18o0r.] 
Can ftroke his beard, and tell what joy or 
care, 
What ups and downs in life fhall be our fhare : 
Are you the cunning man? or you? or you ? 
Come tell my fortune firft, and tell me true: 
Say, fhall I live to fee mankind grow wife, 
And know the deareft gifts of Heav’n to prize? 
How long fhall guilty paffions poifon life ? 
How long fhall folly urge the favage ftrife ? 
How long fhall man creation’s boons furvey, 
Then madly throw its richeft pearls away ? 
How long fhall modeft worth be doom’d to 
mourn, 
Spurn’d by the proud, of impudence the fcorn? 
“How long fhall coxcomb pedants claim the 
prize, 
And learning ftarve, retired from vulgar eyes? 
How long fhall myftery for religion pafs, 
And fcoundrels cheat the world, as babes of 
grace? ‘ 
And white-robed knaves, to fenfe and reafon 
blind, 
Impofe their own dark creed on all man- 
kind? [Rings a bell, 
O yes! O yes!—if any one can tell, 
Where Honour, exil’d long from courts, does 
dwell ; 
Where ftubborn Britifh honefty ftands by, 
Watching his country’s fate with anxious 
eye 3 - 
Whoe’er can lead a patriot ftatefman forth, 
Replete with wifdom, fortitude, and worth ; 
Whoe’er fhall teach my unikilled hands to 
raife 
A monument, not undeferv’d, of praife, 
Retrofpelt of the Fine Arts. 
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To him this golden chain and fearf I give, 
His name engraved with mine fhall ever live ; 
His eye the bef delights of earth thall greet, 
Perennial flow’rs fhall {pring beneath his 
feet, 
And wit and beauty grace his happy feat. 
Norwich, Dec. 31, 1800, 
=a are 
SONNET, 
By the auTHoR of the PARADISE of PASTE. 
Hew oft in Reafon’s fpite muft we be told, 
(And told it too in Britain’s lib’ral air) 
By thofe that Afric’s fons in bondage hold, - 
That better they than Scotia’s peafants 
fare ! ‘ 
Could ye their hunger feed with fruits of 
gold, 
And liquid rubies for their drink prepare, 
All this for Freedom’s feaft were richly fold, 
Which Nature’s voice incites each fon to 
 fhare. 
The naked wretch that drinks the torrent’s 
tide, 
And picks his fcanty meal from fhrub or 
tree, } 
While unreftrain’d by Pow’rs tyrannic pride, 
- O’er all the mountains he can wander free, 
Is Rappier far (in ev’ry manly mind) 
Than ‘he that fumptuous fares in Slav’ry’s 
halls confin’d. — 
Agee 
MONTHLY RETROSPECT OF .THE FINE’ ARTS. 
(The Loan of al! new Prints and Communications are requefted.) 
Tbe Right Honourable Lord Nelfon, K. B. Vice 
_ Admiral of ihe Blue, Duke of Bronti, &c. 
From a Pifture by Abbot, in the Poffeffion of 
_ Ff. Mac Arthur, Efq. Engraved by ‘fames 
Heath, and publifbed by Macklin, Fleet-fireet ; 
Thompfon, Newport-ftreet 3 and Colnaghi, 
Cock{pur-fireet. Price tos. 6d. 
HIS is engraved in the dotted man- 
. ner, and from the name of the ar- 
tift it is hardly neceflary to fay, it is well 
engraved; but with refpeé& to refem- 
blance, if an engraving from De Cofta, 
which we noticed in our laft retrofpect, is 
like the gallant Admiral, this is not ; for 
the two portraits bear very little refem- 
blance to each other. 
Earl St. Vincent. De Cofta pinxit, F. Stow 
Jeulpt. Publifhed by Brydon, Charing-Crofs. 
Price 2s. 6d. 
This is intended as a companion to 
a portrait of Lord Nelfon by the {ame ar- 
- tilts, which was noticed laft month, and 
' Montuiy Mac. No, 70. 
in defign and execution is equal to that 
which preceded it. Bi 
Lord Kilwarden, Chief Ffuftice of the King’s 
Bench in Ireland. Painted by H. Hamilton, 
1795. F. Bartoloxzi feulpt. Publifhed by 
Cowen, 39, Fleet-flreet, and Grafton fircety 
Dublin, Now. 1800. - Price tos. 6d. 
When Stuart, the American portrait- 
painter, was in England, and once painted 
a portrait of Judge Barrington, arrayed 
in all the pompous paraphernalia of his 
profeffion; the artift went through the 
three firft fittings very much to the fatis- 
faétion of his employer, who exprefled 
high approbation of the drawing, difpofi- 
tion of the figure, colouring, &c.—‘* but 
I think,’” added he, “I think, if you 
were to add another curl or two to the 
left fide of the periwig, it would make 
it more uniform, and be an improvement: 
but perhaps I am wrong, and if I am, 
Mr, Stuart muft pardon me, for, to tell 
you 
