The Sun.
London, England, 1826-07-03 00:00:00

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to the result of thi discussion, that which ;, resoll44 upon
face plate.

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If at the end of the discussion one of the two chambers
adopts entirely the projects that the other chimbet Las lent it, A
shall reduce it into the form of a decree, and Viet causine it
to Le read in public sitting, it will address two copies of it
to the Emperor, and demand his sanction in the foltowirtg
formula :—.
" The Ifenerid Assembly address to the Emperor the followint
decree, which they judge aviunageous and useful to the enip4,..,
and pray his Majesty to deign to give it hie eviction."
68. This transmission shall be made by a deputation of sever,
members sent by this last of this clistribers which has deliberates!,
and the other chamber from which the project originated, will in
the mean time indirm the Emperor that it has &dotted big prop-
titian relative to inieb or such an object, and that it addressal the
i:tupernr to demand his sanction.
(To be continued.)

LITERATURV:.

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itT3IOOR, a DESCRIPTIVII POrAl by nt. T. CA/tltfliCtalf,
aplllol4 ok !..11470.14 Or tailLit."..LOtilittif,neM.
Those, who love to." gaze on the face of Nature,"
and think, with Beattie, ":fhitt the gentle Muses haunt
the sylv.air Will'find a :rich treat in Car-
rington's Dartmoor, a poen' which. We hope wilt gain
for its author that place in 'public estimation, which
he unquestionably merits.
Dartmoor, as most of our readers are probably
aware, was the subject of a prize-poem, proposed by
the. Royal Society of I:iterative some years since
when Mrs. Hernans succeeded in obtainine. their prize
of 50 guineas. This. is decidedly not one of the
" rejected *addresses,' but has been written, u Mr. C.
observes, " at the suggestion of the gentleman ,who
has -contributed the pretiu* and the notes ;" by.the
tray,. • these notes and preface are rather too long
and unpoetical to accompany the hotly of the work.
'lliough a descriptive Poem, it it not devoid of
incidents, some founded on facts, that will prove to
the general reader both novel and striking, and od:erg,
the work of fiction, natural and i»terentitig. We sub-
ioin a:. few extracts which will induce our readers to
ie of our opinion. Take thefollowing description of
the feeling inspired by Morning, and of the beauty.
imparted-to the landscape by the denirens of the air,—
How beautiful is Morning, though it rise
Upon ndesert I What' though hiprinrrefus4
Her odours to the early gale that sweeps
The highland solitude, yet who can breathe
That fresh keengele, nor feel the sanguine tide
Of life flow buoyantly ! who can lank
Upon the Sun, whose beam indulgent shines
impartial, or cn moor, or cultured mead; •
And nos feel gladness? Hard is that roma ha,
Bleak is his )(inflict through this vale of tears,
Whose heart is not made lighter, and whose eye
Is brightened not by Morning's &Huta ray,
Wide glancing round. The meatiest thing on earth ;
Rejoice* in the welcome warmth, .attd owns •
Its reviving. Hark ! the burn
Of one who lune the morn—the liet, who comes
With overflow of.happiness, to spend
• The sunny hour, aid see ! across the waste,
, • The butterfly, his gay companion, floats : • ,
A wanderer, haply, from yon austral fields,
Or from the bank of moorland streatu.that riOW4
In mulls through the deep end sheltered vale*.
Bird, bee, and 'butterfly,--the favourite three
That mast utterer in our Sommer path ! •
And okhat. with.adt lute forms and Imes:divine,.
Woulsi.Somnter be without them?, Though the 444
Were blue, and blue the 'flume, and freab the Sta.,
And beautiful, as now, the waving wands,
And exquisite the flowers ; and though the Euu
Beamed from his cloudless throne front day to day,
And, with the breeze and shower,•more loveliness
Shed o'er this lovely world; yet all would want
A charm, it' those sweet denizens of earth
And air, made not the great creation teem
• With beauty, grace, and motion. • •
He runs on this exqiiisite strain for sortie
pa ea.
The following lines display the Author's descriptays
powers in .a still more favourable light:—
flow heavily
That old wood 'lupe in the sunshine,—not a leaf
Is twinkling, not a wing le seen to .move.
Within it ;.,..but, below, a anountaindtreera,
Conflicting with the rocks, is ever heard,
Cheering the drowsy noon. Thy guardian oaks
My country; are thy boast—a giant rare
And undegentrate still; but of this grove—
This pigmy grave, 'not one has climbed the air
So emulously that its leftiut branch, •
May brush the traveller's brow. -The flviste&roitte
Have clasped, in search of nourialiment, the rook.,
And straggled wide, and pierced the stony soil
In vain, donied.thaternal. succour, here • ,
A dwarfish race has risen. Round the toughs
Hoary and feeble, and around the triankei
With grasp destructive, feeding on the life
That lingers yet, the ivy winds and moss
Of growth enormous. E'en the' dull vile weed
liar fixed itself upon the very crown,
Of many an ancient oak; and thus, refused
Efnature kindly ald,—dishonotted..old—
Dreary in aspect—silently decays'. •
The handy %ail of Wiseman.
Whoever has languished for the dear 'aetensie
ionic; rendered still more dear by the weary wait. of
captivity, must /eel the natural force Of the followin%
beautiful passage. It is the episode of Augustin and
Genevieve, the former suPpotted to be one of the
French prisoners confined- .itt the prison. at Prince
Town.

Farewell, France!"
The captive *Wed, as for the gentle lireete •
of balmy i'mvence, loudly round hint hawl"ti
The chill, nu4st gale of Dartmoor ! where ere flow
The blushing bowers-...the groves with fruitage boat
Voluptuour—the 'wale of the bough '
Prone birds that lava bright Oulu—the perfumed tucra....
The golden day-
i—the visiomuy eve—.
nterckine of 400—tou wall—
Too well remembered? FAN, think Po Wore;' •
There's rniKineas in the cup that memory holds
To thy inebriate lip

Yet -rise
I)tar visions t:f thy .hottle. The hirdi '4Ol
The streams will tlow.:.4110 grass will were—tha beeps
Will blooto—and 'through the let*e of the Wood
The blue smoke curl ; thy is there—thy cot,
Poor exile ; and the secret mighty poiSer,
The local love, %hut o'er the witimpreed hearth
Binds mats to one dear, oherieled, sniped
His home, is with thy spirit ; sod will oft
Throw round its dear 11110111Atrilffal end alit"
For distant scenes beloved, the deep..tiole elk
*lid prompt the unbidden tear!
0 ! who thst areal
A captive's het his d9tl riftltaltc,d,
Though &clues, like those ofEtlyna aboul4 *tow
Vat hers green youth
Around hie heard cede
Lost all itw freilmess, re:erihow4 ill 34 PIM%
Awl Age 4kilk t,s the tomb, ire peers liar trut4
Etuiliog blew ; still upon the eye,
In dresil zooliotutiy, it morn, ovit,
*rose the Mioor.-the Moor r