(To THE. EDITOR OF THE SPECTATOR.) fin,—The following lines written
by the poet Con-per in the its, 1781 seem such a striking prophecy of tire et-Kaiser's present circumstances thnt I cannot resist asking your permis- t Ma to lay them before your readers:- " Bat let eternal infamy pursue The wretnh to naught but his ambition true; Who for the sake of filling with one blast The post horns of all Europe, lays her waste.
Think yourself stationed on a towering rock, To see a people scattered like a flock, Some myal mastiff panting at their heels, With all the savage thirst a tiger feels; Then view him self-proclaimed in a gazette.
Chief monsteethit has !Aniseed the nations yet—
The globs and sceptre in such hands mispineed, Those ensigns of dominion, how disgraced!
The glass that bids mon mark the fleeting hour,
And Death's own scythe, would better speak his power—
Then grace the bony phantom in his stead, With the king's shoulder-knot and gay cockade; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress, 'I'he same their oecupation and success."
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