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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 completed beyond the gagement with some Peidmontese Var, and upon that surprising soldiers. mountain, the Esterelles. The The ancient splendour of Nice plain thus formed is encroached las sufiered greatly from the many on by the sea, which, meeting no sieges it has been exposed to. The obstacle, has produced a most de- triumphant 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 accomphished 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, Ye-pass on a bridge of planks, have alınost all since fallen into 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 bridge.
interesting than at present, though The Paglion may be considered its pristine magnitude and importa 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 ran in a North-easterly diparticularly the new end of it. rection from the gate of Pairon , This accident had nearly happened lera. in November 1803. The bridge The extensive suburbs, which was rebuilt in 1531, at the expense equally embellished the road on of the town, in consequence of its
the Western side of the stone having been carried away by the bridge, are now reduced to those impetuosity of this river. Upon of the Croix de Marbre, but being a stone placed near the bottom of of modern architecture are spathe bridge are inscribed the follow- cious and lofty, and the usual reing lines:
sidence of opulent strangers.
The castle, built on wire sammit Pons sacer! crhaustas celsis de monti
of a steep rock, and once deemed bus undas, Respuit et cupidas hic Paglionis aquas. cations which defended the town;
impregnable, with all the fortifiIt is recorded likewise that the are now but a heap of ruins. Durfall of waters had been so con- ing the war of succession it was siderable, and the Paglion sb ex. taken by marshal Berwick, fifty
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 fyct to which this altudes Berwick ordered it to be demo- constitutes a nemorable event in lished in consequence of ihe 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 Einanuel Phi- dirty that few people tuke the. libert, the whole town, càstle, fore trouble to go thither. A foul air tifications, and walls, were in the also circnlates around, which anbest state of defence. Bastions noys 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 squares at of people occupy the same house, Nice,
The houses which forin which, 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 governinent 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 despicu. the 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 forins 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, thut the fiThe South-west quarter of the nances of the coinpany do not ad. town is the handsomest, and of mit of an illumination sufficient modern architecture. The streets to give the objects an interesting are wide, and run in a straight colouring. The decorations and line. The public walk is in this sceners are exceedingly inditteneighbourhood, and is a delight- rent, while a small expense might ful resource in the Summer, when render the house commodious 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 performers. I which stretches along the coast. learn that, previously to the revoIn the middle of the walk a foun- lution, the theatre was well fretain has been lately construct- quented, and the company on a ed, whereon a paltry figure has better footing. been erected, representing Cathe- [To be concluded in our Supplentent.]
• Truth shall charm In mystic fable.'
De La Cour, WHY o'er th’impassioned tale of fan. The wrinkled natron 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: bošoms 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 Fancy! such thy Then, when boy 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 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,
Unslumbiring 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 feelings 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, feels,
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
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
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
Then Truth began to spread her info Tells bow mankind her rigid precepts for the dread god atid. Wisdom's queen Whilst Falsehood's easy sway is joyful the child).
borne, Scarce had her noble precepts form'd And claims the efforts of the tuneful the breast,
train, Scarce was her virgin - majesty .con To check her daring rival's boundless fesst,
reign. Ere Falsehood left the shades weak maa in blind,
• Truth !' th’Aonides reply, 'the Light Holly'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, fly; 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 forn and fraind, witching smile,
Of figure lovclier, and Fiction ramd; From Truth's rough path her votaries Şeek thou again the world, and soon beguile,
confest, For it seem'd drear, and sightless her Thy power shall govern o'er the heman
abode, 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
obeyd, wild career,
Swift både adieu to each Aonian maid, But, as mad Pleasure call'd, they fol. And as her precepts, rigid deend of low'd without fear.
She hid beneath the Muses'tuneful lore, Tird with the warfare, Truth nove In Fiction's varied garb, now grave, hopeless sighs,
now gay, Indignant leaves the world, and seeks Each bosom own'd her charms, 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'r
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 strand Tells to each listening Muse her bitter Fell, murder'd by a savage maniac's wde;