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Mr. WINDMILL*, Norwich.

6. A Weaver and his Family ftarving. A mafterly production. Diftrefs, mifery, and defpair, were never more charmingly pourtrayed-the dead child is beautiful.

7. The Infide of the Old Bailey, with three felons at the bar juft acquitted. The defign bad, and the colours too glaring.

8. A War Piece. Unfinished. The British troops are thrown too much in the back ground for effect.

9. A Retreat. The diftreffes of a flying army are here moft forcibly difplayed-the canvafs, however, is too much crouded with the dying and the dead.

10. The Paffions perfonified. Malice and Pride are too prominent, and Cruelty, is out of all rule. There is no keeping in this picture.

11. The Wish; or the Decay of Commerce +. A hafty drawing, to ferve as a frontispiece to a new novel called Tyranny Triumphant. There is no merit in

the idea.

Mr. ROSEWELL †, Old Palace-Yard.

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12. Midas turning every thing he touches to gold. A rich compofition. In addition to the afs's ears, the painter has ingeniously given him tiger's claws, as appropriate to his unbounded rapacity.

13. Electioneering Rafcals, or the Briber outwitted. A humourous drawing in Indian ink. It is really strange that fuch an ingenious work fhould have been fuffered to appear before the public; it is in every refpect difgufting and difgraceful.

14. An Afs in a River drinking up the Moon. A moral sketch. This pleafant fable is happily illuftrated." 15. The Angel Aristocracy. 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

*Probably meant for Mr. Windham.

An allufion to the famous expreffion of Mr. Windham, Perish our commerce, let our constitution live.” Perhaps meant for Mr. Geo. Rofe.

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fhould he be represented as trampling upon, and destroying the poor and unprotected? Surely it is out of nature, 16. Ignorance, Impudence, and Avarice dancing a Stotch Reel. An entertaining allegorical group.

71. The Palace of Corruption. A powerful defign, but the colours are too transparent; they are actually seen through.

Mr. DUNDONKY*, Oppofite the New Church, Strand.

18. A Cameleon. The fhifting hues of the creature are done in a most extraordinary manner.

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

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

duction.

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, incongruous 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 majority of the figures exhibit a fet of the blackest villains that ever difgraced fociety. The yellow harmony here alio deftroys the purity of the whole. The coYours do not appear as if they would ftand, they feem to have an evanefcent quality.

24. Scene in Botany Bay. The defign is uncom

* Probably meant for Mr. Dundas.
Probably meant for Mr. Pitt.

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monly harsh, but the groups of fuffering patriots are peculiarly interesting.

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

26. The King of Pruffia counting over his Subfidy. 27. 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 scene. The Painter here seems to have laboured with uncommon ingenuity to produce the effect.

32. A Famine. A fhocking display of mifery and defpair; the rending diftreffes of the Poor are exquifitely finifhed. N.B. This Piece was originally intended to have been fent to France, but owing to the present troubles in that unhappy country, will now remain in England.

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

34. Satan, the Enemy of the Human Race in Pandemonium.-A formidable figure, with a horrible countenance. It is fuppofed to be a portrait of the master himfelf. There certainly is a ftrong refemblance. [Courier.]

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THE INSURRECTION OF THE SLAVES AT ST. DOMINGO,

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(Written in the year 1792.)

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

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 fmiled propitious on the deed!
And, ye hoar cliffs, that frown around,
The echoes of our fhouts refound,
While around the votive fire!

-We've footh'd the spirit of our fire.
'Twas night, when bound in fervile chains,
We fail'd from Afric's golden plains:
The moon had reached its utmost height,
Its orb disclosed but half its light;
Darkling clouds hung o'er the deep,
And the hush'd murmurs feemed to fleep.
Sudden floating in the skies

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

The dim-feen fhade before me stood;
Thro' 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 groaned; 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 servile chains:
Defart now my country lies;
Mofs-grown now my altars rife:
O, my troubled spirit fighs
When I hear my people's cries!

Hurry,

Hurry, Orrah, o'er the flood.
Bathe thy fword in Christian blood!
Whidah will thy fide protect;
Whidah will thy arm direct."
Low'ring frowned the burthened cloud,
Shrilly roar'd the whirlwind loud,
Livid lightnings gleam'd on high,
And big waves billowed to the sky.
Aftonifhed I, in wild affright,
Knew not 'twas vanished 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 bursts in majesty of light.

Mark! how it bows its wond'rous head,
And hails our deed! Ah! fee-'tis fied!

Now, now, ye cliffs, that frown around,
The echoes of our fhouts refound,
While around the votive fire!

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

[Courier.]

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 strict injunction that it fhould not be published entire. By he favour of one of the Curators, we have, however, obtained the following extract. Tere 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, or whether, which we think more probable, they were not fwallowed up in that ocean which nearly furrounded their coafts.

THE

HE 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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