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With cautious step, and, peering out; survey
The restless flood. No object meets our eye.
But hark! what sound is that approaching near?
" Down close”_The wild-ducks come, and, darting down,
Throw up on ev'ry side the troubl'd wave :
Then gaily swim around with idle play.
With breath restrain'd, and palpitating heart,
I view their movements, whilst my well-taught dogs,
Like lifeless statues, crouch. Now is the time!
Closer they join ; nor will the growing light
Admit of more delay.-- With fiery burst,
The unexpected death invades the flock.
Tumbling they lye, and beat the flashing pool ;
Whilst those remoter from the fatal range
Of the swift shot, mounț up on vig'rous wing,
And wake the sleeping echoes as they fly.
Quick on the floating spoil my spaniels rush,
And drag them to the shore.'

- The growing light
Opens the wint'ry scene, and soon the sun
With cheerful beam shall meet us. Now the heav'ns
Foretel his near approach ; and now he drives
His ruby car along the eastern sky.
What pen or pencil shall presume to draw
The glowing scene, the rosy hue that paints
The glist ning snow, the fiery gleams that flash
From crystal icicles that deck the rocks
Or hoary willow's roots, and, with a flood

Of brightest splendour, light the river up!' p. 138---141. We conclude our extracts with the following picture of the closing in of a winter evening, which reflects no despicable image of the truth and minuteness and tenderness of Cowper.

The snow has ceas'd to fall; the gloomy clouds,

Retiring, like disbanded troops, disperse
In all directions, and leaye Heaven's wide plain
Free, for the glitt'ring stars their num’rous bands
Irregular to muster. Frost his rage
Abates not, but, with persevering spleen,
Stiffens the new-fall’n snow. The village pours
From ev'ry chimney volumes of thick smoke,
From the dry faggot or the close par'd turf
Arising, of more pure and wholesome scent
Than the rank coal sulphureous. Happy they,
Whose scanty cottage holds, within its walls,
The ready fuel pil'd. They need not brave
The season's fury, from the furzy brake,
Or frozen wood, with hands benumb'd, to pick,



And shiv'ring limbs ill guarded from the cold,
The casual branch strewed by the wint'ry wind.
For see yon motley crew advancing slow,
Beneath their burdens on the slipp’ry road,
Nor male nor female their uncouth attire,
But ill compos’d of each, female their sex,
Various their ages.-By the stooping side
Of feeble matron, walks with vig'rous step,
In the full bloom of youth, the buxom maid.
The quilted petticoat, once glossy bright,
Rusty and soil'd, and streaming to the wind,
Denotes them best ; for on their shoulders hangs
The faded coat, with gorgeous buttons once
Thick studded ; now but one remains alone,
To guard it from desertion. The flapp'd hat,
Rejected by the lordly husband, rent
Disastrously ; nor can we spare to sigh
At the dishonour'd scarlet, faint and wan,
And stript of all appendages; though once
With innate pride of British valour, worn
On the thick tented plain, nor e’er design'd
Tor such ignoble use. Laborious band !
Full hardly have you earn’d the scanty means
Of a short hour of needful ease and warmth.
But lives there, righteous Heav'n, th' unpitying man,
Who, blest with all that fortune can bestow,
Forbids the shiv'ring villager to take
The useless refuse-locks his guarded gates
Without remorse--and, should an hapless foot
Upon his parks intrude, enrag'd, lets loose
His upstart menials on the trembling wretch ?
Ah! can the sparkling glass be sweet to him?
Can his proud fires impart a pleasing warmth ?
Or can he, on his downy pillow, place

His weary head, expecting calm repose?' p. 134-137. We do not offer these passages to our readers as specimens of very exquisite or powerful poetry; but they possess the merit, we think, of truth and simplicity. There is something modest and amiable and natural, we think, throughout the whole composition ; and, being satisfied that there are many readers to whom it will afford more pleasure than it has done to us, we think it right to make this little effort to make them and the author acquainted. We think he may do something better than make poems upon field sports ; but we would not encourage him to leave even this calling for the chance of carrying off the prize in the more beaten walks of literature.

Art. ART. V. History of the Penal Laws against the Irish Catholics,


from the Treaty of Limerick to the Union. By Henry Parnell, Esq. M. P.

The various publications which have issued from the press in

2 favour of religious liberty, have now nearly silenced the arguments of their opponents; and, teaching sense to some, and inspiring others with shame, have left those only on the field who can neither learn nor blush.

But, though the argument is given up, and the justice of the Catholic cause admitted, it seems to be generally conceived, that their case, at present, is utterly hopeless; and that, to advocate it any longer, will only irritate the oppressed, without producing any change of opinion in those by whose influence and authority that oppression is continued. To this opinion, unfortunately too prevalent, we have many reasons for not subscribing.

We do not understand what is meant in this country by the notion, that a measure of consummate wisdom, and imperious necessity, is to be deferred for any time, or to depend upon any contingency. Whenever it can be made clear to the understandings of the great mass of enlightened people, that any system of political conduct is necessary to the public welfare, every obstacle (as it ought) will be swept away before it; and as we conceive it to be by no means improbable, that the country may be, ere long, placed in a situation where its safety or ruin will depend upon its conduct towards the Catholics, we sincerely believe we are doing our duty in throwing every possible light on this momentous question. Neither do we understand where this passive submission to ignorance and error is to end. Is it confined to religion? Or does it extend to war and peace, as well as religion? Would it be tolerated, if any man were to say, ' Abstain from all arguments in favour of peace; the court have resolved upon eternal war; and, as you cannot have peace, to what purpose urge the necessity of it?' We answer,--that courts must be presumed to be open to the influence of reason ; or, if they were not, to the influence of prudence and discretion, when they perceive the public opinion to be loudly and clearly against them. To lye by in timid and indolent silence,—to suppose an inflexibility, in which no court ever could, under pressing circumstances, persevere,and to neglect a regular and vigorous appeal to public opinion, is to give up all chance of doing good, and to abandon the only instrument by which the few are ever prevented from ruining the many.

It is folly to talk of any other ultimatum in government than perfect justice to the fair claims of the subject. The concessions

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to sale the best interests of the country for some improvement in the wines and meats and carriages which a man uses, and encourages a new political morality which may always postpone any other great meafure,-and every other great measure as well as the emancipation of the Catholics.

We terminate this apologetical preamble with expressing the most earnest hope, that the Catholics will not, from any notion that their cause is effectually carried, relax in any one constitutional effort necessary to their purpose. Their cause is the cause of common sense and justice ;-the safety of England and of the world may depend upon it. It rests upon the soundest principles; leads to the most important confequences; and therefore cannot be too frequently brought before the notice of the public. The book before us is written by Mr Henry Parnell, the brother of Mr William Parnell, author of the Historical Apology, reviewed in one of our late Numbers; and it contains a very well written history of the penal laws enacted against the Irish Catholics, from the peace of Limerick, in the reign of King William, to the late union. Of these we shall present a very short, and, we hope even to loungers, a readable abstract.

The war carried on in Ireland against King William, cannot deserve the name of a rebellion :- it was a struggle for their lauful Prince, whom they had sworn to maintain ; and whose zeal for the Catholic religion, whatever effect it might have produced in England, could not by them be considered as a crime. This war was terminated by the surrender of Limerick, upon conditions by which the Catholics hoped, and very rationally hoped, to fecure to themselves the free enjoyment of their religion in future, and an exemption from all those civil penalties and incapacities which the reigning creed is so fond of heaping upon its subjugated rivals.

By, the various articles of this treaty, they are to enjoy such pria vileges in the exercise of their religion, as they did enjoy in the time of Charles II. : and the King promises, upon the meeting of Parliament, 'to endeavour to procure for them such further security in that particular, as may preserve them from any disturbance on account of their faid religion.' They are to be restored to their estates, privileges and immunities, as they enjoyed them in the time of Charles II. The gentlemen are to be allowed to carry arms; and no other oath is to be tendered to the Catholics who submit to King William, than the oath of allegiance. These, and other articles, King William ratifies for himself, his beirs and fuco ceffors, as far as in him lies ; and confirms the same, and every other chawle and matter therein contained.

These articles were figned by the English general on the 3d of. October 1691, and diffused comfort, confidence, and tranquillity


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