Maddocks v.Perceval-Castlereagh-Wellesley, &c.-Worse than all !-But luckily, Windham, Cartwright, Tierney, and all the grex of those, who either enjoyed, or hoped to enjoy, the sunshine of the treasury, opened their lungs together against reform, as dangerous-impolitic-and destructive; as arising out of theory, and not out of practice, (Heaven forbid such practice should obtain, while we are denominated the Ins!) and if we could not convince, we made noise enough to stun the people into a belief that we ourselves were convinced of the truth of our declarations.

N. B. Pejor causa, melior facies.

Mem.-Prorogue it, and in the mean time

endeavour to allay the dust and heat, and cool, with some elixir of aurum publicum, these

"Plebicolæ, omnesque auræ popularis captatores."Popular men, and host of mob-ear-catchers.

Mem.-To persevere in behaving towards the United States with more or less moderation, according to the thermometer of our fears or hopes. Insolence in prosperity, and abject. ness in adversity, may be signs of meanness of soul, according to the rules of common life, but not of politics. If wrong, throw all the blame upon Erskine.

"Fallacia alia aliam trudit."

Trick upon trick.

Here end the memoranda of these ministerial tricksters, or state quacks, from which we may collect, that a long reach and little conscience are as necessary to a minister of state, as a long hand and little fingers are to a man-midwife. The office itself confers the

former upon them, and power as naturally deadens the latter, as water quenches fire. We may infer also, that a little previous information, and some small share of knowledge of mankind, and talent for governing them, according to their different characters, are necessary to qualify a man for assuming the reins of government, and prevent him from drawing down destruction upon the people, and ignominy and execrations upon himself, by overturning the state-coach. But nothis liberal age have determined it to be otherwise, and we have had a dancing-boydriver; and, what is more wonderful, a dancing keeper of the seals :

*Full oft within the spacious walls,
When he had fifty winters o'er him,
My grave lord-keeper led the brawls,
The seals and maces danc'd before him."

GRAY.

These were both very pretty youths of their age, and have often reminded us of the following anecdote of Dr. Watson, Bishop of

Llandaff, until sleep has become a stranger to our eyes for nights together:

About the year 1766, the doctor was elected Public Professor of Chemistry in the University of Cambridge; though he was at the time by no means conversant even in the first principles of that science. The doctor felt his duty to the public, and the necessity there was that he should not appear incompetent to the task which had devolved upon him. He passed whole days, and sometimes nights, in the laboratory, assisted by a practical chemist, whose name was Hoffman. In their first experiment, their success was small; their disappointments numerous. They destroyed various retorts, injured their health, endangered their lives, actually blew themselves up, and at length did the same by their workshop!-Our hungry projectors had shewn themselves so eager in their pursuit of the philosopher's stone, that whenever, exhausted with our waking apprehensions for the general safety, we have sunk fatigued into a disquiet slumber, we have often started up,

exclaiming :-" There they fly! up they go! shop and all!" At length, as the Catholic priest, Schwartz, was blown up by triturating the ingredients of gunpowder in a mortar, so were were our pretenders scattered to the birds in the air, by amalgamating some strong inflammable ingredients to procure a catholicon, or universal antidote to the bite of bigots. When the people found that the explosion had done no damage but to the projectors themselves, and that the workshop was safe, they heartily enjoyed the joke of the flying alchymists, who had ever been deemed too broad-bottomed to dread cutting such capers in the air, even should a gunpowder plot be played off under them. But it was only as boys fight-one down, and the other come on; for the Catholic were succeeded by the No Popery men, and to whatever tune they dance, John Bull knows that he must pay the piper.

Fortunately it has fared with us hitherto, as with some stage-coach passengers, when the driver having fallen asleep, or being