and justice seem to require, that they should be compelled to gain a livelihood by honest industry, and be elevated somewhat more nearly to the rank of men. Perhaps Moravian missionaries might be employed with great success at little expense, in civilizing and rendering industrious the rude and ignorant tribes that frequent the woods and hills of the peninsula of India. Vol II. p. 414.

This incidental testimony to the temper, conduct, perseverance, and general character of the missionaries sent out by the Unitas Fratrum, or Moravian bretheren (for all these good qualities are implied) is, in our opinion, extremely honourable to that body: and we believe we may venture to say, that if any sect does good with little noise and ostentation, it is that of which Dr. B. speaks so respectfully. Dr. B. thinks that " it would be necessary to transport these Niadis to some other part, in order to remove them from the contempt in which they will always be held by the higher ranks of this country.” Perhaps, however, if they were taught some usefui profession, this prejudice might abate. Their present state of idleness gives but too much support to contempt. Were they useful, they might be respectable in society. We heartily wish such an experiment could be tried.

One step further brings us to what we presume is the very furthest outcast tribe of the human race. We are acquainted with the rude tribes of America, and the Shangalla of Mr. Bruce; but with a tribe of more savage manners, surrounded by civilized society, we are not acquainted

In this hilly tract, there is a race of men called by the other natives Cad Eriligaru; but who call themselves Car Chensu. Here they live in little huts near the villages, and have a small piece of blanket, or cotton cloth, to cover their nakedness. They are reconciled to the other natives, and pay a trifling capitation tax to government. Where the woods are more extensive, they are terrified at the sight of any civilized being, and live absolutely without any clothing; but cover their nakedness with a few leaves. In these forests they dwell in caves, or under bushes, which they make a better shelter from the weather, by adding small branches from otiler trees. When the civilized part of this tribe go into the woods to visit their relations, or to trade with them, they must throw oft their rags, lest they should be mistaken for 'a villager, in which case none of the Chensu would approach. Vol. I.

Those who live in the woods have either no religion, or some simple one with which those here are unacquainted. The Chensu live upon game, wild roots, herbs, and fruits, and a little grain, which they purchase from the farmers, by collecting some drugs, honey, and wax. P. 168.

Here it is convenient for us to suspend our extracts from this voluminous and interesting work, Our readers will perceive t at the Dr. is a man of observation, and has taken important advantage of the opportunities which his journey afforded him. It is impossible that we sho uld enumerate the many passages in which succinct remarks greatly ill ustrative of character, are intermingled with occurrences which befell our traveller. Only those who are conversant with the wilds of a country, can describe the peculiarities which attend them, or those of the animals which inhabit them; yet these are often both amusing and instructive. These we propose to notice with some of the more important vegetables, concerning which the Dr. affords considerable information; and therefore our intention is to resume this article.

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Memoirs of the life of Mrs. Elizabeth Carter ; with a new Edition of her Poems,

some of which have never appeared before ; to which are added some Miscellane. ous Essays in Prose, together with her Notes on the Bible. By the Rev. Montague ! Pennington, A. M. Quarto. pp. 643–price 21. 28. London.

A CORPS of Reviewers, which did not comprise a representative of the state of celibacy, by the vulgar denominated an Old Bachelor, might justly be deemed incomplete ; and yet we know not how it is, but so it is, that when this member of our corps enlarges on the comforts and happiness of a single life, the rest of the company are found to be wonderfully dull of hearing and understanding. But we must let him triumph on a subject like the present. However publick prejudice may attach to the character of an unmarried individual, that kind of insociability, and that degree of stiffness and formality, which, from being the effect, afterwards become the cause of celibacy, yet Mrs. Carter appears to have been constantly free from such indications of her condition, and to have been cheer. ful and facetious, easy and polite. She was learned, and could correspond with an archbishop, on a question of Greek criticism ; but her learning was not obtruded, at every turn, to amaze common auditors. She was pious; but her piety did not consist in censuring those whom she suspected of differing from her in this excellent quality. She was loyal ; yet could make allowances for the contrary lights in which publick events were beheld by others. Mrs. Carter, in short, was a goodnatured woman, although not a matron ; a sociable and conversible companion, although an Old Maid.

Her presence, says Mr. P. (speaking of her early days) never threw a damp over the juvenile amusements and gayeties of her young friends. She brought with her into company no ill-timed morality, or misplaced gravity; but danced, sung, played cards, and laughed, like any other young girl. He adds, in a note :-" However, it was only innocent gayety that she ever countenanced; and the strictness of her principles was soon well known. She went once to a puppet show at Deal, with some respectable friends, and Punch was uncommonly dull and serious, who was usually more jocose than delicate.“ Why, Purch," says the showman, “ what makes you so stupid?"_"I can't talk my own talk," answered Punch,“ the famous Miss Carter is here.”

No further testimony, we presume, is necessary to demonstrate the correctness of this lady's manners. The person who could control the facetiæ of Punch in a seaport town, must have had uncommon powers of presence, and must have acquired them honourably. Mrs. C. was even so cautious, as to be in every period of her life so averse to all kinds of deceit and falsehood, that it might well be said of her, as it was of the virtuous Theban : “ Ut ne quidem joco mentiretur ;” and yet the rumour at Deal, of her intention to put up for member of parliament, might have been countenanced, with more gravity than compunction, by criticks themselves.

The volume before us is not only a “ Life” of Mrs. Carter, but a pleasing collection of her sentiments, &c. expressed at different periods, and on different occasions, to her intimate friends by letter. In this corres, ondence, she appears to advantage; and happily she met with communica. tions in return, that are well worthy of the intercourse. The chief of these are from Miss Talbot, daughter of Edward, second son of Dr. W. Talbot, bishop of Durham, and next brother to Charles, the first Lord Talbot, Lord Chancellor. She was born after the decease of her father. Her life was respectable, but private: she died 1770. We find also leto ters from Archbishop Secker, Bishop Hayter, Lord Lyttleton, Dr. Johnson, the celebrated Barratier, the unfortunate Savage, giving an account of his early life; and others, eminent for station, talents, and literature, These are generally honourable both to the writers and 10 the receiver.

We pass over Mrs. C's pedestrian rambles, at early dawn, when in health (for we learn that she was sadly afflicted by an ofien recurring headach which she very imprudently fixed by mismanagement;) neither shall we expatiate on her courage, when all the neighbourhood was alarmed by a report that the French had landed, in November 1744 ; nor on her contrivance to be awakened early in a morning, by a bell in her chamber, which the sexton was accustomed to ring for that purpose ; nor on her fondness for flowers, or for her toneless spinnet; nor on the variety of her studies in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin. We shall not even trace the progress of her translation of Epictetus. We frankly own, however, that we are gratified with her dutiful attention to her father, and with her diligence in making of shirts. Her father died in 1774.

A principal part of the volume, and among the most amusing of its contents, is the history of an excursion to Spa and Holland, which Mrs. Carter made in 1763, in company with Mrs. Montague, and Lord Bath. As we cannot now, thanks to the piety and politicks of Buonaparte, verify the account of what catholick establishments are, we must be contented with repeating those narrations that describe them as they were. Mrs. C's observations on some of the towns she passed in her journey, and of the manners of the people, we know to be correct; and therefore shall extract a few passages, which mark her opinion of them. Her sentiments on the foppery of the catholick churches, were (and we presume the taste for such puerilities is not extinct) unhappily, but too well founded in fact.

“ Lisle is a very large and very fine city; but a fashion of strong iron cross-bars before the windows, gives the houses an uncomfortable look, and makes them re. sembie prisons. It is, like all the towns we have passed, paved like St. James's square. The glare, and foppery, and childishness of the ornaments of the churches are beyond what any thing but the testimony of my own eyes could have given me any idea of. The decorations of the altars are much more fit for the toilette of a fine lady, than for a place dedicated to the solemn service of religion. I am quite sick of looking at so much tinsel, and such a variety of colifichets. The only thing which has struck me with any thing like solemnity, was a sight of nuns this afternoon, singing vespers. We should have been glad to have staid longer here; but the apprehension from what our guide told us of an elevation of the Hostia, obliged us to return before the service was over. Mrs. Montague and I were at two other convents, and had some discourse with two nuns. We took notice to one that she appeared bien contente :* to which she made an answer, which had much more sense than enthusiasm in it :-" Quand on a pris une rocation, on seroit bien folle de n'étre pas contente.”t-We asked whether it was possible for us to see the inside of the convent, to which she answered very archly : “ # Pas sans y rester au moins ;” at which the little rogue of a page who was with us was excessively entertained. We are to set out to morrow for Ghent.”-P. 175.

“ Brussels is the most disagrecable town which I have yet seen in our way. The houses are extremely high, and the streets narrow, which makes it dark and close; and I shall be heartily glad when we leave it. We took an airing to day in a place used for that purpose by the inhabitants. I believe we went about a mile in a straight road by the side of a dismal looking canal. We atierwards drove about the park, which is pretty enouglı, but very trifing compared to our St. James's and Blyde Park. There is an English monastery here, which we visited out of compliment to our countrywomen. We sat about twenty 'minutes without the grate, and talked with three of the murs. Both these, and those we saw at Ghent, desired us to call on them on our return. They told us one of their amusements was country dances, and that they had the newest from England. They have almost universally

* Quite contented.
* Having adopted a vocation, it would be very foolish not to be contented.
# Not without staying there, at any rate.

the same air of gayety, which would give one pleasure, if it did not seem to be as much a uniform as their habit. They have all an unhealthy, cadaverous kind of look, which is no wonder, from the want of air and exercise in such a confinement.

" At a convent in Lisle, is a kind of altar with an image of the Virgin and our Saviour, both with black faces; for which we could get no better reason than that our lady of Loretto was the same. They bid us get up upon a chair, and peep into a little hole of a closet behind the altar, to see the kitchen furniture of the Virgin. All I remember of the contents was a stove and a little brass kettle. I think nothing but the testimony of my own eyes could have perfectly convinced me of the mise. rable, trifling fopperies of popery. Most of the images are such mere dolls, that one would think the children would cry for them. Even the high altars are decora. ted with such a profusion of silly gewgaw finery, as one would think better adapted to the amusements of girls and boys, than to inspire sentiments of devotion. I feel extremely uncomfortable with hearing bells ringing all day long, without being able to go to church ; but I hope this heathenish kind of life will be over when I get to Spa, and we shall have a kind of worship in which I can join.” P. 179.

"Surely, with the superstition of popery, there is a strange mixture of profane. ness. I was lately struck by an instance of this kind in the garden of the Capuchins at this place, where there is placed a crucifix, by way of fountain, spouting water from the wounds of the hands and feet. As little as I am inclined to image worship, I could not help being much shocked at seeing so sacred a representation applied to such a purpose.

“We have all manner of religious orders and habits here ; friars, priests, nuns, and chanoinesses. The last are not bound by rows, nor forbid to marry; nor has their dress any other distinction than a very becoming ornament of a blue riband, and a garnet cross. The chanoinesses are all ladies of fashion, and must prove their nobility before they can be admitted into the chapter. Two of those who are at Spa are extremely agreeable. One is, I think, the greatest beauty here. The other, who is about eighteen, is rather pretty, and has all the innocence, and all the arch. ness of a little, roguish child. She loves to learn little scraps of English, and some of the gentlemen have tried to make her say, Am I not very pretty? But she is too cunning for them, and will not say any thing that is not properly explained to her. I was lately in company with these two ladies, who were going to a ball; but were hurrying home first, to say their offices. I asked the little countess if it was very long With a dolorous face she answered : * Oui, un bon trois quarts d'heure.- Et qu'est que c'est que votre office? ---Ce sont des prières. - Et quelles prières ?--Je ne sais pai, car c'est tout Latin.Mais au moins on met le Francois an côté ?-Non, ce n'est que latin-linsi tous ne savez pas ce que vous dites ? Non, pus un mot. -Est-ce qu'on appelle cela prier le bon Dieu, de lui adresser des paroles dont on ne sait pas le sens ? The elder chanoinesse looked rather ashamed, and the little countess stared: but at last they both agreed that they did it, t par devoir, et à l'intention de leur fondateur," P. 216

It does not appear, although Mrs. C. was a British virgin herself, that she was partial to an army of virgins, however they might combine the dignity of martyrdom with that of a single state. Her censure of the greatest exportation of such treasure thal ever took place from Britain, is severe ; but perhaps she had no passion for martyrdom. From Cologne she writes :

“ On Saturday we went to see the arsenal, which is not worth seeing, and the church of the eleven thousand virgins. There is a marble figure of St. Ursula, and at the foot the dove which pointed out the spot where her remains were found. The bones of these eleven thousand bien heureuses avunturières ; who never existed but in a Romish calendar, are placed in galleries all over the church. In one of the chapels are about four hundred skulls piled up in great order, and each half covered with

• Yes, a good three quarters of an hour.–And what are these offices of yours ?They are prayers.—And what kind of prayers ?-I don't know; for it is all Latin ; and I don't understand Latin.-But at least the French is put in the margin.—No, there is nothing but Latin. Do you not know then, what you say ?--No, not a word. And is this called praying to God, to address to him words, the meaning of which is unknown!

+ From duty, and in conformity with the design of their founder:


a cap of gold and crimson embroidery. The heads of St. Ursula and some of her principal ladies are enclosed in silver busts, which open at the top, to show the relick, which is covered with pearls, &c. &c.”

What a precious repository of instruction for Dr. Gall, when satiated with investigating the organ of folly in the skulls of the beau monde at Paris!

Mrs. C's character of the late duke of Brunswick, whom she met with at Spa, is extremely favourable to that now departed hero. We agree with Mr P. in the tribute he has paid to his memory, and in the great importance to Europe of a general equally brave, loyal, and incorruptible. May Providence speedily raise up such-and more than such-a deliverer for Europe. “ The prince (I congratulate our princess) is one of the finest young men I ever

and appears to greater advantage the more one has an opportunity of knowing him. The general expression of his countenance is deep thinking, mixed with remarkable sweetness and good nature. His conversation is remarkably sensible, perfectly obliging, and polite. He reads and understands English, but does not yet talk it. However, he spoke a few words to me as I passed by him to night at the ball, and seemed pleased to attempt it." P. 204.

We incline to think that our countrymen are not sufficiently sensible of the moral advantages they derive from their insular situation. Notwithstanding the terms wbich some well wishers to morals adopt when lamenting the depravity which is but too notorious among us, yet we

are of opinion that, comparatively, John Bull is not only an honest fellow, but a good fellow too. That he is far below the standard of rectitude, we frankly confess; but the continent does not every where produce his equal. Great criminals, fleeing from the continent, cannot so easily seek refuge in an island, as where they have only a barrier to pass. Of consequence, they do not import their atrocious dispositions so unrestrainedly among us ; neither can great criminals assure themselves of a ready escape from our island. They are much more likely to be arrested by the hand of justice before they can effect their purpose. So far, then, as a strict execution of justice, and a non-importation of criminal disposition may be supposed to diminish guilt, the sea is a most favoural le protection to our national virtue. Tnose who recollect the advantages taken on the continent, of committing crimes at the very edge of a territorial boundary, in order that the guilty murderer, for instance, may escape in an instant berond the power of his pursuers, will very well understand the practice on which we reason. Mrs. C. shall furnish a remark in point.

“ The territory of Licge,” say's Vis. C. “is a wretched, lawless, undisciplined country, and the more so from its situation, as it is surrounded by many little indepenilent states, so that a criminal mey, in a few hours, take refuge in some oiher dominion, and be quite safe from the por suits of justice. The government is divided between the prince, senate and people. This looks, in description, like liberty; but in reality is inere licentiousness and anarchy, worse evils than the most absolute despotism. Mrs. Montague lias, I think, given a very lively and exact description of this country, by calling it the Seven Dials of Europe."-P. 213.

Returning now to our own island, and safely landing our heroine among her friends, we s! all transcribe the sentiments of this judicious writer, on persons and circumstances better known to the fritish publick. There is something honest in the frank avowal of that partiality to our native country, which is in fact, a dictate of nature ; a prejudice implanted for the wisest purposes in the human breast We pity the man who has seen the continent, and does not return to Britain with heartfelt gratulationWe know, indeed, that various places abroad have many recommendations ; but our judgment must be determined, and it is determined, by what is

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