Bids brandied cherries,* by infusion slow, Imbibe new flavour, and their own forego, * It is a singular quality of brandied cherries, that they exchange their flavour for that of the liquor in which they are immersed.-See Knight's Progress of Civil Society. No. XXII. TO THE April 9. EDITOR OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN. SIR, I saw, with strong approbation, your Specimen of ancient Sapphic Measure in English, which I think far surpasses all that Abraham Fraunce, Richard Stanyhurst, or Sir Philip Sidney himself, have produced in that style—I mean, of course, your sublime and beautiful Knife-grinder, of which it is not too high an encomium to say, that it even rivals the efforts of the fine-ear'd Democratic Poet, Mr. Southey. But you seem not to be aware, that we have a genuine Sapphic Measure belonging to our own language, of which I now send you a short specimen. I THE JACOBIN. AM a hearty Jacobin, Who own no God, and dread no sin, Ready to dash through thick and thin For Freedom: And when the Teachers of Chalk Farm Gave Ministers so much alarm, And preach'd that Kings did only harm, I fee'd 'em. By Bedford's cut I've trimm'd my locks, Of thumpers: My eye a noble fierceness boasts, My voice as hollow as a ghost's, My throat oft wash'd by Factious Toasts Whatever is in France, is right; ̧ Terror and blood are my delight; Parties with us do not excite Enough rage. Our boasted Laws I hate and curse," Bad from the first, by age grown worse, I pant and sigh for univers-* al suffrage. Wakefield I love adore Horne Tooke, And hope that they, by hook or crook * This division of the word, is in the true spirit of the English as well as the ancient Sapphic.-See the Counter-scuffle, Counter-rat, and other Poems in this style. But they deserve the worst of ills, And all the abuse of all our quills, Who form'd of strong and gagging Bills A cross pair. Extinct since then each Speaker's fire, Dum-founded they who I would hire On which conviction nightly hung, † And Thelwall looks, though yet but young, A spectre. B. O. B. * There is a doubt, whether this word should not have been written Liar. + These words, of conviction and hanging, have so ominous a sound, it is rather odd they were chosen. No. XXIII. April 16. WE E cannot better explain to our Readers, the design of the Poem from which the following Extracts are taken, than by borrowing the expressions of the Author, Mr. HIGGINS, of St. Mary Axe, in the letter which accompanied the manuscript. We must premise, that we had found ourselves called upon to remonstrate with Mr. H. on the freedom of some of the positions laid down in his other Didactic Poem, the PROGRESS of MAN; and had in the course of our remonstrance, hinted something to the disadvantage of the new principles which are now afloat in the world; and which are, in our opinion, working to much prejudice to the happiness of mankind. To this, Mr. H. takes occasion to reply "What you call the new principles, are, in fact, nothing less "than new. They are the principles of primeval nature, the "system of original and unadulterated man. "If you mean by my addiction to new principles, that the object which I have in view in my larger Work (meaning the "PROGRESS OF MAN), and in the several other concomitant and subsidiary Didactic Poems which are necessary to complete my 66 66 ❝ plan, is to restore this first, and pure simplicity; to rescue and |