Love will not be confined by maisterie :
When maisterie comes, the Lord of love anon
Flutters his wings, and forthwith is he gone.

The attic warbler pours her throat.

Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?

The painful family of death.

Chaucer. Gray. Spring.

E. on Man, 3. 33.

Hate, fear, and grief, the family of pain.

Gray. Eton Col.

Pope.

Waves in the eye of Heaven, her many-colour'd wings.

Gray. Bard.

Interest that waves on party-colour'd wings.

Dunciad, 4. 538.
Gray. El.

They kept the noiselefs tenor of their way.
The inaudible and noifeless foot of Time.

All's well that ends well.

There at the foot of yonder nodding beach,
That wreathes its old fantastic roots fo high,
His liftless length at noon-tide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

-He lay along

1 Gray. Elegy.

Under an oak, whofe antique root peep'd cut
Upon the brook, that crawl'd'along the wood.

Shakefp. As you like it.

And fhut the gates of mercy on mankind.

Gray. Elegy.

The gates of Mercy fhall be all shut up. Sh. Hen. V. Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long. Goldfin. Edw. and Ang.

Man wants but little, nor that little long.

Young Night 4.

In May, p. 328, is a modern verfion of Eleanora and Juga, "by S. W. A." aged 16. What must have been the feelings of Chatterton, when he saw a boy take merit to himself for spoiling a poem by a modern verfion, at the fame age, or perhaps at a more advanced one, than that at which he forged it!

In July, p. 370, we read of Otway, that

"when he died (which he did in an obfcure house, near "the Minories), he had about him the copy of a tragedy, "which it seems he had fold for a trifle to Bentley, the “bookseller. I have feen," fays the author of this arti cle, “an advertisement, at the end of one of Leftrange's political papers, offering a reward to any one who should "bring it to his fhop. What an invaluable treasure was "there irretrievably loft, by the ignorance and neglect of "the age he lived in !"

In this affecting picture it was impoffible C. should perceive his own features; but you will allow it required all even his ftrength of mind, and confcious genius, to work on upon Rowley after reading the following truth!—

"At prefent, were a man to endeavour to improve his "fortune, or increase his friendship, by poetry, he would "foon feel the anxiety of disappointment. The prefs lies open, and is a benefactor to every fort of literature but that alone."

If C. did endeavour to catch the public by other baits, befides genius, who can blame him?

What must have been the fenfations of C's feeling mind when he read (July, p. 389) that

the

the number of flaves brought from the coast of Africa, in one year, 1768, between Cape Blanco and Rio Congo, by the different European nations, amounting to one hundred and four thoufand one hundred! Great Britain (the feat of freedom)53,100-France23,500-Holland (after wrefting their own freedom from Philip). 11,300-Portugal 8,700-British America 6,300 -Denmark 1,200. How muft the genius of Rowley have fired at fuch a fum total of fellow creatures, made beasts of burden, only because. the common Creator had made them of a differ-ent colour!

Ill-fated Chatterton! Why didft thou not attend to Oreftes "on the poverty of authors?" (Auguft, p. 399.) How couldft thou imagine that even thy parts would prevent thy adding one to his long but faithful lift of the starved childrenof Genius! Could thy penetrating fight discover no truth in his borrowed obfervation, that

"we more readily affift the lame and the blind than a "poor man of genius-for every one is fenfibly affected:

with the apprehenfion of blindness or lameness; but "who is in the leaft dread of the accidents which attend on genius?"?

Here let me ftop a moment to rescue the world from blame it does not merit. The world' is not accountable for the death of every man of abilities who has perished, however miferably,

in an alehouse or a prifon. Profligacy and ge nius, ability and prodigality, are not, as many imagine, the fame things. But genius too often thinks it neceffary to be profligate, and profligacy often demands, to pafs for genius. To behold genius confined in a prison, or skulking in an ale house, and not to lend relief, were infamous; provided the spectator could be sure he was lending effectualrelief. But, if to rescue from one prison, be only to give an opportunity to visit anotherwhose humanity is sturdy enough to bear fuch infults even from a friend or from a child?Churchill reproached the world with suffering Lloyd to pine in the Fleet, and Johnfon has moistened many an eye with the sufferings of Savage. But the world, if it be ever accountable, is only accountable for the death of fuch a being as C. who (let his enemies or enviers perfift, as they choose, in afferting what they cannot prove) was not extravagant, was not profligate, was not unprincipled. All his profligacy confifted in quitting the attor ney's office,and penningÆlla--" when he should "have engroffed." His only extravagance was lavishing upon unneceflary presents to his grandmother, mother, and fifter, a few fhillings, the earnings of his genius, which might otherwife,, perhaps, have faved him from ftarving. Unprin-, cipled belongs to those who accufe him of crimes without a fhadow of proof.

In the Magazine for September, p. 497, is a roundelay, for the Jubilee in honour of Shakefpeare. Let me just transcribe the first stanza of it, and the firft ftanza of the famous Minstrell's Song in Ella. Your mufical ear muft judge whether the latter was fuggefted by the former.

If your ear be ftruck by the cadence, you will' Be ftruck not a little, in the remainder of the fong, by a strong refemblance or two of Shakefpeare, to whom C.'s retentive memory muft have been directed by the fubject of the roundelay, and by the mention it makes of Desdemona.

In Othello (4.13), Desdemona fings," Alla green willow," &c.which fhe fays her mother's maid Barbary" died finging". The burden of the fong in Ælla is "Allunder the willow tree" -and it concludes with

I die;