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and evening service, and found that 
they inspired us on each perusal with 
so strong a sense of a beneficent God, 
that our situation, even in these wilds, 
appeared no longer destitute,” &c. 
Now this would be a very fair para- 
graph for the Religious Tract Society; 
but the reviewer, forgetting the bene- 
volent portion of Christianity, turns it 
anto a vehicle of personal malignity ;— 
“ Read this, (says he,) ye Hunts, and 
ye Hones; and, if you be not as insen- 
sible to the feelings of shame and 
remorse, as to those consolations 
which the Christian religion is capa- 
ble of affording, think of Richardson, 
Hood, and Hepburn.” 
The seventh article is the Odes of 
Pindar, translated from the Greek, by 
Abraham Moore, of which a first part 
as only yet given to the public. Pin- 
dar is one of the most esteemed and 
the least known of all the writers of 
antiquity. Even by the learned, he 
has been praised almost solely upon 
the testimony of Horace; and it has 
not hitherto been practicable to render 
him popular by translation into any of 
the modern languages. he» first 
Olympic Ode is the pons asinorum of 
all his translators. ‘The version of 
Mr. Moore is preferred to that of 
‘West; and, without deciding between 
them, we copy the introductory stan- 
zas of each, leaving the reader to 
judge which (if any) is most deserving 
of praise. 
Water the first of elements we hold, 
And, as the flaming fire at night 
Glows with its own conspicuous light, 
Above proud treasure shines transcendent gold. 
Batif, my soul, ’tis thy desire 
For the Great Games to strike thy lyre, 
Look not within the range of day 
A star more yenial to deser 
Than yon warm sun, whose glittering ray 
Dims all the spheres that gild the sky; 
Nor lJoftier theme to raise thy strain 
Than fam’d Olympia’s crowded plain, &c. 
Moore. 
Chief of Nature’s works divine, 
Water claims the highest praise; 
Richest offspring of the mine 
Gold, like fire, whose flashing rays 
From afar conspicuous gleam 
Through the nigtt’s invotving cloudy 
First in lustre and esteem, 
Decks the treasures of the proud; 
So among the lists of Fame 
Pisa’s honour’d games excel, 
Then to Pisa’s glorious name 
Tune, O Muse, thy sounding shell. 
Who along the desert air 
Seeks the faded starry train, 
When the San’s meridian car 
Round illumes th’ etherial plain? 
Who a nobler theme can chuse 
Than Olympia’s sacred games? 
What more apt to fire the Muse 
When her various songs she frames? 
West, 
The New Navigation Laws are the 
subject of the next article; in which 
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the reviewer, as far as his vencration 
for the ministry will allow him to 
express his sentiments, is decidedly 
hostile te the sweeping changes of the 
new political economists; and many of 
his remarks appear to us to be rational 
and well founded, ‘‘To speak plainly, 
(says he,) we perceive too much of 
abstraction in the legislation of the day. 
Vhe theorists are beginning once more 
to find favour against the expertmen- 
talists: of old these followers of ab- 
stract principles were wont to aver- 
whelm opposition by the ipse dixit of 
Aristotle; now-a-days they attempt 
the same rational end by the use of 
the word freedom,—free laws, free re- 
ligion, free press, free trade: so say 
they,—and so say we; but we differ 
as to the just meaning of the word 
free: they think nothing free as long 
as there are any restraints on human 
passions or human actions. We think 
that there is a difference between 
freedom and licence; and that, consi- 
dering the infirmity of our nature, 
restraints are absolutely necessary in 
all cases in which the passions or 
cupidity of mankind are likely to 
come into play.” So far, this is well; 
but the remainder of the paragraph 
descends, as usual, into personality, 
which we wish not to quote. 
The ninth and tenth articles are 
devoted to the praise of Madame 
Campan’s Memoirs of Marie Antoineite, 
and to the Narratives of the Duchess of 
Angouléme and of Louis XVIII. Of 
the accuracy and genuineness of these 
several Narratives, not a single doubt 
is expressed; and he who has ever 
perused a single number of the Quar- 
terly Review will be at no loss to 
conceive the style in which the criti- 
cisms are written. Royalty itself is 
sufficient evidence of possessing all 
the virtues, and to be a republican is 
to be a villain. Madame Campan, who 
belonged successiyely to all the par- 
ties, is to be implicitly believed in 
every thing. “It is probable (says 
the writer), from much internal and 
some external evidence, that these 
memoranda were written by Madame 
Campan, (whose former situation had 
made her perfect in these matters,) 
at the desire of Bonaparte, as the guide 
and model of the etiquette of the 
court which he was about to revive,” 
The reader will bear in mind, that 
this Madame Campan was waiting- 
woman to Marie Antoinette, who is 
characterised by the reyiewer as 
“among 
