“... In the case of _The Anti-Jacobin_, what are we to say? A hundred opinions may be adopted respecting the French Revolution. Some hate it with unmitigated hatred. Some regret it, but accept its consequences as beneficial to mankind on the whole. Some cherish its memory as a new political revelation of which they hope to see still further results. But a candid man of any of these persuasions must remember that the aim of _The Anti-Jacobin_ was to keep _Britain_ from revolution during 1797–8. It was therefore necessary to fight as our soldiers afterwards did in Spain—to wage such a _literary_ war as suited the agitated spirit of Europe. While we blame CANNING, therefore, for speaking as he did of MADAME ROLAND, we must not forget the indecorum of her Memoirs, or that it was from persons of her party that vile aspersions were cast upon the character of MARIE ANTOINETTE. There were men quite ready to begin the same work over here that had been done in France, and that in a spirit of vulgar imitation, and under quite different circumstances. They had to be shot down like mad dogs; for a cur, though contemptible in ordinary cases, becomes tragic when he has hydrophobia. “For _The Anti-Jacobin_ must be claimed an honour which can be claimed for scarce one of the works we have passed under review. Let us waive the question how much we may have owed it for helping to inspire that unity and stout insular self-confidence which carried us through the great war,—whole within and impervious without. Let us consider it only in a literary point of view, and we shall find it enjoying the rare distinction that its best Satires live in real popular remembrance. The _Knife-Grinder_, with his “‘_Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir_,’ is almost as widely known as our nursery rhymes. “But if _The Anti-Jacobin_ excels all similar works in popularity, and in the eminence of its contributors, it also excels them in another important particular. It contains on the whole a greater number of really good things than any one of them. The _Loves of the Triangles_, in which, “‘Th’ obedient Pulley strong Mechanics ply, And wanton Optics roll the melting eye!’ is an irresistible parody, and likely to keep the original of Darwin [_Loves of the Plants_] in remembrance. Gray’s Odes have survived the burlesques of Colman; and the _Country and City Mouse_ of Prior and Montague is neglected by nine-tenths of those who read with admiration the _Hind and the Panther_. But Darwin’s case is peculiar. Other poems live in spite of ridicule; and his _Loves of the Plants_ in consequence of it. The Attic salt of his enemies has preserved his reputation. “There is always a purpose in _The Anti-Jacobin’s_ view something more important than the mere persiflage that teases individuals. Like the blade of Damascus, which has a verse of the Koran engraved on it, its fine wit glitters terribly in the cause of sacred tradition.”