When und voce all allow,

He would do right-if he knew how.
But if, among this motley crew,
One man of real parts we view,
With mind for highest station fit,
The colleague, friend, yet foe of Pitt;
He to whose merits all men granted,
That Pitt's last list one great name wanted;
He who with every talent shone,
Except consistency alone;

"We smile if such a man there be,
But weep if G

VE SHOULD BE HE."

THE SCHOOL OF PITT.

[From the British Press, April 6.]

IT has been observed, that former Administrations have been distinguished by some particular name; such as "the Rockingham Administration," "the Grenville Administration,' &c.; but that the New Ministry is a mere sine nomine vulgus, destitute of the differentia essentialis to discriminate it from any ordinary set of politicians. The ministerial prints have, however, glossed over this great defect, by denominating the New Ministry, "The School of Pitt." This new-fangled phrase has been bandied about among the time-servers with so much zeal and perseverance, that we should not be surprised if they have really persuaded themselves that it means something more than a vain empty title, for the purpose of imposing upon the ignorant, the thoughtless, and the superficial. We have read of the school of Plato, the school of Zeno, the school of Aristippus. These great masters taught and maintained particular tenets and principles, and might be considered the heads of so many sects; like Rowland Hill and the late Mr. Wesley: the scholars imitated the

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masters. In the same way, in the fine arts, the arts of painting and sculpture, we have heard of the schools of Phidias and Praxiteles, the schools of Titian and Vandyke; and, speaking more generally, the Flemish and the Italian schools. These epithets merely designate certain artists, who, forming themselves upon the principles of some great master in these respective arts, imitate his manner and style of colouring, and rest their fame on their approximation to those works which they have been taught to regard as models of perfection. The three great questions or leading principles of Mr. Pitt's political life, as laid down by Lord Grenville, in his explanation on Thursday se'nnight in the House of Lords, were, the Sinking Fund, the Abolition of the Slave Trade, and the Catholic Question: let us then try the fitness and propriety of the title, "The School of Pitt," as applied to the New Ministry, in relation to these principles. The New Ministry consists of the following persons: the Duke of Portland, Lord Hawkesbury, Viscount Castlereagh, Lord Eldon, Earl of Chatham, Earl of Westmoreland, Lord Mulgrave, Mr. Perceval, Earl of Camden, and Mr. Canning. Now of these, several, viz. the Earl of Westmoreland, Lord Hawkesbury, &c. were distinguished by their opposition to the Abolition of the Slave Trade, and the whole of them are pledged to oppose the Catholic Question. Seven of them also were Cabinet Members with Mr. Addington, now Viscount Sidmouth, when Mr. Pitt opposed that Ministry, and exerted all his strength to remove them, as persons utterly unfit, from incapacity, folly, and weakness, to fill that great and important station: they must then have been dunces, or very refractory scholars; but, in either event, how men who spent their political lives in opposition to Mr. Pitt's principles, can, with propriety, call themselves

the workhouse of his parish. He urged the question so strongly and so warmly, that he was generally believed to be serious, and people sincerely wished that he should be chosen Churchwarden for the subsequent year.

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The disposition of events is in the hand of Providence. It pleased Heaven to take to itself the wise and virtuous Overseer that had so long and so carefully guarded against the dangers of innovation, and preserved unimpaired the health and constitution of those intrusted to his care. His rival was afterwards successful: his appointment variously excited exultation and apprehension: the advocates of wigs, who before hid their diminished heads under paltry bob or scratch wigs, now came forth and appeared in all the solemnity and pomp of full-bottomed and flowing perukes. Those who valued themselves on their native covering, and dreaded innovation, appre hended an arrangement that would reduce all ranks to the same level; a short time elapsed in terrible suspense; but both hopes and fears were finally disappointed: the new Parish Officer found he could not improve on the system already established; and therefore, as he had dealt a little in fiction before on every occasion, excused himself in the language of the poet, "Whatever is, is best." As to the unfortunate extra-parochials, he recommends to them patience, also in the language of another poet :

-Levius fit patentiâ

Quicquid corrigere est nefas.

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IMAGINED

IMAGINED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY,

WHILST ATTENDING THE INTERMENT OF THE RIGHT

HON. C. J. FOX.

[From the Morning Chronicle.]

RITONS, who Freedom's sacred name revere;

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Britons, to whom your charter'd rights are deare
Now bend in silent sorrow o'er his grave,

Who liv'd their guardian, and who died their slave.
The watchful Patriot, whose unceasing care
Upheld his drooping country from despair;
The people's friend, whose comprehensive mind
Embrac'd the liberties of human kind;
For peace and liberty, 'midst party strife,
Who struggled through his whole of public life;
Alas! he adds to this sepulchral dome

(Valour and Virtue's consecrated home)
Transcendent lustre by his hallow'd name;

Here rests his lifeless corse, here lives his deathless fame,
Respect and reverence here attend his bier,
Respect and reverence will not leave him here;
No! future Britons will his loss deplore,
And deeply feel that Fox exists no more;
Will long reflect, while sighing o'er his tomb,
On his past struggles, and their own to come.
Freedom's great champion, on this crowd look down,
View the mute homage to thy virtues shown;
Thy country's voluntary tribute paid,
Best, purest incense to thy awful shade.

T. J. SALTER.

PLEDGE AND PLACE:

OR, THE LION, LEOPARD, AND MONKIES.-A FABLE.

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BY ANDREW SAGE, GENT.

[From the Morning Post.]

NMIX'D attachment, 't is confess'd,
In servants proves the truest test
Of ardour in a master's cause,
And best incentive to applause.

Let

Let those who wish to gain the art
That may this valu'd worth impart,
Learn but one master to obey,
And wisely shun the jarring sway
Where two have undisputed right
To claim his toil from morn to night;
For who, that vainly strives to prove
To either lord an equal love,
Must not expect from each to gain,
At least an equal share of pain?

Hence servants, wearied by their fate,
Fly to the refuge of deceit,

And find too soon their labour gone,
With all their secret wiles undone,
In losing each; as all their care
Is idly bent to keep a pair.

Sad discord once disturb'd the plain,
And tore with wars the bestial train,
As rival champions fought for sway,
(The Lion and the Leopard 'they ;)
But long the jarring feuds had fled,
And civil broils had long been dead,
Resigning to the Lion's might
What was before his royal right,
When furious contest ceas'd to swell
The horrors of the hostile yell,
And faction sparkled but to show
The flames that lay subdu'd below.
Yet faction (as we find the case
With brutes as with the human race)
Will always lure, however weak,
A noisy few its cause to take,
And make their busy murmurs rise,
As carrion draws the noisome flies,
That always buz around the part
Most poison'd with Infection's dart.
'T was, then, some hundred years ago
The Lion saw, with deepest woe,
Most prematurely snatch'd by fate,
A Minister belov❜d and great;
To Sov'reign and to Country true,
Their good alone his only view,
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Whose