to produce, is thus well delineated by the conductors them felves:

"On an average of feveral papers, we find the lies which have been detected to amount to fix, and the mifreprefentations and mif. takes to an equal number;—this furnishes a total of twelve, which, multiplied by thirty-five, the number of the last Anti-Jacobin, gives a total of four hundred and twenty.

"If we now take the number of fubfcribers (2,500) and multiply them by feven, a number of which every one's family may be rea fonably fuppofed to confift, we fhall have a product of 17,500; but as many of thefe have made a practice, which we highly approve, and cannot too carneftly recommend, of lending our papers to their poorer neighbours, we must make an addition to the fum, which we, evidently, take too low at 32,500, We have thus an aggregate of 50,000 people, a most respectable minority of the readers of the whole kingdom, who have been put effectually on their guard by our humble, though earnest, endeavours, against the artifices of the feditious, and the more open attacks of the profligate and abandoned foes of their conftitution, their country, and their God.

"Farther, if we multiply 50,000, the number of readers, by 420, the exact number of falfehoods detected---fay 500---for we ought to take in bye-blows, and odd refutations in notes, &c.---the total of twenty-five millions will reprefent the aggregate of falsehoods which we have fent out of the world." P.621.

We can only lament that these beneficial exertions were not continued, for, forry we are to say, that the moment the antidote ceafed to be adminiftered, the poifon began to circulate with its pristine rapidity; and the Jacobin prints have become as profligate as ever. We do not mean, however, by this obfervation, to impute the smallest blame to the conductors of the Anti-Jacobin; for they certainly fulfilled their engagement to the public, by continuing their labours to the end of the feffion of Parliament.

Among the many masterly productions which these volumes exhibit it is difficult to felect any one that rises so far above the reft as to merit particular dift nction. The most proper for quotation would be the excellent letter of Gato, on the Manners and Character of the Age; not because we think it fuperior, as a compofition, to many others, but because it embraces a fubject of, perhaps, more permanent interest, and more unconnected with other parts of the book. Its length, however, unfortunately, precludes the poffibility of giving it. This letter was written in anfwer to one figned Mucius, (noticed in our Review of "The Beauties of the Anti-Jacobin,") which has been omitted in the volumes before us.

Detector's

Detector's Letters are distinguished for their able confutation of the falfehoods circulated by the Jacobin writers, refpecting the pretended treaties of Pavia and Pilnitz; which, though they had been before expofed in different political tracts, were never, till very lately, contradicted by authority! The Letter, (in Vol. II. P. 563,) figned A Church of England Man, contains fome excellent remarks refpecting the importance that must attach to the "characters of individuals, who are called upon to fill public fituations." In this refpect, as in fo many others, the conductors of the Anti-Jacobin had a decided fupe riority over their adverfaries; for men of more spotlefs characters never stood forth in defence of religion, virtue, and focial order.

The "Weekly Examiner" formed a moft useful part of the paper, and was conducted folely by one gentleman, whofe talents in that, and in one other, line of compofition, ftand unrivalled. The poetry is well characterized by the editor of the "Beauties," noticed in a former part of this number,* and we shall extract fome paffages from the laft poem, entitled, "New Morality," in fupport of his judgement-a poem which fupplied us with the fubject of a fatyrical print for our first number, and which we then ftated to be the Cygnea Cantiot of the conductors. We fhall begin with an elegant tribute of juftice, contained in the following admonitory strains to the claffical author of the Baviad and Mæviad :

"Bethink thee, G------rd; when fome future age Shall trace the promise of thy playful page ;--

The hand which brush'd a fwarin of fools away

Should rouze to grafp a more reluctant prey !'...
Think then, will pleaded indolence excufe

The tame feceffion of thy languid mufe?

"Ah! where is now that promife? why fo long Sleep the keen fhafts of fatyr and of fong?

* P. 304.

+We hope "the young gentlemen of the Morning Chronicle," whofe profound erudition and vaft geographical knowledge are fo frequently celebrated in these volumes, will not be here led to commit the fame error which Buder committed, refpecting a production of Leland's, whofe Cygnea Cantio he mistook for a Hiftory of Kent, (See Buder's enlarged edition of the Selecta Bibliotheca Hiftorica of Struvius, in two Vols. 8vo. Vol. I. P. 566.) and thence infer fome malicious allufion to the evidence of their patrons, delivered at Maidftone. Reviewer.

"See the motto prefixed to The Baviad,' a fatyrical poem, by W. Gifford, Efq. unquestionably the best of its kind, fince the day's of Pope.",

Oh!

Oh! come, with Taste and Virtue at thy fide,
With ardent zeal inflamed, and patriot pride;
With keen poetic glance direct the blow,
And empty all thy quiver on the foe :---

No paufe--no reft---'till weltering on the ground

The poifonous Hydra lies, and pierc'd with many a wound." P.624.

May the fpirited bard fpeedily obey the friendly call! Mr. G. has long been engaged in a tranflation of Juvenal, which, from fuch a pen, must be a rich treat indeed to the claffical and poetical world. This work has, we believe, been fome time finished; but the author, ever indulgent to the works of others, where good intention happens to combine with feeble execution, is unreasonably faftidious with his own. We can make allowances for all proper attention to the preservation of a high reputation moft honourably acquired, but we wish this truly estimable writer, in return, to have fome consideration for the impatience of those whofe eagernefs to fee his promised production arifes from the fentiments infpired by the perusal of his former publications.

The delineation of modern candour, in P. 629, is admirable; but the wife caution contained in the following admonition to our country, entitles it to a marked preference over every other paffage :

"Britain beware; nor let th' infidious foe,

Of force defpairing, aim a deadlier blow.

Thy peace, thy ftrength, with devilish wiles affail,
And when her arms are vain, by arts prevail.

True, thou art rich, art powerful !---thro' thine ifle
Industrious skill, contented labour, smile;

Far feas are ftudded with thy countless fails;

What wind but wafts them, and what shore but hails!
True, thou art brave !---o'er all the bufy land
In patriot ranks embattled myriads ftand;
Thy foes behold with impotent amaze,
And drop the lifted weapon as they gaze!

"But what avails to guard each outward part,
If fubtleft poifon, circling at thy heart,
Spite of thy courage, of thy pow'r, and wealth,
Mine the found fabric of thy vital health?

"So thine own oak, by some fair streamlet's fide,
Waves its broad arms, and fpreads its leafy pride,
Tow'rs from the earth, and, rearing to the skies
It's confcious ftrength, the tempeft's wrath defies.
It's ample branches fhield the fowls of air,
To its cool fhade the panting herds repair....

The

The treacherous current works its noifeiefs way,---
The fibres loofen, and the roots decay;
Proftrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all

That shar'd its shelter, perish in its fall." P. 637.

Our last extract contains an animated eulogy on the genius, the talents, and political wifdom, of Mr. Burke, and concludes with fome falutary advice to Britons, on a due attention to which the prefervation of their happinefs as a people, and of their independence as a nation, muft effentially depend :

"O thou!-lamented fage!-whofe prefcient fcan Pierc'd thro' foul anarchy's gigantic plan,

Prompt to incredulous hearers to difclofe

The guilt of France, and Europe's world of woes ;-
Thou, on whose name pofterity fhall gaze,
The mighty fea-mark of thefe troubled days!
O large of foul, of genius unconfin'd,

Born to delight, inftruct, and mend mankind!-
Burke! in whofe breast a Roman ardour glow'd;
Whofe copious tongue with Grecian richness flow'd;
Well haft thou found (if fuch thy country's doom)
A timely refuge in the fheltering tomb!

"As, in far realms, where Eastern Kings are laid,
In pomp of death, beneath the cyprefs fhade,
The perfum'd lamp with unextinguish'd light

Flames thro' the vault, and cheers the gloom of night :-
So, mighty Burke! in thy fepulchral urn,

To fancy's view, the lamp of truth fhall burn.
Thither late times fhall turn their reverent eyes,
Led by thy light, and by thy wifdom wife."

"There are, to whom (their tafte fuch pleasures cloy)
No light thy wifdom yields, thy wit no joy.
- Peace to their heavy heads, and callous hearts,
Peace-fuch as floth, as ignorance imparts!-
Pleas'd may they live to plan their country's good,
And crop with calm content their flow'ry food!

"What tho' thy venturous fpirit lov'd to urge
The labouring theme to reafon's utmost verge,
Kindling and mounting from th' enraptur'd fight ;-
Still anxious wonder watch'd thy daring flight!
...While vulgar fouls, with mean malignant ftare
Gaz'd up, the triumph of thy fall to share!
Poor triumph! price of that extorted praise,
Which ftill to daring genius envy pays.

"Oh! for thy playful fmile,---thy potent frown,
T'abafh bold vice, and laugh pert folly down!

;

So fhould the mufe, in humour's happiest vein,
With verfe that flow'd in metaphoric ftrain,
And apt allufions to the rural trade,
Tell, of what wood young Jacobins are made
How the skill'd gardener grafts with niceft rule
The flip of Coxcomb, on the flock of Fool ;---
Forth in bright bloffom bursts the tender sprig,
A thing to wonder at---perhaps a Whig-
Should tell, how wife cach half-fledg'd pedant prates
Of weightieft matters, grave diftinctions ftates
That rules of policy, and public good,

In Saxon times were rightly understood;

That Kings are proper, may be useful things,
But then fome gentlemen object to Kings;
-That in all times the Minifter's to blame;
-That British Liberty's an empty name,
Till each fair burgh, numerically free,
Shall choofe its members by the rule of three.

"So fhould the mufe, with verfe in thunder cloth'd,
Proclaim the crimes by God and Nature loath'd,
Which-when fell poifon revels in the veins---
(That poifon fell, which frantic Gallia drains
From the crude fruit of freedom's blafted tree)
Blot the fair records of humanity.

"To feebler nations let proud France afford Her damning choice-the chalice or the fword,To drink or die ;-oh fraud! oh fpecious lie! Delufive choice! for if they drink, they die.

"The fword we dread not :---of ourselves fecure, Firm were our strength, our peace and freedom fure.Let all the world confederate all its pow'rs,

Be they not back'd by those that fhould be ours,' High on his rock fhall Britain's Genius ftand, Scatter the crouded hofts, and vindicate the land.

"Guard we but our own hearts: with conftant view To antient morals, antient manners true,

True to the manlier virtues, such as nerv'd

Our father's breafts, and this proud ifle preferv'd

For many a rugged age :-and fcorn the while,
Each philofophic Atheist's fpecious guile.-
The foft feductions, the refinements nice,

Of gay morality, and eafy vice :

So fhall we brave the ftorm ;-our 'stablish'd pow'r

Thy refuge, Europe, in fome happier hour.

-But, French in heart-tho' victory crown our brow,

Low at our feet tho' proftrate nations bow,

Wealth gild our cities, commerce croud our shore,

London may fhine, but England is no more." P. 637—640.