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 Here MARTEN linger'd. Often have these walls He never saw the sun's delightful beams Our Milton worshipp'd. Blessed hopes! a while 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 Till at the last, in slow-drawn cart, she went SHE WHIPP'D TWO FEMALE PRENTICES TO DEATH, Did Brownrigg swing. Harsh laws! But time shall come, When France shall reign, and laws be all repeal'd! No. II. Nov. 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 be"nevolent mind will consider only the severity of the 66 punishment, without any reference 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 attempt. ed 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 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, 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 nākěd: When ǎ poōr wänd'rēr 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 råttling drōve ǎ chariot : or how, not long after, Loud blew the wind, unheard was her complainingōn went the hōrsemān. We proceed to give our imitation, which is of the Amæbæan or Collocutory kind. |