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14. An Afs in a River drinking up the Moon. A moral fketch. This pleasant fable is happily illuftrated.

15. The Angel Ariftocracy. This is a bold fketch of genius: but why fhould the Angel be covered with gold, and have the talons of a Demon, and why Thould he be reprefented as trampling upon, and destroying, the poor and unprotected? Surely it is out of nature. 16. Ignorance, Impudence, and Avarice dancing a Scotch Reel. An entertaining allegorical group.

17. The Palace of Corruption. A powerful defign, but the colours are too tranfparent; they are actually feen through.

Mr. DUNDONKY*, oppofite the New Church,

Strand.

18. A Chamelion. The fhifting hues of the creature are done in a moft extraordinary manner.

19. Liberty-in water-colours. The figure scarcely difcernible.

20. The Death of Mr. Habeas Corpus, commonly called the Poor Man's Friend. The laft agonies of this refpectable old patriot are truly affecting. The groups round his bed exprefs neither intereft nor affection for him; indeed they all feem to be drunk or afleep. This is, upon the whole, a lamentable production.

21. The Opening of a Campaign-a Study. All enveloped in clouds-it alfo wants perspective.

Mr. PITMAN †, Downing Street.

22. Views in Ireland. Surely more confined, ineongruous maffes were never before exhibited; there is want of freedom, and the contour is by no means correct. The yellow harmony is evidently too predominant, and produces a very bad effect.

23. A Banditti intent on Plunder. There is a daring originality in this picture, which yet difgufts. The

Probably meant for Mr. Dundas.

Probably meant for Mr. Pitt.

majority

majority of the figures exhibit a fet of the blackest villains that ever difgraced fociety. The yellow harmony here alfo destroys the purity of the whole. The colours do not appear as if they would stand; they seem to have an evanefcent quality.

24. Scene in Botany Bay. The defign is uncommonly harth, but the groups of fuffering patriots are peculiarly interefting.

25. The Empress of Ruffia finging Te Deum for the Subjugation of Poland. An excellent idea; but the whole picture is too black, and wants relief.

26. The King of Prussia counting over his Subfidy. 27. The Emperor of Germany ditto his Loan.

28. The King of Sardinia ditto.-The laughter in the countenances of these three great men is admirably given.

29. An Armed Nation. There is an awful truth in the expreffion of this picture, that is really terrible.

30. An Alarmed Nation (as companion to the above). Though there is wonderful art in this compofition, it can at beft be called but a miferable attempt.

31. An Invafion. A moft terrific fcene. The painter here feems to have laboured with uncommon ingenuity to produce the effect.

32. A Famine. A fhocking difplay of mifery and defpair; the rending diftreffes of the poor are exquifitely finished. N. B. This piece was originally intended to have been fent to France, but, owing to the prefent troubles in that unhappy country, will now remain in England.

33. Drawings of all the Towns in Holland. N. B. They are already difpofed of.

34. Satan, the Enemy of the Human Race, in Pandemonium.-A formidable figure, with a horrible counIt is fuppofed to be a portrait of the mafter himself. There certainly is a ftrong resemblance.

tenance.

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THE INSURRECTION OF THE SLAVES AT ST. DOMINGO.

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(Written in the Year 1792.)

[From the Courier.]

OWLY finks the ruddy fun,

Sheathe the blade, the war is done;
Cried Orrah, to his murderous band,
Who wearied stood on Cuba's strand.

But hark! what found invades the ear?
Hark! Sheathe the blade, no danger's near:
'Tis the gafp of parting breath,

'Tis the hollow voice of death,

'Tis the figh, the groan of those,

Once our tyrants, once our foes.

Loud, loud, ye fiends, fhriek loud! your cries

Pour loud! a grateful facrifice

To him, at whose beheft ye bleed,

Who fmil'd propitious on the deed!

And, ye hoar cliffs, that frown around,
The echos of our shouts refound,

While around the votive fire

We've footh'd the spirit of our fire.

"T was night, when bound in fervile chains,
We fail'd from Afric's golden plains:
The moon had reach'd its utmost height,
Its orb difclos'd but half its light;
Darkling clouds hung o'er the deep,
And the hufh'd murmurs feem'd to fleep.
Sudden floating in the skies

A fhadowy cloud appear'd to rife ;
Sudden gliding o'er the flood

The dim-feen fhade before me stood;
Through its form the moon's pale beam
Shed a faint, a fickly gleam;

Thrice its arm I faw it rear,

Thrice my mighty foul did fear.

The ftillness dread a hollow murmur broke ;-
It was the Genius groan'd; and, lo!-it spoke !
"O, my troubled spirit fighs

When I hear my people's cries!

Now, the blood which fwells their veins
Flows debas'd by fervile chains:

Defert

Defert now my country lies;
Mofs-grown now my altars rife:
O, my troubled fpirit fighs
When I hear my people's cries!
Hurry, Orrah, o'er the flood,
Bathe thy fword in Christian blood!
Whidah will thy fide protect;
Whidah will thy arm direct."
Low'ring frown'd the burden'd cloud,
Shrilly roar'd the whirlwind loud,
Livid lightnings gleam'd on high,
And big waves billow'd to the sky.
Aitonifh'd I, in wild affright,
Knew not 't was vanish'd from my fight;
Whether on the ftorm it rode,

Or funk beneath the troubled flood.

Again! along the beam-gilt tide,
Ah! fee again the spirit glide!

It joins our triumph! on the fight
It burfts in majesty of light.

Mark! how it bows its wondrous head,
And hails our deed! Ah! fee-'tis fled!
Now, now, ye cliffs, that frown around,
The echoes of our fhouts refound,
While around the votive fire
We've footh'd the fpirit of our fire.

SOME ACCOUNT OF THE ALBIONITES, A NEWLY DISCOVERED PEOPLE IN THE GERMAN

OCEAN.

From the Travels of Launcelot Gulliver, Efq. F. R. S. a valuable manufcript in the British Museum. The author, who died lately, depofited it there, with a fit injunction that it should not be published entire. By the favour of one of the curators, we have, however, obtained the following extract. There being no date to it, it is not eafy to fay at what time it was written, nor whether the people defcribed by the author ftill exift, nor whether, which we think more probable, they were not swallowed up in that ocean which nearly furrounded their coafts.

THE conftitution of the Albionites is a very fingular one. It has been generally thought to have been conftructed upon magical principles; and

*The God whom the Africans on the Coaft of Guinea worship.

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indeed,

indeed, while I remained among them, I had fome reason to think that this was the case. If viewed through one glafs, which they call theory, it appears full of beauty, order, and fecurity; but there is another glafs, called practis, pratique, or fome fuch name, through which it appears disjointed, distorted, confufed, and tottering. Nor can we wonder at this; their mode of repairing it being fo curious, that perhaps there is nothing like it in the world. Their mode of propping it up, is to take fomething from the foundation; and whenever they apply a buttress, they undermine the wall it is meant to fupport. Some of their statesmen who fhewed us this phenomenon, feemed to with we fhould understand that it was made by magic, although we faw nothing in their countenances to induce us to think that they had a conjuror among them. It appeared to me, that this conftitution, fupported as I have defcribed, is not of long ftanding, perhaps not more than four or five and thirty years old; but how long it may remain firm under fuch a novel fcheme of architecture, it is impoffible to say.

All European governments, it is well known, are either monarchy, ariftocracy, or democracy, abfolute or limited, or mixed. That of the Albionites differs from all thefe, being what they call a Pittarchy; a word, of which I never could procure the proper meaning. Pitt, in their language, means fomething deep, dark, and dangerous; but it has fo many other fignifications, that it is impoffible to guefs at the one meant. Befides the above, it means an ambitious man, a fhallow politician, a proud look, an apoftate, a lover of wine, an encourager of Spies, a weak minifter, and a wry nole, things which are confelledly of very oppofite natures. So that all the pains I took were infufficient to attain the proper meaning. There are many other inftances of this in their language, which greatly perplex ftrangers. The word by which they exprefs People means alfo fwine, and they have but one word

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