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While gratitude shall live, or stars shall shine ;

While life shall flourish, or wide oceans roll, An empire's tribute, Pitt, is justly thine,

And Fame shall sound thy praise from pole to pole.


ECONOMY, in the utmost extent of the term, appears to form the base of their character: the words ageo, lotto, (the former signifies the difference between the bank-money and the current in Venice and Holland; the latter, all lottery games), many-financial inventions, and a multitude of Italian mercantile terms, have originated in Genoa, and still remain entire in other languages. The form of this government has always been republican ; it may be remarked, that in no detail of the wars of Liguria, in the time of the Romans, is once found the name of king, of prince, or chief of the nation, not even a commandant-general of the Ligurian armies ; a proof sufficiently convincing, that a great equality of condition must have reigned in that nation. In Genoa have been found, without doubt, men of great talents; but the spirit of the government, which naturally retains always much of the primitive character of the nation, never shewed itself propitious to the arts, and sciences. It is certain, that their celebrated men owe not their success to the encouragement of their own country: the two brothers, Columbus found it in Spain, Sestiniani at Rome, and the end of Bonfadio, the only good scholar which the republic drew to Genoa, is but too well known *."


“ The knowledge of history gives us an insight into futurity,

by instructing us of what will be from what has already been."

It appears, in comparing Sallust, Livy, and Tacitus, the three great writers of history at Rome, that their style is sufficiently characteristic of the ages in which they flourished"; those of Cæsar, of Augustus, and of Trajan: in the two first, are displayed the vigour, as well as the graces of a mature and polished period ; in the last, the sensible decline of taste and genius among a people, who were great in their vices, ino less than in their virtues, and in both almost exceeding the measure of humanity. “ Sallust is concise, strong and rapid ; like a stream which rolls over a firm and rocky channel, he is ofiten harsh and abrupt, but always pure and perspi

By this character of the Genoese, it will be evident, that Buonaparte has little to hope with respect to bis ambitious projects, from the assistance he will receive from his new subjects of Genoa

cuous. Livy is copious, smooth, and flowing; he is a majestic river, passing over a fertile soil, but of which the windings are sometimes artificial, and the water sometimes turbid; while their successor Ta. citus, who copied the abruptness of the one, and far surpassed the art and obscurity of the other, charms with the strokes of original genius, and rises to an energy peculiar to himself. Of the three, Sallust is the most correct and pure; Livy the most diffuse and eloquent; Tacitus the most vigorous and impressive. Perhaps they were all too apt to forget, that the highest, as well as the most pleasing effort of art unquestionably is, when it effects its own concealment. Had the first been less sententious and abrupt, the second less artificial and declamatory, and the third less affected and obscure, nothing more would have been desired as a perfect model for imitation ; as it is, no one of them can be strictly said to come up to our ideas of such a standard."


AMID Guiana's wide-extended woods,
Savanna's rich and broadly rolling floods;
Her skies unclouded, and her dazzling beams,
That pour around their ever-fervid streams,
Why does my soul, beyond th’ Atlantic sea,
Roam to my country, and, my friend, to thee?
Why, thus forgetful of immediate woes,
Seek in the dear ideas for repose ?


Alas! no longer can my cares beguile
My country's image in a foreign soil !

Lost in her greatness, all her arts decay'd, Oppress'd her people, and her rights betray'd ; Her ancient order through the land revers’d, And the just lords of her domains dispers'd : Strange rulers o'er her fertile vales maintain An owner's power, and hold another's gain : A ruffian crew, the dregs of earth, preside, Her fleets, her armies, and her councils guide ;And he, that alien, who usurps the throne, To worth, to pity, and to faith unknown : His crimes so deadly, that the human race, An outcast vile, should banish from their face; The dark dissembler of his secret ends, The black ensanguin'd murd'rer of his friends.

Unhappy France ! no glories now await, As once they did, thy elevated state; At each new act, some treach'rous murder done, Some reign usurp'd, new infamy is won.

Ah! what avails it to have borne so long, Urg'd by the fury of the giddy throng ; Or fir'd in hate by some infuriate guide, The region delug'd in one purple tide? What recompensing joys enchant the heart, What soothing bliss do freedom's sweets impart? Ah! none they yield: but stern oppression reigns, And tyranny in faster bonds enchains;

On ev'ry face a dark distrust appears,
Shrinking reserve, and ever-waken'd fears.
Each dreads the stranger and familiar friend ;
Studious his heedless tongue may ne'er offend,
Lest haply caught at some unwary time,
Like me, he perish in this distant clime!

How little thought I; at that awful hour When first I felt a despot's deadly pow'r, That was the time when last I saw the day His beauteous beams upon my hills display, And hurried from each object of regard, Each well-known person---all---without award! No pitying audience hear my mournful tale, No equal judge on whom my wrongs prevail ! Yet what the crime this punishment deserved, For what offence is banishment reserv'd ? The man who feels a patriotic glow, Or loyalty, or faith, that man shall know.

Once hurried by the stream of gen’ral crime, (With horror I recall the dreadful time) These hands were join'd with an infuriate crew, To tear our spotless monarch from our view: Each gentle virtue grac'd his honour'd head, And thro' the realm a happy influence spread : Even now, perhaps, above the long-loved tract, His pitying shade observes cach ruthless act, Addresses to his God his earnest prayer, From desp'rate rulers his lov'd France to spare.


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