Form'd in like mould, 'tis theirs, -the prurient

Who other hearts with kindness would imbue,

Employ to designate the moral ills,

Ere knowledge virtuous principle instils?

AUTHOR.

"Tis wrong, I own; but who has calmly read Vapid assertions in bold ignorance bred? Have we not seen, on Man's improvement

bent,

Him, who a life in anxious study spent,
By varied practice and laborious thought,
A social system to completion brought,
Condemn'd by flippants of a transient day,
Who ne'er beyond their narrow circle stray

Without confusion, and a labyrinth find,
Yet loudly boast with self-sufficient mind,

That they the oracles of truth can know—
Alone the source of happiness or woe.

So when at eve the sun has ceased to warm, The tiny insect race in myriads swarm: ""Twas we," they cry, "who check'd the

glare of light;"

Then buz in triumph through congenial night. But soon again Aurora gilds the sky,

And all the little tribes affrighted fly.

END OF PART V.

THE REPROOF OF BRUTUS.

PART VI.

PART VI.

Appeal to the Bench of Bishops-Archbishop of Canterbury-Bishop of London-His Cambridge prizes

Refuses the use of St. Paul's Cathedral for the develop

ment of moral truth Rev. Wm. Wilson-Description of Infant Schools-Suppresses the name of Mr. Owen—

Bishop of Norwich-Atticus admonishes the Author to be less violent.