nifters to form these colonies into inde- "It is not improbable that Government may have charges against the conduct of Spain of a more ferious nature than thole which I have flated, but which it does not choose to make public while negociations are pending. If my reafoning on the juftice and policy of a war with that power be well founded, we fhould engage in it with firmnefs and decifion, and prepare for the temporary privation which the event may create. The preceding pages, which have been the employment of a few hours leifure from other avocations, are fubmitted to the publick with the utmost deference by one who feels the fentiments he has expressed, who is uninfluenced by any confiderations but thofe of the fecurity and profperity of his country; who expects that the measure he contemplates will be found inevitable; and though, from tendernefs to the diftreffes of Spain, it may be reluctantly adopted by his Majelly's Minifters, will, he is perfuaded," ultimately prove highly beneficial to the nterefts of Great Britain." (pp. 44—46. ) But here our Review muft neceffarily be closed. The fagacity of the writer, and the policy of the meafure are both confirmed by the actual fact of Spain having firft declared war. 6: The Dignity of Human Nature, An THE author of this Effay contfoverts the opinion of the writers who exclufively impute to a cultivated education thofe excellencies which human nature is capable of attaining. Educa tion may lift, but it cannot create; and he juftly obferves, that "the weed, though fheltered from the blaft, and fofiered by genial fhowers, can never be improved into a flower." The argumentative part of this little tract is enlivened by feveral interesting hiftoric facts; and a new train of ideas is excited favourable to the dignity of the human character. 7. A Difcourfe on the Chriftian Doctrine of Atonement or Reconciliation of the World to God by Jefus Chrift. By R. Wright. MR. WRIGHT obferves, that in his text, Romans v. 11. not God but men are faid to have received the Atonement or Reconciliation. Chrift fuffered that he might effect it. 8. A New English Spelling Book; or, Key The Fourth Edition. 10. An English Introduction to the Latin WHATEVER tends to facilitate the Inftruction of Youth, deferves berencouragement which thefe "elemean y treatiles appear to have fairly pained. ODE But when the golden orb of day High in the arch of heav'n appears, The fmiling face of Nature cheers, The lowing herds, in peaceful thrọng Shews to the fubjugated mind, The dread, the horror of mankind; Baleful as through the darken'd skies With livid gleam the light'ning flies, Fierce as the fiery torrents flow From the rent mountain's torrid brow, When o'er Sicilia's plain and dæædal tow'rs Etna the ftream of defolation pours, And, far as horror throws th'aftonish'd eye, [ruins lie. The wasted regions round in smoking But din rent far the happy fcene, 'Mid fertile vales and fky ferene, Where rules a King with peaceful way; A people's good his patriot aim; Sheds glowing light and vital flaine; Direct the councils of the Royal breaft. Raifing of vapoury mifts a fleecy hoft, [morn, Nor blow thy whirlwinds to her bright re Nor lamp of Peace to light this clouded, [land, E'en as the trumpets found thro' Albion's When war, dread, hated fiend, forfakes Proclaim ceflation fweet from toil and her ftrand. [pain Bounded the demon's wide and wafteful Ah no, terrific War! ftill o'er the world, reign! In fable pomp his banners are unfurl'd'; Our volunteers are glittering o'er the plain, Our hoftile navies towering plough the main. [high, The fea-beat failors climb their mafts on Their imprecations an the foe they pour, But ye, brave youths, who on your wea- arm'd, [form; From Gallia's ports to take your Isle by For you full many a maid fhall mourn away, And breathe to Love the confecrated figh, mourn, For woes remote, and dangers yet unborn, ours: Where Where Gallia's fwarming legions flee the Thore, [before; Where in long line their ranks were rang'd The fervile peafantry forfook the plain, And fallen nobles form'd the gorgeous train; [rial throne, Where the firft Conful grafp'd th' Impe. Hail'd Royal Pomp, and Law, and Power, his own! [found From fair Italia's realms with awe proThe hoary Pontiff trod in Gallic ground; Of power defpoil'd, subjected to his Lord, He and his priests obey the Imperial word; Invoke on high angelic powers above, "Oh, France! what fcenes are thefe which blaft mine eyes, [to rife; Which call me from the dark, damp grave Was it for this my guiltlefs blood was pour'd, fing fword? And War unfheath'd his broad and waftYou flew where Freedom's ftreaming banners wav'd, [grave? And `turn'd my kingdom to a reeking On my devoted head charg'd many a crime, Done ages paft thro' a long Royal line? Oh, Frenchmen! tis for this I only groan, A proud Ufurper climbs my rightful throne: Wheree'er he towers with horrid ftrides around, See War and Ruin ftamp the defert ground! Nor my poor boy,lodg'd in the narrow tomb, Survives to bear in mind my hapless doom; T' whom my fad injur'd ghoft might tell its wrongs, [own. Fire him to avenge his father's and his But brief-their ftrain'd eyes dazzle with the glare, My faded fenfes with the noontide air! Oh France! thou fickning scene of blood and wrong, I'll fly, I'll hide me in the friendly tomb!" And thou, proud Chief, who with unwearied pain,1 [of Fame; Haft toiling climb'd the rugged mount Frail be the garland woven for thy brow, Enwreath'd by fanguine hands of War and Woe, [o'er, When thy few fleeting days on earth are And the pale fpirit land on Pluto's fhore; There by fad Acheron's dark streamreclin'd, With black remorse mourn many a fable crime; [world, "Done in thy days of Nature" o'er the Ere thou from heights of power and life wert hurl'd; With groans of everlafting forrow mourn, 'Mid tortur'd fpirits, and pale fhades forforn; [and fell, Some rival Cromwells there, who tower'd May ftride gigantic 'crofs the walks of Hell, May greet thee, haughty fpirit, on thy way, And crown thy brows with fulphurous boughs of bay "Hail thou dejected Champion! all hail! Behold thou 'rt loft in forrow and deep wail: [champaign, Thefe are the fields, and this the dark Where we, O Chief, extend our gloomy reign. Thy wars on earth, the bloody battles done, And thy bright sun of power and life gone down, Repofe thee then, tho' not to us be given To "flumber here as in the vales of Heaven." From realms of Death, and fhades of tyrants fallen, [dawn, I upwards fprung where lights celeftial Milton's Paradife Loft. Hail, Britons, hail, thou bright and wef tern far: In Peace majestic, terrible in War! From every clime I turn with love of thee; May Gaul, proud Gaul, behold thy towers fo ftrong, [among! And fear to launch her fleets the deeps Reft on her arms with dark fufpended ire, Cool'd the fierce ardours of the martial fire, Till War, dire fcourge, forfake my native land, And Peace, fweet Peace, from Paradife defcend. LAVINIA. Near Shafton. THE FLOWER GIRL'S CRY. NOME buy my Wood Hare-bells, my [fweet; O take my Carnations and Jeffamines Left their beauties fhould wither, their CCB blip nye buy perfumes fhould die; [tive retreat. Ah! fnatch'd, like myself, from their naO ye, who in pleasure and luxury live, Whofe bofoms would fink beneath half my fad woes; Ah! deign to my cry a kind anfwer to give, And fhed a foft tear for the fate of poor Rofe. Yet, once were my days happy, fweet, and ferene, [pofe; And once have I tafted the balm of ReBut now on my cheek meagre Famine is feen, [Rofe. And Anguish prevails in the bofom of Then buy my Wood Harebells, my Cowflips come buy; . [fweet; O take my Carnations and Jeffamines Left their beauties fhould wither, their perfumes fhould die; [tive retreat. Ah! Inatch'd, like myfelf, from their na TO MEMORY. BY THE SAME. HALL, Memory! celeftial maid, Who lov'ft with Solitude to dwell; Under the mountain's ragged fhade Retir'd within thy penfive cell. O thou, my mingled joy and woe, Sweet fource of every burfting figh! Who bidd'st these filent forrows flow: Hail, heaven-born foothing Memory! The sky is clad in tendereft blue, And Zephyr fpreads his balmy wing; The bending flowret weeps with dew; The bird's foft fong falutes the fpringYet, far retir'd from this gay scene, From Solitude, and thee, I feek My friend's foft figh, her fmile ferene, Her fpeaking eye, her moiftened check Come then, and foothe my labouring heart; Come awful power; come sweeteft maid; O hafte, my Lucia's fmile impart, Ahd leave the mountain's ragged fhade. N THE HARE-BELL... BY THE SAME. Spring's green lap there blooms a In the wild wood's dark embraces; And fhadows fail along the green," And while my lone step prints the dew, I fee her, as, with graceful care, feel her harp's melodious thrill--· trike to my heart-and thence be ftill. I Re-echo'd faithfully. meet her mild and quiet eye, Jrink the warm fpirit of her figh; ee young Love beating at her breaft, and with to mine its pulfes preft; God knows how fervently! uch are the hours of dear Delight; and morn but makes me long for night, And think how fwift the minutes flew, When laft amongst the dropping dew, I wander'd filently. FROM THE SAME. [MET Love wandering o'er the wild, I had a bank of favourite flowers, Ah! wretch! what mifchiefs haft thou done, To him who lov'd thee like a fon! H* BY MASTER T. ROMNEY ROBINSON. ARK! midft the gloom of Lagan's winding fhores, [ftartled earYon mournful knell loud thrills the While freed from life, a much-lov'd Spi[a tear. rit foars, And claims on earth the tribute of See dark December tears his robes of fnow, Cold icy dew his hoary locks deforms, And with th'expiring Year, departing flow, Sighs midft the whirlwind of his rushing ftorms. In Fancy's wreath no gem refplendent [rends fhines Her frantic han the flow'ry girland Funereal Cyprets round her brow the {bands! twines, し |