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Description of the City of Nice. as they retreat from the Mediter-tremely augmented, that, in 1744, 'ranean, slope geutly to the Morth, some thousands of French and until becoming inore, and more Spanish troops were lost in atadvanced, they form a semi-eirele, teinpting to cross it during an enwhich is coinpleted beyond the gagement with some Peidmoutese Var, and upon that surprising soldiers. mountain, the Esterelles. The The ancient splendour of Nice plain thus formed is encroached has suffered greatly from the many on by the sea, which, meeting no sieges it has been exposed to. The obstacle, has produced a most de- triwinphant army of Francis I. and lightful bay, extending as far as the fleet of the Ottoman pirate

, Antibes to the West, and to a cor- Barbarossa, almost consumed the responding prominence on the town, and destroyed the edifices

. shores of Italy to the East. The effects of its deterioration

Nice, in its present state, does' were, for a while, lost sight of in not exceed a mile and a half in the repairs accomplished by the length, and about a milein breadth. generosity of the house of Savoy ; The suburbs and the town are di- but, gradually losing its former vided by the Paglion ; but in the consideration, and ever involved in Summer months the waters are so war, the monastery, churches, conlow that the inhabitants pass and vents, and other public buildings, re-pass on a bridge of planks, have almost all since fallen inte which they construct in order to decay. obviate the circuit they are obliged

Anterior to the French revoto make by traversing the stone lution, Nice was infinitely more

interesting than at present, though The Paglion may be considered its pristine magnitude and importa a very dangerous neighbour for ance had already been considerably Nice. If the ramparts be not reduced. Of its ancient suburbs raised, or some other precaution there only' existed at that period taken, it is much to be appre- the relics, and especially of those hended it will inundate the

town, which run in a North-easterly diparticularly the new end of it. rection from the gate of PairoThis accident had nearly happened lera. in November 1803. The bridge was rebuilt in 1531, at the expense equally embellished the road on

The extensive suburbs, which of the town, in consequence of its the Western side of the stond having been carried away by the bridge, are now reduced to those impetuosity of this river. Upon of the Croix de Marbre, brut being a stone placed near the bottom of of modern architecture are spaa the bridge are inscribed the follow- cious and lofty, and the usual rea


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five days after the trenches were rine Sequeiran, heroine of Nice, opened. The garrison, which was with a Turk at her feet, whoin she reduced to six hundred men, forced had knocked down with a club. the commandant to capitulate. The fict to which this alludes Berwick ordered it to be demo- constitutes a memorable event in lished in consequence of the ex- the history of Nice. press coinmands of Louis XIV. In the Eastern part of the town The walls of the remaining ram- are the university, hospital, and parts are by no means strong; botanical garden; but the streets though when Nice was under the throughout are nartow and sovereignty of duke Emanuel Phi- dirty that few people tuke the. libert, the whole town, càstle, for- trouble to go thither. A foul air tifications, and walls, were in the also cirenlates around, which an.' best state of defence. Bastions noy's every body but the inhabitwere erected in several places, and ants, who are habituated to it. many precautions taken to auy- The shops are well stored, but ment the force of the out-works. small, dark, and filthy; a number

There are two fine sqsares at of people occupy the same house, Nice. The houses which forin wbich, added to the circumstances Place Victor are regularly built,' just mentioned, by no means renand have Piazzas. It was intended der a residence in that quarter under the government of the house desirable. of Savoy, to erect the statue of the Nice possesses a theatre which prince whose name it bears, A awakens the hopes without reuliz. monument of some kind is wanting ing the expectations of the public. to counteract its uniformity. Since the edifice, without being despicuthe French have added this part ble, offers little to admire, and, of the continent to their doini- perhaps, it is not an unfortunate nions, the Place Victor has taken circuinstance, that, in such a warm the name of Place de la Repu- climate, the valetudinarian' should blique. The road to Turin has be so little tempted to expose his its beginning here, and forms a health. It is sufficiently large for large opening in the square: an- the number of spectators ; but a other pass leads to Villefranche, cominon failing in this and most and the adjoining hills.

provincial theatres is, that the tiThe South-west quarter of the pances of the company do not ad. town is the handsomest, and of mit of an illumination sufficient modern architecture. The strets to give the objects an interesting are wide, and run in a straight colouring. The decorations and line. The public walk is in this scenery are exceedingly indiffe.

. neighbourhood, and is a delight- rent, while a suall expense might ful resource in the Summer, when render the house coinmodious and the sun is above the horizon. Its tasty, and the affluence of strangbeautiful scenery is, however, ers encourage the directors to promuch obscured by the terrace cure more worthy perforiners. I which stretches along the coast. learn that, previously to the revoIn the middle of the walk a foun- lution, the theatre was well fre-tain has been lately construct- quented, and the company on a ed, whereon a paltry figure bas better footing. been erected, representing Cathe- [To be concluded in our Supplement.]

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•Truth shall charm In mystic fable.

De Le Cour, WHY o'er th’impassioned tale of fan- The wrinkled rasron opes her treacied woe

sur'd store Rises a sigh,' and tears unconscious Of fairy tales and legendary lore, flow?

And round her seat, they, rapt with Why; with soft pity melting, do we

wonder, press, feel

Weeping, to hear the tale of deep Pangs for such suff'rings through our distress: bosoms steal ?

But when gay youth feels Love's Ah! why 'tis so, I leave to you, ye few, delightful pains, Who Truth through barren lab'rinths And passion throbs tumultuous thro can pursue;

the veins, But Fiction! child of Faney! such thy Then, when by wild romantic thoughts pow'r;

possessid, From youth's first dawn to age's latest Thy influence, Fiction! chiefly stands hour,

confess'd; So canst thou move the breast, and bid. Oft by the midnight taper's glimm'ring

it know, Or Mis’ry's throb, or Joy's enraptur'd He'll fondly con the amatory lay ; glow,

And whilst the joys of love's the Poet's Canst with the tale of love entrance the theme, soul,

Unslumb'ring feel its soft bewitching Or sink it 'neath wan Terror's wild dream. controul;

Oft too the maid when first she feels its Such is thy sway our varying feclings pow'r tell,

Steal with a throb unknown her bosoin When o'er thy glowing page we fondly o'er; dwell!

When the deep blush her passion first Lo! by yon wintry fagot's crackling reveals, blaze

Ere yet she's conscious that 'tis lore she Where infant innocence securely plays,



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his sway;

Will seek the lonely room, and, e'er Where feudal barons deal their deadly

untir'd, Bend o’es the tale by luckless love in. Yet still we hang in transport o'er thy spird,

page! Weep o'er some Heloisa's glowing strains,

There may be some o'er whom thou Envy her bliss, and mourn for all her hast no pow'r, pains.

Content to breathe unmov'd their little

hour, Where th' aged turret tops the craggy Who the sad tale of misery can hear, steep,

Nor heave a sigh, nor drop a pitying That scowling hangs o'er yon unruffled deep,

But in the bosom cold to Sorrow's moan There the lorn captive, wearied and The god-like glow of Virtue ne'er was alone,

known. 'Midst others sufferings forgets his own, and as o'er Fiction's tale entranc'd he These dull indifference bind, nor freer bends,

they Feels not the


that else his bosom, 'O’er whom stern Superstition * boasts rends, But 'neath thy pow'r forgot are all his Ye rigid minds, who Fancy's ærial Might woes,

Would bound to truth, nor pierce the O'er fancied griefs he weeps, o'er fan- realms of light cied pleasures glows !

Where gay Imagination wildly roves,

Whilst at her touch a new creation When

with limbs enfeebled feels


Who think tho' fiction's us'd in Virtue's In sports that once were dear, when, cause, mantling high,

The poet violates the sacred laws, The glow of youth bloom'd lovely in You from her page indignant turn your his face,

eye, And fill'd each active linib with manly With scorn-averted glance, yet scarce grace ;

know why; Each other pleasure lost, thy varied But oft her tales a pobler virtue teach page

Than the dull aphorisms the schoolmen Can, with a guiltless bliss, the pains

preach; assuage,

The sage by fiction bends the human Which nature feels as life's last ebb

mind, draws near,

And Christ with parable reclaim'd manAnd bids us leave the scenes we hold so kind. dcar.

Thus, Fiction! Britain's sage t, in Such, Fiction, child of Fancy! such fabled lay, thy sway

Has told how first began thy pow'rful From youth's first dawn to manhood's

sway. later day; So can thy tale of woe, thy song of joy, WhenJore’s almighty arm had forin'd Or bid us raptur'd smile, or pensive

the world,

no joy

Then Truth began to spread her infil Tells bow mankind her rigid precepta ence mild

scorn, (Of the dread god and Wisdom's queen Whilst Falsehood's easy sway is joyful the child).

borne, Scarce had her noble precepts formd And claims the efforts of the tunelul the breast,

train, Scarce was her virgin-majesty .con- To check her daring rival's boundless fest,

reign. Ere Falsehood left the shades weak maa to blind,

• Truth!' th’Aonides reply, 'the Light Polly's child, her sire the god of mien wind.

Of Falsehool's bland, bewitching, gay Gay, was her mien, and many a winning serene, grace

· But from thy frown, and bosom-piercPlay'd round each limb, and sparkled in

ing eye, her face,

Mankind shrink back, and, wild with The Passions o'er her form their vesture terror, Aly; spread,

Thy precepts would be lov'd, thy rule And young Desire the blooming wan- obey'd, ton led.

Wert thou in less forbidding robes ar.

ray'd ; Long these with various arts and Then take this vest of many a various power contest

dye, Which shall hold empire o'er the hu- Form'd to delight and captivate the eye; man breast;

Deck'd in this habit, by the Mrises Long Falsehood's lovely form and frain'd, 'witching smile,

Of figure lovelier, and Fiction ramd; From Truth's rough path her votaries Şeek thou again the world, and soon þeguile,

confest, For it seem'd drear, and sightless her Thy power shall gorern o'er the heman - abode,

breast.' But Falsehood's temple gay, and strewid with Aow'rs the road;

Victorious o'er her rival, Truth Here no stern maxims check'd their

obey d, wild career,

Swift bade adieu to each Aonjan maid, But, as mad Pleasure call'd, they fol. And as hier precepts, rigid deenid of low'd without fear.


She hid beneath the Muses'tuneful lore, Tird with the warfare, Truth now In Fiction's varied garb, nos grave, hopeless sighs,

now gay, Indignant leaves the world, and seeks Each bosom own'd her charins, and her native skies;

bow'd beneath her sway. To Jove, her sire, she paints her slighted reign

Far from each social tie, from Britain's Usurp'd by Falsehood's gay delusive train: shore, He bade her seek where, 'midst em

Who has not mourn'd the hardships bowering shades,

Byron bore? Bent o'er their lyres reclin'd th’Aonian Or wept, when Cooke each various toil

maids, And ask their aid in this eventful hour, And ardent, sought his native isle at

last ? To crush her graceful rival's boasted pow's

But as Imagination warmly drew

Her chalky cliffs as rising to his view, Swift Truth obeys; in accents sad Whilst thronging patriots hail him from and slow,

the strandTells to each listening Muse her bitter Fell, murder'd by a savage maniac's wde;


had past,

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