jects from their oath of allegiance, so that rebellion becomes a moral dutyand to give their dominions to whom he pleases. He has a right of assigning and securing new discovered lands, though occupied by numerous people, to those who ask that favour of him-although he has displayed gross ignorance of geography in laying down the limits of the right of possession. Instances of such conduct as this, are frequently to be met with in history. CHAPTER SIXTH. Papa stupor mundi. Nec Deus es, nec homo, sed neuter et inter utrumque." "The Pope the wonder of the world. Neither God nor man, but of a middle kind and mixture of both."-This, however, was not enough; for when Pope Sixtus the Fourth entered Rome in state, he had a triumphal arch fixed on the gate through which he was about to enter, with this inscription: "Oraculo vocis mundi moderaris habenas, Et merito in terris crederis esse Deus." The Pope of Rome is the Antichrist that to be a God upon earth”.—Antichrist is should come. The primitive church was instructed to expect the coming of a very formidable enemy, under the denomination of Antichrist; of whom they entertained greater apprehensions than of all their other enemies, how powerful and hostile soever they might be. It appears from the sacred scriptures, and particularly from the writings of St. John, that under the name of Antichrist they did not comprehend all the enemies of Christ and his church; but that it more especially referred to such enemies as should start up within the church itself, and corrupt its doctrine, and thus be the cause of wide-spreading mischief, 1 John ii. 18. and iv. 3. Persecution and violence were to be consequences of the evils brought on the church by Antichrist, rather than the primary evils themselves. Of a personage so important to the church, we might conclude that very significant marks should be given whereby he might be recognized; and whereby more especially he might be distinguished from other heretics that should arise. Many tokens have been afforded us whereby we might know this man of sin; but a few of the more prominent must here suffice. He should exalt himself above every one that is called God. He should sit in the temple of God as God, shewing himself to be God.Who takes to himself to be head of the church, to rule it according to his pleasure-adding new laws, changing them, abrogating them, and pardoning the breach of those which are most sacred? Angelicus the poet wrote, No. 46.-VOL. IV. "By the oracle of the voice thou governest the world, and art justly believed described as coming with lying signs and wonders, and false miracles, so well contrived as, if it were possible, to deceive the very elect; the truth and applicability of which, let the Golden Legend, Book of Trophies, and even common history, testify to the world. St. Paul shews by his name, that he should be and voμos, one subject to no law. Accordingly, we find the Pope claiming to be above all laws, both of God and men; to change them when he deems fit: hence the Decretals say, legi non subjacet ulli-"he (the Pope) is subject to no law." The description of one who should forbid to marry, and command to abstain from meats, cannot by any means be made to apply to any other but the Pope of Rome, the man of sin, the great whore, which is that city that has dominion over the kings of the earth. I have said little of what might be said; but enough to prove my point, that, amidst all his lion-like roaring, and lamb-like professions even to be the servant of the servants of God, his real character is very apparent, and should carefully be avoided. REMARKS ON MENTAL AFFECTIONS. (Continued from col. 940.) A commission of lunacy had been obtained against a citizen of London, who fancied himself a Duke. Some time after, the Lord Chancellor was told that the commission had been fraudulently obtained, for that the man was free from insanity. Wishing to be satisfied, he called upon the 3 S man, and had a long conversation | fallen under my own notice -A genwith him. They talked upon the gene- tleman of the name of La'Strange, ral topics of the day, during which | who had been acquainted with Lee, time he betrayed no symptoms of his before mentioned, went to see him in complaint. Upon this, his Lordship Bethlem; and, no doubt, impressed told him to make himself easy about with the notion of insanity being a the commission of lunacy, for he loss of mind and memory, said, on would have that superseded; but add-going into his cell, “Do you know ed, I make no doubt you have quite done with the notion you had of being a Duke. “Who, me, my Lord? I hope your Lordship does not dispute my dukedom? I'll suffer no man on earth to dispute that." Upon which his Lordship made his bow, and bid him good morning. me, Sir?"—"O yes," said Lee;" times may alter, men and manners change, but I am still mad Lee, and you are still La'Strange." A visitor to a madhouse had put to the patients, as is but too common, a number of questions. At last one of them said, "Pray may I be permitted That great statesman, Burke, once to put a question to you ?”—“ Cerpaid a visit to St. Luke's, and after a tainly," said the stranger, “Then very long conversation with one of the pray from which quarter of the globe patients, he roundly accused Mr. did you come?"-"Why, Sir," he Dunstan, the master, of highly impro-replied, “I came from the westper conduct, in keeping a man confined as a patient, who, he was quite confident, was free from insanity. Mr. Dunstan knowing his cue, took an opportunity of speaking to the man, and he became immediately so furious, that Mr. Burke was glad to get safely out of the room. A trial once took place on a question upon the sanity or insanity of a man, whose hallucination was an extreme dread of insects. He stood a long examination without betraying his complaint, till at last one of the counsel said, "Sir, there is a spider falling down upon your head," upon which he fell into a tremor, and from that into a maniacal fury. A gentleman of property becoming insane, took it into his head to remove a mountain that was near; and he persisted so far, that his friends were under the necessity of having him confined. A gentleman of his acquaintance called to see him; and after a long conversation, was convinced that he was quite free from insanity; and upon going away, he said, "Well, my dear Sir, make yourself content for a short time, and I will have you set at liberty." "Will you so?" said the patient, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. "Yes, that I will," said the other, rather a little surprised at his altered manner. “Well,” said the patient, “then I'll have at the mountain." " With the wit and ready answers of the insane, volumes might be filled. I will only give a few instances which are either well authenticated, or have ward." I thought so," said the lunatic, "for the wise men I believe came from the eastward.”—A maniac in chains, feeling indignant at being asked by a stranger what he was in chains for, replied with quickness, "Because it has pleased God to deprive me of what thou never possessedst, I mean the use of my reason." A visitor to a madhouse, after conversing with one of the patients, said, "You don't appear to have any thing the matter with you,"-" Ha, but,' said the patient, "the question is, are you a proper judge of that?"—A gentleman with his horses and hounds passing by a madhouse, was thus accosted by one of the patients: "Hark you, are those your hounds?”—“Yes, Sir.”—“Why, they must be rather expensive keeping,” "Yes, Sir."'Pray what may they cost you annually?"-"Why, Sir, I should suppose not less than five hundred pounds, with the horses, &c."-" Well, and pray what do you hunt?"—" The hare, Sir."-"What, nothing but the hare?" "No, Sir."-" Well, and pray how many of these wild animals do you pull down in a season?"-" About fifty brace, Sir."-"Fifty brace! you had better get on; if our master comes he'll say you are insane, and confine you; why, that's ten pounds a brace, and they cannot be worth more than ten shillings.”—A maniac at liberty, was met by a gentleman of the name of Man; he made a sudden stop, and demanded, Who are you, Sir?" "Sir," said the gentleman, "I am a double man, for I am a man by na 66 ture, and my name is Man."- "O are you," said the maniac; "well, and I am a man beside myself, and we two will fight you two," and immediately knocked him down. Patients having the same hallucination, will sometimes ridicule each other, and yet contend their own to be a reality. Some time ago, there were two hypochondriacs at the retreat near York; one wrote the following verses: "A miracle, my friends, come view, A man, admit his own words true, Who lives without a soul. As if he had the whole. His head, take his own words along, All burn'd his sinews and his lungs, Could find enough to tell ye. Yet he who paints his likeness here, He's wrong from head to toe. Spring-Vale, near Stone, (To be continued.) MEMOIRS OF THE LIVING POETS OF GREAT BRITAIN. Thomas Moore. It was high and merited praise given to the literary character of Thomson by one of the best and most exalted of his friends, that there was not a line of his writing, which, when dying, he would wish to have been blotted out of remembrance. There have not been many poets in any age, of whom the same thing could be said; and it is to be feared that at the present day there are few indeed, to whom a review of their various productions, published and unpublished, would be attended with complete heartfelt satisfaction. To this select number, certainly the translator of Anacreon does not belong; and judging from the tenor of his writings, there is reason to believe that the moral utility of poetry constitutes no part of his ambition. He would rather rank with Catullus than Virgil; and though qualified to shine in the higher degree of his art, | he has, no doubt, from the warmth of his passions, been content to glitter in the lower sphere as the first amatory poet of his time. There are other properties which bring him upon a parallel with the voluptuous Roman; but whether they are such as will add to his fame, must be left to the future historian of English literature to determine. Our aim here is only to give the outline of a life, the detail of which might be made amusing to the lovers of light reading, were it not for the good saying of the best of biographers, "De vivis nil nisi bonum, de mortuis nil nisi verum." Thomas Moore is the only son of Mr. Garret Moore, a liquor merchant, at Dublin; and was born in that city May 28, 1780. He received his education under the late Mr. Samuel Whyte, who kept a respectable academy in Dublin above sixty years, and published some ingenious works in the line of his profession, together with a volume of poetical essays, not devoid of merit. At the age of fourteen, young Moore had profited so well, that he was entered a scholar of Trinity College, where he remained till November, 1799, when he came to England, and was admitted a student of the Middle Temple. Previous to his transplantation, he had cultivated the muses with success, and had even completed his translation of the Odes of Anacreon, which, soon after his arrival in London, was sent to the press, under the auspices of Earl Moira, now Marquis of Hastings, by whose interest the translator obtained permission to dedicate the volume to the Prince of Wales. Anacreon was already familiar to English readers, as well by the poetical version and imitation of many of his pieces separately; as by a very correct translation of all the odes, the work of Francis Fawkes. It was a bold undertaking for a youth to come after such a veteran as Fawkes, but Mr. Moore shewed that he had fully caught the spirit of his author; and though not superior in learning to his predecessor, he gave to the Teian bard a dress more agreeable to the sprightly archness, and jocund The notes, humour, of the original. also, evinced extensive reading in the Greek poets, and no slight acquaintance with the best critics. Prefixed to the volume is an ode, written in Greek Anacreontics, by Mr. Moore | sity of Oxford for the Temple, he himself, of which the following is a translation, by an unknown hand. Επι ροδίνοις ταπησι, "But WISDOM, heaven's immortal queen, Why dost thou thus thy life employ, "O goddess,' thus the bard replies, It may naturally be supposed, that to a young man of such a turn for poetry and pleasure, the study of the law could present no charms. Moore had neither patrimonial fortune nor any expectancy from relations, so that all his dependence was upon his talents, of which this publication afforded a luminous specimen, but it was one that ruined his professional pursuits and prospects. His company was now much sought; and of course Blackstone, from whose example he might have profited full as much as from his Commentaries, was entirely neglected. In early life, Blackstone courted the muses with an ardour and a success, that indicated both a lasting attachment, and a brilliant reputation. But when he left the Univer wisely resolved to study hard, with a view to utility; and though his "Farewell to the Muse," must have cost him many a struggle, the noble sacrifice was infinitely more honourable to himself, and beneficial to the world, than any thing he could have gained, even had he become, as he probably would have been, one of the first poets of the age. But to return to the subject of this memoir: the publication of Anacreon was injurious to the translator in various ways, for it not only drew him out of the line in which, by perseverance, he might have acquired distinction and wealth, but it fixed in him a love of that species of composition, which, though the most alluring, is far from being the most creditable description of poetry. Its corrupting influence, in this particular instance, appeared soon after in a small volume of original poems, to which, as the author could not with any degree of decency affix his proper signature, he gave the fictitious one of Thomas Little, allusive to his person, and, by contrast, to his real name. No pains, however, were taken, to observe secrecy, and, indeed, the book had scarcely made its appearance in the shops, before every body knew that Little and Moore were one and the same. Yet this mode of ushering the obnoxious volume into the world, has been gravely adduced in proof of the author's delicacy of sentiment; as if there could be any respect for the virtuous feelings of the correct part of society, in printing, with a false name, inflammatory productions, which nobody can read without a blush. The deception indicated fear, but not shame, and much less modesty; and when the terrors of a legal information had passed away, the real author was proud enough of his literary offspring. The poems certainly did not lessen his interest with the great, for at the age of twenty-three he was appointed to the lucrative office of registrar to the admiralty at Bermuda. This situation required his personal attendance, but after staying on the island a few months, he obtained leave to discharge the duties by a deputy, in consequence of which he went to New York, and having passed a few months in different parts of the United States, returned to England. con Though the residence of Mr. Moore manuscript memoirs, for which the in America was so very short, he ven-publisher of the noble author's works tured, in the notes to his next publica- is reported to have given the sum of tion, consisting of a volume of "Odes two thousand pounds. Such an act of and other Poems," to pass some very liberality requires no comment; but harsh, not to say illiberal, strictures we should have been much better upon the people of that country, and pleased to have seen the person upon particularly upon the memory of whom it was bestowed, above the Washington, who was roundly ac- necessity of receiving it. The precused, on no authority, of downright eminent talents and fortunate peculation in his government. In nections of Mr. Moore, ought to have consequence of the severe criticism of placed him in a state of indepenthis volume given in the Edinburgh dence; and such, no doubt, would have Review, a meeting took place between been the case, had he either continued Mr. Jeffery, the editor of that work, in Bermuda, or obtained an exchange and Mr. Moore, at Chalk Farm; but of the situation he held there, for one by the interposition of the Bow-street nearer home. Unfortunately, by keepofficers, no farther breach of the peace ing a deputy, he abridged his income, ensued. Many jokes, however, were and finally became responsible for the circulated, at the expense of the com- defalcations committed by his secondbatants, in the public prints, and, ary, who absconded to the American among other things, it was said that States, and left his principal to acon examining the pistols, they were count for all his deficiencies. both found to contain only powder. On this bloodless rencontre, Lord Byron, in his "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers," has expatiated with keen and laughable asperity; though his wit is exercised chiefly at the expense of the northern hero, of whom he says: That the government exacted payment by legal process, was no more than what was to be expected; and what, indeed, could not be avoided, without setting up a dangerous precedent, of which other defaulters would have taken advantage. Yet it was not till a considerable time afterwards, that an extent was issued, in consequence of which, our author thought it prudent to retire to the continent, where he visited Lord Byron, and was favoured by him in the handsome manner just mentioned. Previous to this misfortune, Mr. Moore entered into the matrimonial state with a lady of the name of Dyke, on which change in his condi tion he went to live at a small house near Bow Wood, in Wiltshire, the "Griev'd to condemn, the muse must still be seat of his noble friend, the Marquis just, Nor spare melodious advocates of lust. more. But strange to say, the noble monitor, after giving this salutary counsel to his brother poet, fell into the very same error himself; and, without the plea of necessity, profaned the altar with offerings infinitely worse than any thing that ever came from the pen of Moore. The two bards have in consequence become bosom friends, and besides dedicating to Moore one of the best of his pieces, Lord Byron has recently made him a present of his of Lansdowne, till his embarrassments compelled him to seek an asylum abroad. During his retirement in the country, he wrote several pieces, some of which were of a political character; and one in particular, entitled "Intercepted Letters, or the Two-penny Post Bag, by Thomas Brown the younger," had a surprising run, owing principally to the bitterness of the satire against public men and public measures. The idea, however, was not new, being taken from a humorous work published at the beginning of the last century, called "The Postman robbed of his Mail.” It would be difficult, however, to |