to prepare an address, in return to his majesty's most gracious message, that communication was followed by the most violent and indecent outrages. The records were again seized. The obnoxious resolutions expunged, partly by the Secretary, and partly by Mr. Douce, and the following insulting memorandum directed to be inserted in the margin of the book." Expunged by his majesty's command, and in the presence of the general assembly."

At the same meeting, the address to his majesty was read, and unanimously approved. This was immediately followed by a series of resolutions, with which, to the utter astonishment of those who were not in the confidence of the party, it was proposed the address should be accompanied. Here, says our vindicator, it becomes necessary to interrupt the current of this relation. A just regard to decorum, and a proper sense of that respect which is due to the person and authority of the sovereign, render it expedient to draw a veil over this part of the proceedings of the general assembly.

On the address and resolutions being presented to the king, at Windsor, by the president, his majesty, after a short interval, was pleased to transmit a second order, addressed to the treasurer, in more explicit terms. Its substance was, "That the motion of the 24th of May, relative to the independence of the council, should be re-entered on the minutes; that all the minutes, resolves, and other transactions, relative to the censure and suspension of the fivemembers, should be expunged from the recollection of the Royal Academy, and that (as it was his majesty's wish to restore peace and harmony) the resolutions passed on the 1st. day of December, should be obliterated from the minutes of the meeting."

"Such then," says our author, "have been the measures, such the policy and final objects of this active and formidable party. Such, on the other hand, has been the conduct of the suspended members of the council, and such the motives and principles by which they have been actuated. Non enim est ulla defensio contra vim optanda; sed nonnum quam est necessaria. Confident in the justice of their cause, it was impossible that they could submit in silence to those imputations under which they have so long and so undeservedly laboured. Attacked, calumniated, disgraced, they have anxiously looked forward to the time when they might be allowed to submit their vindication to the world. That period has at length arrived. It has been shewn by a fair and dispassionate appeal to authentic documents, that their conduct throughout the course of these proceedings was legal, and orderly, and temperate. It has been shewn, that they could not have remained silent and inactive spectators of such repeated and systematic attacks upon the fundamental constitutions of the society, without a manifest breach of trust, without violating the express letter of those engagements which they had deliberately and solemnly subscribed. His majesty, the illustrious founder, the patron, the perpetual guardian of the institution, has been

graciously pleased to express his approbation of their conduct. Supported by this high and distinguished sanction, they submit their cause with confidence to the judgment of their country and the world."

The Antigallican; or, Standard of British Loyalty, Religion, and Liberty; including a Collection of the principal Papers, Tracts, Speeches, Poems, and Songs, that have been published on the threatened Invasion: together with many Original Pieces on the same Subject. 8vo. pp. 500. Price 7s. 6d. Vernor and Hood.

A work happily calculated to rescue from oblivion a variety of the animated productions of our patriotic countrymen, and affording an additional proof to the many that have already been given, of their good sense and sound spirit at a crisis so truly important.

The Pleasures of Nature, or the Charms of Rural Life; with other Poems, by David Carey. 8vo. pp. 164. 4s. 6d. Vernor and Hood.

We cannot deny having received very considerable pleasure from the perusal of this unobtrusive volume, which is evidently the production of a man of taste and talents, and (in the present dearth of poetic genius) claims no trifling share of notice and applause.

The "Pleasures of Nature," (notwithstanding some few inaccuracies) are painted with spirit and feeling. The "Parodies," and "Burlesque Elegies," (particularly the "Farewell to the Muse," and "The Poets Prayer to Apollo,") are entitled to considerable praise; and if the poems in general seldom rise above mediocrity, they have the almost singular merit of never sinking below it.Syr Reginalde, or the Black Tower; a Romance of the 12th Century. With Tales and other Poems, by Edward Wedlake Brayley and William Herbert. 8vo. pp. 168. 7s. Vernor and Hood.

ALTHOUGH the poems in the volume before us were originally (like so many others)" written with no higher aim than to amuse a circle of friends," yet their authors are far from making it a pretext to deprecate the severity of criticism, and even promise, with Burns, if convicted of dullness and consigned to oblivion, to submit to the infliction of their sentence without a murmur.

Our readers, however, we are persuaded, will be too good-natured to put their philosophy to so severe a test. "Syr Reginalde" is a tale of much interest. The "Ghost of the Scrag of Mutton" has genuine humour, and each of the remaining poems in the volume has its appropriate merit.

The Christmas Holidays and Black Monday, or the Boy's Return to School; in blank Verse. By Henry Whitfield, M. A. Fellow of King's College, Cambridge. Highley. 1s. 6d. 1804.

WHEN we lately had the pleasure of reviewing the Allegro of Mr. Whitfield's Muse, under the title of " The Christmas Holidays," we, as Cynthius once served Pitynus, took him by the ear, and whispered a wish to receive from his hand the Penseroso of his subject, which he has here presented to us, and called "Black Monday." From this piece our selections must be short. At p. 28, with a majora canamus, he thus delivers himself:

Grave truths, sublimer strains than these deserve,

And bold the task important truths to tell,
Such as of old inspired Hebrews penn'd,
Such as Isaiah told, and David sung.

The sceptic mind with equal reason doubts
That Rome was sway'd by the first Cæsar's line,
As that a prophet, king, and priest was born.
Rather lay by on shelves fictitious odes,

Which warbling harp might tune to modern song,
Than doubt these sacred truths.

Those passages in a poet which relate immediately to himself, if not impertinently introduced, have a remarkable effect on the mind, and their use is not without distinguished authority. If we were considerably affected by some lines in the latter part of the C. H, we were scarcely less moved by these two verses at p. 20.

In early years I miss'd a mother's pray'r,

And sister's kiss-Friend! who could fill this blank?

These chaste and elegant poems, which reflect so much credit on the education and feelings of their author, now form together an agreeable whole, and, with a preface, sensible, pious, and interesting, are calculated to afford useful instruction, and harmless amusement, even beyond the circle which their title appears to describe. Puerisque canto is Mr. Whitfield's motto: I sing to boys. Be it so; but men may listen and improve.

Speech delivered by Mr. Carr, on Sunday the 17th July, 1803, in the Church of Totness, to the Inhabitants, convened together for the Purpose of taking into Consideration Proposals for rendering the Body of the People instrumental to the general Defence, in Case of Invasion.

FROM this animated, loyal, and pious address, we present our readers with the following extract, as exceedingly creditable to the

speaker, and admirably adapted to the temper and exigency of the present critical moment.

"We are assembled for the impressive purpose of adjusting plans of defence, and for forming ourselves into military bodies, to repel the unsparing enemy who is about to approach our shores. Without a cordial co-operation, and an instantaneous and vivid display of our best exertions, and, above all, of our knowledge of those great and animating duties which have thus suddenly devolved upon us, the abode of our families, this solemn sanctuary, the very temple of our God, in which I am speaking, will, in a few days, be converted into barracks for the accommodation of a desolating and impious banditti. Believe me, we have not one moment to lose.— As our cause is one, be our energies unanimous.-Yes! we have to deal with such an enemy as never yet troubled the world's repose; —an enemy, who might learn lessons of moderation from the greatest and fellest tyrants of antiquity;- -an enemy, terrible in war, and scarcely less destructive in peace; an enemy, before whose high bidding, nations once celebrated for their wisdom and their valour, and famed for their enthusiastic love of pure and exalted liberty, now droop their diminished heads, and, amidst the ruins of their prostrate glory, silently implore of the great God of eternal justice, to transfuse into the souls of those who survive the general havoc, a spirit and an energy, worthy of the holy enterprise of rending the yoke that bends them to the earth; of hurling the remorseless usurper from his throne; and of restoring the victims of his insatiable lust of power to their rank, their liberties and their laws.

"Yes! we are that favoured people. We still are preserved, that they may be saved. To us, and to us alone, is entrusted the magnificent cause of God and man.

"We have been told, that Europe presents no friendly face towards us.-Gracious Heaven! what then, has she become enamoured with outrage, has tyranny any charm for her, can desolation captivate?-no !—no !—no !—-Could we now contemplate her noble heart, we should find it swoln with suppressed, not extinguished indignation; yes! at this moment, she is anxiously waiting the long invoked hour, in which she may freely vent her sacred rage, and pour forth the fury of her hallowed vengeance. The Genius of Liberty, with a voice "deep, though not loud," restrained, but intelligible, invokes the tardy energy of our arms; she pursues us whereever we track the tyrant's destructive course or fatal policy, from the shores of the Archipelago, to the boisterous billows of the Northern ocean.-Yes! after having poured down like a resistless

hurricane, with equal fury upon the gorgeous residence of princes, and the simple shed of the shepherd, he threatens to cover the ocean with his lawless marauders, to pluck

'This precious jewel set in the silver sea;'

But never shall it glitter in the Consular Diadem; never !-never!never!

"Let him then approach our shores! With the righteous cause of millions on our side, we will overwhelm the modern Pharaoh, and his unnumbered host, in those seas which their own blood shall first incarnadine."

The Fury of Discord, a Poem. By John Carr, Esq. Author of "The Stranger in France." 4to. 1s. Trewman, Exeter; Hatchard, London. 1803.

Ir is difficult to decide which breathes the nobler strain of enthusiastic ardour in the cause of his country, Mr. Carr's poetry or his prose: in both, he is anxious to augment, though but "by a single drop, that torrent of patriotism which at first stunned and astonished, by the sublimity of its unexpected force and magnitude, those at whose command it rushed from its unnumbered sources."

After tracing, briefly, the desolating and impious career of the French usurper, under the influence of the " Fury of Discord," Mr. Carr strikes these animating sounds from his Tyrtæan Lyre.

The sound is gone forth--'tis recorded above,

To the mountain it spread from the vale;

"Our GOD, and our KING, and our COUNTRY we love,
And for them we will die or prevail,"

Then hasten the day, if thy threat be sincere,
Let the winds blow thy Miriads along,
Then soon may thy boasted Armada appear,
And our rocks catch thy death-breathing song.

Thy guardian, foul deity! hideous with crime,

Shall view, as she moves to our shore,

The GENIUS of BRITAIN, mild, brave, and sublime,
And shall boast her achievements no more..