d inly ruminate
The morning's danger,

are properly introduced, and highly descriptive.

The tents of Richmond are so near

That the fix'd sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch.

Considered as a whole, the composition is simple, striking, and
original, and the figures well drawn. The whole moral tenour of the
piece informs us that conscience is armed with a thousand stings, from
which royalty itself is not secure; that of all tormentors, reflection
is the worst; that crowns and sceptres are baubles, compared with
self-approbation; and that nought is productive of solid happiness, but
inward peace and serenity of mind.

[Illustration: GARRICK.

In the Character of Richard the Third.]

THE INVASION; OR, FRANCE AND ENGLAND.

In the two following designs, Mr. Hogarth has displayed that partiality
for his own country and contempt for France, which formed a strong trait
in his character. He neither forgot nor forgave the insults he suffered
at Calais, though he did not recollect that this treatment originated in
his own ill humour, which threw a sombre shade over every object that
presented itself. Having early imbibed the vulgar prejudice that one
Englishman was a match for four Frenchmen, he thought it would be doing
his country a service to prove the position. How far it is either useful
or politic to depreciate the power, or degrade the character of that
people with whom we are to contend, is a question which does not come
within the plan of this work. In some cases it may create confidence,
but in others lead to the indulgence of that negligent security by which
armies have been slaughtered, provinces depopulated, and kingdoms
changed their rulers.

PLATE I.

FRANCE.

With lantern jaws and croaking gut,
See how the half-star'd Frenchmen strut,
And call us English dogs:
But soon we'll teach these bragging foes
That beef and beer give heavier blows
Than soup and roasted frogs.

The priests, inflam'd with righteous hopes,
Prepare their axes, wheels, and ropes,
To bend the stiff-neck'd sinner;
But should they sink in coming over,
Old Nick may fish 'twixt France and Dover,
And catch a glorious dinner.

The scenes of all Mr. Hogarth's prints, except The Gate of Calais, and
that now under consideration, are laid in England. In this, having
quitted his own country, he seems to think himself out o