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princes of the Asmodean race, beginning with Aristobulus,
(who is said by Josephus to have been the first who wore the
diadem, with his brother Antigonus) and ending with Ma-
riamne, who was married to Herod : for when that cruel
tyrant had put her and her two sons, together with their uncle
Ariftobulus, to death, that race became extinct. The li-
teral accomplishment of this Prophecy, in connection with a
judicious abstract of the history which evidently corresponds
with the prediction, we recommend to the striéteft examina-
tion both of the friends and enemies of Christianity; who,
we apprehend, will also perceive with what cogent evidence.
the Doctor hath invalidated and refuted the different interpre-
tations which Tarnovius, Grotius, and Calmet, have given
of the place.-The difference between Dr. Sharpe's inter-
pretation and that by Grotius, is, that the former is a literal
translation of the original, giving the proper and most ob-
vious sense of the words, consistent with the context, and
confirmed by events.

The other is not a translation, but a paraphrase, in which almost every word is wrefted from its true sense and proper application, to figurative and improper purposes. The rules of language are not observed, the context is disregarded, and the history of events confounded. We therefore cannot but affent to the Doctor's conclufion, that this oracle is applicable to Jesus Christ, and to him ONLY.

[To be concluded in our next.]

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The Ghof. By C. Churchill. 4to. 2s. Flexney.


HE ingenious Author of the Rofciad hath here taken

the opportunity, afforded him by a late absurd imposture, to indulge his satyric vein, by rallying the credulity of the town, and particularly of some well-known characters, on that ridiculous occafion. He gives a humorous sketch of the history of Superstition and Credulity, which he deduces from the Chaldeans, tracing it through Egypt, Greece, and Rome, to this island.

ENGLAND, a happy land we know,
Where Follies naturally grow,
Where without culture they arise,
And tow'r above the common fize;
ENGLAND, a fortune telling hoft,
As num'rous as the stars could boat,
MATRONS, who toss the Cup, and see
The grounds of Fate in grounds of Tea,


their own,

Who vers'd in ev'ry modest lore,
Can a loft Maidenhead restore,
Or, if their Pupils rather chuse it,
Can shew the readiest way to lose it;
GYPSIES, who ev'ry ill can cure,
Except the ill of being poor,
Who charms 'gainst Love and Agues fell,
Who can in Henroost set a spell,
Prepard by arts, to them beit known,
To catch all fect except
Who as to Fortune can unlock it,
As easily as pick a pocket ;
SCOTCHMEN, who in their country's right
Poffers the gift of second-fight,
Who (when their barren heaths they quit
Sure argument of prudent wit,
Which reputation to maintain,
They never venture back again)
By lies prophetic heap up riches,

And boast the luxury of breeches. The Satyrist particularizes the famous Duncan Campbell, and ludicrously describes many others, wko,

Seated in Garret, for you know,
The nearer to the stars we go,
The greater we esteem his art,
Fools curious flock'd from ev'ry part.
The Rich, the Poor, the Maid, the Married,
And those who could not walk, were carried.

The BUTLER, hanging down his head,
By Chamber-Maid or Cook-Maid led,
Enquires, if from his friend the Moon,
He has advice of pilfer'd spoon.

Who, to approve her disposition,
As much superior, as her birth,
To those compos’d of common earth,
With double fpirit must engage
In ev'ry folly of the age)
The honourable arts would buy,
To pack the Cards, and cog a Die.

The PARSON too (for now and then,
Parsons are just like other men,
And here and there å grave DIVINE
Has Passions such as yours and mine)
Burning with holy luít to know
When Fate Preferment wil bestow,


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Fraid of Jetection, not of sin,
With circumspection fheaking in,
To Conj rer, as he does to 11lors,
Thro'lome bye Alley, or Back-door,
With the same caucion, Orthodox,

Confults the Stars, and gets a Pox.
The art of Fortune-telling, in time, however, growing out
of reputation,

When the prudent Laws thought fit
To curb this infolence of Wit;
When Senates wisely had provided,
Decreed, enacted, and decided,
That no such vile and upitart elves
Should have more knowlege than themselves ;-
Affrighted Sages were perforce,
Oblig'd to steer some other course.
By various ways these Sons of Chance
Their Fortunes labour'd to advance,
Well knowing, by unerring rules,

Knaves starve not in the Land of Fools.
The arts they took up in consequence of being obliged to
quit their old one, are humorously enumerated; the Poet af-
cribing to this revolution, our many self-made Physicians,
Critics, Magazine-Writers, Journalists, and the various im-
postures that have for many years come in to their allistance.
With respect to that importure which gave immediate occasion
to this Poem, he is not more ludicrous in relating its circum-
stances, than severe in describing some of the moft distinguished
personages that played the principal parts in the farce. A third
book, however, is promised, by which the general design of
the work may perhaps farther appear. In the mean time we
shall close this article with the following sensible lines :

Whilit, in contempt of all our pains,
The Tyrant SUPERSTITIón reigns
Imperious in the heart of man,
And warps his thoughts from Nature's plan;
Whilst fond CREDULITY, who ne'er
The weight of wholesome doubts could bear,
To Reason and herself unjust,
Takes all things blindly up on trust;
Whilft CÚRIOSITY, whose rage
No mercy thews to Sex or Age,
Must be indag'd at the expence
Of Judgment, Truth, and Common Sense;
Impoftures cannot büt prevail,
And when old Miracles grow ftale,
JUGGLERS will still the art púrfue,
And entertain the world with New.



The British Lion rous'd: Or, Aets of the British Worthies. A

Poem, in nine Books. By James Ogden. 8vo. 55. Printed at Manchester.

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T was the custom of a late celebrated Protestant Divine,

to include in his public prayer, a clause against the AntiChristian Church of Rome ; and one day it chanced that, by a lapfius linguæ, he prayed for our deliverance from the errors and delusions of Poetry. * He immediately perceived and corrected his mistake ; but had he been a Reviewer, and observed so many poor souls as we have seen possessed by the raging Dæmon of Rhyme, he might have let the petition ftand:

--- lefler evils having often been the subject of many a circumstantially pious address to Heaven.

It is a sad thing, courteous Reader ! to be bitten by a mad Poet; for though the Naver be not mortal, it produces melancholy effects. When this misfortune happens to honest pains-taking people, what a change is wrought in them! how do they disdain their lawful callings, set at nought the good opinion of their neighbours, and, vainly thinking to immortalize thcir names, become universally ridiculous !

Ecce signum! the unfortunate Author of the British Lion rous'd; bred, we are told, to the laudable occupation of Fuflianweaving : but, seized with this terrible malady, none but poetii fuftian weaves he now! And alas ! such stuff does he manufacture, that it is matter of astonishment to many how he could think of bringing such goods to market! 'Tis true he has had great encouragement for the first produce of his jingling-looi ;. having, we cannot conceive by what means, procured a very conliderable number of subscribers for it. But this, instead of curing, will only serve to increase his diforder ; so that his friends may write over his door, as in the time of the plague, MISERICORDIA! If, however, the symptoms of his malady still continue, and he should chance to get another set of subscribers as far gone as himself, the Lhave mercy on the poor man indeed ! -for, after all, as it is probable that this is far from being the best kind of fuftian that has passed through his hands, it may be apprehended, that, on the whole, he will not find it turn to the most valuable account.

This Rhyme-weaver seems to have taken it into his head to versify all the news-paper accounts relating to the present Meaning Popery.


war with France, in order to turn them into an Heroic Poem. His exordium sets forth, that he fings

Great-Bricain's Worthies, an illustrious train,

Who prop the throne in George the Second's reign. These illustrious props he celebrates, from the breaking out of the war to the pursuit of the remains of Conflans' vanquished feet into the river Vilaine ; and if this Homer of the North carries on the work till he lulls his lion to sleep again, he may have an opportunity of making them serve to prop the throne of George the Third.

But our Lion-rouzer is not so dreadfully hag-ridden by that witch of Endor who passes herself upon him for a Muse, but that he can be a little comical now and then ; perhaps rather more so than is consistent with Epic dignity. Thus, toward the conclusion of the Episodical story, which the Pilot relates to General Wolfe and Admiral Boscawen, when he comes to recite the rigors of the climate at Hudson's Bay,

Here paus’d the Pilot, in his tale perplext;
Well, said the Brigadier, what follows next?
Hold, I intreat you, cries the Admiral, hold,
Our liquor stands-you hear the Climate's cold.
However glad to see you entertain'd,
I'll get another bowl, let this be drain’d:
The Captain, just refresh'd and breath'd the while,

Then ends his tale- -all nod, assent, and smile. So will thy Readers nod, James Ogden !- so will thy subscribers smile as oft as they view their own names, ranged in such goodly order, in thy well-fill'd list;-and in return for the honour thou and thy performance have done them, may they, nemine contradicente, elect thee Poet-laureat of Lancashire !



For A PRIL, 1762.

POLITICAL. Art. 1. An Answer to the Observations on the Papers relative to the Rupture with Spain. 8vo. Is.

Hinxman. This Writer fairly acknowleges his production to be the “work of a few hafty hours, and of a person whose total unacquaintance with every measure and motive of Government, allows him no other lights than what muft neceffarily ftrike every one, whole political


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