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numerous absurdities. It is a pi&ure of cool reason, following and correcting the wild eccentric flights of a madman, who scatters his firebrands, seemingly telling the world that he is but in sport, or correcting inveterate, absurd, prejudices. The author has, however, suffered several censurable passages to escape un. noticed. An Address from the General Committee of Roman Catholics, to their :

Protestant Fellow Subjeffs, and to the Public in general, respecting the Calumnies and Misrepresentations now so industriously circulared with regard to their Principles and Conduct. 8vo. 15. 6d. Debrett. 1792.

A candid and judicious defence of the Catholics against some anjust afpersions thrown out against them. We trust it will be of service.

SL A V E-TRADE. An Address to the Right Rev. the Prelates of England and Wales, on i the Subject of the Slave Trade. Svo. 3d. Parsons. 1792.

The advocates for the abolition of the slave-trade assume every varied form, exhaust every mode of argument, expoftulation, and appeal, to carry their cause. Surely they must be sincere. This Address contains no new arguments. Thoughts on Civilization, and the gradual Abolition of Slavery in

Africa and the West Indies. 12mo. 2d. Johnson. 1792.

We know not whether the first edition of this little tract occurred in our usual routine. It is enough to say, that this au. thor retails some of the popular arguments against the abolition. His principal position, that the state of society is not suficiently mature for the abolition of Navery, is a gratuitous one, and by no means etablished.

Modern Britons, A Poem. 410. 25. 6d. Egertons. 1792.

The supposed degeneracy of mankind has been a favourite topic with the moralising philosopher and querulous satirist almost ever fince men began to think and write; and to many minds it affords a gloomy or an ill-natured satisfaction. The position has been

commonly taken for granted, but few are more disputable. At · present, however, we have neither leisure nor inclination to enter

into the question. It is necessary to observe, that our author is a laudator temporis acti ; and we should have no objection to his opinions, if he always made so poetical a use of them as in the following lines :

· Then liv'd they say, a nymph of aspect bold, Who sear’d nor scorching fun nor pinching cold;


Her buskin's leg the bath'd in morning dew,
And on her bolom bare the bleak winds blew;
Wild through the British land me took her way,
And caroli'd, as the went, a rustic lay.
They call'd her Freedom; and their frugal feaft
The hinds shar'd, joyous, with the lovely guest.
Was she alarm'd? Alarm'd throughout the land
Uprose, with biting falchion in his hand,
The sturdy swain his fond regard to prove,

And die, or triumph, with his blooming love.' He is, however, extremely unequal; frequently obscure and incorrect.

· The ven'son-loving cit, in greasy hall,
Puffs till he eats the buck up, horns and all :
And prays (if Heaven he e'er assails with prayer)
“ Groan still our faves, lest turtle prove too dear.” :
Thinks he could bear the horrid thought to die,

Yet with some sorrow leaves his rabbit-pye.'
This citizen is evidently copied from Pope's Helluo.

• Is there no hope? he cries--then bring the jowl.' Its inferiority to the original need not be pointed out. As we suspect the author to be a young adventurer in the poetic regions, we hope he will avail himself of our observations. We would not with him to strengthen the doctrine of a general progresfive declinę, by an exhibition of declining abilities, and giving us, poeticè

Progeniem vitiofiorem For it appears that we are soon to expect another attack on modern vices and follies, and would have him, on all accounts, to be as good as his word.

• But half my tale, its better half remains, To thine the first fine day in happier strains; The Muse now flagging rests upon her wing,

And on new pinions hopes to greet the spring.' Abelard 10 Eloisa: a Poem. By Mr. Jerningham. 410. 15. 6d.

Robson. 1792. We are sorry to learn that, with this poem, Mr. Jerningham means to conclude his poetical labours. In the mild pathetic strain he is often unrivaled; and has, perhaps, never failed, but by feeling too acutely, and expressing his feelings with sometimes a disproportioned pathos. But, in the solemn moment of taking leave, we must not enumerate even trifiing errors. This epiftie, if we recollect rightly, is not wholly the work of invention. Like its rival, Eloisa to Abelard,' by Pope, some of the principal


facts are taken from the Letters; like its rival too, it is tender, pathetic, and interesting. The following passage, we mean not to lead to an injurious comparison, is certainly designed as an imitation of one part of Mr. Pope's Epiftfe, and is not an unsuccessful one.

• Ye fullen gates, within whofe bound confin'd
The wretch who enter's fings his joys behind!
Emerging from the dome, ye crowding spires,
Which fun-robed glitter like afcending fires !
That funcral spot with many a cyprus spread,
Where friek the spirits of the guilty dead !
Yon moping forest, whole extensive fway
Admits no lucid interval of day,
No cheering vifta with a trail of light
Flies thro' the heavy gloom of lafting night:
Ye hermitages, deep immers'd in wood,
Wath'd by the pasling tributary food,
Whose cafy waves, soft-murm'ring as they roll,
Lull the strong goadings of the feeling loul :
Ye tow'ring rocks, to wonder's eye address’d,
Mithapen piles by terror's hand impress’d!
Ah, not these scenes magnificently rude

To virtue's lore have Abelard fubdued.' Perhaps the ardor in those which are subjoined is not very c011fitent with Abelard's situation at the æra of writing the letter.

i When late my steps drew near the peopled chois,
What erring wishes did my heart inspire
To the deep mysteries as Į advanced,
Still in thy presence was my foul entranced :
While, hending to the earth, the choral throng .
Pause, 'ere they viher the emphatic song;
While kneeling seraphs, trembling as they glow,
Veil with their sadiant wings their bashful brow;
While the deep organ (as by fear controul'd)
Its solemn found like distant thunder rolld;
While thick’ning odours dim'd the dread abode,
And th' altar fhudder'd at th' approaching God!
'Midit these august, terrific rites unmoy'd,
My guilty thoughts to o her, alcars rov'd:
In love enchas'd, a dçarer image bleft

That living chapel, my impaffion'd breaft!
On the whole, however, this is a pleasing performance, and we
may add, though last not least.'
Shrove Tuesday, a Satiric Rhapsody. By Anthony Pasquin, Elg.

Evo. 25. 6d. Boards. Ridgway. 1791.
Poor man! the fit begins to show itself very early, in incohe-


rent shapsody and incongruent metaphor. We shall transcribe the first paragraph from the dedication to Ifaac Swainson, esq.

• Dear Sir, • As the following mock-heroic effusion wars on the side of Hu. manity, I know norat whose feet I can lay it with fo much propriety as thine. - How much, my dear friend, should we rejoice that we have existence in an æra when the frozen seas of Fallacy are thawed by the warm beam of Reafon, and, giving way do Demolition, daily separate from their constituent parts, and Ait in fragments down the stream of Ruin ! he higher philosophy is triumphing over social impofition-the black cloud of Delpo. tism is burst, and now vanishing before the gales of Philanthropy: its thunder and its lightening injured the blossoms and ramification of the tree of Liberty, but happily could not destroy the trunk, which is immortal.'

As he proceeds, he grows more violent ; but, strange to tell ! the fit remits in the poetical part ; and he talks very cooly and infipidly. We fear, however, much danger, and can hope only that he will be taken proper care of, for the paroxyfm may return. The lord-chancellor steal from his works! and the premier bribe him to satirise the national adembly! This is too much either · for Bedlam or the Mint.' . Poems or several Occasions. By she Rev. Joseph Good Son 360

Baldwin. 1793. Mr. Good's is not a Mose of fire, but she is a good-humoured pleasing companion; without nonlenfe, ribaldry, or profaneness. To the Poems is prefixed a little Fable, entitled the Concert of the Birds,' where the Blackbird is cenfured because she is inferioz to the Nightingale. The model bird replies, that lie is conscious of not merising such distinguished fame :

• Yielding to her fuperior lays,

I only as a Blackbird's praite.' What is so modely aked, who can sefuse ? Tbe Pardoner's Tale. From Cbaucer. Svo, is. Cadell. 1792.

The Tale, which Mr. Lipscomb has modernised, is neither fo good, nor so bad as fome of the other productions of Chaucer : it is less interefting and less licentious. This is, howeves, à pretty good specimen of the talents which he possesses for his undertaking, that of modernising those Canterbury tales which have not yet experienced the effets of modern polishing, and publishing the whole cogether. The Conspiracy of Kings; a Poem. By J. Barlow, Bfq. 4to.

15. öd. Johnson. 1792. The bold energesic elegance of our author's language com

pensates penfates for some defects; but these defects are not in his politi. cal opinions. This, though we have been called the tools of monarchy, we dare assert, for a conspiracy of kings to change a for en of government, which a great nation (whether properly or absurdly is of little importance) has chosen,, is a Quixotic artempt, fuperior in folly to any ever made by the Knight of the Woeful Countenance. Admonitory Epistles, from Harry Homer, to his Brotber Peter Pixo

dar. 480. 15. Williams. 1792. The author admonishes Peter to avoid some of his more striking errors, such as impropriety, want of decorum, &c. But the medicine is not administered in a plea og formi we fear it will be rejected with disgust. The Owl, the Peacock, and the Dove; a Fable, addressed to the

Rev. Dr. Tatkam and tke Right Hon. E. Burke, &c. &c. &c. 410. 15. Johnson. 1792. Pretty doves * !

MORAL: . The Owl and the Peacock, the author now ventures . To lay mean the High Church, the Duves the Diflenters.”

.NO V E L S. Delineations of the Heart; or, the History of Henry Bennet, a Tragi

Comic-Satyric Ejay, attempied in the Manner of Fielding. 3 Volsi * 12mo. gs. Hookham. 1792.

It is the form of Fielding, and occasionally lis semblance will rise for a moment, and the 'eyes are made the fools of the other senses.' But we want his spirit, his wit, that clue which leads to the inmost recesses of the heart, and which he almost exclusively fole fefied. The heroes will not bear a comparison : the Foundling was gentle, generous, compassionate, and faulty only from the momentary impulse of paflion, from passions, drowning in their vortex, reflection. Henry Bennet is the cool, designing, deliberate villain, never right but from accident, or when it affits his vicious pursuits. The moral too is wholly indefensible. The liber. tine will follow the plans of Bennet in hopes of berter fortune; and, in spite of some humour and a few interesting scenes, we are compelled to dismiss this work with reprobation. It is and it is not, a Novel. By Charlotte Palmer. 2 Vols. 12mo.

6s, Hookham. 1792. No, my dear, It is not a novel :' but be a good girl; do so no more; and we will say nothing about it this time. Frederica; or, the Memoirs of a Young Lady, a Novel. By a

Lady. 3 Vols. 12mo. gs. Ridgway. 1792. We cannot approve of this novel : the tale is crite, hackrieyed,

and, in lpite dismiss this work witu

Palmer. 2 Vals


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