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(BEING THE TWELFTH OF A NEW SERIES.)
PART THE SECOND.
PRODESSE ET DELECTARE.
E PLURIBUS UNUM.
By SYLVANUS URBAN, Gent.
LONDON: Printed by JOHN NICHOLS and SON,
at Cicero's Head, Red Lion Passage; Fleet Street ;
AND SOLD BY
and by PERTHES and BESSEK, Hamburgh. 1819.
TO SYLVANUS URBAN, GENT,
On completing his LXXXIXth Volume.
The silver Swan majestic rides,
Thus brilliant thy career.
The eye with transports fill;
Arrang'd with taste and skill.
Or heavy rains descend;
Sylvanus proves a friend.
Or thro' the verdant mead;
And gallant actions read.
The speaker's skill admire;
Wbat Barons great expire.
As various Works arise ;
Amusement each supplies.
Momentous, high, and great ;
Such as at Aix Chapelle were seen,
And Ministers of State.
That dow'd thro' every land ;
With Commerce in her hand.
Who War's fierce horrors brav'd ;
But stately Paris sav'd.
And joy prevails around;
The strains of Musick sound.
To favour Britain's land;
Beneath their mild command.
Urban did ouce assail;
Their shafts could not prevail.
On which the eye may pore;
Till Time shall be no more,
INDEX TO THE PLATES.
Oxford, St. Michael's, or Carfax Church
Regenl's Canal Tunnel, Islington 105
St. Martin's Church, Oxford 201
Sherborne Abbey-house 209
St. Sepulchre's Church, London, Porch of
IN announcing a continuation of our labours, we have once more to thank our numerous and kind Friends. In taking a Review, however, of the Times, as usual, we feel ourselves much in the situation of Æneas, when he made his perilous journey to visit the shade of his father Anchises. We have to pass a River Styx, and the courts where Minos is sitting in judgment, and inflicting punishment upon various Revolutionary Ixions, Tityuses, and Prometheuses, in order to arrive at those peaceful classical shades, where the spirit of Musæus sings in heavenly strains the grand elementary principles of creative power. We trust, however, that those Giant Sons of Earth, Anarchy and Irreligion, will not remove the mountains which the Parliamentary power of our Constitutional Jupiter has laid upon them.
In a Country like our own, not dependent upon territory, but on commerce, arts, and a paper circulation, it is impossible that any other than pure selfish Adventurers can desire Revolution. Annihilate the Funds and our Bank Notes, what property is there left in England? We believe that it was Mr. Burke who said, that, if all the real property of England was divided in equal shares among the whole population, there would not be more than one week's subsistence. Commerce could not subsist without security, peace, law, a circulating medium, and property guaranteed. But whence could those arise, in an unsettled state of things ? Conceive an annual income of fifty millions, spent among the people, diverted from trade and luxury in the
greater part, and the arts thrown for support and encou· ragement upon the ignorant, who do not regard them. We
do not wish to see that venerable matron Britannia, “the Old Lady in Threadneedle-street,” placed in a course of the most violent and poisonous medicines by our political quacks, because we believe, that the insulting process would certainly end in her dissolution ; and that the treatment would be infamously 'misapplied to a character, slandered indeed,