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246. Juvenile Poems, by Henry Kett, M. A. Fellow of Trinity College, Oxford.

THE author introduces thefe productions of his youthful Mufe with fuch unaffected modefty that, though we do hot fee the genius or fpirit of our old friend Tom Warton transfufed into them, we cannot but feel ourselves interefted in the fuccefs of his canvas to be poetry profeffor in his univerfity. Moth of the verfes in this collection have appeared in our Magazine; and the translations of Jortin's poems have been reprinted in an edition of his mifcellaneous works, without the knowledge of the tranflator.

Of Mr. Kett's Bampton lectures fee bur vol. LXI. p. 939.

247. A Tour through the South of England, Wales, and Part of Ireland, made during the Summer of 1791.

WITH twelve plates. In this gentlemanly tour and thefe hafty sketches, which the reader will find fo loofely thrown together," where thought is facrificed to levity, and information to affectation of wit, sometimes farcastic, we really cannot find a fingle paragraph that deferves any thing more than commiferation of the inanity of thefe 400 pages of fine paper. The writer intimates an intention of haftening" among the wider regions of continental domain, in fearch of materials for a more important fuperftructure." If his " anonymous pen" does not "affume a more refpectable appearance," he and his labours had better continue for ever concealed.

248. The Conduct of the King of Pruffia and General Dumourier investigated. By Lady

Wallace.

WE bestowed our commendations on a former effay of this fprightly lady. But we cannot accord with her in the motives the alligns to the conduct of the little great General, her hero, whofe political čreed the, from her intimate acquaintance with him, may be fuppofed to know well. She made the most of his fhort ftay in England to pick his brains, as the vulgar phrafe is; but whether the publick are juftified in giving his affertions the degree of credit which her ladyfhip thinks due to them, we doubt. She put her thoughts and materials together in the short time of eight days; and the enter tains us with her late travels to the Continent, during which he was introduced to the General, the miles Fernick, young Egal té, Baptifte, and the other great perfonages of his faite.

GENT. MAG. October; 1798

937 249. Bibliotheca Claffica; or, A Classical Dictionary. By J. Lempriere. The Second Edition, greatly enlarged.

WE commended the first edition in 1787 (fee vol. LIX. p. 156). In the prefent the author has availed himfelt of the hints of friends and animadverfions of criticks, and almost every article has been corrected and enlarged; new name have been introduced, and the dates of events have been more exactly afcertained.

250. A Charge to the Grand Jury of the Court Leet for the Mano of Manchefter; containing an Account of the internal Government of that Town, and of the Nature, Jurifdi&tion, and Duties of Court Leets in general; delivered at the Michaelmas Court, October 15, 1788, By William Roberts, E. of the Middle Temple, Barrister at Law.

THIS charge, published at the uranimous defire of the gentlemen of the jury, fences which fall under the cognizance concifely enumerates the principal ofof the court and refpectable officers which conflitute the police of Manchefter.

251. Mr. Fox's Letter to his worthy and independent Electors of Westminster confidered; in a Letter to a Friend.

MR. Dalrymple replies to Mr. Fox's arguments against the neceffity and expediency of the prefent war by fhewing of the French provoked a war which our that the infulting and menacing conduct power to prevent. He thinks, however, Adminiftration did every thing in their

this country would be to blame indeed if, from the visionary profpect of conquering France, it was madly to en

not to fheathe the fword till a coun ter-revolution was effected, and to reject or not cultivate any profpect of an hothe French councils tend to that point. nourable peace, fhould the difpofition of He takes a view of the rife and progrefs of the French Revolution, and the capis tal errors in the Constituent Allembly.

251. An Inquiry into the Causes of the prefent Derangement of Public Credit in Great Bri tain; occafioned by Mr. Pitt's Speech in the House of Commons on the 27th of March last. To aubich is added, Some Hints to the Legif lature for the Formation of a Plan for the immediate Employment of the numerous deflitutė

Poor.

rife and progrefs of national and com-, THE writer gives a thort view of the mercial credit; and imputes its fudden derangement to the prevalence of ponti• cal fufpicion and alarm, raised by the aflotiations, and the commencement of

the

the war with France. He recommends a spirit of mutual forbearance by those who have no immediate occafion to remove their property, and a rigid determination, at prefent, to iffue neither notes of hand, nor bills of exchange, in any cafe in which the provifion for the payment depends on a contingency; and that the poor be employed in navigable canals, and other public works.

253. The Motives and Confequences of the pre

fent War impartially confidered.

IN this well-written pamphlet the arguments of Administration are compreffed into a narrow compafs, to prove the prefent war to be founded, on the part of Great Britain, on good policy, juftice, and felf-defence.

254. Ode to the People of England. THIS animated little poem contains an earnest exhortation to the people of this country to profecute the war with vigour and refolution. It is evidently written under a ftrong perfuafion of the juftice of our caufe; and many will perhaps be not lefs pleafed with the tendeney of its fentiments than with the fpirited elegance of its numbers.

The opening reminds us of that telebrated paffage in Demofthenes, which is fo highly praised by Longinus,

Μα της εν Μαραθώνι, &c. "Tell me, can Britain's warrior fouls Forget their martial deeds of old, That fame that compafs'd both the poles, In Glory's volume all their fires enroll'd? No: by the venerable dead

That near the fhades of Creffy bled; By all the laurels Edward won, And his fable-mailed fon," &c. The defcription of the Spanish fleet in ames before Gibraltar is touched with the fiery pencil of a Wright:

With ceafelefs rage on every fide Impetuous the red cataract came; Air blazes through her champaigns wide, . And all the fcene is canopied with flame," If we have any thing to regret in this poem, it is the want of a little moderation.

253. Dialogues, on the Rights of Britons, between a Farmer, a Sailor, and a Manufacturer. Dialogues II. and III. (Continued from p. 637).

THE fecond of thefe interefting dialogues is principally defigned to counteract thofe abfurd and dangerous notions of liberty and equality which the English Republicans and Levelers fought to make as current here as they were in France.

Our readers will judge of this conversation from the following extracts:

"Man. But I have been told that Nature made Mankind equal; and, if so, why cannot fuch Equality be preferved?

"Far. If you confult Nature, you will foon be convinced that the never intended Mankind to be equal. If that had been her intention, the would have formed them equat in bodily ftrength and mental faculties-fimilar m difpofitions, and in all thofe properties which are now fo variously bestowed among men. Nay, to preferve that Equality, they must have been deftitute of thofe paffions which are the fources of rival hip, ambition, and contention; they must also have been free from thofe viciffitudes and changes which they are now fubject to; and they must, in short, have been very different be ings from what they are, and placed in very different fituations. How can Nature be faid to have made men equal, when at their first coming into the world there is fucli a wide difference as that between a child and its pa

rents. Infancy, manhood, and old age, hunger, and fleep, rain, lightning, and tempeft, and a thousand other natural caufes, are at perpetual war with fuch Equality. Even if it were poffible for men to fubsist in a state of Nature, as it is called, that is, without So ciety, Government, and Laws, the Inequality proceeding from the above caufes would foon become intolerable. A ftate of fociety is therefore their only refource, and may with propriety be called the natural state of Man, fince he cannot fubfilt out of it. But the very formation of Society is incompatible with Equality, because its effential object is to vest in one part called Government a fufficient fubjection to laws, and the poffeffion of that power to keep the whole in order, and in power muft elevate fome greatly above the reft. Subordination is therefore unavoida ble; and there must be a great variety of ranks, of offices, and of duties, every one of which is destructive of Equality.

"Sai. I fuppofe fuch a difference is as neceffary afhore as it is at fea, where we have different duties, which would never be performed if we were all equal in rank and power. If all were captains, who the devil would bail the water out of the long-boat?”.

After a few more pertinent obfervations from the Farmer, the Manufactu

rer goes on:

"Man. But the modern system is not to

eftablifh Equality by itself, but along with Liberty, fo that they may help each other.

"Far. I know that is the pretended fashion fuch a fashion has not been adopted in this in France; but, as we are not out of our fenfes, country-Liberty and Equality is the burthen of their fong who with to turn the world up fide down, but fo far from aiding each other, as you fuppofe, no two things are fo oppofite and inconfiftent. They are like fire and was

ter,

ter, and must destroy each other. It is impoffible they should fubfift together. Every thing in Nature tends to Inequality; and while Nature is at all free, while Liberty exists in any degree, Inequality muft arise. The most abfolute force must be exerted, the most violent defpotifm must be exercised to preferve Equality: and then it will be more in name and appearance than in fact, for nothing can entirely fubdue Nature-the will be breaking out in spite of all refiftance. Turkey is the country of Europe which approaches nearest to a ftate of Equality, because there the most abfolute Defpotifm preVails. The Defpot is the only exception, and (as ever must be the cafe where Equality is to be found) the people are equally Daves. If the weight were taken off which preffes them to the fame level, we should inftantly find them rifing in all thofe various gradations which are dictated by Nature."

After obferving, and very juftly, that "the French tree of Liberty cannot thrive unlefs the foil be drenched with blood," the Farmer breathes forth an ejaculation, in which he juftly fays, it becomes every Englishman to join "from French liberty the good Lord de liver us !"

The third dialogue refutes, with great depth and force of reasoning, the prejudices which fuch writers as Mr. Paine endeavour to make current in favour of démocratical, and against monarchical government. Speaking of the party called Oppofition in this country, a party which is certainly infeparable from a free ftate, the Farmer fays,

"Minifters of every defcription know that they are refponfible to the great tribunal of the Publick. Nor is this all: meatures do not wait for their effects to undergo a ftrict and fevere fcrutiny they are continually fubject, not only to the unprejudiced difcuffion of the People at large, but alfo to the prying eye and keen investigation of an able Party, infeparable from a free country. This Party, which we know by the name of Oppofition, is perpetually aiming to difplace Minifters, hoping for an opportunity of ferving the country in their fituations; it is, therefore, for its own fake ever on the watch to detect and expofe their errors; and of course it tends, by infpiring them with caution, to render itf: If useful to the nation. And, notwithstanding the feeming afperity with which this Party is used to attack the conduct of Adminiftration, the Oppofition has lately fhewn, that, when the safety of the country is at ft. ke, it will lend its affiftance to Government in refifting the conimon danger: Ifpeak with an exception of only a few individuals, eminent indeed for their abilities, who obftinately perfitt in oppofing mefures which the united voice of the whole

Nation declares to be indifpenfable to the public fecurity.

“Sui. I trust fuch perfons are very few indeed. Rot 'em, they are worse than rats a-fhipboard, which, whatever mischlef they do, will not fink the vessel by gnawing holes through the bottom."

elective monarchy are alfo displayed, in a The advantages of hereditary over moft convincing manner, by our rational and well-difpofed friend the Farmer.But our limits do not allow us to add Jack; from which it appears, that the more than the farewell fpeech of honest converfations had produced a happy effect on the mind of the Manufacturer.

"Sai. I have liftened to you with pleafure, and fhould like mightily to meet you again; but though that cannot be, I am glad

to find honeft Tom here on the right tack, he feemed to be carried over rocks, and flats, and likely to get into a good courfe. At first good steerage, and I'll lay my life he foon and quickfands, but you have towed him into comes to anchor in a fafe riding.

"Far. But what are you going to do with yourself, that you can't give us another meeting?

"Sai. I hear that my King and Country want my fervices; and, when that is the cafe, they hali never find me backward in obeying their call. I fhall, therefore, fet off early to-morrow morning for Spithead, to enter as a volunteer aboard the fleet."

INDEX INDICATORIUS.

We are requested to ask Mr. MANNING, or any other gentleman converfant in the antiquities of Surrey, whence originated the cuftom, within the deanry of Stoke, near Guildford, of having the fong, which is ufually called for, fung at the annual vifitation dinner of the clergy assembled within that deanry.

Mr. W. JONES, optician, N° 135, Holborn, requests the favour of an interview with J. O.

We should be happy to oblige Mr. CLOUGH of Manchester, believing that he has been unfairly dealt with; but the cafe is rather with the Courts of Law than of Criticifm.

With A. Z's ingenuous apology we are perfectly fatisfied; and forgive his pleasantry.

The Publisher of the NOVEL in question will beft answer the question of CLARA.

A CORRESPONDENT (whofe letter coft 13d.) afks, "Who was Dr. William Fame, Procurator for the Clergy of Wells in 1662? was he of the Weftmoreland family? and was he not afterwards Dean of that Cathedral?"

COOMBER may be very clever; but he is infinitely too fublime for our comprehenfion.

It is our earneft with, as well as duty, to oblige as many of our correfpondents as poffible; but we really cannot make room even for acknowledgements of Letters recessed

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Or hears fome mother's ceafelefs moan,
The last farewel, the dying groan.
Sad luxury as lamps in vaults still gleam,
So Pity lives with woe, and Death her fav'rite
theme!

Does Truth lament a tyrant's reign,

HENCE, motley Mirthand wanton Song, Or long beeeath the galling chain?

That frifk in airy mood along,

Too rapt in blifs to hear a figh!.
And hence with these,
Self foothing Eafe,

[by.

That feeft a tear unmov'd, and paffeft filent
But, hither come, thou meek-ey'd maid,
In Sorrow's fober vest array'd,
Oh, Pity, fprung of heavenly race!
Sweet nymph! I love thy pallid face,
Thy mufing gait and tender figh,
And the foft language of thine eye,
Where, as the chrystal bright and clear,
Is feen to steal the frequent tear.

Oh, come, and by this root houfe moffy feat*,
Still on thy vot'ry fmile, and bless his calm

retreat.

I love the Bard†, whofe martial song
Thrills the deep-founding chords along.
How well accord the lofty ftrings
With bleeding chiefs and dying kings!
But Pity liftens from afar

To the wild fhouts of restless war.
And there the fits with trembling eyes,
And there the breathes her fecret fighs;
And, while the Mufe pours forth th' immor-
tal ftrain,

[llain.
Fity ftill fighs, and weeps o'er chiefs untimely
And hail, ye darkfome dreary cells §,
Where pale imprifon'd Madness dwells!
Now, wild, the laughs in ruthful pain';. r
Then grafps in fcorn the galling chain;
Now, hear her the loud thunder dare;
Then, woeful wan, the looks defpair.
Sad fuff 'rer! friendless and alone,
I hear her heave the hopeless groan.
Yet not unoft, low-bending at the gates,
Pity, a pilgrim pale, in fpeechless forrow

waits.

Nor lefs where Edward's royal name
Recorded fhines in deathless fame ||:
There Pity walks, and weeps around,
'Tis Pity's confecrated ground.
New by the poor man's bed the fighs
O'er with'ring limbs and fading eyes;

*Some thoughts in this ode occurred to the author while ftanding by the late Mr. Howard's root-boufe, in his garden at his feat in Cardington, Bedfordshire.

† Homer.

Alludes to fome strokes of exquifite painting at the clofe of the fixth book of the Iliad.

Αλλά δε ξυν παιδι και αμφιπόλω ευπεπλώ
Πυργω εφείσηκει γοοφσατε μυρομένε, &C.

Mad-honfes.

ver. 372.

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Royal hofpitals in London, founded by Edward VI.

Among the drooping and the dead,
Meek Pity walks with filent tread!
Hears galleys groan with Christian slaves;
Views dungeons turn'd to martyrs' graves !
While cities pour a crimfon flood,

nor power*,

And streams run ting'd with human blood;
Crimes, which nor genius, learning, prayer,
[avenging bour.
Shall fave from Freedom's curfe, and Heav'n's
Rife, hallow'd forms of Martyrs, rife +,
And breathe, O France! thy plaintive fighs.
Nor will I cease the mournful ftrain,
But weep your wrongs, and share your pain.
Long as I view this lamp of day,
Long as I view the moon's pale ray,
As Night's lorn bird her ravag'd brood
Moans in foft fadness through the wood,
So fhall my verfe complain, when Truth's
opprefs'd,
[penfive breaft
And Freedom's fons fhall hear, and ftrike the
Bleft be his lot, and fair his fame,
Who glows with Pity's fofteft Alame;
Whofe gentle hand would blunt the dart,
That aims to pierce the culprit's heart!
Not his the fcornful Stoic's praife,
Whose conscious pride himself furveys.
Hard egotist! whofe wintry foul
Ne'er feels the tide of mercy roll.
Friend to the wretch unpity'd and unknown,
Oh, take that wretch's pray'r! 'tis, Howard
all thine own.

And go, great man! let Europe know
Thy teacher was the man of woe;
And to the frozen bigot prove,

Faife is the heart that cannot love,
Nor fhall it be thy meanest praise,
That Jofeph crowns thy head with bays;
That, taught by thee, the Arabs dare
To heal the peftilential air.

Go, and, like good Marfeilles, draw purer
breath
When Nature heaves around, and ev'ry gafp
[is death.
But come, thou gentle, gen'rous maid,
Şink on my breast thy drooping head:
And let me from thy dove-like eye
Drink, all the foul of fympathy.
Then fhall the Mufe with Howard roll,
And bear a figh from pole to pole,
Whenever Virtue lies diftrefs'd,
Or blooming Beauty finks opprefs'd;

* Alludes to the cruelties practifed on the
Huguenots in France, under Louis the XIV.
the fulfome panegyrics offered him by the
χι.
clergy, and the Te Deum ordered by Innocent

+ See the Groans of the French Proteftants, and Hiftory of the Reformation in France, by Monfieur Claude.

Late Emperor of Germany.

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The very echoes fleep in drear renose : Does no low groan along the prifon gloom

Awake the midnight mourner to her woes? 'Tis the dread pause of Nature, funk by grief, Steals her fad toul from memory's living pain:

Stay, ye fhort flumbers, mis'ry's fole relief!Unfeeling guards, your foot-steps rude reftrain !

Swift fled that file, which o'er her features pafs'd

wafte,

Should blank forgetfulness her fenfe beguile, Should wayward madnefs lay her feelings Efmile. That faded face might know a conscious But no oblivion from thy thinking foul”

Shall tear the record of departed days;
Shall teach thine eye at pleafure's call to roll,
Or flush thy cheek with health's rekindling
rays.

Reft, reft, thou with'red beauty, wretched
Queen,

Thou tortur'd mother, thou,—a wife no more!
Soft vifions, float around on wing ferene,

And on her lids your balmy bleffings pour! Paint the bright courts, that saw her morning fhine,

Gay as the day-ftar gilds her fummer sky,
When adoration knelt at Beauty's thrine,
And rapt'rous patlion heav'd the flatt'ring
figh:

Paint the white hours that, wing'd with
tranfport, New,
[bore;

When laughing Love her bridal banners
Thy kies, O Gallia, (mil'd a fofter blue,
With bursts of triumph rang thy feftive
fhore.

And Chivalry was there, romantic maid!

And the fine glow of gallantry and grace, And grandeur blaz'd, in regal pomp aray'd; And gay Versailles was Pleasure's fav'rite place,

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Is mark'd by memory with a fecret figh;
Nor, that mohallow'd rapine frips thy wall,
While fill'n magnificence fus tembling by;)
Mourn for thy Queen!-not Sleep's oblivious
balm
[tefs wee:
Stills the fick pulfe, that throbs with cure-
Grief haggard phantoms haunt the midnight'
calm;

The bitter streams of agony will flow.
Will not the fportive train of wifions light

Start at the murd'rous crowd's rebellious
roar!

Will not pale fancy faint, in wild affright,

To fee an beadless busband, fpouting gore? Thy foul thall linger on his laft embrace, Still on thine ear his dying groans fhall fwell;

Still fhall his fpirit, hov'ring o'er the place,

In hollow founds repeat the fond farewel And afk'd I thofe, the dreams of revelry,

If now they quench the burning fount of tears?

Ah! rather, fees the foul with tranquil eyë

Thefe glittring pageants of her idler years? Enough, if thefe fond charms, for ever fled,

Thefe gay delights were innocently gay;

If, at this hour, no ghoft of Pleasure dead
Calls ftartled confcience to a dread furvey.
O! to thy widow'd couch, and tearful fight,
May happier flumbers, brighter forms, arife,
Thy fainted Lord, th' angelic train of light,

Ah! proud Versailles, no more the courtly.
fong,
[thy rooms;

The Martyr's crown of blifs, and heav'nly barmonics.

Then beadlefs be the corfe:-the Soul entire

Heeds not the rites we vain furvivors pay, Nor afks the guardian grave, or funeral fire, But mounts, and dwells in everlasting day.

* In compliance with Mr. WESTON's par-
ticular requeft, we infert this Copy of bis
Prologue corrected by himself.

OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE,
For the Opening of the New Theatre, Lichfield,
Written by Mr. WESTON.

Curtain dranus up, and discovers a Drop Scene, on
which the Statue of Shakspeare appears,
crowned with Laurel, by the Tragic and
Comic Mufes: Medallions of Mifs Seward,
Dr. Johnfon, and Mr. Garrick, are feen on
the Pedestal.

IN thofe bleft climes-of which we fometimes hear

IN th

Where a white wand a palace can uprear,
Profufe of Painting, Tapettry, and Gilding
Genii and Talfmans UPHOLD the Building.
This humble Dame, where Shakspears keeps
his Court,

That breath'd foft flatt'ry, carols round Boafts,tho' unlike inGrandeur,likeSUPPORT:

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