fill the interior of the Mausoleum. It is from the hands of Mr. Turnerelli of London; the subject is judiciously chosen from the Poet's own words, which occur in the dedication of his poems to the gentlemen of the Caledonian hunt, an association which is composed of the greater part of the noblemen and gentlemen of Scotland. The words of Burns are these:

My Lords and Gentlemen,

A Scottish bard, proud of the name, and whose highest ambition is to sing in his country's service-where shall be so prope: ly look for patronagé as to the illustrious names of his native land; those who bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their ancestors? The Poetic genius of my country found me, as the prophetic Burd Elijah did Elisha-at the plough; and threw her inspiring mantle over me. She bade me sing the loves, the joys, the rural scenes, and rural pleasures of my native soil, in my native tongue; I tuned my wild, artless notes as she inspired.”

Mr. Turnerelli has endeavoured, and we think very successfully, to embody the striking idea marked in Italics. Burns is represented as standing between the shafts of the plough; with drapery floating gracefully on the breeze; and the genius of Poetry is figured as descending and spreading her mantle to cover him. One hand of the Bard is on the plough; and he is supposed at that moment to have caught a view of the aërial figure. Under the other hand he holds his bonnet, which, overcome with feelings of awe and veneration, he is pressing respectfully to his bosom. To mark another memorable event in the Poet's life, the ploughshare is represented as just severing in two a groupe of mountain daisies; a circumstance which will not fail to call to mind Burns' exquisite poem on that subject.

We are pleased to see that the Prince Regent has promoted and patronized this national object; and His Royal Highness's example will no doubt stimulate others to contribute their mite.

The following is a copy of the Inscription, inclosed in the foundation stone.

In Aeternum Honorem

ROBERTI BURNS,

Poetarum Caledoniae sui aevi longe principis,
Cujus carmina eximia, patrio sermone scripta,
Animi magis ardentis, vique ingenii,
Quam arte vel cultu conspicua,
Facetiis, jucunditate, lepore, affluentiâ,
Omnibus litterarum cultoribus satis nota;
Cives sui, necnon plerique omnes
Musarum amantissimi, memoriamque viri,
Arte Poetica tam præclari, foventes,
HOC MAUSOLEUM,

Super reliquias poetae mortales,

extruendum curavere.
Primum hujus aedificii lapidem
Gulielmus Miller, Armiger,

Reipublicae architectonicae apud Scotos,
In regione australi, Curio Maximus provincialis,
Georgio Tertio regnante,
Georgio, Walliarum Principe,
Summam imperii pro patre tenente,
Josepho Gass, armigero, Dumfrisiae Praefecto,
Thoma F. Hunt, Londinensi, Architecto,
Posuit,

Nonis Juniis, Anno Lucis VMDCCCxv.
Salutis Humanae MDOCCXV.

TRANSLATION.

In perpetual honour of
ROBERT BURNS,

Decidedly the first Scottish Poet of his age, whose exquisite verses, in the dialect of his country, distinguished for the vigour of genius and a powerful mind, more than for polish or learning,

are admired by all men of letters

for their humour, pleasantry, elegance, and variety; his townsmen and others, who love polite literature, and cherish the memory of so eminent a genius, caused this Mausoleum to be erected over the mortal remains of THE BARD.

The first stone of this edifice,

planned by Thomas F. Hunt, of London, architect,
was laid by
William Miller, Esq.

Provincial Grand Master of the Southern District,
of Free Masons in Scotland,

In the reign of King George III.,

During the regency of George Prince of Wales,
Joseph Gass, Esq. being Provost of Dumfries,
On the 5th day of June,

In the year of light, 5815,

Of our Lord, 1815.

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ART. XVI. Carpe Diem; or the True Policy of Europe, at the present Juncture, with regard to France. 8vo. 1s. 6d. Stockdale, 1815.

THE phrase chosen for the title of this book, was originally em ployed by Horace to invite his mistress to drink heartily, and not to leave till the morning, what should be done at night. But it is used for a better purpose in this pamphlet, both the intention and the execution of which are good. We doubt, however, whether it did not appear too late to be very useful—whether the Allies and Louis XVIII. had not finally decided what they should, and what they should not do, before they were thus invited to use the golden opportunity which they had for a time enjoyed.

The writer earnestly recommends to them to see that the Jacobins be set aside as speedily and as completely as possible; and that the Bourbons be secured on the throne of France, as the best means of insuring the repose both of that country, and of Europe; and he says,

"As the subversion of the throne of France must evidently prove fatal to the repose of Europe; the powers of Europe have an undoubted right to do whatever is necessary for the preservation of that throne."

He thinks that

"The Allies must protect the royal authority in France, not merely by defending the House of Bourbon against all revolutionary attacks, but by securing the succession to the Gallic throne, according to the fundamental laws of the monarchy. They must, by solemn treaty, guarantee that succession against all attempts to disturb it, from whatever quarter they may proceed. Any interruption of that succession would be a practicable breach in the ramparts of social order, through which the host of Jacobins would storm their way, again to carry war and desolation to the extremities of Europe."

Finally, he contends that some of the French fortresses, ought to be occupied by the Allies: but he does not say, whether permanently, or not.

His description of Jacobinism is well drawn: the whole performance, indeed, is clearly conceived, and well expressed.

"Jacobinism, it should be ever remembered, is a perfect Proteus. It can borrow any form, it can assume any character, to effect its purpose. It can wear the garb of royalism for the destruction of royalty. It can declare for the House of Bourbon, in the hope of dividing that house

against itself, and thereby ensuring its fall. It can extol the virtues of the king, or of a prince belonging to a collateral branch of his house, with the intention of hereafter urging the want of those virtues, as a reason for disturbing the succession, and in order to break in upon the dynasty. It can even admit, that the king is recalled to his throne by the voice of his people. This is one of the most subtle of its artifices.. An artifice which is calculated to impose even upon the sovereign himself, to whom it cannot but be grateful to consider himself as possessing the affections of his people, and as the object of their choice. But the Jacobins are aware that the fact of a choice, though conceded to-day, may be disputed to-morrow; when they will take advantage of a momentary recognition, by the friends of monarchy, of a right to choose, as necessarily implying a right to reject-proving in this as in so many other instances, that they concede only with a view to ensnare.

"The element of Jacobinism is anarchy, towards which it is always impelled by the resistless force of instinct. The constant object of its hostility, is regular and stable government; and it well knows that the only solid basis of government, is a clear and legitimate title to the sovereignty, according to fixed and fundamental laws. When, therefore, the times are not favorable to a direct and open attack upon the exist ing government, the Jacobins put on a mask-they boast of their loyalty, -they shout Vive le Roi. But all this while they carry on their attack upon the principle of legitimate title, in order to undermine the very foundations of government. Their grand weapon for this purpose, and that which they have constantly in use, is the insidious principle, that the people have a right to choose their government."

ART. XVII.-A Historical Sketch of the French Revolution: with Original Anecdotes. Part I. From the taking of the Bastile, to the breaking up of the National Convention. By ROBERT THOMSON, an eye witness to the Events. 8vo. pp. 152. London. Button and Son. 1815.

WE are accustomed to say of a thing, that we would rather

see it than hear of it. And certainly, for the historian of a mighty event to have seen what he is about to record-to have borne a part in the transactions he is to describe, is of high importance, though not, in every instance, absolutely necessary. None of the historians of modern times-none at least, of those whose names stand high in the lists of fame, have had to record either their own exploits, or those of eminent persons with whom they had acted. Our statesmen and commanders-inchief are not eminent writers..

The performance before us is on a small scale. And Mr. Thomson draws attention not so much by saying what hap pened, as by telling what he actually saw. He appears to have seen more of the French Revolution than most people; and, no doubt, he both heard and read a good deal concerning it. The interest excited by that great event is not nearly so strong now as it once was; yet any new account of it, especially if written, as the present is, with freedom and spirit, must have some attraction. The mere narrative of the French Revolution has been given by others in a much fuller manner than is now done; the anecdotes, however, with which this little affair is interspersed lend it a considerable interest. Some of them are original.

"I had been strongly recommended to the well known Colonel Oswald, a Highland officer in the French service, who received me well, and treated me as a friend, although we differed on every subject of common sense. On hearing the general beat, a few days after the names were thus exhibited, I went to the coffee-house he frequented, and found him in full uniform-neck and breast exposed, Jacobin fashion, with his sword under his arm. We held but a short conversation: What is the meaning of this alarm, Colonel?' . . . He answered me, with great composure There is to be a general massacre; to begin by a majority of the Convention.' At what o'clock ? At one, when they are all met.' Is Tom Paine of the number?' Certainly, old tool, of what use is he? Where are you to be, Colonel, in this frightful scene?' ..At the head of my regiment' (the 14th battalion of pikes, of his own forming) to direct the destruction of aristocracy.' What am I to do?... Buy every thing you want for two days, and keep at home till all be over. This intended massacre was planned by the Jacobin Club, of which the Colonel was a favourite member, and even a good speaker. The proscribed deputies discovered the too glaring plot; and by keeping from the assembly that day, it failed.

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"A few words on the character of poor Oswald: he was formerly a captain in the 42nd regiment, under Colonel M'Cleod. He was a professed atheist-and carried about with him a Bible, on purpose, and with talents, to hold it up to ridicule-for he was educated in the College of Edinburgh, with an original stock of no common understanding.

"He would eat nothing that had been killed, and was of a robust constitution, living entirely on vegetables, fruit, eggs, &c. But he was no bigo: on this-frequently inviting his few friends to dine with him at a good eating-house-begging them to choo-e their dishes-doing the same himself, without a word on the subject of his opinion. He was sober, seldom gay or trifling, and of a very generous disposition.

"His creed was short, pitby, and clear: no God, no governors, none higher than another-ergo, no palaces, no towns, no commerce, no arts, no sciences: to thin all populations, and the survivors to live as they could according to their art and cunning-according to the doctrine of Spinoza.

We accompanied him out of Paris at the head of his regiment, on his departure for the Vendee. He was melancholy as he marched alongsaying; I should march cheerfully if I were going against the infamous