Mr. Mortimers Notes on Paris. [J'eb. 1, 



any fttrther informalion sliould be 

 pecessary, it may be Inid of Ihe Rev. 

 T. Moss, minister of 'J'rentiiam." The 

 same writer also observed, "that Dr. 

 Enfield, whose taste in selecting has 

 generally been applauded, gave great 

 ofl'ence to Mr. Moss, l)y introducing 

 material alterations into his poem, and 

 unfortunately the innovations became 

 permanent." For "channel to a stream 

 of tears," Dr. Enfield has substituted, 

 "cbannel to ^ flood of tears," which 

 has been condemned as a great dete- 

 rioration of the beauty of the poem. 

 For " source of every griel," an 

 emendation is attempted ui " sources 

 of my grief," with other variations. 

 The original title of the poem was 

 " The Beggar." 



I have now lying before me another 

 work, published by the same writer in 

 1783. The following is a copy of the 

 title-page. "The Imperfection of 

 Human Enjoyments," a poem ; by the 

 Rev. Thomas Moss, a.b. minister of 

 Brierley-hill, author of the poem en- 

 titled " The Beggar," &c. 

 — — — Vis recte vivere? Quis non? 

 Si virtus hoc una potest dare ,: fortis 



omissis 

 Hoc age deliciis. HoR. 



Printed for the auliior: sold by J. 

 Podsley, Pall Mall, London ; and by 

 M. Swinney, Birmingham, 1783. If 

 it would be acceptable, I may, in a 

 future communication, transcribe the 

 interesting conclusion of this work. 

 Some of the particulars already stated 

 may be referred to in Shaw's History 

 of Staflordshire, vol. ii. p. 237-238: 

 and they are corroborated by the ma- 

 nuscript of a gentleman resident in 

 Stourbridge, who, accompanied by 

 another respectable individual, waited 

 upon Mr. Moss for the express j)ur- 

 pose of ascertaining the ftict, to whom 

 lie explicitly declared, that he was the 

 author of the poem in qi.estion. Mr. 

 Moss died at Stourbridge, at an 

 advanced age, a few years ago. 



James Scott. 



Cradle]/, near Stourbi-id<i;e. 



To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine. 



SIR, 



AS you have considered my previ- 

 ous remarks on the French cha- 

 racter worthy of a place, I feel no hesi- 

 tation in transmitting you my remain- 

 ing observations. 



Thomas Mortimer. 

 PiltoHf Barnstaple ; Jan. 5, 1824. 



The Chamber of Deputies. 

 The engraving of this elegatit 

 structure, afiBxed to one of tlie last 

 year's numbers of the Monthly 

 Magazine, conveyed a very correct 

 idea of its interior arrangements ; but 

 it would require the pencil of a Cruik- 

 shank, or a Howlandson, to depict the 

 marked diflerence to be observed be- 

 tween the ultra-royalists and the libe- 

 rals. The former, with their powdered 

 pates, long tails, and grimaces, resem- 

 ble a club of superannuated danciqj^- 

 masters, and present a strange cdir- 

 trast to the more manly, and Jchn- 

 Bull-like looking members who com- 

 pose the left side, and who received 

 their education after the dissemination 

 of principles opposed to the haughty 

 and ignorant ))retensions of aristo- 

 cracy. Admission is procured, either 

 by an order from a member, or by 

 attending at the doors at a very early 

 hour in the morning; but there are 

 always persons who are ready to sell 

 their places, and for three francs you 

 can at all times obtain admission. 

 The persons who sell their chances 

 place a walking-stick, agreeably to the 

 order in which they arrive at the 

 doors, whilst they look out for cus- 

 tomers, and this is done without any 

 altercation, and you take your place 

 with the same quietness and order 

 with which you enter their theatres. 

 Soldiers are always in attendance, 

 and a sentry paces up and down in 

 front of the building. 



Patience. 

 Notwithstanding the excessive love 

 of novelty, and the restlessness which 

 characterizes the French, it is impossi-' 

 ble, among any people, to discover 

 greater instances of perseverance and 

 patience. 'J'his is particularly evinced 

 in their methods of training animals to 

 do, and to suffer, so contrary to their 

 instincts. Thus, tlie wooden Roscius, 

 Mr. Punch, has generally an old cat 

 for his partner, attired in cap and fea- 

 thers, and who scratches, spits, and 

 represents the scolding wife to per- 

 fection. Cats, rats, mice, and birds, 

 may also be frequently seen living 

 very cordially together in the same 

 cage. 



Pcre La Chaise. 

 This far-famed cemetery must 

 always be an object of interest to the 

 traveller, as it contains the ashes of so 

 many illustrious men : at the same 

 time, an Englishmaa cannot fail to be 

 disu;usted 



