolation dogg'd their panic flight, Whilst lambent lightnings scath'd the torn ravine,

And grav'd the fun'ral majesty of scene! 'Tis Nature thus, the heav'nly vengeance walks-

And penal empress o'er creation stalks! And torn with blast and execrated grove, Annuls the worship that insults th' Above.

"Extra anni solisque vias."-Virg.

Can raise, lay low, extirpate. or adorn.
But saw ye not with apoplectic might
The bloodshot agony o'ercast the sight?
Whilst yet before the execrating lip,
The chatt'ring weakness owns the fury whip
Of rage, retorting thro' the vengeful frame
That coward dreads, yet execrates, the
Name,-

Call'd to no human inj'ry to relieve,
No tear to wipe, no charity to give!-
But crime gratuitous, in face of heav'n,
Stares gorg'd with murd'rous blood, and
driv'n

To its own Hell, in slumber + colourless, That can't e'en † vision's mimic shade confess

sings,

And rest harmonious o'er Creation brings; Thro' six days' course when time has urg'd his wheel,

Ordain'd repose laborious thou shalt feel; As o'er the seventh the workless trauquil calm [balm; (Recumbent world !) shall pour its sacred "Sev'nth is the Sabbath of our God, the Lord :" [word, No earth-born tongue shall dare the holy By mortal grasp untri'd, the strings refuse Th' unhallow'd efforts of the palsi'd muse; This day forbids the lab'ring voice intrude; And voiceless is the charm of gratitude.

I hear the voice that gives another life, That needs no claim from § "dull reluc tant strife,"

I hear-" thy father and thy mother honour," Man,

Forgetful reptile of thy short-liv'd span, Will not thy blood its fountain heart re

trace,

And search instinctive nature, and solace?
I had a mother, and I hear her sigh,
As night eternal clos'd the setting eye!
O'er infant feelings as she look'd, and sent
Her dying blessing, mutely eloquent!
Nature fatigu'd the parting parent view'd,
And whelm'd with tears its parting self
bedew'd.

But other tones (that parent life command,
The coward raptures of th' assassin's band
To curb) proclaim, "No ¶ murder thou
shalt do"-

Can Britain e'er that bravery forego? That brav'ry? at which continents grew pale,

[tale. And wash'd out Europe's guilt, and envy's But lurking guilt midst Rome's piazza gloom,

Now low'rs with death, yet shudders at the doom

It pauses to inflict then starts aghast At its own shade that conscience self must cast!.

**Let blaze engem the vari'd lambent day, [rayThat paint the di'mond's concentrated Let Eastern empires boast the gold controul[soulLet song devolve the raptures o'er the Whate'er from vernal sweets the gales that [go;

blow

Alluding to the conflict of the Deluge.

The Fifth Commandment.

The Sixth Commandment.

Th'