The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1821-08-03 00:00:00

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ADDRi.:SS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S
• EXHIBITION.
And thou bast walk'J about (how strange • story!)
In Thebes' streets three thou:aud years ago,
When the Menstioaimm was in all its glory,
And Taw had not begone to overthrow
Those temples, palaces, and pile. stupendous.
Of which the very ruins are tremeurlous.
Speak ! for thou long enough hest acted Dummy,
Than bast a tougue—cume—let us hear its tune;
Thou'rt standing os thy legs, above ground, bluenniy!
Revisiting the glimpses of the moon,
Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures,
But with thy bones and flesh, quil limbs and features.
Tell as—'for doubtless thou mast recollect,
To whom should we assign the Sphinx's forst ;
%Vas Cheops or Cephrenes architect
Of either Pyramid that bears his name
Is Pompey's Pillar really • misnomer,
Ilia Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by HMV,
Perhaps thou wert a Mason, and forbidden
By .o•th to tell the mysteries of thy trade—
Then say what secret melody was hidden
la Illensnisa's statue which at sus-rise play'd!'
Perhaps thou well a Priest—if so, ally struggies
Are vain, fur priesteraft never own its juggles.
Perchance that very hand, now pinion'il Sat,
Has liob.a-nob'd with Pharaoh, glass to glass;
Or dropp'd a halfpenny in Ilumer's hat,
Or dutf'd thane own to let Queen Didu pass,
Or held, by Soluismii.,. own invitation,
A torch at the great Temple's dedicatiou.
I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed,
Has any Roman soldier mail and kink kk.d„
Fur thou wert dead, and buried, and embalm'd,
Ere Rumalus and Remus had been suckled:—
Antiquity appears to have beget.
Long after thy primeval race wss run.
Thou couldst develope, if that wither'd louvre
Might tell us what those sightless orbs have sees,
How the world look'd when it was fresh and young,
And the great Deluge still bad left it green—
Or was it the,, so old that History's pages
Coutaiu'd no record of its early ages ?
Still silent, incommunicative elf ?
Art sworn to SeCIVS7 then keep thy VOWS ;
But prythee tell us suuteibiug of thyself,
Reveal the secrets of thy Istituto-house;
Since In the world of spirits thou has slumbeed,
What bast thou seen—what strange adventures number'd ?

Since Ent thy form was in t►is box extended,
Wu have, above ground, seen some strange mutations ;
The Roman Empire has lieges and ended,
New worlds have risen—we have lost old nations,
And countless kings have into dust been humbled,
While sot a fragment of thy desk has crumbled.
Elitist thou not bear the pother o'er thy head
When the great Persian conqueror Cambyaes
March'd armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread,
trerthrew Osiris, Onto, Apia, Isis,
And shook the Pyramids with fear and wonder,
When the gigantic Memnon fell asunder?
If the twitted secrets may not he confeeed,
The nature of thy private life unfold :
A heart has tbrublid beneath that leathern breast,
And tetra adown that dusty cheek have rolrd :
Have children climb'd those knees, and kiss'd that face?
What was tby name sad station, age and race
Statue of deshi.4tnitiortal of the dead
Imperishable type of evanescence !
Posthumous matt, who quit'st thy narrow bed,
And grandest undecayed within our presence,
Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning,
When the great Tromp shall thrill thee with its warning.
Wby should this worthless tegument endure,
If its undying guest he lost for ever?
0 let us keep the soul embalm'd and pule
In living virtue, that when both must sever,
Although corruption may our frame consume,
Tb' immortal spirit iu the skies may bloom. H.

Yesterday the Princess SOPHIA visited the Du-
chess of GLOUCESTER : the royal sisters rode out
together.
The Duke and Duchess of CLARENCE. accom-
panied Isy the reigning Duke of SAin-Nlat I /MEN,
went to Blackheath yesterday, and dined with the
Princess SOPHIA MATILDA.
Earl and Countess COWPER gave an elegant en.
lertainment on Tuesday, at their house in George-
street, Hanover-srivare, to—
The Doke of Deconiltite, Viscount and Vi.conntetts Gran-
•ilk, Mr. and Mr.. Hope, Mr. sad Mrs. flusktsson, Captain
and Mrs. Gifford. Mr. Brooke Greville, Mr. Nugent, &e.
On IVeLlnesday they entertained another distin-
guished patty, among whom were—
Earl Clanwilliars, Earl Gower, Lord and Lady Merrwr:.,
lord Bingtaatn, Colonel AMMO, Mr. Fortescue, 31r. and 3i...
Howard, Mr. versos, &.e.

The. residence of Cowoe& the poet, at Olney, iu
Buckinghamshire, has long been uninhabited, RIO
is now io a state of considerable dilapidation. Some
of the neighbours, however, on the day of the coro-
nation, procured boughs and flowers from Cow-
PER'S favourite walk, at Weston-under-Wood, toil
decorated the outside of the house with oak, laurel,
and wreaths of flowers to his memory.

A fine new steam packet, called the Nottinghm,
nailed frcm Gaiurboro' on Monday morning the 33d
ult. with 20 parsengets on board, for Hull, ac-
companied by the Retford band of murk. We
are sorry to announce a melancholy accident which
occurred off White Cliff, rix miles from !lull ;
young man of the 1111111 e of Flood, a joiner, who
worked ti:t board the packet, fell overboard, in a
state of intoxication, and was drowned. This ac-
cident dangled the hilarity of the day, the
packet
arriving at Hall with colours 'hull hoiOted, and
without spy music playing.

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