money, and that they are likely to obtain still less for the little which has been left to them, The factitious honors of, that dangerous elevation of man, called PLACE-generated a forced applause of that minister, after the death of Mr. Fox, which was to me extremely disgusting. There could be no approximation between the characters of a genuine and benevolent statesman, and an arrogant and unfortunate minister, whose boasted merit any ingenious banker, or skilful accomptant, might easily have rivalled. It would have been better, much better, to have told the abused people of England, the extent of their misfortunes, and to have denounced the guilty author of them. The incense paid to the manes of Mr. Pitt derogate from the value of Mr. Fox; and, for my part, I cannot admire the comparative approbation offered by the latter's colleagues in office, or by that celebrated poet, whose charming lays ravish our applause in modern times, but whom the various accomplishments, as a scholar, a genius, an excellent criticin poetry, of Charles James Fox, should long ago have converted,

so as to have prevented him from committing the absurdity of placing, in the same temple, pictures so grossly ill-matched, or of arranging in a cabinet a jewel of inestimable value beside the glaring, but light and perishable composition which assumed its semblance.

When I first had the happiness of knowing Mr. Fox, he had retired, in a great measure, from public life, and was inclining towards the evening of his days. A serene and cloudless magnanimity, respecting the pursuit of power, raised him to an enviable felicity. His habits were very domestic, and his taste for literature peculiarly strong, as well as peculiarly elegant. His love for a country life, and all its simple and never-fatiguing charms, was great. His temper disposed him to enjoy, and never to repine. Had his great powers been employed for the benefit of mankind, in literary composition, and researches after knowledge,(instead of being exhausted in useless debates, when the issue of the contest was always anticipated, and when prejudice and interest gave to a declaiming minister a

superiority, which Reason, poured forth with all the energy and variety of a Demosthenes, could never obtain,) the world, and Europe in particular, would have reaped advantages which his country blindly rejected; and that great mind, which made little impres sion upon a disciplined oligarchical senate, would more efficaciously have operated upon the philosophers, the statesmen, and the patriots of Europe.

At that time of life when other men become more devoted to the pursuits of ambition, or to the mean and universal passion, avarice; and when their characters accordingly become rigid, and unproductive of new sentiments, Mr. Fox had all the sensibility and freshness of youth, with the energetic glow of manhood in its prime. Knowledge of the world had not at all hardened or disgusted him. He knew men, and he pitied rather than condemned them. It was singular to behold such a character in England, whose national propensity favours philosophic reasoning rather than the sensibility of genius. When I first beheld St. Anne's

Hill, the impression was the most agreeEvery thing

able I had ever received.

recalled to my mind the stories of Greece and Rome. I saw a man of a noble family, eminent for his genius and talents---an orator of unrivalled powers---the friend of liberty---the encourager of the fine arts-the classical scholar-I saw him retired to the lovely rural spot he had chosen, and said within me, "This is a character of antiquity; here is genuine greatness." I entered his modest mansion, and found the picture of a youthful mind realized.

St. Anne's Hill is delightfully situated; it commands a rich and extensive prospect, the house is embowered in trees, resting on the side of a hill: its grounds declining gracefully to a road, which bounds them at bottom. Some fine trees are grouped round the house, and three remarkably beautiful ones stand on the lawn; while a profusion of shrubs are distributed throughout with taste and judgment. Here Mr. Fox was the tranquil and happy possessor of about thirty acres of land, and the inmate of a

small but pleasant mansion. The simplicity and benignity of his manners speaking the integrity and grandeur of his character, soon dispelled those feelings of awe which one. naturally experiences on approaching what is very exalted.

I speak of the year 1798, when coercion had become the systematic means of compressing the public mind, but which, by many, was believed to be an artful mode of strengthening ministerial power by that goading vigor, which drives men to warmth and violence, in expressing their feelings in favour of the law and constitution. The vindication of that system stands to this day wholly upon assertion. The unhappy country to which I have the honor and misfortune to belong, was then suffering under this reign of terror. An enthusiastic party aimed at a visionary republic. The example of republican France had heated their imaginations, and led their understandings astray. A wise statesman, by proper concession to all, and a just restoration of rights to Catholics, might have disarmed the nascent con