and commerce are again restored between the two States, the same as they existed before the war. They shall be subject to the same regulations, and enjoy the same advantages as before the breaking out of the war.

IV. The sequestration laid on the property of both Sovereigns, and of their respective subjects, as well as the embargo laid on the shipping of both nations in the various ports of Russia and Denmark at the time when war was declared, shall be removed as soon as the present treaty is ratified.

V. The two high contracting parties formally bind themselves to conclude no separate peace with the common enemy.

(The 6th article regulates the mode in which the Russian troops in Holstein were to be supplied.)

VII. The two high contracting parties guarantee to each other the possession of their present states, so as they shall be found at the period of a general peace.

VIII. The ratifications of the present treaty shall be exchanged within six weeks at Copenhagen, or earlier, if possible.,

In confirmation whereof, we, the Plenipotentiaries thereto authorised with full powers, have signed this present treaty, at Hanover, this 8th Feb. 1814. (Signed)

E. BOURKE.
P. VON SUCHTELEN,

CHARACTERS

ANECDOTES OF DR. YOUNG.

studying the Hebrew text, and more versed in the Jewish Chroni

Montagu.
Tunbridge-Wells, 1745.

TO THE DUCHESS OF PORTLAND.

I

HAVE great joy in Dr. Young, whom I disturbed in a reverie; at first he started, then bowed, then fell back into a surprize, then began a speech, relapsed into his astonishment two or three times, forgot what he had been saying, began a new subject, and so went ou. I told him your Grace desired he would write longer letters; to which he cried Ha! most einphatically, and I. leave you to interpret what it meant. He has made a friendship with one person here, whom, I believe, you would not imagine to have been made for his bosom friend. You would, perhaps suppose it was a bishop, a dean, a prebend, a pious preacher, a clergyman of exemplary life; or if a layman, of most virtuous conversation, one that had paraphrased St. Matthew, or wrote comments on Saint Paul; one blind with

man that knew more of the Levitical law, than of the civil, or common law of England. You would not guess that this associate of the Doctor's was-old Cibber! Certainly in their religious, moral,.. and civil character, there is no relation, but in their dramatic capacity there is some. But why the reverend divine, and serious author of the melancholy Night Thoughts, should desire to appear as a persona dramatis here I cannot imagine. The waters have raised his spirits to a fine pitch, as your Grace will imagine when I tell you how sublime an answer he made to a very vulgar question: I asked him how long he staid at the Wells? he said, as long as my rival staid. I was astonished how one who made no pretensions to any thing could have a rival, so I asked him for an explanation; he said he would stay as long as the sun did. He did an admirable thing to Lady Sunderland; on her mentioning Sir Robert Sutton, he asked her where Sir Robert's Lady was? on which we all laughed very heartily,

and

and I brought him off, half ashamed, to my lodgings; where, during breakfast, he assured me he asked after Lady Sunderland, because he had a great honour for her; and that having a respect for her sister, he designed to have enquired after her, if we had not put it out of his head by laughing at him. You must know, Mrs. Tichborne sat next to Lady Sunderland; it would have been admirable to have had him finish his compliment in that

manner.

TO THE SAME.

Tunbridge-Wells, Sept. the 3d, 1745.

MY DEAR LADY DUCHESS, I am extremely happy in Dr. Young's company; he has dined with me sometimes, and the other day rode out with me; he carried me into places suited to the genius of his muse, sublime, grand, and with a pleasing gloom diffused over them; there I tasted the pleasure of his conversation in its full force: his expressions all bear the stamp of novelty, and his thoughts of sterling sense. I think he is in perfect good health; he practises a kind of philosophical abstinence, but seems not obliged to any rules of physic. All the ladies court him; more because they hear he is a genius, than that they know him to be such. I tell him I am jealous of some ladies that follow him; he says, he trusts my pride will preserve me from jealousy. The Doctor is a true philosopher, and sees how one vice corrects another till an animal, made up of ten

thousand bad qualities, by "th' eternal art educing good from ill;" grows to be a social creature, tolerable to live with.

TO THE SAME.

Tunbridge, 1745.

DEAR MADAM,

I have been in the vapours these two days, on account of Dr. Young's leaving us; he was so good as to let me have his company very often, and we used to ride, walk, and take sweet counsel together. A few days before he went away he carried Mrs. Rolt (of Hertfordshire) and myself, to Tunbridge, five miles from hence, where we were to see some fine old ruins; but the manner of the journey was admirable, nor did I at the end of it, admire the object we went to observe more than the means by which we saw it; and to give your Grace a description of the place, without an account of our journey to it, would be contradicting all form and order, and setting myself up as a critic upon all writers of travels. Much

Might be said of our passing worth, And manner how we sallied forth; but I shall, as briefly as possible, describe our progress, without dwelling on particular circumstances; and shall divest myself of all pomp of language, and proceed in as humble a style as my great subject will admit.-First rode the Doctor on a tall steed, decently caparisoned in dark grey; next ambled Mrs. Rolt, on a hackney horse, lean as the famed Rozinante,

but

but in shape much resembling Sancho's ass; then followed your humble servanton a milk-white palfrey, whose reverence for the human kind induced him to be governed by a creature not half as strong, and, I fear, scarce twice as wise as himself. By this enthusiasm of his, rather than my own skill, I rode on in safety, and at leisure, to observe the company; especially the two figures that brought up the rear. The first was my servant, valiantly armed with two uncharged pistols; whose holsters were covered with two civil harmless monsters that signified the valour and courtesey of our ancestors. The last was the Doctor's man, whose uncombed hair so resembled the mane of the horse he rode, one could not help imagining they were of kin, and wishing that for the honour of the family they had had one comb betwixt them; on his head was a velvet cap, much resembling a black saucepan, and on his side hung a little basket. Thus did we ride, or rather jog on, to Tunbridge town, which is five miles from the wells. To tell you how the dogs barked at us, the children squalled, and the men and women stared, would take up too much time; let it suffice, that not even a tame magpie, or caged starling, let us pass unnoted. At last we arrived at the King's-head, where the loyalty of the Doctor induced him to alight, and then knight errant like, he took his damsels from off their palfreys, and courteously handed us into the inn. We took this progress to see the ruins of an old castle; but first our divine would visit the churchyard, where we read that folks were born and died, the natural,

moral, and physical history of mankind. In the church-yard grazed the parson's steed, whose back was worn bare with carrying a pillionseat for the comely, fat personage, this ecclesiastic's wife; and though the creature eat part of the parish, he was most miserably lean......

When we had seen the church, the parson invited us to take some refreshment at his house, but Dr. Young thought we had before. enough trespassed on the good man's time, so desired to be excused, else we should, no doubt, have been welcomed to the house by Madam, in her muslin pinners, and sarsenet hood; who would have given us some mead, and a piece of a cake, that she had made in the Whitsun holidays, to treat her cousins. However, Dr. Young, who would not be outdone in good offices, invited the divine to our inn, where we went to dinner; but he excused himself, and came after the meal was over, in hopes of smoking a pipe; but our Doctor hinted to him that it would not be proper to offer any incense, but sweet praise, to such goddesses as Mrs. Rolt and your humble servant. To say the truth, I saw a large horn tobacco box, with Queen Ann's head upon it, peeping out of his pocket, but I did not care to take the hint, and desire him to put in use that magnificent piece of furniture. After dinner we walked to the old castle, which was built by Richard de Clare, Earl of Gloucester, in William Rufus's days. It has been a most magnificent building; the situation is extremely beautiful; the castle made a kind of a half moon down to the river; and where the river does not defend it, it has been

guarded

guarded by a large moat. It is now in the hands of a country squire, who is no common sort of can; but having said so much of the parson, I will let the rest of the parish depart in peace, though I cannot help feeling the utmost resentment at him for cutting down some fine trees almost cotemporary with the castle, which he did to make room for a plantation of sour grapes. The towers at the great gate are covered with fine venerable ivy.

It was late in the evening before we got home, but the silver Cynthia beld up her lamp in the heavens, and cast such a light on the earth as shewed its beauties in a soft and gentle light. The night silenced all but our divine Doctor, who sometimes uttered things fit to be spoken in a season when all nature seems to be hushed and harkening. I followed, gathering wisdom as I went, till I found by my horse's stumbling, that I was in a bad road, and that the blind was leading the blind; so I placed my servant between the Doctor and myself, which he not perceiving, went on in a most philosophical strain to the great amazement of my poor clown of a servant, who not being wrought up to any pitch of enthusiasm, nor making any answer to all the fine things he heard, the Doctor wondering I was dumb, and grieving I was so stupid, looked round, declared his surprize, and desired the man to trot on before; and thus did we return to Tunbridge-Wells. I can give your Grace great comfort in telling you Dr. Young will be with you in a week's time.

Parrà che versati habbia da vena
Facil versi che costan tanta pena.

Pignott: admires Pope and resembles him. The powers of both seem confined to embellish the thoughts of others; and both have depraved with embellishment the simplicity of the early Greeks.Pope's Homer is much too fine for the original; and Pignotti, for want of Esop's naïveté, bas turned his fables into tales. Some of his best novelle are reserved for private circles. I heard him read one on "the art of robbing," which could not be safely published by a Tuscan placeman. In the man himself you see little of the poet, little of that refined satire which runs through his fables and has raised those light-winged, loose, little things to the rank of Italian classics.

Bertola is perhaps a more genuine fabulist than Pignotti. He does not labour to be easy; for he has naturally the negligence and sometimes the vacuity of a rhyming gentleman. His fugitive pieces are as light as the poetical cobwebs of his friend Borgognini. His sonnets run upon love or religion, and some inspire that mystic, unmean