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at Cicero's Head, 'Red Lion Pasage, Flet-Street :
And sold by ELIZ. NEWBERY, the Corner of St. Paul's

Churck Yurd, Ludgate-Street. 1793.



HE smiling Spring, the golden field,

Again to icy Winter yield;
The garden's pride, the blushing rose,
Hath fall'n beneath the gelid fnows;
Where, dormant all the flowery tribe,
Their filent slumbers deep imbibe :-
Still big with hope, the new-born year
To expe&tation must appear,
While, rich with all the spoils of time,
Eventful, awful, and sublime,
Your annual labours still supply,
And crowd Reflexion's wand'ring eye!

Thus, lifted to its highest zest,
Where shall our admiration rest
Of every quick revolving scene
Which ne'er has ceas'd to intervene
Since Discord threw her flaming brand
On Gallia's wild and madd’ning strand;
Where Massacre the sceptre bears,
And all the form of Justice wears;
Where sage Philosophy is press’d
To own what Nature ne'er confeft,
And idolize the fordid plan
Of equalizing beast with man!
Unreasoning all !—Where Terror reigns,
Binding the intelle&t in chains;
While Ihrinks appallid th' immortal inind,
To chilling dread alone confin'd!
Dire History of infernal brood,
Thy characters are grav'd in blood,
So deep, the ever-flowing tear
Will ne'er suffice the page to clear ;
Be all thy crimes to Justice given,
And the avenging hand of Heaven!

A calmer clue the Muse now guides
(Where URBAN over alte presides)
To Britain's fhores, which Order guards,
And Peace and Liberty rewards ;
Where happier arts their influence thed,
And Learning rears her laurel'd head,
And in her train amusement brings,
Redundant from a thousand springs.
May thefe each year increase your store
With picatures uncnjoy'd before !

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UROPE, since the period when it was overrun by the

Goths and Vandals, has never experienced more alarm and danger than at the present moment --Religion, Manners, Literature, and the Arts, are all equally menaced by a foe, whose characteristick is a compound of impetuofity, ignorance, and crime.

It is the pride of Englishmen, to have united in one firm and noble phalanx to preserve their country from these attacks; attacks which are the more formidable, because they are not made with open, avowed, and generous boldness, but with the most dark and cowardly artifice. Our native force and native courage would prompt us to avoid no encounter in the martial field: but what would even the magnanimity of Britons avail against the venom of poison mysteriously prepared, and communicated with the malignant filence of affaflins ?

Yet such is the natural operation of these new-fangled doctrines, this strange and heterogeneous philosophy, which has deluged France with blood. Such is the fraternity, the liberty, and the light, our Gallic neighbours have not only wished, but endeavoured, to spread among us. To resist and counteract these machinations, has been the honest and unremitting endeavour of the GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE ; and ever will be so, as long as our Political and Religious Constitution shall require our indefatigable support.

After avowing ourselves the steady friends of our country's Liberties and Laws, we address ourselves more particularly to our Literary Friends and Correspondents. We presume that the Volume we are now closing will neither disgrace our candour nor our taste; that it will manifest our industry in colleiting, from the different branches of Science and Belles-Lettres, every variety of amusement for our Readers : that it will prove we have neither been faftidious in rejecting applications for our notice, nor guilty of giving too easy and indiscriminate admiffon to pieces without intereft, or writers without merit. In every circumstance of admission or rejection, we act from a sense of public duty, and decide according to our best judgement.

This, bowever, we wish to be invariably understood, that nothing will ever appear in the GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE,


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