My friends! I have not lost a day.'" It is not the time to inquire how a people pay or receive compliments, when they threaten our destruction with the rudeness of savages. Yet still we would recommend the present work to the attention of our readers, because, in conjunction with other Tours, it affords the most decided proofs that France is a country whose manners none ought to copy, and whose happiness none ought to envy. Why will writers of all descriptions obtrude their political opinions into all their works? Reform and innovation of every kind are the continual object of Without following Mr. Carr, step by step, from the wishes of Dr. Geddes and his friend, whether in Torr Abbey to Paris, we shall select for the amuselaw, religion, or literature; and we are asked "if the ment or information of our readers a few passages dread panic of innovation shall prevent us from any that will confirm our general opinion of the work, attempt at meliorating our language or our govern- and, what is of more importance at the present crisis, ment.' Nothing but experience however can shew some of which may illustrate the character of that whether change shall produce melioration or deterio-people with whom we have to contend, and whose ration. Before we repeal our old laws, let us be sure our new will be as good; before we make the lan- the frivolous and the giddy amongst us have perpetumanners, whether during monarchy or republicanism, guage of our best writers obsolete, let us be certain ally been smuggling into this country, not less to the we have others to substitute for a Milton, a Pope, and disgrace of our taste, than to the detriment of our an Addison, and let us remember the Italian epitaph morals. on the man who killed himself by quackery, bene, ma per star meglio, sto qui." "Stava The Stranger in France: or, A Tour from Devonshire to Paris. Illustrated by Engravings in Aquatinta, of Sketches taken on the Spot. By John Carr, Esq. 4to. pp. 261. Among the many instances of retributive justice which providence has exhibited in France, is the case. of the Prince of Waldec.-" Behind the altar (of St. Ouens)" says Mr. Carr, "I met the celebrated Prince of Waldec. He, who possessed of royal honours, and ample domains, revolted in the day of battle from his imperial master, and joined the victorious and pursuing foe. I beheld him in a shaded corner of one of the cloisters of St. Quens, in poor attire, with an old umbrella under his arm, scantily provided for, and scarcely noticed by his new friends. A melancholy, but just example of the rewards due to treachery and desertion." The following definition is, we believe, new; speaking of the trees of liberty, Mr. C. informs us, that "the poplar has been selected from all the other trees of the forest, from a whimsical synonymy of its name with that of the people. In French, the poplar is called peuplier, and the word peuple signifies people." -We should almost think that the French had borrowed this ingenious conceit from our street-minstrels, who about twenty years ago, used to pronounce a line one of O'Keefe's ballads in this manner, Among other commercial relations, that of making and publishing Tours appears to have been undertaken and for some time carried on with considerable spirit by our countrymen. They justly thought that the public was anxious to be made acquainted with the interior changes which the revolution had made in France, and they hastened to gratify that anxiety in a way which should not only be useful to the curious, but honourable, if not profitable to themselves. The interruption of all intercourse, however, has terminated those designs for the present, and naturally leads us to prize what we have, since in all probability a long period must elapse before we can receive farther information on the subject. For our own parts, indeed, after having perused the various Tours that have been published, and after having observed the har-in mony and agreement which prevails among them, on all essential points, either of fact or observation, we should be ready to declare ourselves satisfied, and pronounce the evidence closed, if we did not know that there are yet works in the press, written by men who have undoubted claims on public attention, and who, if they produce nothing new, may yet delight us by variety of illustration, and elegance and taste of colouring. The work before us is, upon the whole, entitled to much approbation, but there are some objections which we shall take the liberty to bring forward. It is, perhaps, unfortunate for the Tourists who have yet to produce their works, that the mind of the public is not in perfect harmony with theirs, and that many things which they advanced while their " pen was on a peace establishment," will not be read with complacency, amidst the renewed animosities of war, and the more pressing and instant alarms of invasion. The public may therefore be supposed less curious about the manners of the French, than about their strength. "He's tall and he's straight, as a popular tree." Governor Wall, which, although not strictly in place In p. 59, and seq. we have an anecdote of the late here, is too remarkable to be omitted in our miscellany. As I have alluded to the fate of governor W, I will conclude this chapter by relating an anecdote of the terror and infatuation of guilt, displayed in the conduct of this wretched man, in the presence of a friend of mine, from whom I received it.-A few years before he suffered, fatigued with life, and pursued by poverty, and the frightful remembrance of his offences, then almost forgotten by the world, he left the south of France for Calais, with an intention of passing over to England, to offer himself up to its laws, not without the cherished hope that a lapse of twenty years had swept away all evidence of his guilt. "At the time of his arrival at this port town, the hotel in which Madame H- was waiting for a packet to Dover was very crowded-the landlord requested her, that she would be pleased to permit two gentlemen, who were going to England, to take some refreshment in her room; these persons proved to be the unfortunate Brooks, a king's messenger, charged with important dispatches to his court, "The messenger, who was much surprized by the application, told him, that he could not upon such a representation take him into custody, unless he had an order from the Duke of Portland's office to that effect, and that in order to obtain it, it would be proper for him to write his name, that it might be compared with his hand-writing in the office of the Secretary at War, which he offered to carry over with him. Governor W-- still pressed him to take him into custody, the messenger more strongly declined it, by informing him that he was the bearer of dispatches of great importance to his court, that he must immediately cross the channel, and should hazard a passage, although the weather looked lowering, in an open boat, as no packets had arrived, and that consequently it was altogether impossible to take him over, but again requested him to write his name, for the purpose already mentioned; the governor consented, pens and paper were brought, but the hand of the murderer shook so dreadfully, that he could not write it, and in an agony of mind, bordering upon frenzy, he rushed out of the room, and immediately left the town. "The messenger entered the boat, and set sail; a storm quickly followed, the boat sunk in sight of the pier, and all on board but one of the watermen, perished!!! souls of men, I beheld the remorseless judge of his sovereign, the destroyer of his brethren in art, and the enthu siast and confidential friend of Robespierre. David's political life is too well known. During the late scenes of horror, he was asked by an acquaintance, how many heads had fallen upon the scaffold that day, to which he is said coolly to have replied, "only one hundred and twenty!! "The heads of twenty thousand more mus: fall before the great work of philosophy can be accomplished." 66 It is related of him, that during the reign of the Mountain, he carried his portfolio to the front of the scaffold, to catch the last emotions of expiring nature, from the victims of his revolutionary rage. "He directed and presided at the splendid funeral solemnities of Lepelletier, who was assassinated by Paris, in which his taste and intimate knowledge of the ceremonies of the ancients, on similar occasions, were eminently displayed. "Farewell, David! when years have rolled away, and time has mellowed the works of thy sublime pencil, mayst thou be remembered only as their creator; may thy fame repose herself upon the tableau of the dying Socrates, and the miraculous passage of the Alpine hero; may the ensanguined records of thy political frenzy, moulder away, and may science, who knew not blood till thou wert known, whose pure, and hallowed inspirations have made men happier, and better, till thou wert born, implore for thee forgiveness, and whilst, with rapture she points to the immortal images of thy divine genius, may she cover with an impenetrable pall, the pale, and shuddering, and bleeding victims of thy sanguinary soul !" This last paragraph, however, is worse than schoolboy rant. What genius, or talents ought to exempt such a monster from the uniform and uninterrupted language of contempt? Nor is our author more correct when he adds that "the revolution, strange to "The great disposer of human destiny, in vindication of relate, has throughout its ravages, preserved a venehis eternal justice, rescued the life of this infatuated delin-ration for science, and, in general, protected its folquent from the waves, and from a sudden death, to resign lowers." It would, indeed, be "strange to relate," him to the public and merited doom of the laws." if it were true, but the lists of Robespierre's victims will permit no such relation, and if David owes his preservation to his talents, his countrymen have rated them higher than their own reputation. The character of David, the celebrated painter, is excellently drawn, and will be a fair specimen of the monsters whom France, for whatever reason, still cherishes in ber bosom : "During my stay in Paris I visited the gallery of David. This celebrated artist has amassed a fortune of upwards of two hundred thousand pounds, and is permitted by his great patron and friend Bonaparte, to occupy the corner wing of the old palace, from which every other man of genius and science, who was entitled to reside there, has been removed to other places, in order to make room for the reception of the grand National Library, which the First Consul intends to have deposited there. His apartments are very magnificent, and furnished in that taste, which he has, by the influence of his fame, and his elegance of design, so widely, and successfully diffused. Whilst I was seated in his rooms, I could not help fancying myself a contemporary of the most tasteful times of Greece. Tunics and robes were carelessly but gracefully thrown over the antique chairs, which were surrounded by elegant statues, and ancient libraries, so disposed, as to perfect the classical illusion. I found David in his garden, putting in the back ground of a painting. He wore a dirty robe, and an old hat. His eyes are dark and penetrating, and beam with the lustre of genius. His collection of paintings and statues, and many of his own studies, afforded a perfect banquet. He was then occupied in drawing a fine portrait of Bonaparte. The presence of David covered the gratification with gloom. Before me, in the bosom of that art, which is said, with her divine associates, to soften the Of the success of religion in France, since its restoration, the following is a specimen which we conceive to be very natural. their "The clergy seem to be in favour with Bonaparte. When he assisted in the last spring at the inauguration of the archbishop of Paris, in the metropolitan church of Notre Dame, and gave to the restoration of religion all the circumstance of pomp,' and military parade, he was desirous of having the colours of his regiment consecrated by the holy prelate, and submitted his wishes to his soldiers. A few days afterwards, a deputation waited upon general in chief, with this reply, Our banners have been already consecrated by the blood of our enemies at Marengo; the benediction of a priest cannot render them more sacred in our eyes, nor more animating in the time of battle.' Bonaparte prudently submitted himself to their prætorian resolution." It is added that Bonaparte has "the credit of attending mass, with pious punctuality, in his private chapel at Mal MaiBonaparte's piety must be of a very extraor son." dinary kind. A tolerably good opinion may be formed of the devastation which has been produced by the late republican government, by a circumstance which Mons. -, a friend of the author's, assured him, on the As often as he observed her, he played some tender air upon word of a man of honour, was correct. "His section his flute, by which, and by imitating every motion which in Paris was composed of one thousand three hundred she made, he at length succeeded in fixing her attention persons, of rank and fortune, of whom only five had upon him, and had the happiness of remarking that she occasionally observed him with a glass. One morning escaped the slaughter of the guillotine." The accounts when he saw that she was looking attentively upon him in given by this Mons. O are very interesting, but this manner, he tore a blank leaf from an old mass book we must refer to the work itself; the following how-which was lying in his cell, and with the soot of the chimever is brief, and we believe new to the English pub-ney, contrived, by his finger, to describe upon it, in a lic. It refers to another period of Robespierre's tyranny. Amongst those who suffered, was the beautiful young Duchesse de Biron, said to be one of the loveliest women of the French court. Her fate was singular, and horrible. One morning, two of the assistant executioners came into one of the rooms, and called upon the female Citizen Biron to come forward, meaning the old Duchesse de Biron, the mother, who was here immured with her daughter; some one said, which of them do you require? The hell-hounds replied, "Our order was for one only, but as there are two, we will have both, that there may be no error." The mother and daughter were taken away, locked senseless in each others arms. When the cart which carried them arrived at the foot of the scaffold, the chief executioner looked at his paper, which contained a list of his victims, and saw the name of only one Biron; the assistants informed him that they found two of that name in the convent, and to prevent mistake, they had brought both. The principal, with perfect sang froid, said it was all well, wrote with a pencil the article "les" before the name Biron, to which he added an s, and immediately beheaded both!!!" large character, the letter A, which he held to the window to be viewed by his fair sympathizing observer. After gazing upon it for some little time, she nodded, to show that she understood what he meant, Sir Sidney then touched the top of the first bar of the grating of his window, which he wished her to consider as the representative of the letter A, the second B, and so on, until he had formed, from the top of the bars, a corresponding number of letters; and by touching the middle, and bottom parts having inculcated the first impression of his wishes, comof them, upon a line with each other, he easily, after tion, was, from its nature, very slow, but Sir Sidney had pleted a telegraphic alphabet. The process of communicathe happiness of observing, upon forming the first word, that this excellent being, who beamed before him like a guardian angel, seemed completely to comprehend it, Frequently obliged to desist from this tacit and tedious which she expressed by an assenting movement of the head. intercourse, from the dread of exciting the curiosity of the walk before his window, Sir Sidney occupied several days gaolers, or his fellow prisoners, who were permitted to quality, and imploring her to procure some unsuspected in communicating to his unknown friend, his name and royalist of consequence and address sufficient for the undertaking, to effect his escape; in the achievement of which he assured her, upon his word of honour, that whatever cost might be incurred, would be amply reimbursed, and that the bounty and gratitude of his country would nobly remunerate those who had the talent, and bravery to accom plish it. By the same means he enabled her to draw confidential and accredited bills, for considerable sums of money, for the promotion of the scheme, which she applied with the most perfect integrity. Colonel Phelipeaux was at this time at Paris; a military man of rank, and a secret royalist, most devoutly attached to the fortunes of the exiled family of France, and to those who supported their cause. He had been long endeavouring to bring to matu Amidst these horrible relations, we find a sentiment against which it is necessary to enter our protest. "From the general wreck of property Mons. S has been fortunate enough to save a considerable portion of his former fortune. A similar favourable circumstance has, in general, rewarded the fortitude and constancy of those who, in the political storm, refused to seek a dastard safety by flight." The whole history of the revolution militates against this opinion, independent of its being deficient in liberality. The few who have been spared in France to recover their property, or any part of it, must either owe their preservation to chance, or to sacrifices of opinion fullrity, a plan for facilitating their restoration, but which the as dastardly as the flight of those who saw the knife of the guillotine suspended over their heads. Property itself was a crime in the early part of the revolution, although we are willing to allow that a considerable share might be spared to those who submissively, or officiously went all lengths with the succession of tyrants. We cannot conceive it dastardly in a man to save his life by flight, when all other means are out of his power. The following account of Sir Sidney Smith's escape is, in part, new to us, and perhaps somewhat romantic. It is highly interesting, however, and will not be unacceptable at a time when the nation is looking to the future darings of that gallant officer: "As the story of Sir Sidney Smith's escape from this prison has been involved in some ambiguity, a short recital of it will, perhaps, not prove uninteresting. "After several months had rolled away, since the gates of his prison had first closed upon the British hero, he observed that a lady who lived in an upper apartment on the opposite side of the street, seemed frequently to look towards that part of the prison in which he was confined. loyal adherent, from a series of untoward and uncontrollable circumstances, began to despair of accomplishing. The lovely deliverer of Sir Sidney, applied to this distinguished character, to whom she was known, and stated the singu lar correspondence which had taken place between herself and the heroic captive in the Temple. Phelipeaux, who was acquainted with the fame of Sir Sidney, and chagrined at the failure of his former favourite scheme, embraced the present project with a sort of prophetic enthusiasm, by which he hoped to restore, to the British nation, one of her greatest heroes, who, by his skill and valour, might once more impress the common enemy with dismay, augment the glory of his country, and cover himself with the and insinuating, colonel Phelipeaux immediately applied laurels of future victory. Intelligent, active, cool, daring, himself to bring to maturity, a plan at once suitable to his genius, and interesting to his wishes. To those whom it was necessary to employ upon the occasion, he contrived to unite one of the clerks of the minister of the police, who forged his signature with exact imitation, to an order for removing the body of Sir Sidney, from the Temple to the prison of the Conciergerie: after this was accomplished, on the day after that on which the inspector of gaols was to visit the Temple and Conciergerie, a ceremony, which is performed once a month in Paris, two gentlemen of tried courage and address, who were previously instructed by colonel Phelipeaux, disguised as officers of the marechaussee, presented themselves in a fiacre at the Temple, and demanded the delivery of Sir Sidney, at the same time showing the forged order for his removal. This the gaoler attentively perused and examined, as well as the minister's signature. Soon after the register of the prison informed Sir Sidney of the order of the directory, upon hearing which, he at first appeared to be a little disconcerted, upon which the pseudo officers gave him every assurance of the honour and mild intentions of the government towards him; Sir Sidney seemed more reconciled, packed up his clothes, took leave of his fellow prisoners, and distributed little tokens of his gratitude to those servants of the prison, from whom he had experienced indulgencies. Upon the eve of their departure, the register observed, that four of the prison guard should accompany them. This arrangement menaced the whole plan with immediate dissolution. The officers, without betraying the least emotion, acquiesced in the propriety of the measure, and gave orders for the men to be called out, when, as if recollecting the rank and honour of their illustrious prisoner, one of them addressed Sir Sidney, by saying, "Citizen, you are a brave officer, give us your parole, and there is no occasion for an escort." Sir Sidney replied, that he would pledge his faith, as an officer, to accompany them, without resistance, wherever they chose to conduct him. Not a look or movement betrayed the intention of the party. Every thing was cool, well-timed, and natural. They entered a fiacre, which, as is usual, was brought for the purpose of removing him, in which he found changes of clothes, false passports, and money. The coach moved with an accustomed pace, to the Faubourg St. Germain, where they alighted, and parted in different directions. Sir Sidney met colonel Phelipeaux at the appointed spot of rendezvous. 66 my introduced in p. 163. It is the more inexcusable that it is taken from a work not yet published, and which we hope never will be published. We know there are blasphemers among the French literali, but we do not wish to translate their effusions into a lan guage which long has been, and we hope will ever be consecrated to the purest religion and morals. The aquatinta views which accompany this work are useful for the purposes of illustration, and the author claims no other praise. Observations on the Theory and Practice of Landscape Gardening, including some Remarks on Grecian and Gothic Architecture, collected from various Manuscripts in the possession of the different Noblemen and Gentlemen, for whose use they were originally written; the whole tending to establish fixed Principles in the respective Arts. By H. Repton, Esq. London 1803. pp. 222. 4to. The art is not of ancient The author is one of those gentlemen who make a profession of assisting noblemen and gentlemen in laying out and embellishing their grounds. His practice in the art has been considerably extensive, and he proposes in the present volume to consecrate the effects of his experience and reflection to the instruction of the public. date; and has been studied and practised chiefly in England. It is one of the most beautiful and interesting of all the arts; and we are desirous of giving our tribute of praise to all who yield endeavours, in any degree successful, to improve our ideas in a subject which is yet but little understood, but which may be rendered a source of such elegant, pure, and exalted pleasures. The art consists in making such a disposition of wood, water, and the inequalities of the ground as to produce the most pleasing effect to the eye, and in heightening this effect to the utmost, by the addition of animated scenery, the introduction of animals, and the habitations of man. All the powers of imagination and of taste requisite in the painter and poet are required for perfection in the art of the landscape embellisher, whose materials are more intractable, and who must content himself in most cases with improving, as perfection is not attainable. It is true the general principles of the art are no more subject to the advantages or disadvantages of the particular situations which the embellisher may be called upon to improve, than the principles of any other art. We may expect therefore in time to find those principles ascertained and established. Our author expresses his wishes for the acquisition of a complete theory of the art; and it is to contribute his contingent to this great object that he professes to have written his volume. The project was so ably planned and conducted, that no one but the party concerned was acquainted with the escape, until near a month had elapsed, when the inspector paid his next periodical visit. What pen can describe the sensations of two such men as Sir Sidney and Phelipeaux, when they first beheld each other in safety? Heaven befriended the generous and gallant exploit. Sir Sidney and his noble friend, reached the French coast wholly unsuspected, and committing themselves to their God, and to the protective genius of brave men, put to sea in an open bot, and were soon afterwards discovered by an English cruising frigate, and brought in safety to the British shores." These extracts will give our readers some notion of the entertainment they may reap from "The Stranger in France," but they form a very inconsiderable part, the author every where advancing original anecdotes and facts to illustrate the manners of the people. He sometimes trifles, but trifles agreeably, and his style has occasionally a dash of French vivacity which is not unpleasant. Having been treated with hospitality, he repays it with an author's gratitude, and is eager to praise, where praise is due. His "general remarks" at the conclusion, are sometimes just, but not distin- We by no means assert that he has altogether failed guished for profundity. He sees in the government in his aim. There are many observations in the book of Bonaparte what we cannot see; but these are diffe- which appear to us both just and new. But as a rences of opinion which may yet be reconciled, for whole we do not value the work very highly. With these "Remarks" appear to have been made before regard to the gentleman's taste and skill in practice, Bonaparte had thrown off the mask, and before Sir we would be understood to advance nothing in the Robert Wilson had elucidated his character. We smallest degree derogatory, having never had occasion cannot, however, close our account of this work, to examine the places where his improvements have without a very serious objection to a piece of blasphe-been executed, but thinking in general very highly of years perused a composition that has more perplexed us. It breaks off just where it ought to proceed for our information, that we might be enabled to tell our readers what the author means; so that we are tempted to exclaim with King Arthur," And if no more, then why so much?" No play-bill could give less of the plot of the play, merits of the actors, or the bril these improvements as they appear on paper. At the same time we judge him to be more of an artist than a philosopher; and though he is not devoid of the power of general reflection, he does not appear to have been so accustomed to it as to be capable of classifying the ideas which his practice has suggested to him. It was Aristotle who systematized the principles of epic and dramatic poetry, a task for which Homerliancy of the scenes. Something, we know, is coming, and Euripides were perhaps unfit. and something wonderful, but what it is, we are left to the most vague conjecture. Yet we shall not expose ourselves by conjecture. Let the author speak for himself. On the grand discovery which he has made, he thus exclaims: - "But what should be the reader's amazement (what indeed was my own on first observing it?) when he is informed that there is not merely a secondary subject hidden under the primary, ostensible and apparent subject of Homer's poems, but that there is always a third, and sometimes a fourth, and more behind!”— In stating the general observations which the author has made with respect to the art, and which he is desirous to impress upon the public, the want of arrangement is a capital defect. Observations respecting utility, proportion, perspective, light, and shade, vision, &c. are so jumbled together, and mixed with particular descriptions, that though you assent to many of the remarks individually, you find yourself little more acquainted with the art when you have run through them all. The most valuable part perhaps of the book, and it is fortunately the greatest part, is the "In the course of my progress in examining Homer, a description of the improvements which the author thought struck me, that the same conclusions, the proofs has suggested in several places in England, with the of which my enquiry was establishing so fully in regard to statement of the reasons which induced him to pro- the other Grecian poets: a most fortunate and important him, might be drawn in like manner possibly, in respect to pose such changes. As these changes are, in general, thought! the harvest I reaped from this wide field was in obvious improvements, a degree of practical skill, and due proportion to its extent, and at every moment fresh an acquisition of taste with regard to the embellish-beauties and wonders came to light. From the poets I ment of natural scenery may be expected by the un- turned to the historians, the orators and philosophers of practised reader from a perusal of the book. Greece. New labours! but new beauties and new wonders! I soon found that Homer and all the Grecian writers reflected a strong light upon each other, not under common aspects only, but in the view of them which I was taking; and from altogether arose the most clear and cogent evi dence in proof of my conclusions. After a long and difficult investigation, it became manifest that the poets of the Greeks, in all their various departments, epic, drainatic, or odaic, have at least three meanings, two mysterious, and one ostensible, and all their other writers at the least two. And if a doubt be entertained of the possibility of thus weaving at the same time three distinct threads with the same shuttle, I can affirm it for truth, that Homer and the other Grecian poets do not always limit themselves even to that number; but the confusion in composition, likely to rule of Horace (and this explanation conveys the true meanarise from thence, has given ground for the well known ing of that rule,)— It is to be regretted however, with regard to these descriptions, that the author is not a master in the art of composition. The book is but dry reading, notwithstanding the charms of the subject. If this had been owing to philosophical precision, and the severity of abstract investigation, it would not have been a subject of regret. As the matter stands, we could not help remembering with what pleasure we had read the beautiful descriptions of Whately, and the recollection was not very favourable to the opinion we had to form of the work we were perusing. What the book wants in embellishment of composition ho pains have been spared to supply in the decorations of the printer and engraver. It is printed in a very large letter, on fine, thick, wire wove paper; and contains a considerable number of beautiful engravings coloured, representing some of the chief places which Mr. Repton's genius has been employed to embellish. A very convenient and simple contrivance is made use of to exhibit the improvements effected by the art of the embellisher. A slip is fastened to the page on which the embellished scene is represented, which, when close to the page, exhibits the place, as it appeared when Mr. Repton was called to inspect it. On lifting up the slip you see it as it appears with all the improvements which Mr. R. thinks could be made upon it. Necte tribus nodis ternos, Amarylli, colores.”— Mr. Deverell proceeds to extend his discoveries to gems, statues, and architectural and heraldic orna A Guide to the Knowledge of the Ancients: most humblyments, down to our union jack, the knowledge of all Inscribed to his Majesty, and to the Two Houses of Parliament. By Robert Deverell, Esq. M. P. for the Borough of Saltash. Book the First. 4to. pp. 35. This pamphlet forms a kind of introduction to certain discoveries which Mr. Deverell has made, but of what magnitude or importance, is, for the present, carefully concealed. Indeed we have not for some which, he contends, has become obsolete. But what the mysterious meanings in poets, heralds, architects, and flags, are, and how, after being hidden from the "wise and prudent," they are revealed to this writer only, we are yet in the dark, as he does not chuse that we should be admitted one inch beyond the threshold of the wonderful Temple of Discovery he has erected. |