yours,

"The entrance into the sublime edifice prepared to receive them, their attendants, and all the brother and sister- || hood-the captain boy and most distinguished maiden of each school decked either with a cocked or laced hat, gold or silver medals, tassels, and other honorary badges, placed the figures in another point of view. The whole juvenile association seated in their places of eminence in goodly rows-the glow of health-the grace of order-the modesty of apparel, preserving general resemblance, yet each little department exhibiting its distinction, as to the colour of robes, coats, jackets, bonnets, hats, caps, ribbons, and other simple ornaments, and the arrangement of all these with the different emblems, ensigns, and insignia, deepened the interest of this tender picture of real life, and brought it closer under the eye, and warmer upon the heart. "But what will be the emotions of a mind like my friend, when you reflect that this happens at a moment when ravenous WAR is again opening his jaws, when he is again edging his sword, casting his ball, and giving every other note of dreadful preparation; even when he is mustering all his horrible powers to rend asunder the softest and the strongest bonds of society; and ere the return of another anniversary of this sublime and benevolent review of the springing youth of this country, when perhaps the desolation and death of twice as many thousands as I have now placed under your delighted view shall be torn in pieces. O! were any of those frozen politicians who are the agents, or those burning heroes who are the instruments-were indeed, any man less greedy of human blood than that wolfdog of France, Robespierre, to be seated beside the humble Gleaner under the dome of St. Paul's, and take a moral and religious, a tender and affectionate, instead of a military survey of this truly soul-touching association of human beings, in whose minds there has been as yet inculcated no lessons but those of peace and good-will towards men, and to hear no notes but those of praise and thanksgiving to God-were any of the splendid scourges of society, of whatever description, who call themselves-often without any good cause the honour and glory of a country, and who are chronicled as such by the prostituted muse—were they to hear the heaven-devoted organ, whose sacred sounds lift us above the earth, instead of the obstreperous voice of the trumpet, and the thunder of the drum-instruments not intended to elevate the soul, or to lift up the spirit but to deface, to depopulate, and to destroy-surely the war-makers, on whose heads and hearts the weight of responsibility must fall-the warriors themselves are but instruments surely would be taught, at least the virtue of discretion. Ah! indulge awhile, my friend, a lover of peace; allow for the overflowings of a heart filled at the instant that he pencils these thoughts in the midst of the benevolent, the affecting congregation which are now gathering together. And pardon him, ye proud ones, if he contemplates with more reverence, the ministers who are now placing the tender rows in goodly order; if he feels

"Your mild and benevolent spirit, my friend, will enter into the contrast. Examine it. On one side the ministers of peace are watching their endearing charges, nourishing and fencing the buds from every annoyance: on the other, behold they have recently come from cutting down the blossoms of life. Thousands upon thousands of the tears of gratitude and joy, are fallen from the eyes of the fathers, mothers, and other kindred now assembled in the church, as they hear the protected little ones join in the soul-lifting anthem to the Ged of pity and of love; and those thousands trebled, of sons, of sires, and of every other human affinity, are dropping their tears likewise-but from far different sensations, and far different motives-for sons, brothers, husbands, and lovers, cut off in the flower of their youth; and while the TE DEUM of conquest is sung by the one party, the MISERERE MEI of lainentation is poured forth on the other.

"In the very instant that I make this reflection, one of the charity children near me faints from the heat, and falls from her rank into the arms of the attendant matron. How does this circumstance assist the contrast. A sick child out of so many surrounding thousands drops from her rauk, and not an eye within reach of the distress, but is turned towards the child.

"What numbers are watching the progress of its recovery. Alternately as I survey the condition of the child, and bend my eye to the paper to describe it, I am myself an eye witness to this little incident of great account to my present subject, and to national humanity. And I perceive the public mind cannot be charmed from its tender sensations either by the organ or by the sweet voices that are chaunting to it, even though their joining in the GLORIA PATRI chaunted in full chorus to one of the most sublime effusions of the inspired psalmist.

"The sufferer above mentioned is revived, and I have seen the rose return to its natural residence in her cheek, and her soft lips join again in the note, which the gentlemen of the choir are chaunting. Alas! my friend, what is one, what are a thousand men dropping in their ranks, in the field of battle-or if you will, of glory? Alas! where is the eye to weep their fall-where the voice of kindred to soothe their agonies, or the endearing hand to bind up their wounds, or even to know of it-till the disfigured body has mixed untimely with the dust of the earth. To what does all this amount? Alas! nothing. The politician knows that such things have always been, and it is to be feared, ever will be. The critic is disarmed, and by the deep affliction of the truth feels the sterner part of his occupation give way. The philosopher shakes his head, and breathes more than a modern philosopher's sigh. The hero almost weeps at the thought of victory; and the real patriot laments the dire necessity of war, even in a righteous cause; but execrates at the same time the tyrant, whatever be his station, whose ambition riots in the blood of man and in the groans of nature.

"But for the man of PEACE-for the lover of his Kind and of Nature in her smiles-for you my loved friend, and for all like you, I enter awefully into the sanctuary of

every thought and every sensation. Even at this anxious distance, how perfectly do I in mind survey the emotions that I have kindled in your heart, and which I know will rush into your countenance, on perusal of these pages -pages, that though intended to put an end to the gleaning part of our long-maintained, though much interrupted intercourse, may yet perhaps never reach your hand. But if they should you will give a smile of love, and although I know it will be like the sun-ray of April, chilled by a tear, would to heaven you were near enough, for me to see it start to feel it drop-even though it should fall upon the hand of welcome, which my heart would outstretch to receive you! We are citizens of the world, and we would alternately rejoice and grieve together. But alas! swords and cannon, and all the engines of human desolation, which are perhaps again destined to make the

"Green one red,"

draw the rubric line, between us.

"But it must be so. The headlong ambition of one man has sanctioned another edict of blood, and has again "Let slip the dogs of war;"

to make way for whose havock-courage, enterprize, and every other great and daring quality, which once seemed almost proud of their allegiance to this man, and might have been all retained in his service, are to be forfeited. Every generous foe will lament, while he raises the arm to chastise his disdain of all reason and discretion, this lust of dominion. What may be the result of the contest, the ruler of a jarring world alone can tell. INVASION to any effect is to be reckoned almost among the physical impossibilities, for various reasons, besides the one which is twisted with the fibres of every Englishman's heart! But let what will happen, I can truly say in the exquisite words which shall end my letter, and the correspondence to which it is attached :

“Dear, dear friend! it is not in the power of chaises or chariots, to carry you where my affections will not follow you; if I heard you were gone to finish your days in the moon, I should not love you the less; but should contemplate the place of your abode, as often as it appeared in the heavens, and say, farewell, my friend, for ever! Lost, but not forgotten! Live happy in thy lantern, and smoke the remainder of thy pipes in peace! Thou art rid of earth, at least of all its cares, and so far can I rejoice in thy removal; and as to the cares that are to be found in the moon, I am resolved to suppose them lighter than those below-heavier they can hardly be. "Farewell!"

We shall now take our leave of this publication. We evidently shall have the misfortune to differ from the author's opinion, although we may be found among the number of those critics, who, in his preface, he despises with a confident superiority. It would have afforded us far more pleasure to have ranked in his corps, as we have, in other places and at other times, borne testimony to the ingenuity of his writings; but in the case of works compiled from such materials as the present, we have a paramount duty to discharge, immediately for the public, and ultimately for the cause of Literature.

R.

trifles please us on the road, and we have here abundance of light adventures and anecdotes which cannot be read with sullenness. His Tour, it appears from the title, was very extensive; but in what class of travellers he deserves to be ranked, with respect to the articles of veracity and accuracy, will appear a few passages selected from his Travels in England. It is highly interesting to know what an intelligent foreigner thinks of us, and if we find him speaking truth, we shall easily admit an apology for his prejudices.

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Before he has reached nearer the metropolis than Canterbury, he asserts that roast-beef and beefsteaks are the usual food of Englishmen," and hence, he adds, "their blood becomes thick, and themselves phlegmatic, melancholy, and not unfrequently selfmurderers." On the other hand, however, he says, that "many of the house-doors are made of mahogany and shine like mirrors!" Perhaps both these assertions may be new to our readers.

"The conferences of ministers are held here without any ceremony or parade. At the appointed hour, one minister goes to the other's house on foot, and drest only in a plain frock; the host receives them in his surtout, orders tea, and after dismissing the servants, enters upon the discussion of the most important political affairs."-In Vauxhall," on an eminence stands a marble statue of Milton, and farther on there is an obelisk and a Chinese garden.""The orchestra generally plays favourite airs of the English; and some of the best actors and actresses of the London theatres sing here; and the auditors frequently throw money to them, as a sign of their approbation."

All this, likewise, will be new to our readers, and let it speak for itself. we are much afraid that the following extract-but

"A ball or concert is here so rare a phenomenon, that even the newspapers speak of them; but among us it is an inviolable custom, to be either continually out a visiting or to receive company at home. The Englishman on the contrary looks for happiness at home, and rarely wishes to have witnesses of his domestic felicity. And what are the consequences of this continual gadding about? Fashionable ladies, who are always upon the public stage, are anxious only to acquire theatrical virtues; to dress with taste, to walk with an enchanting step, to ogle and smile with a winning grace, is the only merit, the attainment of which is thought worth aiming at by such ladies as are always in company, and only sleep and dress at home. To-day there is a supper, to-morrow a ball;-the dancing continues till morning; can it then be expected, that domestic duties should on the following day engage their attention? Not so the English ladies: educated for a domestic life, they early acquire the inclinations and habits which render even solitude agreeable, and of course become good wives and good mothers. If I step into a house here, in the morning,

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when her consort returns from the counting-house, and the exchange, or comes out of his study, and smiling exclaims, now I am thine, now I am yours again !"

The reader is to recollect that this was written in

the year 1790, at which time, and we wish we could not add, since, English comedies "contain nothing but indecent intrigues and gross caricatures. Here is a little genuine wit, but more buffoonery; and the English Thalia, instead of a gentle smile, greets us with a loud horse-laugh." Let not dramatic writers think they are singular, however, for, "the most recent literature of the English is hardly worthy of notice, they write nothing but middling novels; and the country cannot boast of any poet of eminence. Young and Sterne seem to have closed the scenes of English writers, whose works ensure their immortal fame." Perhaps scenes may be a typographical error for series, but the assertion is equally true either way. On Sunday, we are happy to hear that "every body goes to church." The following description of an old friend is likewise a novelty-John Wilkes, "an old decrepit grey-headed man, who walked upon crutches!" -Our nobility, however, will think themselves indebted to Mr. Karamsin, for the following solution of that difficult problem, how are we ruined? a stranger," says this well-informed traveller, how quiet and domestic a life the English lords lead in the capital, he is at a loss to guess in what manner they dispose of their income; but when he visits their country seats, he will soon be convinced that even the largest revenue, may be insufficient to defray the expences of of them; large palaces, extenmany sive gardens, horses, hounds, rural seats, these are the objects upon which they profusely squander their money. The Russian nobility ruin themselves in the capital, and by travelling; and the Englishman at his country-house. A lord who comes to London, considers himself nearly as a traveller, and therefore thinks that it is unnecessary to invite guests, or give entertainments. He is not ashamed to go in an old coat, and on foot, to dine with the Prince of Wales, or to ride upon a common hack ! &c,"

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"Generosity and benevolence are virtues which the English are supposed to delight in; and it is certain that they succour the unfortunate, when they are convinced of their being really deserving objects. When the contrary is the case, they are inexorable, so sensibly does an attempt to impose upon them hurt their self-love. They are, however, much more charitable in foreign countries than their own; as they take it for granted that in England, where diligence always meets with its reward, an honest industrious man cannot sink into a state of mendicity. Hence a proverb, which is frequently in their mouths-" He who is poor, is not deserving of a better fate." "What a shocking idea which brands poverty as a crime? and how false?".

False indeed! but not more so than the proverb attributed to the English, and the greater number of the extracts we have made, and many more which we might have selected from this tissue of ignorance and inconsistency. What we have copied, however will be a sufficient specimen of the whole, and at the same time guard the reader against the misrepresentations in other parts of the work. Where so much is evidently wrong, it is impossible to read without suspicion, and necessary to suspend every degree of be

lief in such facts as are not confirmed by some writer more capable of accurate observation, and more enamoured of simple truth. R.

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