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High o'er the pines that with their darkening shade ,

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

A warlike mien, a sullen grandeur wears.
So midst the snow; of age, a boastful air
· Still on the war.worn veteran's brow attends ;
Suill his big bones his youthful prime declare,

Though, trembling o'er the feeble crutch, he bends.
Wild round the gates the dusky wall. flowers creep,

Where off the knights the beauteous dames have led;
· 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 Author bad experienced with his brother the happy amusements of young Simplicity, naturally renew his grief and complaints for his lofs, which, indeed, appear by no means unreasonable, when we are told of this brother, that

Him with her purest Aames the Muse endow'd,

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

In all her charms; he faw, he felt, and died.
Nervous, and elegant both in the sentiment and expreffion!~There is;
Likewise, considerable merit in the following stanzas:

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

The crackless shores that never were repast !
Dread feparation !' on the depth untried

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

And shåll these fars glow with immortal fire, .
Still shine the lifeless glories of the skies,

And could thy bright, thy LIVING foul expire ? :
Far be the thought the pleasures molt sublime, ".

The glow of friendship, and the virtuous tear, i
The towering will that icorns the bounds of time,

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

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

With godlike strength, beneath her native lsies.
The lonely shepherd 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 tort,

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

Where Fate and Death divide the friends no more.
This Poem was printed at the Clarendon press in Oxford, and is,
Cherefore, probably the production of some gendeman of that university.

Art. 21.

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Art. 21. The Scourge, a Satire. Part I. 4to. Is. 63. Almor.

The Author sets out with lamenting the death of Churchill, who, he tells us, left him his SCOURGE, às à legacy and he feems 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 absolurely to determine. Yet this we may venture to pronounce, that the living dog may at least prove as terrible as the dead lion. The present objects of the Author's poetic fury, are the girat men whose names are numbered among the outs; while, on the other hand, his panegyrics are lavished on the inns : but, as a specimen, we fhall give some lines from the Satirist's account of himself:.

I am a Man i ... ,
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, simple in my fense,
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 Hill a Quack,
Jobnfon a Pensioner, the Home a Scot,
George a young King, and Bull - I well know what.

I'm much too dull for metaphor, or trope,
But think of m e 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 purfe 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 Smolleti's, -or Shebbeare's,
I only ftroke my face, and scratch my ears.

I cannot think, be who will out'or in,
To drink the Glorious Memory is a fin ;
Or, having no great faith in Right divine,
To add, Confufion to the Stuart Line,'
Accurfed Race! whom Heav’o, in direft rage,
Calld 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 shore,

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

Born" a whig ! indeed !-some philosophers might, peshaps, dispute this fact with our Author ; but, certainly, every gentleman knows best how he came by his owo principles.

fay fay as much with regard to that vivacity of sentiment and strength of expreslion, which served to compentate for all the defects of Churchill's numbers.

THE A TRIC AL. Art. 22. The Summer's Tale. A Comedy of Three Aets. As it is

performed at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden. 8vo. is. 6d. Dodsley. By Purnber laug

To enter on a formal examen of the fing-song stage-trifles which have lately come into vogue among us, would be finking beneath the dignity of criticism.— This performance may take rank with the rest of the kind. There are some things in the dialogue part, which may be endured; others, that are absurd enough ; and a few that are intolerable for their indelicacy : such as a footman's singing his master a song, to prompt him to ravish * his mistress; and another character coming in, sweating, pulling off his wig, and wiping his head, before the audience. As to the songs, the same may nearly be said of them : some are passable, and others very indifferent, indeed! With regard to the music, we have not heard it; but we observe the names of the greatest masters, in the list of composers. That the Author, bowever, may not accuse us of ill-nature, we shall select one or two of such as we take to be his best-written airs :

AIR III.

(Boyce.)
See how the genial god of day
Salutes 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 warmih 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 difpofe thee to be kind ?
To love, aias! is to despair,
And not to love, is to be blind.

* Not quite so roughly expressed, indeed ;—the following couples in · the passage alluded to :

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

If not, gently force her, 'cis all for her good.
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AIR, · AIR XXVII.

[Arne.) From clime to clime

Let others run ;
From rising to the setting fun;

To kill uneasy time :
With giddy trembling halte,

Let the vain creatures fly,
• To search for dear variety,
* And catch tort gleams of fluctuating taste.

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

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

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

A nobler dower has given ;
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 moJosyllable yes. If so, we ask the Author's pardon for putting so rough a construction on the passage cited in the Note. But let the Reader judge between us.

NOV E L s. Art. 23. The Female Adventurers. 12mo. 2 Vols. 55. 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 fentiments, had they been expressed in good English, might have secured the work from that contempt into which it must inevitably sink, 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, Ele;

conta ning his Adventures by Sea and Land, with many remarkabk Characters and interesiting Situations in real Life; and a Variety of surprising 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 a happened, and brought into ' situations in real life' which are to the

highest degree unnatural and improbable, if not utterly im posible. For the reit,- these memoirs are not very ill-written. The characters, fuck as they are, are numerous, and a world of business is to be dispatched, before we arrive at the condusion : wherein, according to the custom, tbe heroes and heroines are brought before the parson ; who having said grace. the fupper comes in ; then every body goes to bed; and so good

Art. 25. Art. 25. The Novellift, or Tea-table Miscellany; containing ine

select Novels of Dr. Crowall: With other polite Tales, and Piece's of modern Entertainment. 12mo. 2 Vols. 6s. Lownds.

To a selection from the well-known set of Novels published by the late ingenious Dr. Croxall, the present Editor hath added some tales, &c. borrowed from the authors of the Rambler and the Adventurer ; and also from a variety of other modern writers : the whole forming a very entertaining Miscellany, for young readers. .

MISCELLANEOUS. Art. 26. A Treatise of Agriculture. The fecond Edition, with large

Additions and Amendments. By Adam Dickson, A. M. Minister at Dunse. 8vo. 6s. Edinburgh, Kincaid. Sold by

Longman in London. · In our Twenty-eighth Vol. (p. 119 feq.) we gave some account of the first edition of this judicious treatise; which was then (1763) published without the Author's name. In this ad edition, Mr. Dickson hath inserted several additions and illustrations, both in the text and notes; and the last chapter of Book II, which creats of wheel-carriages, is entirely new. Art. 27. A Dialogue concerning the Subjection of Women to their

Husbands. Published for the Benefit of all his Majesty's Married Subje&ts, in Great Britain, Ireland, and the Dominions thereunto belonging and appertaining. In which is interspersed, fome Observations on Courtship, for the Use of the Batchelors. By a Friend to the Ladies.--Motto. 6. He sent Letters into all the King's “ Provinces, into every Province according to the Writing thereof, " and to every People after their Language, that every Man should “ bear Rule' in his own House.Esth. 8vo. 6d. Wilkie.

From the motto to this pamphlet, the Reader will naturally infer which way the Author would determine the question concerning the dominion universally claimed by husbands over their wives. Nevertheless, as all general rules are liable to exceptions, we are not to make this rule absolute, as the lawyers fay; for there are fuppofable cafes in which it would be the highest abfurdity, and of ruinous consequence to many families, were the sensibie and capable wife, to submit implicitly to the mis-rule, and weak or wicked conduct of a foolilh or worthless husband. In all such cases, however, a prudent woman will take Mr. Pope's hint, . And if the rules him, never flows the rules.. . We have, indeed, so good an opinion of the fair sex, that we entirely acquiesce in the sentiments of Mr. Freeman, one of the interlocutors in this dialogue ; where he observes, that it is not nature, but the unc. manly and irresolute conduct of the men themselves, in the government of their families, which is the principal cause of the improper behaviour of the generality of married women.' And he very sensibly adds, inat the absurd behaviour of men to women previous to marriage, con riK k 2

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