In that whirlwind of false clamour, which never stops to pause, we are told, on the arrival of every vessel from the United States, that there is a universal commotion among the people, relative to the embargo, and that the measure must be abandoned; whereas if they would but deign to ponder for one moment, they must know, that although, in Europe, the Governments are every thing, and the people are nothing in America, the people are every thing, and the Government is nothing; as the electors take the privilege, annually, of naming their representatives, and indignantly cashier those who are not honest in their aims.

We find by Mr. Canning's reply to Mr. Ponsonby, in the House of Commons, on the 28th of February, that the Minister for Foreign Affairs could not absolutely deny, that the Spaniards had refused to admit English troops into Cadiz; some expectation may therefore be reasonably formed, that the harbour will be opened to the French, although it is shut to us "their magnanimous allies."

It is this egregious, but formidable Lady Rumour, who bewilders the human intellect, by placing correspondents on the shores of the Bay of Biscay: who saw every thing, but what occurred, and related every thing, but what was true! She has literary manufactories all over the European Continent, in the wilds of America, on the burning sands of Africa, and among the Gentoos of the Indies. Hence those wou

derful accounts from Washington, Bengal, Cónstantinople, Vienna, Berlin, Holland, Gottenburgh, Petersburgh, and Kamskatca. From those creative recesses, they poniard princes in Russia, and thrust Bonaparte into the viscera of a crocodile! Emboby armies in the north, and insurrections in the south, without permission of the parties, or the knowledge of a bed-fellow; and by way of amusement, transport a smirking nabob upon the fangs of a royal tiger. From these inflammatory sources issue those astonishing epistles, which are so greedily perused on the Stock Exchange, through patent spectacles, to the satisfaction of the Bulls, and the discomfiture of the Bears; and what is afflictive to relate, upon such frail testimonials, depends the ascent or depression of the mercury of public opinion! What a boundless stomach for novelty has honest John Bull?

As Rumour knows there is an extravagant expectation among the vulgar, that Princes should be infinitely more than mortal; she has resolved, by the agency of her slaves, to make them somewhat less than men.-Hence have arisen those multifarious charges, which the many have embraced, but which contempt should have destroyed. She has opened a raree show for royal imperfections, in the Forum, which every one is compelled to view through the miscroscope of spleen! We can never be the apologists for folly, but we cannot subscribe to partial oppression, for party views.

Mrs. Rumour has now led us into a fabulous

illustration about a Cock and a Bull!-He has swallowed two black crows, said Common Report: I informed you it was but one, rejoined Exaggeration: You are wrong likewise, added Curiosity, as I told you merely, it was something as black as a crow!

Thus it is with the Duke of York he hath participated with a courtezan, in selling comissions of the army, roared Malice, and carried away the money in his coat pocket. That is not correct, added Detraction; I only said, that he participated with his mistress, in the sale of commissions, but not a syllable about the money. You are in error also, concluded Reason, as I simply declared, that his mistress used the semblance of his authority to sell places in Church and State; and thus it continually will be, while our frailties make us subservient to beauty, and the tender passion holds dominion in the heart. He who denies the truth of this position, is an hypocrite: and he who does not feel it, is less than a man.

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When the Duke of Cumberland, who was uncle to his Majesty, was held in bondage by rosy chains of Kitty Fisher, it was notorious that she sold commissions in the army; yet there was no preternatural convulsion of the earth! Madame du Barré used her influence with Louis XV. for the same purpose. The late Countess of Yarmouth, who was the presumed chere amie of George the Second, made a market of the

peerage! yet the sun and moon kept on in their due course; nor did Affectation run about the streets, howling hic niger est! But it now seems that the public morals are to be instantaneously whitewashed by a deputation from the Whig Club, and Corruption is to be sent to Coventry for ever!

If any doubts were ever entertained of the unadulterated public spirit of that phalanx of Patriots, to whom the fiery passions are unknown, those doubts were removed on their admission to power. We are offended by the want of disinterestedness in men who have made no boasting on the virtue; but we are insulted and offended, by those who

Hold the promise to our ear,

But break it to our hope!

In the better periods of British history, men argued from their principles; they now argue from their subtlety.

What species of authority is not abused? Where does not the current of vice prevail? I tremble for the fate of my country, when dissimulation assumes the scales of justice!-Is not the standard of Immorality unfurled, and waving in every direction, more horribly portentous than the ensigns of Attila, from the toilette of the countess, to the cabin on the moor? I have witnessed as much repulsion, in demeanour, and blasphemy in speech, from the smock-frocked lurchers of a village, as among the veriest ruffians in the purlieus of St. Giles! The dissolute contagion changes lands in the social dance;

running from the high to the low in morals, and from the low to the high in manners; in the issue of which, the rustic affects to be a libertine, and the Magnifico a hackney-coachman !-We might as reasonably expect a man to be uninfected in a pestilence, as to seek for undeviating purity in the agency of these times, when the attributes of a GENTLEMAN are sinking, momentarily, into decay!

LORD FALMOUTH AND MR. PULTENEY.

THE lucrative sinecure of Commander of the Troop of Gentlemen Pensioners became vacant, in the administration of the Duke of Newcastle: and it was promised to a gallant General, who had no recommendation but what appertained to his military merits, which were of the highest consideration to his country. Before the investiture had occurred, the late Lord Falmouth waited upon the minister, Mr. Pulteney, and the following conversation happened.

Lord FALMOUTH.-Mr. Pulteney, your servant. My services to the country; phsa! it is the administration I mean, embolden me to ask the vacant place of Captain of the Gentlemen Pensioners.

Mr. PULTENEY.-His Majesty's Government, my Lord, are perfectly aware of your Lordship's zeal and importance, but the situation in question has been unluckily promised to General, Lord FALMOUTH.-Mr. Pulteney, I am not a