'See that assemblage of the sons of wealth, Whose pity and humanity extend To dumb creation! with what costly care They study to preserve the brutal race From _vulgar_ persecution! Truly great Were such benevolence, could their design Deserve so laudable a name!--Alas! What are they but monopolists in blood, That to themselves endeavour to preserve Inviolate the cruel privilege Of slaughter and destruction? What is this But petty tyranny, th' ambitious child Of luxury and pride? If Heaven indulge A right to kill, each free-born Briton sure May claim his portion of the carnage. All O'er nature's commoners, by nature's law, Plead equal privilege: what then supports This usurpation in the wealthier tribe; The _qualifying_ acres? no, proud man, Possessions give not thee superior claim To that, which equally pertains to all-- Whose property you timid hare, which feeds In thy inclosure? thine? denied--allow'd, Yet if the fearful animal be thine, Because the innocently crops _to-day_ The herbage of thy freehold, whose will be The claim _to-morrow_, when thy neighbour's soil Affords her pasturage? Assuming man! How is the hardy Briton's spirit tam'd By thy oppressive pride!-when danger comes Who shall defend thy property? thyself? No; that poor Briton, whom thou hast undone By prosecutions--will he not retort, "What's liberty to me? 'tis lost! 'tis gone! "If I must be oppress'd, it matters not "Who are th' oppressors. Shall I hazard life "For those imperious lordlings, who denied "That privilege, which Heaven and nature meant "For food, or sport, or exercise to all?"' _British Philippic._ Mr Burt devoted his time much to his grand-children, though he was far from wishing to obtrude too much knowledge on their tender years, as the mind may be overstrained by too intense application, in the same way as the body may be weakened by too much exercise before it arrives at its full strength.