favourite of the Muses, and distinguished him from the " vulgar

throng."

The poet in all ages has despised riches and grandeur.

The Jacobin poet improves this sentiment into a hatred of the rich and the great.

The poet of other times has been an enthusiast in the love of his native soil.

The Jacobin poet rejects all restriction in his feelings. His love is enlarged and expanded so as to comprehend all human kind. The love of all human kind is without doubt a noble passion: it can hardly be necessary to mention, that its operation extends to Freemen, and them only, all over the world.

The old poet was a warrior, at least in imagination; and sung the actions of the heroes of his country, in strains which "made "Ambition Virtue," and which overwhelmed the horrors of war in its glory.

The Jacobin poet would have no objection to sing battles too -but he would take a distinction. The prowess of Buonaparte, indeed, he might chant in his loftiest strain of exultation. There we should find nothing but trophies, and triumphs, and branches of laurel and olive, phalanxes of Republicans shouting victory, satellites of despotism biting the ground, and geniusses of Liberty planting standards on mountain-tops.

But let his own country triumph, or her allies obtain an advantage, straightway the "beauteous face of war" is changed; the

pride, pomp, and circumstance" of victory are kept carefully out of sight—and we are presented with nothing but contusions and amputations, plundered peasants, and deserted looms. Our poet points the thunder of his blank verse at the head of the recruiting serjeant, or roars in dithyrambics against the lieutenants of press-gangs.

But it would be endless to chase the coy Muse of Jacobinism through all her characters. Mille habet ornatus. The Mille decenter habet, is perhaps more questionable. For in whatever disguise she appears, whether of mirth or of melancholy, of piety or of tenderness, under all disguises, like Sir John Brute in woman's clothes, she is betrayed by her drunken swagger and ruffian

tone.

In the poem which we have selected for the edification of our Readers, and our own imitation, this day, the principles which are meant to be inculcated speak so plainly for themselves, that they need no previous introduction.

INSCRIPTION

for the Apartment in Chepstow Castle, where HENRY MARTEN, the Regicide, was imprisoned thirty years.

FOR

Or thirty years secluded from mankind

Here MARTEN linger'd. Often have these walls

Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread

He paced around his prison; not to him
Did Nature's fair varieties exist;

He never saw the sun's delightful beams

Save when through yon high bars he pour'd a sad
And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime?
He had REBELL'D AGAINST THE KING, AND SAT
IN JUDGMENT ON HIM; for his ardent mind
Shaped goodliest plans of happiness on earth,
And peace and liberty. Wild dreams! but such
As Plato loved; such as with holy zeal
Our Milton worshipp'd. Blessed hopes! a while
From man withheld, even to the latter days
When Christ shall come, and all things be fulfill'd!

THE ANTI-JACOBIN.

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IMITATION.

INSCRIPTION

for the Door of the Cell in Newgate, where Mrs. BROWNRIGG, the Prentice-cide, was confined previous to her Execution.

For one long term, or e'er her trial came,

Here BROWNRIGG linger'd. Often have these cells
Echoed her blasphemies, as with shrill voice
She scream'd for fresh geneva. Not to her

Did the blithe fields of Tothill, or thy street,
St. Giles, its fair varieties expand,

Till at the last, in slow-drawn cart, she went
To execution. Dost thou ask her crime?

SHE WHIPP'D TWO FEMALE PRENTICES TO DEATH,
AND HID THEM IN THE COAL-HOLE; for her mind
Shaped strictest plans of discipline. Sage schemes!
Such as Lycurgus taught, when at the shrine

Of the Orthyan goddess he bade flog

The little Spartans; such as erst chastised

Our Milton, when at college. For this act

Did Brownrigg swing. Harsh laws! But time shall come,

When France shall reign, and laws be all repeal'd!

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POETRY OF

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No. II.

November 27.

In the specimen of JACOBIN POETRY which we gave in our last Number, was developed a principle, perhaps one of the most universally recognized in the Jacobin Creed; namely," that the "animadversion of human laws upon human actions, is for the most "part nothing but gross oppression; and that, in all cases of the "administration of criminal justice, the truly benevolent mind will "consider only the severity of the punishment, without any refe"rence to the malignity of the crime." This principle has of late years been laboured with extraordinary industry, and brought forward in a variety of shapes, for the edification of the public. It has been inculcated in bulky quartos, and illustrated in popular novels. It remained only to fit it with a poetical dress, which had been attempted in the Inscription for Chepstow Castle, and which (we flatter ourselves) was accomplished in that for Mrs. Brownrigg's Cell.

Another principle, no less devoutly entertained, and no less sedulously disseminated, is the natural and eternal warfare of the POOR and the RICH. In those orders and gradations of society, which are the natural result of the original difference of talents and of industry among mankind, the Jacobin sees nothing but a