nature. We are astonished that either its style or fentiments could be fuppofed, by any one, to proceed from a very accomplifhed nobleman, to whom, for a confiderable time, the work was attributed. The following fpecimens of bad language we cannot fuffer to pafs without reprehenfion :-" A capital he miles with faintnefs and debility, and which cannot be repaired from the sheep's blood of Italy or Flanders, a vile experiment, and perhaps fatal."-" Deduct his murdered and his fled." P. 40.

A great part of this work is devoted to an examination of the actual state of France, with respect to what the author terms her "natural capitals," with the waste and expenditure of which the carries on the war: and in conformity to his main fyftem he says, that "the war and thefe capitals muft have the fame confummation:" ftill excluding from his confideration that France carries on the war not merely with her natural capitals, but also with the capitals of Jacobinism, which are derived from human nature itself. We do not propofe to follow him in his investigation of topics, which, particularly in the partial and confined view in which he confiders them, are but of a secondary importance. Our grand object is to encounter, and to ftimulate our countrymen to encounter, with all poffible vigilance and energy, the baneful cause of Jacobinifm. It therefore entered immediately into our plan to point out the fallacy of principles, which, in our opinion, tend to favour that cause. Having done this (with what fuccefs our readers will judge) we will, for the prefent, take our leave of the author, with this concluding remark--that we confider his work as a fair and, apparently, as a folid edifice; captivating to the eye, and replete with ornament; generally, though not always, correct; but into this edifice we warn the beholders not to enter, for its foundations are bad, and there is no fafety under its roof.

The Analytical Reviewers, with their accustomed regard to truth, have boldly proclaimed Lord AUCKLAND to be the author of this pamphlet, though a school-boy that had read a single production of his Lordship's pen, could never, for a moment, have fuppofed it was written by his Lordship; who, as well as the writer in question, has a style and manner peculiar to himself.-Mr. BENTLEY is known to be the author of the publication before us.

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ART. V. The Crifis, or the British Mufe to the British Mi nifter and Nation. A Poem. By the Author of Indian Antiquities. 4to. Pp. 32. Printed for the Author, and fold by Faulder. Price 2s. 6d.

HIS poem is, with great propriety, infcribed to "The Noblemen and Gentlemen of the London and Westminfter Light Horse Volunteer Troop," whose bosoms, we doubt not, beat in ftri&t unifon with every fentiment which it contains, with every precept which it inculcates, with every wish that it breathes; for it contains neither fentiment, precept, hor wish, that is not ftrictly confonant with the genuine principles and spirit of a British mind.

We view, with infinite fatisfaction, the manly efforts of a bard, the early produce of whofe infant mufe* gave a fair earneft of her future fame, directed to fo laudable a purpose as that of ftimulating his countrymen to display a spirit, worthy of their ancestors, in their refiftance of a foe who aims at nothing less than the erafure of their country from the lift of nations. Too much praise, too much encouragement, cannot be given to fuch efforts, at a time when domeftic traitors are earnestly endeavouring to diffuse the poifon of democracy throughout the country; and when venal writers and unprincipled orators prostitute their pens and their tongues to the juftification of French crimes, and the exaggeration of French prowefs. Thefe ftrains, which fing the atchievements of a HENRY and an EDWARD, a BLAKE, a HOWE, and a DUNCAN, are we blufh not to own it-more congenial to our ears, and, we truft, to the ears of our readers, than all the candid and philanthropic panegyrics which have been pronounced on a Gallic traitor, a Gallic affaffin, and a Gallic plunderer-a LA FAYETTE, a HOCHE, and a BUONAPARTE!

The author tells us, in his "Advertisement," that thefe verfes were written, "without much attention to method, during the fhort intervals allowed from more laborious and important ftudies." But we have found none of those marks of hafte or inaccuracy which might render it neceffary for him to avail himself of the indulgence to which fuch a circum

The first production of Mr. Maurice's pen was a poem, in blank verfe, entitled "The School-Boy." It was written while he was an Under-graduate of Univerfity College, Oxford, and had confiderable merit.

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ftance might poffibly entitle him. They are throughout ftrong, fpirited, and nervous; and uniformly marked by the true vis Poetica. The firft extract we fhall felect in fupport of our judgement is the apostrophe to Democracy, in Pp. 14, 15.

"And thou, whofe fable pinions, wide outspread,
O'er all the west cimmerian darkness shed,
Known by the phrenzy'd eye, the blood-ftain'd veft,
The Gorgon horrors gleaming on thy creft,
DEMOCRACY! than whom no direr fiend
Did e'er from hell's deep gloom to earth ascend;
Oh! gender'd when primeval darkness reign'd,
And lawless anarchy her throne maintain’d;
That lov'ft to mount the rapid whirlwind's wing,
And hear the favage midnight tempeft fing;
Or, basking in the lightning's fearful blaze,
On the wreck'd globe to dart thy raptur'd gaze;
On burning towns and palaces o'erthrown,
And hear'it, unmov'd, expiring nature grown;
Dragg'd to thine altars, what a countless throng,
Slaughter'd like beafts, the fhriek of death prolong!
Nor thefe of vulgar fame, or humble birth,
But of the noblett line, the proudeft worth;
All that in virtue, talents, genius fhine,
Swell the dire carnage round thy gory fhrine!

Infuriate fiend! at length thy wrath fufpend,
Or to the Lybian wafte thy footfteps bend,
On kindred tigers fpend thy murd'rous rage,
But ceafe with man eternal war to wage!"

The bard juftly deprecates the idea of harbouring a base inglorious with for peace, fo long as the enemy fhall continue to profefs the fame principles which the now profeffes, and to betray the fame spirit by which fhe has hitherto been actuated. His obfervations on this fubject are too good to be omitted.

"But, are there daftards fo deprav'd and base,
Το pant for PEACE with this detested race?
Go, bid the everlasting flame defcend;
With Neptune's waters ftrive that flame to blend;
Bid hungry tigers, prowling wide for food,
Crouch with the tameness of the fleecy brood;
When vanquish'd nature thus thy skill shall bend,
Then hope to make perfidious Gaul thy friend!
For ages who has join'd each daring foe,
That aim'd thy tow'ring greatness to o'erthrow;

Beneath her yoke thy stubborn neck to bend,
And from thy grafp the ocean's fceptre rend ;-
Of civil difcord who the flames has fann'd
When mad Rebellion rag'd around the land;
Who fir'd her torches on Columbia's shore,
And from its parent stock an empire tore ?--
What though no foft feductive arts ye boast,
Rough like your native clime and rugged coaft;
Ye glory in the nobler arts of truth,

And manlier paffions fire your vig'rous youth;
High beat their breafts with thirst of nobler fame,
Warm with unfullied Honour's veftal flame;
Virtue is theirs-the substance, not the show,
And theirs, fair Freedom! theirs thy genuine glow;
Courage in battle, like the bolt of Jove,

In victory, gentle as the fhaft of love!

These are your bulwarks; and when these shall fall,
Britain fhall crouch the abject flave of Gaul." (P. 22.)

We have quoted this paffage, noftro periculo, in defiance of the rage and indignation of the eulogists of "the great and glorious Buonaparte ;" and we gravely recommend it to the ferious perufal of Mr. Gilbert Wakefield, and other worthy admirers of French courage. For the farther gratification of the fame gentlemen, we fhall extract one other paffage, explanatory of a recent atchievement, in which the theory of British courage was reduced to practice.

"Laft, but not humbleft on the roll of fame,
With nerve of adamant, with soul of flame,
See fearless DUNCAN, ranging undifmay'd
Belgium's dire fhore, with death and peril spread,
And rufh, regardlefs of impending doom,
Where every billow yawns--a wat'ry tomb!
Though ruin hover in a thoufand forms,
Refolv'd, Batavia's marfhall'd fleet he storms;
Tremendous on the foe his vengeance falls,
And thick around defcend the rattling balls:
Retreat is vain; behind the breakers roar,
While Britain's wafteful thunders urge before;
The doubling game the dauntless Scot pursues,
And in the jaws of death the fight renews;
Aloft in air her tatter'd standards fly,
Low bends the stately maft that pierc'd the sky;
Devouring flames confume the glowing deck,
And a third navy floats-a boundless wreck!

Gaul views, enrag'd, her ftrongeft prop o'erthrown,
And into air her daring projects blown.

Rage,

Rage, baffled Gaul? for thus, ere yonder fun
Thrice his bright journey round the zodiac run,
In black difgrace fhall all thy triumphs end,
And all thy tow'ring pride in Smoke afçend :
The injur'd object of thy jealous hate
Hurls at thy impious head the bolt of fate;
On outrag'd heaven's and man's determin'd foe,

Slow, but refiftlefs, rolls the fatal blow!" (Pp. 28, 29.)

We have now enabled our readers to form their own judgement of the fpirit and ability difplayed in this poem: we can affure them that the extracts which we have made are by no means the best paffages in the book; and that it contains feveral which are much more poetical. We have only to exprefs a hope, that its circulation will be equal to its merit.

We are truly concerned to find, as we do by the Preface, that the difficulties which have hitherto retarded the completion of Mr. MAURICE'S moft valuable Hiftory of Ancient India, are not yet entirely removed. The fubfcription opened for that purpofe has not been fo productive as every friend to literary merit must have wifhed it to be. Mr. M. informs the public that "it ftill continues open at the banking-house of Meff. WALWYN, PETRIE, and Co. No. 150, New Bond Street." May it be speedily filled!

We cannot difmifs this fubject without expreffing our furprize that Mr. M. has not experienced the kind of encouragement and reward to which he is peculiarly entitled. We heartily wish to fee him poffeffed of fome permanent fituation that may enable him to purfue his literary refearches without intermiffion. We would fuggeft, for the confideration of the East India Company and the Board of Controul, the expediency of establishing the office of Hiftoriographer of India; and if fuch an office were established, there is no man fo able to fill it, with advantage to the public, as Mr. MAURICE.

ART. VI. An Anfwer to the Addrefs of the Right Honourable Henry Grattan, Ex-Reprefentative of the City of Dublin in Parliament, to his Fellow-Citizens of Dublin. By Patrick Duigenan, LL. D. a Citizen of Dublin, and one of the Reprefentatives of the City of Armagh in Parliament, 8vo. Pp. 303. Price 5s. J. Millichen, Dublin, 1798.

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