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Art. 25. A Seventh Letter to the People of England, upon political writing, true patriotism, jacobitijm, and evil and corrupt ad

8vo. is. 6 d. Single. A banter upon Dr. Shebbeare ; whom the Author of this pamphlet humorously personates, and ridicules, with no contemplable irony. Thus, for initance, he makes him burlesque himself, and rail at his mortal enemies, the Reviewers :

"-But a propos, If, after all the fine things I have been faying, • we fhould differ in our ideas of patriotism !I may preach on « without being underliood.Permit me to remove this itumbling. : block, by informing you what a true pairiot really is.

• Idea of a True Patriot. " A true Patriot is a man who has an unbounded love for his country; that is to say, so far as it co incides with his own interelt.• He fticks at nothing, be it ever so mean or vicious, which he thinks

may be beneficial to the public, and serviceable to himself. He is

always of some party or fuitior, though he never keeps iong to any ; • but Mifts and changes as best suits his own views.-He ever rails at • the government, and sometimes at the

He is always against the present ministers, and never fails to represent every meaJure they take, as prejudicial to the community. He is continually

terrifying the people with false alarms ; affuring them that their li. • berty is loit, and their country ruined. - He raves, forms, swears,

cringes, fawns, and praises, all in the fame breath.--He is a great

philosopher, and possessed of such admirable moderacion, that he • suffers himself to be kicked out of every coffee house in town, • without being discomposed, or shewing the leart resentment.--He • is the hireling and hackney. writer of every petty bookseller that • chuses to employ him. He libels all great men, writes seditious

pamphlets, and abuses every one that pretends to criticile chem.• Thus he continues, writing and railing, sill a past or a pillory, the • ultimate objects of his withes, effectualiy put an end to his glorious * and never-enough-to-be admired patriosi,m.

• This is the character. This the noble chara&er, O my good • people of England, that I have appeared in for some years,—in • which I have written several letters to you. In which I have • asserted your rights and privileges.And I will venture to say, • that such a patrior deierves the applause of the whole world. It is • true, -I have had it. -The lustre and glory of my immortal oraa • tions have extorted it from all. ---All-except a few growling,

mean, low, vile, rank, lousy, itchy, poiky, vicious, dirty, venal, corrupt, depraved, envious, partial, foolith, idle, shabby, ragged,

beggarly, dattardly, cowardly, rascally, ignorant, chick-sculed, • block-headed, illiterate, illiberal, scandalous, flanderous, malici. • ous, malignant, malevolent, black.guard, noxious, seditious, re• bellious, water gruel, sneaking, bullying, swearing, lying, curling, 'whoring, diinking, scribbling, farting, itinking, Scotch GentlemenCrities.

Art. 26.

Art. 26. Frederic le Grand, au Temple de l'Immortalité *, &c.

8vo. 1s. Hooper. This little piece is the work of an elegant fancy. Glory and Fame are represented on a journey to the Temple of Immortality ; where the former proposes the King of Prussja as a candidate. All the Virtues are personated, and made to plead in his behalf, in the hearing of Severity, who doubts of the reports of Glory and Fame; but at length is fatisfied, and yields to the Hero's admiffion.

• That is ---The Inauguration of Frederic the Great, in the Temple of Immortality.---By Mademoiselle ****, Author of Abasai. An English translation is printed, together with the original, the present pamphlet comprehending both.

R-d Art. 27. The Case of the Stage in Ireland. 8vois. Dublin

printed, London reprinted, for J. Coote. There has been for some time, it seems, a theatrical dispute in Dublin, concerning the number of playhouses for the entertainment of that city. It appears, that Mr. Barry has laid the plan of a new one, to be erected there, in opposition to Mr. Sheridan, the present manager of the theatre in Smock-alley ; who, on the other hand, is endeavouring to prevent his rival, by procuring an act of Parliament to limit the number of play houses in Dublin. The Author of this pamphlet is an able advocate for Mr. Barry, and attacks the Manager with feverity, humour, and argument: but how this important contest is like to end; and whether King Sheridan, or King Barry, thall prevail, Time, who decides the fates of princes and principalities too, will determine.

Art. 28. Observations on Mr. Garrick's Arling. In a Letter to

the Right Hon. the Earl of Chesterfield. By Joseph Pittard. 8vo. 5d. Cooke and Coote.

A lavish and ill-written panegyric on Mr. Garrick's performance in the character of Lear.-On thele occasions we are ofien reminded of a remarkable line of Mr. Pope's,

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Art. 29. The Story of the Tragedy of Agis. With Observations

on the Play, the Performance, and the Reception. 8vo. 6 d. Cooper.

A flippant and servile compliment to the Author and the Players. Art. 30. Agis. A Tragedy; as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal

in Drury-lane. Svo. Is. 6d. Millar. This Author's last year's tragedy (Douglas, fee Review, Vol. XVI. P. 426.) was not deemed a matterly performance. The new piece is iull inferior to the former :-and this being the case, it would be fay. T 2

ing ing our Readers a poor compliment, to take up much of their attention with Agis.

One thing, however, we can with pleasure remark, on the fuccefs of this and some other modern plays; and that is, the extreme good.. rature of the audiences, which not only suffered, but rewarded them. If such generous encouragement is afforded to such indifferent performances, what grateful, what unbounded returns of applause and munificence, may not GENIUS, WIT, and POETRY expe&t, if ever THEY hould deign to revisit the British Theatre !

Art 31. The Dramatic Execution of Agis. 8vo. 6d. Cooke. A trivial criticism on an insignificant play.


Art. 32. Virtue Triumphant; or, Elizabeth Canning in America.

Being a circumstantial narrative of her Adventures, from her setting fail for transportation, to the present time ; in wbose miraculous preservation the HAND OF PROVIDENCE is visible. 8vo. Is. 6d. Cooke.

A strange kind of rhapsodical, lying, narrative, filled with absurd accounts of the imaginary adventures of this noted young woman. Perhaps, indeed, the pamphlet before us is intended as a burlesque on the story of Elizabeth Canning in general, and particularly of the pompous particulars so frequently inserted in our news papers, concerning her advantageous situation in America :—but whatever were the Author's design, he deserves peculiar reprehenfion for his daring freedom with the name of God, and His providence, which this scribbler employs upon all occasions, as freely as Homer and Virgil employed their love, their Fates, and the rest of those poetical Deities, which those who made them might be allowed to use as they pleased. But this liberty, we apprehend, is not to be taken with real religion : such license is shocking to every one who truly reverences his Maker, and considers the infinite dittance there is betwixt him and us.

Art. 33. Chiron, or the Mental Optician. 12mo. 2 vols. 55.

Robinson. This Mental Optician is an old gentleman, with a new-invented perspective, by the help of which he discerns the hearts, the real characters, and secret history, of every person he views through this extraordinary glass :--and sad devils he makes of us, fure enough!

His plan, however, is rather hackneyed; and so are his strictures upon men and manners: In a word, the performance is altogether a fi companion for the noted Mr. Edward Ward's London Spy; but by no means to be compared with the celebrated Diuble Boitteaux : of which this seems to be an imitation.


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Art. 34. Eidyllia: or Miscellaneous Poems. By the Author of

Animadversions upon the Rev. Dr. Browne's three Efsays on the Characteristics, and of a Criticism on the late Reverend Mr. Holland's Sermons. 4to. Is. 6d. Edinburgh : Hamilton and Co.-London: Noon, Payne, &c.

The Author endeavours, in his prefatory Hint to the British Poets, to prove that Rhimes, or, as he chules ro call them, Periodical Reiterations of the fame Sound, are not only void of ornament, but a real defect in modern Poetry; and that Blank Verse may be suited to every species of compofition, from the highest sublime down to very chit-chat. But neither his arguments, nor his Eidyllia, which are written in support of them, have convinced us of the truth of either proposition. We must indeed confess, where the subject of a Poem is extensive, and lofty in its nature, or where the greater passions, as Terror, and lity, are to be excited, that Rhime may, with great propriety, be dispensed with : for, as Dryden observes," it certain

ly is a constraint to the beli Poets; and those who write well in it, “ would write better in Blank Verse;" yet, in Copies of Verses (as they are called) Sonnets, Paftorals, Eclogues, Elegies, Satires, and even Odes, corresponding sounds seem essential in our language. But as no idea of colours can be conveyed to the blind, so there is no convincing an ill-tuned ear of the beauty of Rhime ; which is not the object of Reason, but of Sensation : and can be estimated only by its impression on the Sensorium, ---not by any speculative or general rule:. However, be this question determined as it may, the following specimen will shew, that what no contemptible Writer prophefied of Milton, viz. “ That he should be for ever honoured as our Deliverer “ from Rhime,” will never be applied to our Author. Upor losing Milcon's Paradise Lost, at Luss, fituated upon Loch

Lomond at the foot of Ben-Lowman, and a group of other vat mountains : an ODE.

Fool that I was ! My Milton lol !

Old Homer's youngest son!
Luss! be for ever funk beneath

Ben's horrors pil'd around.
Sun's 'livening ray ne'er pierce thy gloom.

Thy hideous deep be drain’d..
Fishes to devilish snakes be turn'd:

Boatman to Cerberus.
Mouch of the hellish gulf be thou :

Its mortal damp thy air.
All o'er thy plains Volcanos thick

Their burning fands disgorge.
Birds never warble chearful note ;

Nor roam the humming bee.
Herds never graze, nor sheep, nor gcat ;
Nor human voice be heard.


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Crags other echo ne'er repeat

Than dismal Furies yell.
Mercury laugh’d, and jeering cried,

Į Milton from thee filch’d.
So did Apollo bid ; and see !

For thce a Jaurel holds.
Rifum tentatis Amici!


Art. 35. Holkham. A Poem. To the Right Honourable the Earl

of Leicester. By Mr. Potter. Folio. is. Manby. Tho' descriptive poetry is doubtless inferior, both in dignity and utility, to ethic compositions, yet it ought to be remembered, that as in a after-art, Landscape claims the next rank to History-painting, so a Poet, as Virgil, for instance, in the Georgics, never fiands more in need of the Muse's inspiration, than when he draws either natural or artificial objects. But, to describe with propriety, minuteness is not fo necessary as an enumeration of the more itriking, picturesque, and peculiar circumstances: the former is the province of the Naturaliit and Philosopher ; the latter is the characteriflic of a Poet. Nor is a selection of appearances the only thing required in descriptive poems ; they should be diversified with moral reflections, naturally brought in ; and above all, with short, enlivening Arokes, which may rouse and exercise the affections.

If we examine the Poem before us by these rules, the propriety of which cannot be called in question, we shall find, that altho' Mr. Potter has omittid none of the peculiar beautics of Holkham, yet he ng where applies to our reason or our pasions ; and that, in this light at leaft, bis poem is greatly inferior to Cooper's Hill and Grongar. The verdification is, however, in general tolerably harmonious ; and if the images are not thick set, they nevertheless may please the eye of imagination. As an ioltance of this, take the following passage,

Not such the scene, when o'er th'uncultur'd wild
No harvest role, no cheariul verdure (mild ;
On the bare hill no tree was scen to spread
The graceful foliage of its waving head;
No breathing hedgerow form'd the broider'd bound,
Nor Hawthorn bloliom'd on th’unsightly ground ;
Joy was not here ; no bird of finer note
Pour'd the thick warblings of his dulcet throat;
E'en Hope was fled ; and o'er the chearless plain,
A waste of sand, Want held her unbleis'd reign.

Lo, Leicester comes ! before his mait'ring hand
Flies the rude Genius of the savage land;
The ruffec lawns a sudden verdure wear ;
Starts from the wondering fields the golden ear ;
Up rise the waving woods, and haste to crown
The hill's bare brow, and shade the sultry down ;
7 le citer'd Traveller fees, with glad furprise,
O'er trackless wilds th' extended rows arise ;


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