mantle lie several little rolls; two of which opening at a corner, in the one may be distinguished these characters, MHNIN de; in the other ΑΝΔΡΑ ἔννεπε. The person in the other scale seems more sedate and thoughtful: his looks speak him a man of great application, and consummate judgment. On his head is a mixt garland of bays, myrtle, and rural flowers: in his left hand he bears a shepherd's crook, at the top of which hangs clustering a swarm of bees: in his right hand he displays a trumpet, with a banner hanging from it; on the banner is painted a night-piece of a city in flames; and a young man in burnished armour, leading (through a street which goes to a gate of the city) a boy by the hand, and bearing on his shoulders an aged person, who carries a parcel of little images in his arms. The scales seem equally poised; or, if there is any small declension, it is on the side of the old-man. Close by the scale on the right stands (as if he expected to be weighed next) one who holds out a proadni.. of a delicious garden, out of which an anThe ་ h a flaming sword, drives a man and a next in naked, who in their looks betray all the the piecef sorrow and remorse. Behind this fithrough Ences a venerable person, with a mitre man play d: he looks up (with all the signs of admiration and gratitude) towards the old man who holds the little rolls in the folding of his garment; and he stretches out his arm, as if he meant to present him with a book, lettered on the back" Telemaque." Not far off is drawn a large group of men; some with buskins on their legs; others with a particular kind of slight pumps on their feet; and two or three with vizard masks on their faces. At some distance up in the air is seen a figure with a human face, and the legs and body and wings of a swan; it seems to direct its flight to the clouds; and beneath, on a plain, are represented some games of exercise, as, running, wrestling, horse and chariot races, with crowds of spectators. In the third pannel, the figure that first engages the eye is Astrea, sitting on a broad blue arch of a circle, in which are shadowed out darkly in miniature, the likenesses of several animals: in her hand she holds the balance, of which she was the inventress. In the scales are human figures lessened in due proportion: in the descending scale is only one person, bearing in his lap a sphere, and upon it lies the draught of a city besieged, with several engines of an ancient form planted on the walls. He beckons to a man of a studious aspect, who seems intent upon a prism of glass, and holds a book What rank or condition is then among us, which may not draw, from this great school of moral reasoning, some observation for their benefit?-Even the unwary and extravagant, whose lives are a continued luxury, and to whom the miseries of debt appear remote and without terror; even they may find a lesson among these tombs; for there they may be shewn the bodies of great men, doing penance in their velvet coffins, and imprisoned after death, to satisfy the malice of their stubborn creditors; as if the influence of sordid money could extend its cruelties beyond life, and had a privilege to disturb, by avarice, the sleeping ashes of departed sovereigns! Is a man insulted, wronged, betrayed? does he hate his distrusted enemy? are his thoughts employed on revenge? and does he break his sleep with stratagems to avoid, or retaliate, the injustice that may be done him? Let him walk with me in this instructive circle, and I will shew him the dust of a murdered monarch, mixing quietly with his who murdered him. I will tread with him over earth that is passive and ferments not, though composed of united atoms from the mingled bodies of those men, whose battling interests and affections, while they lived, shook the kingdom like an earthquake! When the quarrelsome consider this, they ought to blush at their little hatreds, and grow ashamed to let their souls be divided by animosity, when death may crumble their bodies together, and incorporate them with their most malicious enemy! There is no fortune so exalted, but it may find a check in this dark mansion; nor any condition so dejected, but that it may be sure of a comfort: every stone that we look upon, in this repository of past ages, is an entertainment and a monitor. I never leave its venerable gloom, without finding my mind cooler and more composed than when I entered. I sink deep into myself, and see my heart without disguise, in its good or evil propensities; and I gather power from these strong impressions to resist pleasure, pride, ambition, or low avarice; and to fortify the impulses of humility, forgiveness, charity, and the virtues of content and quietude. There was published, a few years since, a poem called "Westminster Abbey." I am sorry the author's name was not printed with it.There is something highly elevated in his genius, that is sweetly serious, and sublimely melancholy. The verses inserted above I am indebted for to that poem; and I shall borrow from the same piece these following, which, I will take the liberty to affirm, are as fine ones as were ever written. I ask pardon for a transposition, and alteration or two, which I have only made, that I might have the pleasure of collecting into one view as many of the beauties as could possibly be drawn together in the narrow compass of my paper. Lead on, my Muse! while, trembling, I essay Seize Time, and by the pinions, urge his stay; Bid him recline his scythe on each pale tomb, To mount their throne, here monarchs bend their way O'er pavements where their predecessors lay. Ye sons of empire! who, in pompous hour, |