“Francais, trop ingrats Francais
               “Rendez le Roi a sa compagne;
               “C’est le bien du Bearnais,
               “C’est l’enfant de la Montagne: 
               “Le bonheur qu’ avoit Henri
               “Nous l’affarons a Louis.

               “Chez vouz l’homme a de ses droits
               “Recouvre le noble usage,
               “Et vous opprimez vos rois,
               “Ah! quel injuste partage! 
               “Le peuple est libre, et Louis
               “Est prisonnier dans Paris.

               “Au pied de ce monument
               “Ou le bon Henri respire
               “Pourquoi l’airain foudroyant? 
               “Ah l’on veut qu’ Henri conspire
               “Lui meme contre son fils
               “Dans les prisons de Paris."_

It was published some time ago in a periodical work, (written with great spirit and talents,) called “The Acts of the Apostles,” and, I believe, has not yet appeared in England.  The situation of the King gives a peculiar interest to these stanzas, which, merely as a poetical composition, are very beautiful.  I have often attempted to translate them, but have always found it impossible to preserve the effect and simplicity of the original.  They are set to a little plaintive air, very happily characteristic of the words.

Perhaps I shall not write to you again from hence, as we depart for
A_____ on Tuesday next.   A change of scene will dissipate a little the
seriousness we have contracted during the late events.   If I were
determined to indulge grief or melancholy, I would never remove from the
spot where I had formed the resolution.   Man is a proud animal even when
oppressed by misfortune.   He seeks for his tranquility in reason and
reflection; whereas, a post-chaise and four, or even a hard-trotting
horse, is worth all the philosophy in the world.—­But, if, as I observed
before, a man be determined to resist consolation, he cannot do better
than stay at home, and reason and phosophize.

Adieu:—­the situation of my friends in this country makes me think of England with pleasure and respect; and I shall conclude with a very homely couplet, which, after all the fashionable liberality of modern travellers, contains a great deal of truth: 

               “Amongst mankind
               “We ne’er shall find
               “The worth we left at home.”

Yours, &c.

August 22, 1792.

The hour is past, in which, if the King’s friends had exerted themselves, they might have procured a movement in his favour.  The people were at first amazed, then grieved; but the national philosophy already begins to operate, and they will sink into indifference, till again awakened by some new calamity.  The leaders of the faction do not, however, entirely depend either on the supineness of their adversaries, or the