general, among the army in particular, no man in the House of Commons would honestly dare to prefer charges against the second son of his sovereign, except Col. Wardle. Nay, every one of them, out of tenderness to the royal family, affected to believe that the charges could never be substantiated. One member was instantly visited with a vision of a foul conspiracy to overturn the constitution, and pretended to see (with a sort of scotch second sight) treason and sedition at work(he might easily have seen corruption and peculation): Another held over the colonel's head, like the sword of Damocles, the threat of infamy, if the charges were not substantiated; and the whole nation were set grinning by another (of notorious principles) who tenderly warned the colonel against lending himself to an unprincipled association. As some kind of a proof of it, he called himself

the colonel's friend. Col. Wardle, however, was not to be intimidated; he was even complimented by some of the ministerial party on the fairness and firmness with which he had discharged his duty to the public, and the gratitude of the whole nation poured in upon him. "Now," says Mistress Clarke,

" is my time.

Colonel Wardle owes all his popularity to me; and, if he closes his pursestrings against me, I will nip it in the bud." Has she been able to do so?-No; she has only exhibited herself in all her naked, hideous deformity; a cloak of simplicity over a lump of putrescence. What bounds could Col. Wardle hope to set to her extortions, when not satisfied with the thousands such a reptile has been suffered to expend of the public money, she extorts thousands more for the suppression of the Duke of York's letters; and, as if her appetite became

more voracious with the quantity of golden food lavished upon it, she now threatens to publish the letters (real or manufactured) of all her other admirers, and to gratify her rapacity at the expence of the domestic happiness of a number of families. Such harpies the poet well describes:

"They snatch our meat, defiling all they find, And, parting, leave a loathsome stench behind."

DRYDEN.

Let Mistress Clarke gull a few sensual individuals in future, if any will fall into her trap after being so well forewarned of the Circean Cup; but Johnny Bull must be a driveller indeed, if he suffers himself to be gulled by her affected simplicity, after having been admitted to peep behind the curtain of her boudoir, and even behind her bed-cur tains, at the army lists and applications for

preferment pinned to them, unless he would wish to incur that censure of the poet :

"The world is nat❜rally averse
To all the truth it sees or hears;
But swallows nonsense and a lie,
With greediness and gluttony."

HUDIBRAS.

The truth, once out, can never be recalled, and none but fools will shut their eyes and ears against conviction. If, after the present lesson, we should still witness an archbishop, and shoals of deans, prebends, doctors in divinity, wise legislators, generals, colonels, &c. dancing attendance at a prostitute's levée, for a share in the public spoils, or to bribe her to silence, we may venture to predict that-ENGLAND'S SUN IS SETTING.

CERVANTES HOGG.

THE

SETTING SUN.

"Sometimes some fam'd historian's pen
Recalls past ages back agen;

Where all, I see, through ev'ry page,
Is but how men, with senseless rage,
Each other rob, destroy, and burn,
To serve a priest's, a statesman's turn;
Tho' loaded with a diff'rent aim,
Yet always asses much the same."

SOAME JENYNS.

"I HOPE," said Oliver Cromwell, on reading a letter of Admiral Blake, of his humbling the Spaniards at Malaga-" I hope to make the name of an Englishman as great as ever was that of a Roman!"— Degraded as we now are from our brave ancestors, at least with respect to public virtues, there are yet to be found many, many