2. If we suppose that Junius was Vindex, and therefore acquainted with Macleane's defence of the Ministry, is it not inexplicable that he should have omitted an opportunity of denouncing his conduct with all the bitterness and eloquence which he generally brings to such a task? of any of the individuals with whom he was identified.* In studying the history and character of Junius there are important lessons, moral and social,to be learnt. We have said that Junius was a patriot and moralist, and we have no doubt that many of our readers were startled by the 3. It was the opinion of several of Macleane's personal friends in Scotland, while the Let-statement. We spoke of him as the invisible ters of Junius were publishing, that they were written by Macleane. 4. Sir William Adam, the personal friend of Macleane and Francis, stated in writing to the author of this article, that in his opinion the former possessed the wit and talents necessary for the production of Junins. organ of a party-wielding its weapons, struggling on its ramparts, or cheering on its forlorn-hope. His patriotism, therefore, becomes that of his party, and his morality that of his associates. If he has been the advocate of great truths, we must extend to him our gratitude, whatever may have been his motives. If he denounced political corruption without being himself corrupt, and exposed the vices of his opponents without being himself vicious, we must hail him as a moralist, unless we find him careless about his facts or cognizant of their falsehood. In order to form a right estimate of the character of a party writer, we must peruse the writings of the party to which he is opposed. His per6. Junius' answer to Junia is a very remark-sonalities may have been called forth by theirs; able production, and one which we could prove, were it expedient, to be more likely to issue from the pen of Macleane than from that of any of the other claimants. 5. The Rev. Mr. Parish informed the writer of this article that his father, who was chaplain to Lord Townshend, when Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland, had heard Lord Townshend express his belief that Macleane was Junius; and he saw at Dublin Castle a print called the Tripartite Junius, in which Macleane was represented with two other individuals as his co-adjutors. 7. As Macleane was a physician, we might expect metaphors and expressions connected with the medical profession. Expressions of this kind are extremely common, (about forty in number,) and some of them, such as 66 the caput mortuum of vitriol," could scarcely have come from the pen of a writer who had not been familiar with medicine or chemistry. It is a curious fact that a writer on this subject actually infers from some of these expressions that Junius must have been a chemist. 8. The late Mr. Woodfall, and others, have remarked a similarity between the hand-writing of Macleane and Junius, and there are resemblances also in the spelling of particular words, and also in particular modes of expression. We place little value on any argument derived from the hand-writing of Junius. It is evident that Junius must have either used a feigned hand or the hand of an amanuensis, or a friend. Had Junius written his Letters in his usual hand, his detection would have been instantaneous. There is certainly no resemblance of any importance between the hand-writing of Junius and that already referred to, has wisely stated that Junius must often be judged by contrarieties, of which this is a fair example. their ferocity may justify his; and in his exposures even of private failings we may discover but a faint reflection of the conduct of his adversaries. In the times of Junius the personalities and calumnies of the supporters of the Ministry, purchased by the Government and paid for by the nation, were such as to justify the utmost severity of retaliation. But though the character of Junius, while he himself remains in the shade, may be pure and noble, it may assume a different aspect when he is identified. Were Lord Chatham, or Lord Sackville, or Burke, or Sir Philip Francis, to stand forth as Junius, his morality would disappear, and his patriotism sink into disaffection and disloyalty; and were either Barré or Macleane to be honored with his laurels, we must brand them as traitors to the cause which they advocated, and as men who bartered their obligations to the community for a mess of pottage. It is always instructive, and now more than ever, to beware of Patriots, to scrutinize the pretensions of popular leaders, and to estimate the value of their labors. Junius was a very *Mr. Britton has stated in his work on Junius, "that George Chalmers, in an appendix to his Supplemental Apology to the believers in the Shakspeare Papers, has examined and confuted Macleane's pretensions to the authorship of the Mystic Letters," pp. 37, 38, note. This assertion is an entire mistake, as Mr. Britton himself admits. Mr. Chalmers has not even mentioned Macleane's claims in the work referred to, or in any other work. moderate reformer, liberal in his political | views, but hostile to innovation. His object was to defend constitutional rights, and not to create them. It was "the unimpaired, hereditary freehold" which he strove to bequeath to posterity. It was the "liberty of the press, the palladium of all the civil, political, and religious rights of Englishmen," and the right of juries to return a general verdict, for which he combated. Had he lived in the present day he would neither have been a Repealer, nor a Confederate, nor a Chartist. He would have hesitated even to extend the suffrage till the people were fit to exercise it, for he declared that both liberty and property would be precarious till the people had acquired sense and spirit to defend them. Education and religious knowledge must precede the extension of political privileges. No person is entitled to a political right till he has learned how to use it; no man is qualified for a trust till he knows how to fulfil it. The rights of the subject are not the rights of an individual, but the rights of the community; and he who either prostitutes or sells such a birthright, dishonors and robs every member of the community to whom the same inheritance has been bequeathed. From Tait's Magazine. PART I. BEAUTY. OBLIVION ne'er shall have the hour PART II. One has chimed from the sacred fanes- Forth from her cell. Beauteous she traced Than owns the rainbow-varied sky; With wavy tresses, raven bright, Glist'ning with lustrous hues of light- A smile, bewitchingly displayed, Then, like the warbling streamlet, dies. The music ceased. The vision fled; The thought then shot across my soul- Such beauteous brow! such chisell'd face! And hush these waves that o'er me roll? Then swift harmonious o'er me flew That beauty's fount Up to Him mount From sculptured clay, From earth to heaven away. His mind reveals the boundless source The earthquakes roll, the whirlwinds roar- A glory spreads the rushing flood That frets and chafes in stormiest mood- In terror robed, yet gently kind. O'er ranges of embattled towers, PART III. Calmly, then, I pressed my pillow, Dreams sent from heaven around me play, Wafting the soul on pinions light, PART IV. Now Morn, with rosy fingers, led A world all new before me glows; The honey-gatherers gayer hum; From Hogg's Weekly Instructor. THE LAST POET. [From the German of Alex. Graf Von Aversperg, a nobleman of Vienna.] CYNIC. Oн, member of the moon-struck throng, When will your ravings all be ended? When will your long and tiresome song Be all sung out, and lyre suspended? Has not all nature's varied store By bards been sought, and sung, and gather'd? When will your rhapsodies be o'er? Each stream is dried, each flower is wither'd. POET. As long as through yon azure skies The glorious car of light is driven As long as gifted minstrel's eyes Are turned in ecstasy to heaven— As long as in the awful cloud The tempest broods, and thunder breaking, And at the peal so dread and loud A single heart with fear is quaking— As long as after silenced storm The rainbow in the cloud is smiling; Or hearts estranged (that once were warm) Sigh for the bliss of reconciling As long as night sublime unfolds Her scroll with golden letters burning; Or sage the mystic page beholds, Enraptured to it nightly turning Long as the moon through ether strays, As long as verdant springs return To bless the earth, or rose is blooming; While Beauty's cheeks with blushes burn, Or joy her lover's look illuming Long as above that sacred urn Sad gloom the cypress-shade is making; Or tears are seen in eyes that mourn, Or heart beneath its burden breaking— So long will she, bright maid of song, The priest whom she has consecrated; And when to lovely nature's reign The day of doom the end is bringing, The last of men in nature's fane Will be the bard her requiem singing. The Lord of all does still uphold In his right hand his bright creation; And, as a flower that's freshly culled, Regards it with benign sensation; And when this fair majestic flower Shall, like "a parched scroll," be furl'd, And solar systems roll no more, But all to dark confusion hurl'd, Then, Cynic, if thy heart be strong, From the New Monthly Magazine. A VISIT TO THE BATTLE-FIELDS OF CRESSY AND AGINCOURT. BY H. L. LONG, ESQ. [Continued from the December number of the Eclectic Magazine.] LETTER V. AGINCOURT. If our Hotel de l'Europe at Hesdin presented us with accommodations somewhat inferior to those of its namesake at Abbeville, we had no reason to be displeased with our quarters, and, as far as the operations of the chef are a matter of importance, they were unexceptionable. The great post-road leading to St. Omer ascends the chalk on the north of the valley immediately after passing the river, traverses the forest of Hesdin, and then emerges into the open country. At the distance of about eight miles from Hesdin, the spire of the church of Agincourt becomes visible on the right of the road, rising above the trees which conceal the other buildings of the village, beyond which lies the field of battle. This road is, of course, the easiest and the most direct way to approach the spot, but a desire to get upon the line of march of our fifth Harry previous to the action, led us to adopt a different route, and for this purpose we were obliged to leave our large carriage at Hesdin, and adopt one of the light cabriolets of the country. And now we exchanged the recollection of the "great Edward, with the lilies on his brow from haughty Gallia torn," for those of the worthy although illegal inheritor of his crown, his valorous great-grandson, in no way his inferior, whether in the qualities of mind or body, the renowned of English monarchs, Henry the Fifth. Let me remind you, by way of giving consistency to my letter, that Henry had opened his campaign of 1415, by landing in France near Harfleur-the capture of that town followed—but after the loss of nearly half his 66 army by disease, he was fain to retire, and, in making his way towards Calais, found himself planted between the Somme and the ocean, precisely as had been the case with his great ancestor sixty-nine years previously. No Blanquetaque was now practicable. That memorable passage was now so impeached with stakes in the bottom of the ford, that he could not pass, his enemies besides there away so swarming on all sides "—an unlucky prudence had on this occasion inspired the French-better had it been for them to have built a bridge of gold for their flying enemy. No place of passage could be forced or found anywhere, until after ascending the left bank of the river almost as far up as the fortress of Ham, he discovered a "shallow, which was never espied before," and there on the 19th of October, he effected his passage, and resumed his march in the direction of Calais. At some distance, a little in advance of his right flank, in a course almost parallel to his own, but gradually converging until the two lines met at Agincourt, marched the French army, amounting to 60,000 or 80,000 men, and arrayed under a numerous and brilliant assemblage of chiefs and nobles-Delabret, Constable; Chatillon, Admiral of France; Ramburés, grand master of the cross-bows; together with the Dukes of Orleans, Bourbon, Alençon, Brabant, Bar, and an infinity of others. "Willing to wound, but yet afraid to strike," they continued their course, sometimes, indeed, sending a herald with proposals to treat, but for the most part enjoying an easy security of having their prey within their grasp whenever a fitting opportunity enabled them to clutch him, after he had been duly weakened by a little further exhaustion. This state of things continued until the English army approached Blangy, on the |