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Having thus given our opinion of the performance we proceed to confirm it by suitable specimens. We beg the Feader to form to himself fome idea how

"The impaffion'd vow, at morning seal'd
On fair Cleone's lip, can be enshrined

Upon the beart, and we should be happpy in his assistance, to explain to us in what sense it can be ailerted that

a precious gem, from ocean fav’d, Amidit the general wreck, with virtuous hand

Lined the paternal couch with filial down,' We apprehend it will scarcely be contended, that it is very natural, simple and prosaic to talk

• Of the fair river, who with easy flow
Glides filent on, and oft in passing greets
His aged willows, that in waiting seem
To bow their bare and venerable heads

Along his tufted banks.?
Or of the whispered gale which plays

On my Cleone's cheek, or sportive hides
In her luxuriant trefjes, meriting

The etberial visitant.' What does the reader think of this lady when she visits & cottage.

plucking the soft unadorned latch? What idea does he conceive of a funeral, in which

“Six weeping damsels walk’d, while fix fad youthş

Beneath in fable robes, their burthen bent?'
Or how does he relish a character, of which it may be said,

' A narrow cottage and an ample foul,
That would a palace fill with generous deeds,

Were now its whole pofcfion?' But the non pareil of his performance appears to us to be the passage in which he describes

Compassions pang-relieving tones,
Honied as voice of cherubim, and smooth
As the dove's plumage, even the dove of peace;
Upon whose downy breafl, the troubled soul,
Lulld by the magic song, forgets its rage

Feels its grief hutid, and finks subdu'd to rest.'
We have heard of many fine voices, we have seen the con-
noiseur in raptures when he has described the voices of a
Pacchierotti, a Gabrielli, or a Mara.

But all these performers, in our humble opinion, are mere fools compared with a voice, that copes with honey, and is as smooth as a feather bed, and beside all this has a breast, a fine, broad, elastic breast, upon which even a troubled soul may get a nap, and, as it should seem, fairly take up its night's lodging:


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But we have already faid, that the poem before us possesses several beauties of imagination and expression, that entitle it to some regard. And we shall by no means be so partial, having exhibited a small sample of its vices, as not to give the author his full revenge by exhibiting, with equal fairness and unreferve, a specimen of its beauties. And in the first place we will select two or three cxpreffions, which appear to us deserving of much commendation for their mellowness and unction. Respecting the first of these we have a kind of loose and indecisive idea of having met with it be#re, but we dare not on fo vague a ground charge it with plagiarism.

• For when did folly love, or when shall know
The cherifbed grief that shuns society."

the ruddy bloom
That temperance fixes in the wholesome cheek.
Of blamelefs age.'.

-From the vale,
The village bell, with melancholy sound,
Rings out the knell of death at every pause
The difmal tone admits, my throbbing heart
Suggests to fancy's startled car the hour,
When she, who now is seated by my side,
(On the due motion of whose wholesome pulse

My being hangs) shall wake a note like this!
The following passage has a degree of descriptive merit.

The redd'ning west
Announc'd the setting fun, and mellower tints
Painted the firmament: Sirius all day
His flaming car had driven along the sky
With kindling rage. But now the breeze of eve,
From her coot grotto, ventur'd forth to dip
Her feathers in the rill, and in the air
To take her twilight circuit: as the fhook
Her humid pinions, nature felt restor'd
Thro' all her works, valley, hill, and ftream:
Bird, beast, and înan, the balmy essence hail'd!
Season of universal calm !—all breath'd
Ambrofia-Ah! what an hour for love
Now almost wedded love-to steal unseen
From all eyes but their own!-Such sweets to taste,

Walk'd forth AGENOR and his destin'd bride.' We shall add two passages of a different kind. The author thus describes the eve of an approaching marriage.

Ah interval of every soft excess
The human heart can prove fufpenfe divine !
Fill'd with each ardent hope and roseate fear,
Where PLEASURE meets her ancient foe, meets PAIN,
With such unwonted smiles upon his brow,
His temples bound with sweet-briar, to denote


As well the fragrant leaf as pointed thorn,
(Emblem of wedded blits and misery)
PLEASURE herself the mystic garland takes,
And grants a truce, and is a league with PAIN:
So soft the sigh, so sweet the tear he brings,
When virgin Innocence by manly Truth

Is led to Hymen's altar.' A circumstance, attending the evening of a fine day, is thus portrayed.

* And last we note the intermixing fanes,
Abodes of rapt devotion--which the sun,
As conscious of their farctity, invests
With orient light, that like a glory plays

Upon the holy spire, and sainted tower!' These passages, though perhaps in strictness they have in them too much of the Ovidian and the pretty, will not fail to contribute to the entertainment of the majority of readers.


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Art. VI. An Epistle from the Rev. William M-n, to the

Right Hon. William Pitt, Chancellor of the Exchequer. Petitioning for the vacant Laureatihip. is. no Printer's Name. THOUGH the poetry of this fictitious epiftle be not equal

to that of the author, whofe naine it humorously bears, it is above mediocrity, botli with regard to wit and versification, After this imaginary poet has promised his patron an eternity of fame, on condition of complying with his request, he concludes with the following lines. • Tell then thy sov'reign (should he chance incline To bid the Laureat's luxury be mine, Assur'd with Horace, that no bard fhall lack The sweet enjoyment of a butt of fack Tell him that if I foar not like'a Pindar, May lightning blast my pinions to a cinder. Tell him--that every blush of New-Year’s day, My Muse shall more than Whitehead's worth display, And soaring far superior to the themes Of war-worp armies, or a nation's dreams, Triumph, as oft she pictures to his view, “ That work to wonder at”-imperial Kew! Tell him—her heart shall glory, thro' her lays, Affociate of his hunts, to trace the maze! Tell him, in fine, his favors to repay, Her zeal shall tear Macgregor's malk away, And crush the monster who could dare afperfe Scenes, that shall Hourish in my living verte; While genius hastes to hang with fadeless flow'rs " Thy throne, O Albion, and thy laureat bower's.

In the first verse the use of chance, instead of by chance, is a poetic licence, which is very unjustifiable.


ART. VII. London unmask’d, or the New Town Spy. By the Man

in the Moon. Adlard. 28. T is observed by moralifts, that the best diffuafive against

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formity. She can only deceive when decked in false trappings and borrowed charms. Whoever therefore is most dexterous in difrobing her of this destructive attire, is most likely to promote the cause of virtue and morality. Folly may not, perhaps, be improperly termed the infancy of vice; and, since diseales, we are told, are most effectually cured, when opposed in the first stage of their progress, by striking at those foibles which disgrace mankind, we may rescue them from those evils which would effect their destruction.

The work before us has considerable merit in placing in a striking light the various follies and vices with which this populous city abounds. From it the unexperienced may collect many useful lessons to prevent his being imposed on by the artful and abandoned : and those who are not quite callous to every remonftrance of truth and reason, will, it is to be hoped, blush when they see the exact picture of themfelves, and be careful to reform their conduct.

That our readers may be able to judge for themselves, of our author's style and manner, we will present them with his reflections on the present conduct of fashionable married


• If we advert to the original state of many things, we must be astonished to discover the improvements they have undergone, and the gran leur to which they have attained, from low and obfcure beginnings. Poetry took its rise from hymns and proverbial sayings; the majesty of the tragic muse, once confined to carts, now vaunts under stately roofs. Who would imagine that the vain, gaudy creature, Woman, who now triumphs over her master Man, was once his obsequious handmaid, and proud in a primitive state to administer to his pleasures ? Nor was she then taught to belie the Itrong impulses of nature, or esteem it modesty or virtue to withhold her charms from a sincere defiring lover.

Coquetry was a much more modern vice, introduced when altars were reared to their worship, and coarse homely matrons were transformed into goddesses. Farewell the charms of innocence, and that lovely fimplicity with which nature had cloathed them : these elated beings forgot their pristine ítate of dependance ; long services, fighs, and proteftations, were now the only means of courting their favours. Poets with florid compliments railed them to a degree of divinity. All that shin'd on fheils and rocks were brought from far, and half nature laboured for the embellishment of their persons. Thus, by degrees, they became so refined, as to plant the horns on the foreheads of the lords of the creation, and allert fovereignty in ali domestic concerns,

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• The beauteous Helen seems to have had so great a fimilitude in manners to many of our modern females, that it will appear an easy transition to come down from those toasts of antiquity, and point out by what steps and variations our modern British ladies have arrived to that degree of politeness they now exhibit. To make ena tertainments, and preside at tables, feeins to have been the utmost ambition of our great-grand-mothers; they feldom mixed with public assemblies, or (as we of a more libertine äge term it) sparklee in the circles of the gay. They would have lwoon'd at the very mention of a masquerade, and to have exposed their charms to the view of every coxcomb would have been as criminal as the fin of witchcraft. They never heard or dreamt of that wicked innovation called pin-money, for they had no other expenses than what were fupplied from the husband's purse. To lie in separate beds with them was hideous, nor has their eyes been taught to roll, or even indicate an illicit defire.

• But these old fashioned virtues are exploded, and pin-money, the parent of many ills, procures the indifpenfable requisites of a train of luxuries, and may fometimes be converted to the purpose of secret fervices.--A variety of commodities too numerous to be particularized may not improbably be conjectured to fwell out the pinmoney account of several of our city as well as court ladies. With

then must that man be endued, who would venture on one of those fashionable belles, for a domestic wife, and chuse such a partner to go, hand in hand, through the difficulties of life? For women of the character described find no other use in a husband, than to afford them an opportunity of carrying their designs into execution with a better grace.

• Nor will a man of prudence find it his interest to marry a person of fuperior rank or fortune, if thus fashionably educated and disposed, as infinitely more expenses will accrue than he could imagine, and many more injurious accidents will happen, than he could poflibly foresee.'

In this entertaining volume the reader will pay a visit to almost every resort of dislipation in this metropolis, and it will be his own fault if he does not at the fame time reap both amusement and instruction.

what courage

Art. VIII. An Elay on the Law of Libels. With an Appendix,

containing Authorities. To which are subjoined, Remarks on
the Case in Ireland of Attachment; and the Letter of the Hon.
T. Erskine, on that subject. 8vo. 2s. 6d. Dilly.
THIS treatise is acute and ingenious. The author enters

minutely into the nature of Libels, and explains dif-
tinctly the different kinds of them. He also canvasses the
liberty of the press, and delineates the powers of a jury:
Upon these delicate points he is exceedingly instructive; and
his work cannot be diffused too extensively.
To Mr. Capel Lofft the public is indebted for the present


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