And, aping the fraternity of Cain,

Man is his brother only to be slain.

"And must religion's mantle be profan'd,

To cloak the crimes with which an atheist's stain'd?
Yes; the mock saint, in holy motley dress'd,
Devotion's Public Ledger, stands confess'd
Of every, and no faith, beneath the sun;
'Open to all, and influenc'd by none;'
Ready he waits, to be, or not to be,

Rank unbeliever, or staunch devotee.

"Now Christians' deaths, in Christian zeal he works, Now worships Mahomet to murder Turks;

Now tears the Creed, and gives free-thinking scope,
Now dubb'd Thrice Catholic,' he strips a Pope.

A mongrel Mussulman, of papal growth,

Mufti or monk, now neither, or now both;

At mosque, at church, by turns, as craft thinks good, Each day in each — and every day in blood!

"God! must this mushroom despot of the hour The spacious world encircle with his pow'r? Stretching his baneful feet from pole to pole,

Stride Corsican Colossus of the whole?

Forbid it, Heaven! — and forbid it, man!

Can men forbid it? —yes: the English can.

'Tis theirs, at length, to fight the world's great cause, Defend their own, and rescue others' laws.

"What Britons would not, were their hairs all lives, Fight for their charter, for their babes and wives; And hurl a tyrant from his upstart throne,

To guard their king securely on his own?"

CVTTLOBHIV

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A great many poor suffered by the flames, and some by the thieves, to whom a calamity like the present is a lucky hit. Astley was not insured effectually. In the meantime Mr. Astley, Sr., effected his escape from France. He got permission to go to Piedmont for his health; then took French leave down the Main; from the Main he passed to the Rhine, and took his time to Husum, where he heard the disasters of his family.

We cannot omit here to mention the death of Mrs. Jordan's early friend, Tate Wilkinson; that diverting original, admirable mimic, honest manager, and most friendly man. To his " Wandering Patentee" I have been indebted for the early progress of my able heroine, and I lament that we have hitherto no perfect literary estimate of himself. His own rambles are entertaining, even as he writes them; but he wants method most terribly, and hurries on so rapidly, that he is compelled to return frequently, for his baggage, on the road. All the performers who were formerly in his company have not the humility to exhibit their master, to the mortification of their own self-love. Mathews is superior to such a weakness: he has publicly laughed at his own juvenile difficulties, and displayed his patron with all his peculiarities, whether