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Commerci, whence he repaired to that the prince just alluded to, had St. Clair, with a letter signed James neither plans nor views, and that the III. containing an invitation to Bo. tories themselves did not seem to lingbroke to assist at his councils. act with more sagacity. He also This once more awakened the am- perceived, too, that although the bition of the viscount, who set out pretender lived in daily expectafor Commerci, although in a bad tion of repairing either to England state of health, and thus threw an or Scotland, yet efficacious means air of duplicity over his character, had not as yet been taken for the from which, notwithstanding his countenance and support of France, splendid talents, it could never after without the aid of which, in respect entirely recover.

both to arms and money, all his fu« He was convinced," we are ture enterprises must prove protold, “ soon after his first interview, blematicas.

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Of rags and rusty iron, a monstrous load,

And eke a beggar's brat on either side, ON THE AMELIORATION OF THE

Forth from a greasy bag their long SPECIES.

necks throwing, [By Dr. Trotter.]

Just like two well-fed geese to marPOOR ass! it joys me much to see thee

ket going; glad,

Gabbling and gulping down from And with that saddle new upon thy

wooden dish, back;

Sour curds and leeks, or mess of stinkNo longer dost thou look demure and sad, ing fish. For thou hast been of late a fav’rite

Yet meek wert thou beneath the load, hack.

Gentle as when you bore a God, Yet humbly still thou tread'st the

While all around Hosannas loud did ring, ground,

And bade the impious Jews behold their Thy modest front with riband bound,

King,
Shaking thy silver bit along:

But though despised of man, and mocked Smooth is thy hide as any down,

to scorn, Not cudgeled now by lusty clown,

Just like thy master, he of Bethlehem Or by a dusky tinker's thong.

born. Poor brute ! so lately doomed to fag, Still bounteous Nature had a mind,

To toil and sweat from day to day; Thy fortune was not all unkind, Thy life near Famine's hut to drag, Some cause you had to be content. On stones thy wearied trunk to lay. Thou ne'er hast heard the din of arms,

What lucky star has changed thy lot? Thy breast no trumpet's sound alarms, Are all those rugged times forgot? A peaceful drudge thy days were spent. From misery's rub!

Go weigh the charger's fate with thine, Nor trudging down the dusty street, Drest and caparisoned so fine; Nibbling each dirty weed you meet, Now to martial musick dancing, In pools or dub.

Sporting, rearing, bounding, prancing,

Now the field of glory treading, Oft have I met thee waddling on the road, Lame and legless, fainting, bleeding. Bending beneath thy panniers, stuffed Ah! I have seen him born beyond the and tied,

main,

secretary for foreign affairs notified to the different ministers at the court of London, that negotiations for peace were about to take place at Utrecht; and, notwithstanding the violent opposition that ensued on the part of the count de Gallasch, the Austrian minister, and the Baunde Bothmar, envoy from the court of Hanover; nay, although the duke and dutchess of Marlborongh, with all the whigs, together with the states general, resolutely opposed the measure, yet Anne and her ministers, as is well known, succeeded in the project for a peace.

The services of St. John upon this occasion were not forgotten and accordingly her majesty, on the 14th of July, 1712, was pleased to create him a peer of England, by the style and title of baron of Lydia Fregoze in the county of Wilts,

and viscount Bolinbroke. This reward was considered as his due, in consequence of the basis of a new political balance established by him in Europe, which subsisted during a period of about fourscore years; and, notwithstanding the frequent wars that intervened, was never wholly changed until the late revolution.

majesty." It is here also stated, that her majesty's constitution was radically sapped and ruined by the use of strong liquors. The editor is at some pains to insinuate, that her majesty did not die a natural death; but for this suspicion there never was any solid foundation whatsoever.

On the accession of George I. Bolingbroke addressed a letter of congratulation to his majesty; but instead of being treated the better for this mark of respect, his papers were sealed up, and he himself taught to expect the utmost severity of royal enmity. The subject of this memoir, on perceiving the storm, retired for awhile into the country; but on receiving secret intelligence from the duke of Marlborough, that it was not in his power to protect him from the rage of the whigs, who had determined to punish him as the author of the late pacification, he determined to fly. His lordship accordingly embarked privately at Dover on the 7th of April, carrying with him property to the amount of about 500,000 francs, which was intended to support him during his exile.

On his arrival at Paris, the vis count waited on the English ambassadour [the earl of Stair] and assured him that he did not intend to enter into any connexion whatsoever with the jacobites; and he wrote several letters to the same purpose to general Stanhope, then secretary of state. Soon after this, his lordship retired to St. Clair, in Dauphiny; and, during his residence there, was accused, together with the earl of Oxford, of high treason. The latter was accordingly sent to the tower; while against the for mer, a bill of attainder was carried.

Meanwhile, a consequence of a variety of intrigues, the earl of Oxford, who is here accused of keep ing up a double correspondence with the pretender and the house of Hanover, at the same time, was about to be disgraced, and his enemy, Bolingbroke, to be elevated to the highest dignities in the state, when Anne died. This princess, according to the editor, who obtained his information from the late Mrs. Mallet, was greatly beloved by Bolingbroke, who exclaimed in her presence: "That the unfortunate queen was a model of all the vir tues; that the unhappy house of Stuart had never produced a better sovereign; and that no princess ever deserved so little to be cruelly betrayed, as was the case with her late

The tories in England, greatly displeased at the conduct of the whigs, who, in their turn, consider. ed them all as suspected, now sent an agent to the continent, who had an interview with the pretender at

Commerci, whence he repaired to St. Clair, with a letter signed James III. containing an invitation to Bolingbroke to assist at his councils. This once more awakened the ambition of the viscount, who set out for Commerci, although in a bad state of health, and thus threw an air of duplicity over his character, from which, notwithstanding his splendid talents, it could never after entirely recover.

"He was convinced," we are told, "soon after his first interview,

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that the prince just alluded to, had neither plans nor views, and that the tories themselves did not seem to act with more sagacity. He also perceived, too, that although the pretender lived in daily expecta tion of repairing either to England or Scotland, yet efficacious means had not as yet been taken for the countenance and support of France, without the aid of which, in respect both to arms and money, all his future enterprises must prove problematica..

Of rags and rusty iron, a monstrous load, And eke a beggar's brat on either side, Forth from a greasy bag their long necks throwing,

Just like two well-fed geese to mar ket going;

Gabbling and gulping down from wooden dish,

Sour curds and leeks, or mess of stinking fish.

Yet meek wert thou beneath the load, Gentle as when you bore a God, While all around Hosannas loud did ring, And bade the impious Jews behold their

King,

But though despised of man, and mocked

to scorn,

Just like thy master, he of Bethlehem born.

Still bounteous Nature had a 'mind, Thy fortune was not all unkind,

Some cause you had to be content. Thou ne'er hast heard the din of arms, Thy breast no trumpet's sound alarms,

A peaceful drudge thy days were spent. Go weigh the charger's fate with thine, Drest and caparisoned so fine; Now to martial musick dancing, Snorting, rearing, bounding, prancing, Now the field of glory treading, Lame and legless, fainting, bleeding. Ah! I have seen him born beyond the

main,

the wave,

an ass.

ger fiew;

Each toil forgotten and each danger Nor glory seek beside the slaughtered braved,

horse. On foreign shores by free-born Britons slain,

But while I hail thee on this glad promoStarved and destroyed by those his va- tion, lour saved.

Still let me just advise thee as a friend; Yes, where yon towering cape divides Perhaps you donkies have not learn'd the

notion, Where bled the noblest host of loyal That happy hours and flowering seasons Gauls,

end. And where yon tides two humbler islands We mortals find while skies are smil. lave,

ing, Inglorious there, the English charger Some sullen cloud our hopes beguilfalls. *

ing; Then curse with me this age of steel, Above our heads the thunders burst, Till W

L's heart shall own and That lay us level with the dust. feel;

What if they tax thy bit and saddle, And should one sigh his bosom pass, Thou must again with beggars wad. Go thank thy stars that thou wert doomed

dle;
Be beat till every rib is sore,

And beg thy scrip from door to door. Once I beheld thee by the stable door, Alas! thou oft mayest want a bit of grass,

And down thy face the showers of hun. Nor pity find from any human ass. While the stalled horse had oats and hay

Yes, trust me, I delight to see thee gay,

And lovely Laura seated on thy back! in store,

She, like the forest's queen in flowery May, A thistle's top was all thou hadst to

The envy thou of every other back. chew. Harsh was the bite, the prickles sting

And while you pace to Laura's song, ing,

Or drag your little car along, The blood at every gnash was springe'

May fear and shame o'erspread the

face, ing;

That dares t’insult thy honest race: There thou like Laz’rus, he like Dives

Erskine himself shall nobly rise, stood Cramming his pampered maw with

Again a listening senate charm,

Teach mankind how to sympathize, dainty food.

And half creation's wrath disarm:f

Thou too shalt rise in being's scale, But cease thou gentle ass to fret and whine,

And pity for the ass o'er all the world Nor envious be to view the well-fed steed;

prevail. Though grooms attend him clad in liv'ries fine,

RETROSPECTION. And man records with pride his noble [From Elton's Tales of Romance.] breed;

IS there who, when long years have past Go turn to Talavera's plain,

away, And see the mighty warriour slain, Revisits, in his manhood's prime, the spot Covered with dust and blood on life's

Where strayed his careless boyhood, not in last brink,

trance He calls a Spanish ass to bring him drink. Of recollection lost, feels silent joy So Dives laid in hell, 'midst torments

Flow in upon his heart? Whatever cares dire,

Enthral his weary spirit, let him feel Cried: “Water, Laz’rus, for I burn with The gale upon his cheek, that whispering

fire !!! Then tell thy kind, their case might still The well-known tuft of trees,

and dimples slow

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A short time after the massacre of the army of French loyalists at cape Quiberon, in 1795, a body of cavalry amounting to 1200, were sent out, but with only three months' provender in the transports. Not being able to effect a junction with the royal army, the greater part died of hunger on board: and 300 were carried on shore to the little islands Hedick and Houat, where they were killed off by musketry.

† Alluding to his bill in the peers, to prevent cruelty to domestick animals.

The recollected stream, thought's - busy As yon gray turrets rest - in trembling train

shade Shall glance like pictured shadows o'er On its transparent depth, the days long his mind;

past Each airy castle of enthusiast youth Press on awakened fancy; when, averse Shall dawn upon his fancy, like the towers From sport, I wandered on its loneliest That sparkle in some forest of romance;

banks, Each shade of circumstance that marked Where not a sound disturbed the quiet air the scene

But such as fitly blends with silentness; Of young existence, touched with fairy tint The whispering sedge the ripple of the Sheds beauty not its own; that life of hope

stream, And generous expectation, when the man Or bird's faint note; and not a human trace, Was teeming in the boy, and the young Save of some hamlet-spire in woods immind

merst, Pleased with its own exertion, and acted Spake to the sight of earth's inhabiters. o'er

Then haye I rushed, prone from the top Each future impulse, and put forth the most bank, germs

And given my limbs to struggle with the Of native character. It cannot be

stream, Unless his heart is deadened by the touch And ’midst those waters felt a keener life. Of that mere worldliness, which hugs it- How soft the milky temperature of wave, self

Salubrious Thames ! associate with delight In a factitious apathy of soul;

Thy stream to thrilling fancy flows, when Unless, in vain and vacant ignorance,

faint He wondering smiles at those high sympa. I languish in the sun-blaze; and with thee thies,

Ingenuous friendships, feats of liberty Those pure, unworldly feelings, which That recked not stern control, and gravely. exalt

sweet Our nature o’er the sphere of actual things; The toils of lettered lore, and the kind Which lend the poet's gaze its ecstacy,

smile And bid the trembling note of musick steal Of Him,* who e'en unbraiding, could be Tears down the listener's cheek; it can: kind, not be

On soothed remembrance throng. I would But his whole heart must soften and re- not feign lent

A fond repining which I did not feel; Amid these peaceful scenes; but the deep I would not have the intermediate years griefs

Roll back to second infancy, nor live Which time has stamped upon his furrow. Again the life that haunts my memory ed brow

thus Must, for a moment, smooth their thought. With sweet sensations; for the simple child ful trace;

Is all unconscious of his pleasant lot; And e'en the long remorse wild passion His little world, like man's vast universe, leaves,

Is darkened by its storms; and he, like Rest from the goading of its secret sting. man, Scene of my boyish years ! I not disown Creates his own disquietudes and fears; These natural feelings. Let me rest awhile And oft with murmuring's vain of disconHere on this grassy bank; beneath these tent, elms

Or bursts of idle passion, personates Whose high boughs murmur with the His future part; the character of man. leafy sound

No-'tis the cant of mock misanthropy That soothed me when a child: when, That dwells on childish pleasures; which truant.like,

the child Of the dull chime that summoned me afar With light insensibility enjoys, Nought heeding, by the river-wave I lay, or rather scorns; while on his eager view Of liberty enamoured, and the muse. The future prospect opens, still in sight,

* Of Mr. Savage, whose name must ever be associated with the blandi doctores of Horace, let me be permitted to indulge the remembrance. His system of tuition was calculated to exemplify the theory of the admirable Locke. He made instruction pleasant; and was therefore listened to and obeyed on a principle of love. Should these insignifi. cant pages ever meet his eye, he may not be displeased to find that

The nuse attends him to the silent shade. I trust I shall be forgiven the excusable egotism, of paying this tribute of gratitude anei respect to an elegant scholar, and most amiable man.

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