* Vox populi, vox dei. As Mr. Godwin truly observes of a more famous saying, of some merit as a popular maxim, but totally destitute of philosophical accuracy. + Quasi, Qui valet verba :—i. c. all the words which have been, are, or may be expended by, for, against, with, or on him. A sufficient proof of the utility of this history. Peter's progenitor who selected this name seems to have possessed a pure anticipated cognition of the nature and medesty of this ornament of his posterity. After these ghastly rides, he caine Home to his heart, and found from thence Much stolen of its accustomed flame; His thoughts grew weak, drowsy, and lane Of their intelligence. To Peter's view, all seemed one hue; Une single point in his belief So thought Calvin and Dominic ; So think their fierce successors, who His morals thus were undermined :- So in his Country's dying face He looked and lovely as she lay, Seeking in vain his last embrace, Wailing her own abandoned case, With hardened sneer he turned away: And coolly to his own soul said ;- Her shroud for a new sheet I'll take. "My wife wants one.-Let who will bury This mangled corpse! And I and you, My dearest Soul, will then make merry, As the Prince Regent did with Sherry,Ay-and at last desert me too." A famous river in the new Atlantis of the Dynasto phylic Pantisocratists. See the description of the beautiful colours produced during the agonising death of a number of trout, in the fourth part of a long poem in blank verse, published within a few years. That poem contains curious evidence of the gradual hardening of a strong but circumscribed sensibility, of the perversion of a penetrating but panic. stricken understanding. The author might have derived a lesson which he had probably forgotten from these sweet and sublime verses. This lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide, + Nature. THE Devil now knew his proper eue.- "Pray find some cure or sinecure ; To feed from the superfluous taxes, A friend of ours-a poet-fewer Have fluttered tamer to the lure Than he." His lordship stands and racks his Stupid brains, while one might count As many beads as he had boroughs,— "It happens fortunately, dear Sir, No pledge from you, that he will stir That he'll be worthy of his hire.” These words exchanged, the news sent off It is curious to observe how often extremes meet. Cobbett and Peter use the same language for a different purpose: Peter is indeed a sort of metrical Cobbett. Cobbett is, however, more mischievous than Peter, because he pollutes a holy and now unconquerable cause with the principles of legitimate murder; whilst the other only makes a bad one ridiculous and odious. If either Peter or Cobbett should see this note, each will feel more indignation at being compared to the other than at any censure implied in the moral perversion laid to their charge. AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,- Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, |