1793.] Review of New Publications.-Foreign Literary Intelligence. 747 industry in the West Indies worth nearly as The writer admits that the operation 187. A plain Addrefs to the Common Senfe of MR. G. has fuggefted fome new arguments against thofe pretended to be produced by this infamous incendiary, whofe doctrines have brought forth the moft pernicious fruit, and rendered him the contempt even of the party and nation whofe interests he fo warmly efpoufed. FOREIGN LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. The curious in the TYPOGRAPHIC art will not be difpleafed at being informed of an hißorical effay on the ty pography of Parma, in Italian, from Zarotto, a Parmefan, who introduced it at Milan, 1470, and was one of the first who printed Greek letters and miffals to the clofe of the 15th century, by Fa. Frenco Affo, Parma, 1792. The Bodoni prefs may difpute the prize with any in Europe; and, befides a beautiful edition of Callimachus, in the original Greek, with an Italian verfion, and fe. veral of the Italian poets, that beautiful little romance, The Cafle of Oirante, has been honoured with a fplendid edition in quarto, 1791. A. M. Bandini has printed, in two parts, a Latin Hiftory of the Junta prefs at Florence, Lucca, 1791, 8vo.; and we have an Italian catalogue of the Aldine editions, in chronological and alphabetical order, Padua, 1790, 12mo. Monumens Egyptiens, in 200 plates, comprehending about 700 fubjects, with historical explanations, Rome, 1791, 2 volumes folio, dedicated to Cardinal de Zelada, great penitentiary and fecretary of itate, The editors profess to have brought together, in one view, many articles already engraved, and many now for the first time; and have confulted antient and modern authors, in order to give every illuftration in which a former production of a fimilar of edition of the four Gofpe's, in Greek, INDEX INDICATORIUS. A CON TANT READER, who is now Perufing Mr. Pennant's London, and is much G. J. W. enquires, ftill hold their meetin.s; TON-houfe; whofe letter fhall certainly The Portrait of GILPIN, the View of A Poetical Epifle to Dr. JOHN CRANE, of Wells, Somerset. To thee, my friend, his choiceft gifts Phoebus was happy to impart; To fee you, Doctor, Dean of Wells. Prescriptions for the gout and phthifick. Better than tracts on me 'cinę, write Comments on Peter and on Paul; Rather than rouze at midnight hour, Indulge in a Cathedral stall. Difcard your tie, and fport a bob; Th' exchange will be no mighty lofs: Copy the wig of Bishop M-fs. Alas, my friend,-not one in twenty. It is not genius, 'tis not merit, That mounts the ladder's topmost round; The happieft are not thofe who foar, But thofe who creep along the ground.Had I been dull,-for, dullness oft Can footh capricious Fortune's breast,— Like others, who have mitres gain'd, I too had been fupremely bleft. Of worth though fomewhat I can boast, And virtues not a few can number, Yet fuch is the mif-judging world, They're all, I'm told, but fo much lumber, On fecond thoughts, then, ftick to Phyfic, Nor follow my obfcure example: For of preferment (Heav'n be prais'd!) Mine is indeed the pooreft fample. July 22, 1793 CLERICUS. Verfes written on the Banks of the RIVER IRT, TH in Cumberland. HOUGH, genial Irt, no learned bard Has fought thy beauties for his theme: Thou shalt not pass without regard, Inglorious, like a vulgar ftream. Whate'er of fong thy praises afk, From Cumbria's hills, of Alpine height, A thousand filver fountains flow, Whofe little channels foon unite, To form a fpacious lake below. Thence iffue forth thy waters chafte O'er fpangled rocks and golden fands, Enamour'd of the fertile plain, Shine beauteous in thy mirror bright ;— Here Trout and Salmon ftill refort, In regions far or near the beft; Which well may claim the angler's fport, Thou too can't make peculiar boast, That genes within thy bofom lie; But mark what foft enchanting views Steal on the eye from every part: How much they charm the rustic Muse Above the gilded toys of art! Some facred Genius furely dwells Within this fpot to fancy dear: Affections forin'd by Nature's ties. The growth of reafon's mental ray. If happiness on earth be found, And Cumbrian fwains the bleffing prove, Should age, through Fortune's giddy maze Here would I spend my latest days, W.S. THE AFRICAN'S COMPLAINT ON-BOARD A SLAVE SHIP. TRE REMBLING, naked, wounded, fighing, Dat with poor black-man is flying Fearful water all around me ! Strange de fight on every hand, Hurry, noife, and thouts, confound me When I look for Negro land. Every thing I fee affright me, Nothing I can understand, None of dis in Negro land. Here de white man beat de black man, Will not go to white man land Dere we've room and air, and freedom, Play our children hand in hand; Dere I often go when fleeping, See my kindred round me ftand; Dere my black love arms were round me, De bad traders ftole and fold me, INFELIX atro Lauzurus carcere claufus Mofta humectarat fletibus ora diu Exiguos tandem radios patefecit arachne, Quà filum pendens inftruit arte fuum. Vidit-nutrit-amat: focio quoque gaudet arachne, Lauzenique horæ præteriere breves. Blanditias audit cultos, mortique repente Devovet artificem-chara comefque perit! Sævitia inferni vix pœnas reddere poffunt Tali, vix clemens parcere fcitque Deus. J.C. EPITAPH EPITAPH INTENDED TO BE PLACED AT a Native and Inhabitant of Hinckley. Asaman difappointed, his head then he shook, And swore a great oath that's too big for my book; Although I acknowledge, miftruft me not then, He fwore with the grace of professional men. he conquered the defects of a confined edu" And what is the time of the morning?" fays cation. The volume of Nature was to him unfolded: He was familiarly converfant with Philofophy, Botany, and Medicine: Poetry and Painting he admired; in Mechanics and Aftronomy he was an adept. What is much more to his honour, he was an honest man, and a pious Christian, He died Nov. 10, 1792, aged 72 years. Reader, avail thyfelf of this good example. The talents which Providence has given thee haften to exert, ftudy to improve; and a felf-approving confcience will be thy lafting reward. INSCRIPTION ON A HERMITAGE in the centre of a Copfe, interfected by irregular Walks, at MICLESFIELD GREEN, HERTS, the Refidence of Lord EDWARD BENTINCK. By the Author of CALVARY. H ERE fleep, Ambition! be this cell thy tomb; Vanish, and give the calmer paffions room. Avaunt, vain world! this folitary grove Nor fears thy malice, nor invites thy love. And, though like thine its dark and winding maze 'Tangles our path, and for a while betrays, Let patience guide, and, one fhort trial paft, Content thall greet us in this spot at last. THE PROFESSIONAL MAN. As S Johnny, and Mifs Dolly Bate, in fine weather, Were riding to Scarborough market together, They talk'd of the blifs, which in wedlock runs high. [fky." "When married! our life is ferene as the Many words there were spent, and much time there was waited, [neer tafted. Which tended to prove, that thofe joys they Our eyes are defective, but, ufe them we're willing; No fenfe can diftinguish fo well as our feeling. At distance, we faw a black man move at will; [ftands till. But, when we drew near, it's a buth which While the hid the pillion, and he hid the [waddle; faddle, To the tune of old Gilburt, they went widdle When quickly à Gentleman up with them got, As he cafly might, for he rode on full trot : Hetalk'd of the weather, he talk'd of the way, As a man often will, who has nothing to fay. Mifs Dolly look'd pretty, howe'er look'd the fwain; [again, He eyed her, and fmil'd, and then eyed her "Pray how many miles, Ma'am, to Scarborough town ?" [down. They told him, near feven they had to trot he; [may fee." "It's drawing towards nine. by the fun you "A man of my honor'd profeffion, I vow, "Should have lighted in Scarborough long before now." He fprang up his Nag, and in hafte rode away With wishing the lafs, and the youth, a good day. Our couple, most soberly, held on their trot Till they, with their pleasures, to Scarborough got; When, to their furprize,-for, furprize did not fail, They faw the professional man in the jail; When, enquiring the reafon, from Turnkeys and Lockets, The profeffion he'd follow'd :-'Twas picking of Pockets. Birmingham, Aug. 2, 1793. W.HUTTON. LINES, to a young Lady, on her presenting the Author with a Brawing of "Rousseau's Tomb in the Ifle of Poplars," at Ermenonville, near Faris, juft before her departure from -, July, 1793. HANKS to Eliza's art, that trac'd TH This fairy fpot in colors clear; Pure as her own enlighten'd taste, And foft as melting Pity's tear. Romantic ifle! thy poplars wave Yet fee-they tremble o'er the grave Where a cold Deift's bones are laid. What though they whifper to the breeze Plaints that might foothe the ear of Love; As Halcyon ftills the ruffled feas, Or warbling woodlark charms the grove ; They touch the gentle foul in vain, And calm, by fancy's aid, my grief. Her form from this forfaken fhore; When my poor widow'd heart shall share Eliza's fympathy no more; Haply the pencil'd scene may move, To memory dear, a thousand fighs! But, ah! that TOMB can only prove→ The type of all my bury'd jo;s! P. MARY': MARY'S TRIUMPH. S Venus, in regions above, Whofe lips ne'er broke a truth, nor hands a truft, Was bathing, one hot Summer's day, Were fometimes warmly kind, and always Her ceftus the fly God of Love Infultingly carried away. The dame made a terrible rout, And order'd her doves to be join'd, The prize which th' ingrate had purloin'd. And thus her misfortune bewail'd: "I'm ruin'd, my father, undone, "Of all I held dear I'm bereft,— "Young Cupid has stolen my zone, "And with it Olympus has left. "Both Paphos and Cyprus my pain "Have echo'd, have echo'd my groan; "But, naked and mock'd at, in vain "My lots do I, hapless, bemoan. "The urchin's divinity, pray, "To fome one more worthy translate; "This moment he bows, I dare say, "To her whom 'bove others I hate. "To Lettfom, who long has poffefs'd "The fmiles of the Graces, and mien *Of Juno, yet dares to contest "The palm with the Cyprian queen." Old Jupiter heard with a smile The plaints of the uncover'd fair, Grim forrow be bade her beguile, And drown in a goblet despair. "Here, Hermes," cried he, "come and shew "Your zeal for the goddefs of beauty, "From Mary, her rival, fetch Cu, "And fend the rogue home to his duty. Quick as thought from the royal abode, The maid with the ceftus was bound: The hood-wink'd boy back again hies; An EPITAPH on the late JOHN ELWES, Efq. of Stoke, Suffolk. H Ere to man's honour, or to man's difgrace, Lies a strong picture of the human race; InElwes's,form-whofefpirit, heart, andmind, Virtue and vice in firmett tints combin'd. Rough wasthe rock, but blended deep with ore, And bafe the mafs, that many a diamond bores Meanne's to grandeur, folly join'd to fenfe, And avarice coupled with benevolence. With powers to reach Ambition's highest birth, A virtuous habit from the dread of wafte; His nobler nature rous'd in her defence; Learn from this proof that, in life's tempting But, in bis nature, recollect thine own; |