Captain Wright was accordingly conveyed to Paris, and confined in the Temple; there to remain till it was found convenient to bring the formidable accessaries of this treasonable design to trial. The law of France would have subjected Wright to the punishment of death: but he was of minor consideration. My grand object was to secure the principals, and I considered the English Captain's evidence, of the utmost consequence towards completing my object." He again and again, most solemnly asserted, that Captain Wright died in the Temple, by his own hand, as described in the Moniteur, and at a much earlier period than has been generally believed.' p. 141.

We offer no comment upon these statements. That Bonaparte should scruple to commit any crime as a means of obtaining a definite end, is in the highest degree improbable, because allowing him to be susceptible of the sentiment of humanity or of justice, when did such considerations ever induce a man destitute of religious fear, to swerve from the line of policy? It is however equally improbable that, without adequate inducement, he should expose himself to the opprobrium of useless crime. It seems that he is seriously and laboriously engaged in writing the Annals of his Life' as he considers the career of his ambition as terminated. We confess that we look forward with no ordinary curiosity, to the disclosures which such a work must contain, as to the springs and motives of those actions whieh have agitated Europe for so many years.

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We have, of course, adverted to only a small proportion of the interesting matter which Mr. Warden's Letters contain : but the volume is already in the hands of almost every person. One of the most remarkable things in it, is Bonaparte's distinct avowal of his fixed determination, in 1805, to attempt the invasion of England in person, at the head of two hundred thousand men. The victory of Trafalgar appears to have disconcerted his arrangements at that time. The portrait of Bonaparte prefixed to the work, is pronounced by Mr. W. to be the most decided likeness that has been given of him: it answers to his representation; the face large, full, and pale, but not sickly;' the forehead smooth; the neck short, but the shoulders of the 'finest proportion.' Mr. Warden remarks with great simplicity, that he has an uncommon face.'

Art. VI. 1. Verses to the Memory of the late Richard Reynolds of Bristol. By James Montgomery, Author of the Wanderer of Switzerland, &c. &c. 8vo. pp. 32. Price 2s. Longman and Co. 1816.

2. The Loss of Righteous and Merciful Men lamented and improved. A Sermon delivered at Bristol, September 22d, 1816, occasioned by the Death of that eminen Pthilanthropist Richard Reynolds, Esq. one of the Society of Friends. To which is subjoined a brief Memoir of his Life. By Samuel Lowell. 8vo. pp. 34. Price 1s. 6d. Bristol. 1816.

MR.

R. MONTGOMERY'S talents were never more worthily employed than on the present occasion, nor on a theme more congenial with his feelings. It was not any poet, how highly soever gifted by nature, that would have been a fit person to approach the grave of Richard Reynolds, and to hang his wreath on the good man's monument.' These verses are the sincere tribute of the affections as well as of the mind' of the writer, and they come with peculiar appropriateness from the author of the "West Indies" and the World before the Flood," as one entitled from the claim of kindred, to the honour of following to his grave the Philanthropist and the Christian,to compose his elegy, if the occasion would allow of the sentiment of grief-to inscribe his epitaph, could he need one.

The present publication comprises three poems. The following stanzas are from the first, entitled, The Death of the 'Righteous.'

This place is holy ground;
World, with thy cares, away!
Silence and darkness reign around,
But, lo! the break of day:
What bright and sudden dawn appears,
To shine upon this scene of tears?

'Tis not the morning-light,
That wakes the lark to sing;
'Tis not a meteor of the night,
Nor track of angel's wing:

It is an uncreated beam,

Like that which shone on Jacob's dream.

'Eternity and Time

Met for a moment here;

From earth to heaven, a scale sublime
Rested on either sphere,

Whose steps a saintly figure trod,

By Death's cold hand led home to God.

'He landed in our view,

Midst flaming hosts above;

Whose ranks stood silent, while he drew
Nigh to the throne of love,

And meekly took the lowest seat,

Yet nearest his Redeemer's feet.' pp. 17, 18.

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Bury the dead;—and weep

In stillness o'er the loss;

Bury the dead;-in Christ they sleep,
Who bore on earth his cross,

And from the grave their dust shall rise,
In his own image to the skies.' p. 19.

The third piece in the series, was intended for a figurative representation of the sublime and universal Charity,' which the city of Bristol have established in commemoration of the departed Philanthropist, under the designation of Reynolds's Commemoration Society. It may be questioned whether a monument equally splendid was ever raised to the memory of an individual. Never had Romish saint such a canonization ; never had hero such a trophy of his achievements.

'The pyre, that burns the aged Bramin's bones,
Runs cold in blood, and issues living groans,
When the whole Haram with the husband dies,
And demons dance around the sacrifice.

In savage realms, when tyrants yield their breath,
Herds, flocks, and slaves, attend their lord in death;
Arms, chariots, carcases, a horrid heap,

Rust at his side, or share his mouldering sleep.

'When heroes fall triumphant on the plain;
For millions conquer'd, and ten thousands slain,
For cities levell'd, kingdoms drench'd in blood,
Navies annihilated on the flood;

-The pageantry of public grief requires
The splendid homage of heroic lyres ;

And genius moulds impassion'd brass to breathe
The deathless spirit of the dust beneath,
Calls marble honour from its cavern'd bed,
And bids it live-the proxy of the dead.
'Reynolds expires, a nobler chief than these;
No blood of widows stains his obsequies;
But widows' tears, in sad bereavement fall,
And foundling voices on their father call:
No slaves, no hecatombs, his relics crave,
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gorge the worm, and crowd his quiet grave;
But sweet repose his slumbering ashes find,
As if in Salem's sepulchre enshrined;

And watching angels waited for the day,
When Christ should bid them roll the stone away.

'Not in the fiery hurricane of strife,
'Midst slaughter'd legions he resign'd his life;
But peaceful as the twilight's parting ray,
His spirit vanish'd from its house of clay,
And left on kindred souls such power imprest,
They seem'd with him to enter into rest.
Hence no vain pomp, his glory to prolong,
No airy immortality of song;

No sculptured imagery, of bronze or stone,
To make his lineaments for ever known,
Reynolds requires :—his labours, merits, name,
Demand a monument of surer fame;

Not to record and praise his virtues past,

But shew them living, while the world shall last.' pp. 27—9. Every trait of this excellent man should be perpetuated. From the Memoir appended to Mr. Lowell's Sermon, we learn that Mr. Reynolds was a native of Bristol, the son of a member of the Society of Friends. Through his first wife he became connected with the large Iron works of Coalbrook Dale and its vicinity, of which he became the principal proprietor. Here,' remarks the writer of the Sketch," Providence seems to 'have sanctioned an accumulation of wealth, which was one day to be distributed in ample gifts to the poor and needy.'

To attempt any thing like accuracy in the amount of his benefactions would be vain; none but himself and HE whose eyes are in every place, beholding the evil and the good, knew how much he disbursed. We have witnessed more than once, five hundred guineas to this charity, one thousand to that, here and there the same repeated under the modest name of "A Friend" and various other disguised signatures. Indeed we are assured, that in one year, he bestowed in various charities upwards of twenty thousand pounds:nor do we doubt it, for there appeared neither limit nor bound to his benevolence, as he had correspondents in various parts of the United Kingdom, who sought for cases of distress in their respective neighbourhoods, and recommended them to his assistance; but that assistance was never given carelessly or slothfully; the energies of a mind at all times vigorous and discriminating, were exercised to distinguish between the impostor and the sufferer; to the first he was a prudent monitor, to the latter a cheering friend and consoling benefactor. Not content with bestowing such abundant gifts annually, he purchased two estates in Monmouthshire, which he settled on trustees, for the benefit of certain charities in this city, and it appears, that during his valuable life, he bestowed in acts of charity, upwards of two hundred thousand pounds.'

At the public meeting of the inhabitants of Bristol, at which the Mayor of the City presided, for the purpose of considering

the best means of perpetuating the benefits conferred by the departed Philanthropist, many eloquent panegyrics were pronounced on his character. Dr. Pole gave the following account.

"It is well known, that he made it his constant practice from religious principle, annually to spend the whole of his income. What his moderate domestic establishment did not require, he disposed of in subscriptions and donations for promoting whatever was useful to: society, as well as to lessen the sufferings of the afflicted, without regard to names, sects, or parties. At one particular time, (if I am rightly informed,) he wrote to a friend in London, acquainting him that he had not, that year, spent the whole of his income, requesting that if he knew of any particular cases claiming charitable relief, he would be glad to be informed. His friend communicated to him the distressing situation of a considerable number of persons confined in a certain prison for small debts. What did this humane and generous Philanthropist do on this representation? He cleared the whole of their debts. He swept this direful mansion of al its miserable tenants. He opened the prison doors, proclaimed deliverance to the captives, and let the oppressed go free."

pp. 10, 11.

6 Mr STEPHEN PRUST told this characteristic anecdote: "Mr. REYNOLDS having applied to a Gentleman whom he thought rich, but who was really only in circumstances of mediocrity, to stimulate him to give, made use of the following argument: When gold encircles the heart it contracts it to such a degree, that no good can issue from it; but when the pure gold of Faith and Love gets into the heart it expands it, so that the last drop of life blood will flow into any channel of benevolence.”

The following pleasing circumstance comes from the same authority "A Lady applied to him on behalf of an Orphan. After he had given liberally, she said, When he is old enough, I will teach him to name and thank his Benefactor.'' Stop, (said the Good Man,) thou art mistaken-we do not thank the clouds for the rain. Teach him to look higher, and thank HIM who giveth both the clouds and the rain." pp. 12, 13.

These are characteristics which cannot be mistaken. No motives but those of a spiritual nature, could have actuated this truly good man, in conduct so consistent, so unostentatious, so much beyond the line of ordinary exertion. His faith was justified by his works, and never did such works proceed from an inferior principle. Mr. Lowell remarks,

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The men of the world despise the doctrines of the cross, and treat the influences of the Holy Spirit with contempt; but while they scorn these sacred things, they must surely admire the effects of which they are so richly productive. Is it not a matter of universal notoriety, that the most benevolent individuals which ever blest our nation, have been under the influence of these despised principles; and is it not in vain that we look for a philanthropist among all the sacred classes of sceptics and infidels? When we speak of the examples of British benevolence, to whom does the