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alone bleed during that war, or did they alone bear the expence? No, Sir, brave and generous as the Britons were, the colonists have not been a whit behind them.

• A single colony which was planted about ninety vears ago, paid near half a million towards the general expence : the four New-England colonies alone raised and supported 20,90o men per annum, and it apo pears from good evidence, that they lost near 30,000 men during the service. In general, this war has made such havock from one end to the other of our infant colonies, that the flower of their youth are deftroyed, and the survivors loaded with taxes, to pay the debts which were then contracted. In return for this profusion of blood, our colonists have obtained the security of their present estates; they have also acquired per. petual honour to the British arms, and a vast addition of empire to the kingdom, whose subjects they are. But all these acquisitions being chiefly imaginary, can never help them to pay greater taxes than formerly; and I confess, it does not appear that they have made any other acquisitions. It is true, that several French and Spanish colonies are added to our dominions upon the continent, together with a vast extent of wilderness, but that is nothing to the present colonifts: their land is

is worse instead of better; for the more land is to be purchased on the continent, so much the less will any purchaser give for what is now occupied ; the greater poffeffions we have on the continent of North Ame. rica, and the greater quautity of indigo, rice, tobacco, hemp, fiax, fur, and timber tbat are thence imported, fo much less muft each colony gain by her trade in these articles, and these are the commodities with which they pay their taxes. Who then have been gainers by our late war in America ? The answer is plain, Great Britain has gained exceediogly.'

There are many other particulars, of great curiosity, as well as importance, in this very valuable tract; to which we must refer our Readers for farther satisfaction. The sum and conclusion of the Author's whole chain of reasoning is this : ' that our English subjects on the continent of America are very little in our debt.-That if the debt were much greater, we should recover no part of it by the late stamp-act; on the contrary,--that we shall lose, instead of gaining by that tax, because the colonists being universally discontent, not without some appearance of reason, will no longer consume our manufactures, and even though they were desirous of consuming them as formerly, they cannot post bly pay for them under so heavy a tax, but whatever sums we receive in the way of tax, we shail lose at least as much in the way of trade, and with this immense loss of trade we shall sustain a similar loss of our best fubjects. Therefore repealing the stamp-axt is the most probable way of fecuring the strength, and increating the riches of Great Britain and Ame


POETICA L. Art. 20. Pollio, an Elegiac Ode, written in the Wood near R

Castle, 1762. 4to. 15. T. Payne. There is genuine enthusiasm, vigour of thought, and patural expreffion in this little poem, which is a tribute to the Author's brother,

The description of the castle, that is a principal object in the scene, has dignity and characteristic propriety :

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begdom, stot loses the 22 Bed d ay imaginary, can seter help them o Berly; and I could's, it does not appears are xquifitions. It is the, that several French added to our cominicas upon the conciečat, eget di wilderness, ber that is nothing to the prelease. decriafes, and cor increased in valoe by thee som is worse ipitead of better; for the more land say Continent, fo mach the lefs will any purchaser 32 cupied; the greater poletions we have on the case rica, and the greater quantity of indigo, rice, totam and timber toat are thence imported, fo maci by her trade in these articles, and there are the con they pay tåeir taxes, Who then have been carry America. The answer is plaia, Great Britain

There are many other particulars, of great care portance, in this very valuable tra& ; to which se for farther satisfaction. The fum and concluso u chain of reasoning is this: that our Eeglik » of America are very little in our deb.-That if greater, we should recover no part of it by a contrary,--that se hall Jose, instead of gaining colonists being universally discontent, nor * realon, will no longer coníame our mandir they were desirous of consuming them as to pay for them ander lo heavy a tax, but w Way of tax, we shall lose at leat as much in this immense loss of trade we hall fulaio 25 jects. Therefore retealing the fami-au Curing the ftrength, and increasing the riche rica.

High o'er the pines that with their darkening shade

Surround yon craggy bank, the castle reais
Its crumbling turrets: fill its towery head

A warlike mien, a sullen grandeur wears.
So midit the fnow of age, a boastful air

Still on the war-worn veteran's brow attends ;
Still his big bones his youthful prime declare,

Though, trembling o'er the feeble crutch, he ber
Wild round the gates the dulky wall flowers creep,

Where oft the knights the beauteous dames have
Gone is the bower, the grot a ruin'd heap,

Where bays and ivy o'er the fragments spread. These, and every other object in those retreats, where the Autho perienced with his brother the happy amusements of young, naturally renew his grief and complaints for his lors, which, in peat by no means unreasonable, when we are told of this broth

Him with her purelt Aames the Muse endow'd,

Flames never to th' illiberal thought allied ;
The sacred fifters led where Virtue glow'd

la all her charms; he saw, he felt, and died. Nervous, and elegant both in the fenciment and expreffion! mmm Sikewise, considerable merit in the following itanzas:

How dreary is the gulph, how dark, how void,

The trackless shores that never were repast !
Dread feparation on the depth ugtricd

Hope faulters, and the soul recoils aghaft.
Wide round the spacious heaven I calt my eyes ;

And Thall these stars glow with immortal hire,
Still shine the lifeless glories of the skies,

And could thy bright, thy Living foul expire ?
Far be the thought the pleasures moft fublime,

The glow of friendship, and the virtuous tear,
The towering with that scorns the bounds of time,

Chill'd in this vale of death, but languith here.
So plant the vine on Norway's wintry land,

The languid stranger feebly buds and dies :
Yet there's a clime where virtue Mall expand

With godlike Arength, beneath ber native skies.
The lonely thepherd on the mountain's fide,

With patience waits the rosy-opening day:
The mariner at midnight's darksome tide

With chearful hope expects the morning ray.
Thus I, on life's storm-beaten ocean tost,

In 'mental vision view the happy Thore,
Where Pollio beckons to the peaceful coast,

Where Fate and Death divide the friends no more.
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Art. 21. The Scourge, a Satire. Part I. 4to. Is. 6d. Almon.

The Author sets out with lamenting the death of Charcbill, who, he tells us, left him bis Scourge, as a legacy; and he seems determined not to let it lie unemployed : but whether the lath will be plied with all its wonted force, this specimen, alone, will not, perhaps, enable the Reader absolutely to determine. Yet this we may venture to pronounce, that the livin dog may at least prove as terrible as the dead lion.

The present objects of the Author's poetic fury, are the great mee whose names are numbered among the outs; while, on the other hand, his panegyrics are lavihed on theirns : but, as a specimen, we tall give fome lines from the Satiriit's account of himself:

-I am a Man,
Born * a staunch Whig, and bred on Freedom's plan;
I love my King, his realms would die to save,
But hate a Tyrant, and despise a Slave.

Blunt in my manners, fimple in my sense,
· I like plain dealing, and abhor pretence ;

I never stoop to irony, not 1,
For I'm no Joker, and I hate a Lye;
I can't, not ev'n in jest, turn white to black;
I call a Spade a Spade, and Hilla Quack,
Johnson a Pensioner, the Home a Scor,
George a young King, and Bure-I well know what.

I'm much too dull for metaphor, or trope,
But think of S , when I see a rope ;
If Ranger talks of wedded dames made Punks,
The name, that first occurs to me, is D .
Lo! two clench'd fifts, which each a purse contain !
Bullface the Bruiser rushes on my brain ;
If W- is nam'd, I say, perhaps I swear,
That certain ears should not be where they are ;
But if the name be Smollett's, or Shebbeare's,
I only stroke my face, and scratch my ears.-

I cannot think, be who will out or in,
To drink the Glorious Memory is a sin;
Or, having no great faith in Right divine,
To add, Confusion to the Stuart Line.
Accursed Race! whom Heav'n, in direst rage,
Call'd up from hell, to plague an impious age;
And suffer'd, spite of groaning Albion's tears,
To wield their iron rod an hundred years ;
O!'may they ne'er revisit Britain's Thore,

But Brunswick reign till 'Time shall be no more ! Perhaps it will be deemed no great compliment to this Author, to fay that he possesses more than Churchill's Harmony ; we wilh we could

* Born a whig ! indeed !--some philosophers might, perhaps, dispute this fact with our Author; but, certainly, every gentleman knows beft how he came by his own principles.

Art. 21. The Scourge, a Satirt. Part I. : Tay as much with regard to that vivacity of sentiment and streng

preslion, which served to compensate for all the defects of C The Agthor fets out with lamenting the ri members. tells us, left him bis Scourge, as a égac), SE! Dot to let it he anemployed : bu wjecher 3: 16

THE A TŘIC A L. all its wonted force, this ipeamen, acte, ' Art. 22. The Summer's Tale. A Comedy of Three Aets. the Reader ablolutely to determine. Yet in

performed at the Theatre Roval in

performed at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden nounce thar the sair dog may ir leat crore a

18. 6d. Dodfley.
The preien: cbiects of the Author's poecie
names are a. m berat imong the outs; while, "a 15

To enter on a formal exámen of thë ling-song stage-trifles wh negyrics are lavite ome: E: but 121,00

Scho lately come into vogue among us, would be finking beneath the lines from the Satrits account of timel; of criticism. This performance may take rank with the rest

- lam: Ma, kind. There are some things in the dialogue part, which may a Bosneb Wnis aed bred og roetes dured; others, that are absurd enough ; and a few that are int bih sering woud die 36 for their indelicacy : such as a footman's singing his master a 1

prompt him to ravish . his mistress; and another character con But hate a Tyrant, and depise a Slave

sweating, pulling off his wig, and wiping his head, before the al Blunt in ITY manner», ήπιρίε ίπ π: ,

As to the songs, the same may nearly be said of them : some a I like piano dea ing, and abier pretence;

able, and others very indifferent, indeed! With regard to the I never stoop to iroos, mal,

we have not heard it; but we observe the names of the greatest 1 Por lo no loker, and I hate a lie.. in the list of composers. That the Author, however, may noi i cant act er'a in jeft, tara what to us of ill.natore, we shall select one or two of such as we take to Spinde d

bell-written airs :

Jebren a Panicres, the Emas
George 2 ycucg Lizz, and Putz vos

I'm much too call for metaphor, or trening
But think of when I see a reply
If Ranger talks of wedded dames mace Post
The name, that firt cccurs to me, is D-
Lo! (wo clench'd nts, which ezca a pere la
Bullface the Bruder rulhes of my brais;
If W is ram'd, I say, perhaps I feet,
That certain ears should not be where they bei A
But if the name be Smolleti's, or Stectural
I only stroke my face, and scratch my ears

I cannot think, be who will ode cria,
To drink the Glorious Miemery is a ba;
Oi, having no great faith in Righe divise,
To add, Coafukon to the Stuart Liui,
Accursed Race! whom Hear'n, in dech razy
Calld up from hell, to plague an impios
And fuffer'd, spite of groaning Alok
To wield their iron rod an hundred years;
0! may they ne'er revisit Britain's hore,

But Brunswick reign till Time hall be no met Perhaps it will be deemed no great complete that he possesses more than Churchill's Harmony i


[ Boy
See how the genial god of day
Salates the warm, the blushing year ;
Chear'd by his beams, how bright, how gay
The fields, the groves, the flowers appear !
And hark! in yonder vocal bower
The turtle plies his amorous theme,
All nature owns love's mighty power,
And deeply drinks the quickening beam.
And, tell me, do these scenes impart
No friendly warmth to thee alone ?
Wilt thou nor give me back my heart,
Nor yet repay me with thine own?
Ah! why wou'd Nature make thee fair,
And not dispose thee to be kind?
To love, alas! is to despair,
And not to love, is to be blind.

great compliment og

Not quite so roughly expressed, indeed ;-the following co the pairage alluded to :

If the damsel consents, take her srait in the mood,

If sot, gently force her, 'tis all for her good.
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Dorn a whig! indeed !--some philofopters pute this fact with our Author; but, certainly, 410) belt how he came by his own principles.


From clime to clime

Let others run ;
From rising to the setting fun;

To kill uneasy time :
With giddy trembling halle,

Let the vain creatures fly,

Fixt to my native spot,
With ease and plenty crown'd,

Content I look around,
Nor alk of heaven a fairer lor.
No vineyards here demand my care,
No spicy gales perfume the air,
No citron groves arise ;

The rugged foil,
Hardly obedient to the peasant's toil,
Such loft luxuriance denies,
Yet Nature with maternal hand

Valour, the birthright of the land,

And liberty, the choicest gift of heaven. Perhaps, after all, the fort of Rape above hinted at, means no more than a gentle force upon the lady, to make her pronounce the kind monosyllable ges. If so, we ask the Author's pardon for putting fo reuşb a conitruction on the passage cited in the Note.- But let the Reader judge between us.

NOVEL S. Art. 23. The Female Adventurers. 12mo. 2 Vols. 5s. Foling by.

It is easy to perceive, through the disguise of a very bad translation, that the original of this little French romance is not deftitute of merit. There is nature in it; and the sentiments, had they been expressed in good English, might have secured the work from that contempt into which it must inevitably fink, in the opinion of those few novel-readers who are competent judges of what they read. Art. 24. The Wanderer ; or, Memoirs of Charles Searle, Elg;

conta ning his Adventures by Sea and Land, with many remarkable Chara&ters and interesting Situations in real Life; and a Variety of surprifmg Incidents. 12mo. 2 Vols. 6s. Lownds.

The reader who accompanies this wanderer, in his various peregrinations, will be conducted through adventures which never could have happened, and brought into • fituations in real life which are to the higheft degree unnatural and improbable, if not utterly imposible, For the rest,- these memoirs are not very ill-written. The characters, such as they are, are numerous, and a world of bufiness is to be dispatched, before we arrive at the conclusion: wherein, according to the caitom, the heroes and heroines are brought before the parfon ; who having faid grace. the supper comes in ; then every body goes to bed; aod so good night)

Art. 25.

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