ged its followers in a bog, will leave us inquiring why we regarded it.
Yet though I cannot think the ſtyle of Junius ſecure from criticiſm, though his expreſſions are often trite, and his periods feeble, I ſhould never have ſtationed him where he has placed himſelf, had I not rated him by his morals rather than his faculties. What, ſays Pope, muſt be the prieſt, where a monkey is the God? What muſt be the drudge of a party of which the heads are Wilkes and Croſby, Sawbridge and Townſend?
Junius knows his own meaning and can therefore tell it. He is an enemy to the miniſtry, he ſees them growing hourly ſtronger. He knows that a war at once unjuſt and unſucceſsful would have certainly diſplaced them, and is therefore, in his zeal for his country, angry that war was not unjuſtly made, and unſucceſsfully conducted. But there are others whoſe thoughts
