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overbalanced. We shall close this narrative by specifying one trait of excellence for which bis whole life was distinguished--HIS ardent and un. abated love of freedom! Inimical to measures, which, in his opinion, encroached on the liberties of mankind, he ceased not to lift up his voice against every species of oppression. Independent in his own views and manners, he spoke his mind freely on all occasions, which drew even from his enemies expressions of admiration. Intent on the diffusion of happiness, he uniformly studied, (though in his own peculiar manner) the welfare and prosperity of his country.


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HE Chinese method of making their bread is

very curious--they neither make use of yeast, or bake it in an oven. The shape and size of the loaves are not unlike the small bread made in this country. They are composed of nothing more than flour and water, and ranged on bars, whiclı are laid across on an iron hollow pan, containing a certain quantity of water, which is then placed on an earthen stove. When the water boils, the vessel or pan is covered.over with something like a shallow tub, and the steam of the water, for a few minutes, is all the baking, if it may be so called, which the bread receives. We understand, however, that it is by no means unpalatable ;-in this state the Chinese consider it most nutritious.



There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.-



N this second book of the TASK, the author re

probates the degeneracy of the times, which he points out with the honest, but wholesome hand of severity. Few were more thoroughly attached to their country, but he loved her too well not to notice and condemn her faults. Like a skilful sur. geon, he probed the wounds deeply—and thus indulged the hope of producing a rapid and permanent recovery.

Slavery is the first topic on which the poet expatiates-with a beautiful exclamation on this melancholy subject, does the book open, and thus the paragraph closes in his own peculiar style :

I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to lan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Just estimation priz’d above all price,
I had much rather be myself the slave,
And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
We have no slaves at home then why abroad?
And they themselves, once ferried o'er the wave
That parts us, are emancipate and loos’d.
Slaves cannot breathe in England, if their lungs
Receive vur air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles iall.
That's noble !, and bespeaks a nation proud,
And jealous of the blessing; spread it then,

And let it circulate thro' ev'ry vein
Of all your empire, that where Britain's power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too!

A few pages afterwards the poet breaks out in these patriotic strains :

ENGLAND, with all thy faults, I love thee still,
My country! and while yet a nook is lest
Where English minds and manners may be found,
Shall be constrain'd to love thee. Tho' thy clime
Be fickle, and thy ycar most part deform’d
With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost,
I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies,
And fields without a flow'r, for warmer France,
With all her vines, nor for Ausonia's groves
Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bow'rs !

Mr. C. then alludes to the church, and though a churchman himself, satirises with a noble free. nom what appears deserving of reprobation. For able and faithful ministers he expresses his highest estcem, but mere birelings rouse his indignation. Indeed our poet uniformly seems to have written under the infuence of virtue and piety. Take the following specimen :

I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine, and whose life Coincident-exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause. To such- render more than mere respect, Whose actions say that they respect themselves. But loose in morals, and in manners vain, In conversation frivolous--in dress Extreme-at ouce rapacious and profuse, Frequent in park, with lady at his side Ambling and pratling scandal as he goes; But rare at home, and never at his books, Or with his pen, save when he scrawls a card; Constant at routs, familiar with a round Of ladyships-a stranger to the poor, Ambitious of preferment for its gold, And well prepard by ignorance and sloth,

By infidelity and love of world,
To make God's work a sinecure-a slave
To his own pleasures, and his patron's pride.
From such apóscles, oh! ye mitred heads,
Preserve the church ! and lay not careless hands
On sculls that cannot TEACH, and will not learn!

The puet then proceeds to delineate what the
universities formerly were, and what they are in
the present day. He thus energetically pourtrays
the traits of discipline by which scholars were pro-
duced, and men who were real ornaments to their
country. How simple is the delineation-how re-
plete with improvement :
In colleges and halls, in ancient days,
When learning, virtue, piety, and truth,
Were precious, and inculcated with care,
There dwelt a sage, called Discipline. His head,
Not yet hy time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.
His eye was meek and gentle, and a smile
Play'd on his lips, and in his speech was heard
Paternal sweetness, dignity and love.
The occupation dearest to his heart,
Was to encourage goodness. He would stroke
The head of modest and ingenuous worth,
That blush'd at his own praise, and press the youth
Close to his side that pleas'd him. Learning grew
Bencath his care, a thriving vigorous plant,
The mind was well inform’d, the passions held
Subordinate, and diligence was his choice!

However, according to the poet's account, poor Liscipline has a long time ago fallen sick and died. The consequences may be easily predicted. In. deed, some of our best writers have traced the evils by which we are deluged, to the want of a RIGHT EDUCATION, which is, on all hands, acknowledged to forin the broadest basis upon which we are to raise the edifice, both of our private and public felicity.



&c. (From Daniberger's Travels into the Interior of Africa ; See our Literary

Revicw, last Number, Page 84.] *HE country of Morocco is one of the most

charming and fertile on the face of the earth, though not so well cultivated as it would be by a different race of inhabitants. The tyranny of the emperor over his wretched subjects, depresses their spirits and plunges them in sloth. If any of them be industrious in benefitting by the fertility of the soil, they are obliged to pay enormous tributes; and, if the haavest turn out ever so good, the husbandman can scarcely retain so much of the produce as is sufficient for the support of his existence; as either the emperor himself, or the rapacious and thievish governors, his substitutes, take all to themselves, using violence when they cannot attain their ends by artifice and fraud.

The emperor now reigning, is said to be far less cruel than his predecessor; and yet seldom a day passes that he does not cause several wretches to be executed, or put them to death with his own hand. The people bear the severities of this barbarian monster with the greatest patience, esteeming themselves happy to hear that they are to be killed by his own hand; looking upon him as the descendent of their great prophet, and therefore regarding what he does as the dispensation of heaven. No people are to be found in all Africa, even in its most savage and unfrequented region's, more simple and stupid than the inhabitants of this country.--Every male above fifteen years of age being a soldier, the emperor can always, in a week's time, bring together an army of two hun


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