graduated scale of violence and cruelty. He considers every rich man as an oppressor, and every person in a lower situation as the victim of avarice, and the slave of aristocratical insolence and contempt. These truths he declares loudly, not to excite compassion, or to soften the consciousness of superiority in the higher, but for the purpose of aggravating discontent in the inferior orders.

A human being, in the lowest state of penury and distress, is a treasure to a reasoner of this cast. He contemplates, he examines, he turns him in every possible light, with a view of extracting from the variety of his wretchedness, new topics of invective against the pride of property. He indeed (if he is a true Jacobin), refrains from relieving the object of his compassionate contemplation; as well knowing, that every diminution from the general mass of human misery, must proportionably diminish the force of his argument.

This principle is treated at large by many authors: it is versified in sonnets and elegies without end. We trace it particularly in a poem by the same author from whom we borrowed our former illustration of the Jacobin doctrine of crimes and punishments. In this poem the pathos of the matter is not a little relieved by the absurdity of the metre. We shall not think it necessary to transcribe the whole of it, as our imitation does not pretend to be so literal as in the last instance, but merely aspires to convey some idea of the manner and sentiment of the original.

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One stanza, however, we must give, lest we should be suspected of painting from fancy, and not from life.

The learned reader will perceive that the metre is Sapphic, and affords a fine opportunity for his scanning and proving, if he has not forgotten them.

Cold was the night wind: drifting fast the snows fell,

Wide were the downs, and shelterless and nākĕd:

When ǎ poor wand'rer struggled on her journey
Weary and way-sōre.

This is enough: unless the reader should wish to be informed

how

Fast o'er the bleak heath rattling drōve ǎ chariot;

or how, not long after,

Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complaining—

ōn went the hōrseman.

We proceed to give our imitation, which is of the Amabæan or Collocutory kind.

IMITATION.

SAPPHIC S.

The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-grinder.

FRIEND OF HUMANITY.

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NEEDY

EEDY Knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order—

Bleak blows the blast;-your hat has got a hole in't,

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So have your breeches!

Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones,

Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike

-road, what hard work 'tis crying all day," Knives and

"Scissars to grind O!"

“Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives?

Did some rich man tyrannically use you?

Was it the squire? or parson of the parish?

Or the attorney?

"Was it the squire, for killing of his game? or
Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining?
Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little

All in a lawsuit ?

"(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?)

Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids,

Ready to fall, as soon as you have told your

Pitiful story."

KNIFE-GRINDER.

"Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir,

Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,

This

poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were

Torn in a scuffle.

"Constables came up for to take me into

Custody; they took me before the justice ;

Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish

-Stocks for a vagrant.

"I should be glad to drink your Honour's health in

A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence ;

But for my part, I never love to meddle

With politics, sir."

FRIEND OF HUMANITY.

"I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damn'd first

Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeanceSordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,

Spiritless outcast!"

[Kicks the Knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a

transport of Republican Enthusiasm and Universal

Philanthropy.]