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British Race! Well, this is very pitiful, to be fure; but we
What Eye can read without a starting Tear,
What Heart refle&t without a pensive Sigh?
Relates of wretched Man's Mortality.
Here terminate Ambition's airy schemes,
The Syren Pleasure here allures no more;
And Life's fantastic trifles all are o'er.
Here the true Mourner's poignant Sorrows cease;
And the world-weary Trav'ller rests in peace.
Take warning from this, all ye that design to publish your
The Nunnery. An Elegy, in Imitation of the Elegy in a Church
Yard. 4to. 6 d. Dodfey.
HAT, another Elegiac Bard !--Well, this per
formance, however, must be allowed to be a good Parody, whatever may be thought of it as a Poem. Every stanza, nay almost every line, echoes its correspondent line in Mr. Gray's Elegy. Where the Parody, as in the'following stanza, is so very close, it is not unentertaining.
Within those antient Walls, by moss o'erspread,
Where the relenting Sinner learns to weep,
The gentle Daughters of Devotion feep. The description of the monastic Life of the Nuns is poetica! and harmonious.
Far from the Bustle of the splendid Throng,
They tread Obscurity's sequester'd Vale,
when sleeps the breezy gale.
With blooming wreaths by hands of Seraphs crown'd;
And harps celestial to their ear resound;
Not even the World to their Remembrance dies ;
To stop the Bolt descending from the Skies.
The thought of Kindred razes from the mind ?
For some endear'd Companion left behind?
And with a figh forsook their native air :
Gulh'd from their eye the tender filial tear.
Th' endearing scenes of Life they all forego,
Even Hymen's Torch for them must never blaze,
Nor view their Image in their Children's Face.
The coral lip, the clear vermillion bloom,
The Paths of Pleasure lead but to the Tomb.
that the Piece is unequal, some of the Verses being feeble, and others quaint and inelegant. "The concluding Letter, in particular, is so much inferior to the rest of the Performance, that one would not imagine it to have been written by the same Author
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Piems on several Occasions. By David Mallet, Esq; 8vo. 25,
EFORE we enter upon a Review of these Poems, wę,
must take the liberty to animadvert on those arts of Publication, which have often been practised, to the prejudice pf Literature, the abufe of the Public, and the disgrace of Individuals. As soon as a fet of Pamphlets have had their day, nothing is more usual than to re-publish them, together with a new piece or two, to give the 'Book some little air of originality, under the title of Poems, or Essays, on several occasions; and if the title induces you to purchase, you have the mortification to find that you have been paying your money over again, for what you had already bought.
Were such Collections only to be bought up by persons of opulent fortunes, who could afford to pay as dear for their literary entertainment as they do for their other pleasures, these money-making schemes might admit of some excuse. But the case is far otherwise ; for as all perfons of distinction are not persons of taste, so neither are all men of taste men of fortune. It is therefore our duty, as Reviewers, to expose every imposition of this kind, to prevent the complaints of the Public, and to defend the interests of Learning:
The Collection çf Poems before us consists only of eighty Pages, near hfty of which are taken up with pieces that have been already published, viz. Tyburn to the Marine Society, for an account of which see Review, Vol. XX. p. 474; Edwin and Emma, Vol. XXII. p. 514; Truth in Rbyme; Vol. XXV, p. 79;
We cannot but observe the following extraordinary in-
“ It has no Faults, or I no Faults can spy;
Imprimatur, meo periculo CHESTERFIELD.
question. Others perhaps may suspect that the humorous transcriber of this couplet intended to try how far such high praise of Mr. M--'s offspring would work upon the fond affections of a parent; and without doubt he was not a little entertained when he beheld his name, like that of old Pontificalibus, pompously posted under an IMPRIMATUR.
The first original piece that appears in this Volume is The Discovery: upon reading, some Verses, written by a young Lady at a boarding-fchool, September, 1760.
Apollo lately sent to kņow,
The Race must be extinct, he thought.
Auguftus knit his Royal brow,
And bade him let Apollo know it,
He lov'd nor Poetry nor Poet. His next adventure was in the Park, where he hears nothing but the language of gaming. The stage he finds possessed by mere Durfeys.
Slow to the City last he went,
Made our poor Nuncio stare and smile. It was now eleven o'clock, and the Messenger was just about to return, when he accidentally spies a young Lady writing, at a boarding-school in Queen's Square.' Our arch Mercury steals her Paper, and conveys it to Apollo, who gives it his Imprimatur, and so ends the ditty
This Poem is followed by an Epigram, written at Tunbridge Wells; which, as it terminates with a beautiful compliment to a much-injured Lady, we shall make more public by quoting it.
When CHURCHILL led his Legions on,
Not fo: by softer, furer arms,
Even now he triumphs in his Race. Zephyr, or the Stratagem, is a licentious Tale, told with ease and humour. The subject of it is a young Lady's being surprized on horse-back, by a violent storm of wind and rain from the SOUTH-WEST, which made her dismount somewhat precipitately. There is some wit and spirit in this Tale, but it is unfit for a modest ear,
But the Poem which does the Author the greatest honour of in this little Collection, and which still keeps up his claim to that reputation he has already acquired in the poetical world, is that on the Death of Lady Anson, addressed to her Father. As it is but short, we shall give it our Readers, as well for their entertainment, as to confirm their good opinion of Mr. Mallet's poetical abilities,
O crown'd with Honour, bleft with length of days,
For say, can Wisdom's Self, what late was thine,
When his lov'd Child the Roman * cou'd not fave,
• Tullia died about the age of two and thirty. She is celebrated for her filial Piety, and for having added to the usual graces of her fex, the more folid accomplishments of Knowlege and polite Letters.