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in those of all Europe ; and that, by sacrificing our honour and our consequence, we should have inflicted a fatal wound on or Prosperity and endangered our very existence as a Nation.


To the Editor of the Anti-Jacobin.

Saturday, March 3. I have to acknowledge my obligations to you, for your early attention to my last Letter. And as every man is of importance to himself, I cannot help indulging the idea, that the publication of it may have « done the State some service.”

Be that as it may, I lose not a moment in expressing to you the satisfaction which I feel at the intelligence that just now reaches me, of the departure of the French Agent to whom I particularly alluded.

If this intelligence be true, the whole Scheme (which I endeavoured to develope to you, and which I had reason to know was in agitation) is completely dejoué. So much the better for the Country.



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ARGUMENT. Venus is represented as bringing to the Poet, while sleeping,

ber Son Cupid, with a request tbat be would teacb bim Pastoral Poetry-Bion complies, and endeavours to teach bim the rise and progress of that Art:-Cupid laugbs at bis Instructions, and in bis turn teacbes bis Master the Loves of Men and Gods, the Wiles of his Mother, &c.— Pleased with bis Lessons,says Bion, “ I forgot wbat I Lately taught Cupid, and recollect in its stead, only wbat Cupip taugbt me."


Scarce had sleep my eyes o'erspread,
Ere Alecto sought my bed ;
In her left hand a torch she shook,
And in her right led J-NH-NET-KE.

o Thou ! who well deserv'st the Bays,
Teach him, she cried, Sedition's Lays-
She said, and left us; 1, poor fool,
Began the wily Priest to school ;
Taught him how M-RA sung of lights
Blown out by Troops o'stormy nights;
How E-SK-E, born on Rapture's wings,
At Clubs and Taverns sweetly sings
Of Self-while yawning Whigs attend
Self first, last, midst, and without end;
How B-DF-D pipe'd, ill-fated Bard !
Half-drown’d, in empty Palace-yard ;
How L-SD--NE, Nature's simple Child,
At B-W-d trills his wood-notes wild-


How these and more (a phrenzied Choir)
Sweep with bold hand Confusion's Lyre,
Till madd’ning crowds around them storm
T-KE stood silent for a while,
Listening with sarcastic smile ;
Then in Verse of calmest flow,
Sung of Treasons, deep and low,
Of Rapine, Prisons, Scaffolds, Blood,
Of War against the Great and Good;
Of Venice, and of Genoa's doom,
And fall of unoffending Rome;
Of Monarchs from their Station hurl'd,
And one waste, desolated World.
Charm'd by the magic of his tongue,
I lost the Strains I lately sung,
While those he taught, remain impress’d
For ever on my faithful breast. .

Something like the same idea seems to have dictated the following Stanzas, which appear to be a loose Imitation of the beautiful Dialogue of HORACE and LYDIA, and for which, though confessedly in a lower style of Poetry, and conceived rather in the slang, or Brentford : dialect, than in the classical Doric of the foregoing Poem, we have many thanks to return to an ingenious Academical Correspondent.


F. WHEN erst I coalesced with NORTH,

And brought my Indian Bantling forth,
In place- I smild at Faction's storm,
Nor dreamt of Radical Reform.


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T. While yet no patriot project pushing

Content I thump's Old Brentford's cushion,
I pass'd my life so free and gaily ;
Not dreaming of that d d Old Bailey.

F. Well! now my favourite Preacher's Nickle,

He keeps for Pitt a rod in pickle;
His gestures fright th’astonish'd gazers,
His sarcasms cut like Packwood's Razors,


T. Tbelwall's my man for State Alarm;

I love the Rebels of Chalk Farm ;
Rogues that no Statutes can subdue,
Who'd bring the French, and head them too.

F. A whisper in your ear, 1-bn H-m,

For one great end we both were born,
Alike we roar, and rant, and bellow-
Give us your hand, my honest Fellow.


Charles, for a Shuffler long I've known thee :
But come-for once, I'll not disown thee ;
And since with patriot zeal thou burnest,
With thee I'll live—or hang in earnest,


The HAMBURGH Mails which have arrived since the date of our last Number, and the French Papers, which have been received up to the 24th of February, furnish but little additional Intelligence; little whereon it is possible to found a distinct or rational Speculation, as to

the the ultimate issue of the various and complicated discussions in which the interests, and, in many cases, the existence of the Nations of Europe are involved.

Under such circumstances, we confine ourselves to the stating briefly the few Facts which come to us from such authority as we cannot doubt; together with such opinions as appear to be most currently received on the Continent: without attempting at the present moment to combine those Facts into a System, of whatever kind ; and without pledging ourselves for the validity of Opinions, which must have been formed in a great measure on variable and uncertain grounds, and which the death or removal of a single individual, or the events of a single day at Paris, might overturn from their foundation.

At Rastadt, the French Plenipotentiaries TREILHARD and Bonnier have given their Reply to the Note of the DEPUTATION of the EMPIRE, the substance whereof was stated in our last Number. In this Reply, they peremptorily refuse any Explanation whatever, as to the extent of the Sacrifices which they had it in contemplation to demand from the Empire. Such an Explanation, they contend, could only “ complicate questions, and retard “ the conclusion of the Negotiation, instead of accelera“ ting it.” They presume that it is enough for the Deputation to know, in the first instance, that all the possessions of the Princes of the Empire on the Left Bank of the Rhine, are to be ceded to France. This Cession once made, it will be time enough to talk of the Indemnifications to be found on the Right Bank of the Rhine, for the Princes so stript of their Territories, a question which it would be premature to agitate, while the Cession itself is yet undetermined. “ La cession de ce qui est au-delà du Rhin, voilà la base : l'indemnité sur la

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