was a lucky circumftance for me, that by this time they had piled up the dead bodies in the town in a heap, which was at least a mile high-as I fell upon them, I was not at all hurt. I now expected to be made a prifoner, and was congratulating myfelf that it was no worse, when most fortunately the befiegers forced their way into the town. The Auftrian troops now took an ample revenge on the garrifon. They killed every foul in the place, except one old woman, who was faved as a living witness of the valour of the befiegers. On muftering the troops of the allies, we had the pleafing fatisfaction to find, that the only men killed were, two horfe, a trumpet, and a drum. You will no doubt receive exaggerated accounts of this glorious action; what I have fent you, you may depend on, as I had a better opportunity than any perfon, from my fituation, to see the whole. And as I fhall fend this exprefs by a pigeon, you may, with great propriety, boast of the fuperiority and priority of your intelligence. We now only wait the arrival of the Duke of Brunswick, to march against Paris, which is to be razed to the ground, and all the inhabitants guillotined, a full account of which you will receive in my next. I beg my best refpects to your worthy coadjutors, and I am, my dear Sir, your's very fincerely, THE BARON MUNCHAUSEN. A PICTURE OF HIGH LIFE. THE APPOINTMENT. TH Charles gave himfelf up; and the old woman made a curt'fey, in anticipation. Caroline enjoyed the dilemma, and prolonged it by an elegant compliment on the graceful modefty which glowed fo vifibly on his cheek. "Do you know, my dear fifter," continues Caroline," that Mr. Wildflor fays he faw your picture at Mr. Cofway's, and that he thinks it a moft faithful and elegant likeness." Mrs. Sourcrout made him one of the most complaifant of her bows, to which he, his heart filled with the happiness of Caroline's unlooked-for furrender, was utterly unable to attend; and, making his obedience to the old lady, he ejaculated "Charming Caroline, I fhall hope to meet you there."---Chronicle. MR. EDITOR, WE E have feveral Tranflations of Horace; but none that I have seen appear to do the author juftice. There is in Horace a grace, a delicacy, a liveliness, a fulness of expreffion, and a harmony of verfification, that at once captivate the ear and the heart. I need not explain to you how far fhort of these excellencies our tranflators in general have fallen. Having myself ftudied this poet with uncommon attention, I have, with all my might, endeavoured to preferve these qualities in my verfion, of which I fend you the inclofed Ode as a fpecimen. If you judge it to have lefs merit than the partial parent believes, you will still allow it, I hope, to foar above the common flights of modern poetry. It is not heavy as lead, like Mr. ; nor dull as ditch-water, like Ánna Matilda; nor mad as a March-hare, like our prefent excellent Laureat; nor ftupid but I should never make an end, if I went on with my comparisons. If this fample takes, I mean to publish a tranflation of the whole by subscription: it will be printed on wire wove paper, and hot-preffed-not to exceed two volumes quarto. A great number of engravings will be added by the moft eminent artifts. The obscenities will be left out of the common copies; but printed separately for the use of the curious and critical readers. The paffages that have an improper political tendency will be carefully omitted; fuch as Sed magis Pugnas, et exactos tyrannos Denfum humeris bibit aure vulgus. "The clustering mob is more delighted to hear of battles and the expulfion of tyrants.” . Or that addrefs to Fortune Purpurei metuunt tyranni, Injuriofo ne pede proruas Stantem columnam; neu populus frequens Concitet, imperiumque frangat. "Purple tyrants dread thee, O Fortune, left thou fhouldft kick down the standing pillar [of exifting circumftances]; left the thronging populace should fummon the loiterers TO ARMS, TO ARMS ;-and demolish the empire." But these paffages, thank God! are very few, and fhall be ftudioufly fuppreffed. Luckily, Horace is full of loyal effufions, which I fhall endeavour to render with spirit as well as fidelity. What, for instance, can be more applicable than the following paffage to the present holy war?-- -Diu Lateque victrices catervæ, Senfere, quid mens rite, quid indoles "The "The armies, fo long and fo far victorious, were checked by the conduct of a young Prince, and became fenfible what could be done by a mind and a difpofition duly nurtured under an aufpicious roof-what could be achieved by the paternal affection of Auguftus to the young Neroes." But it is time to release you from this tedious preface, and give you my fpecimen.-Why, thus it runs, then: HORACE, LIB. I. OD. 27, TRANSLATED. "Pistols and ball for fix!" what sport ! And bring your elbows to an anchor. Why, though your stuff is plaguy heady, What Lapland witch, what cunning man, St. George himself, who flew the dragon, HORAT, HORAT. CARM. I. 27. Natis in ufum lætitiæ fcyphis Pugnare Thracum eft; tollite barbarum Vino et lucernis Medus acinaces Et cubito remanete preffo. Vultis feveri me quoque fumere Ceffat voluntas? Non alia bibam Mercede: quæ te cunque domat Venus, Ignibus, ingenuoque femper Amore peccas. peccas. Quicquid habes, age; Depone tutis auribus. Ah mifer! Quanta laboras Charybdi, Digne puer meliore flamma! Quæ faga, quis te folvere Theffalis Chronicle. B QUESTIONS FROM A MAN OF KENT. EING a plain countryman, and master of a farm of two hundred acres of land, though I say it, as good arable as any in the parish, I have neither time nor opportunity to look into old records of State Trials or books of law, by which many things that are paffing at prefent might be rendered intelligible to me. fhould therefore be very glad if any of your larned correfpondents would answer a handful or two of queftions that I am going to put to them. N Was |