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LONDON MAGAZINE.

VOL. V.

No. XXVII.

MARCH, 1822.

CONTENTS.

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The Lion's head.

The Dying Poct's Farewell...

........ 276 Review : the Lyrics of Horace. By

205 ON WITCHCRAFT

the Rev. Francis Wrangham...... 277 The Approach of Spring.

216

DistanT CORRESPONDENTS. By Additions to Lord Orford's Royal and

ELIA.....

282 Noble Authors

218
On Black Cats..

285 Narrative of a Voyage to New South

287 221 Report of Music..... Wales ... Peter Klaus. The Legend of the Sonnet...

289 Goatherd—Rip Van Winkle...... 229 'Che Drama

290 THE EARLY FRENCH Poets.

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.

294 Joachim du Ballay.

231
Literary and Scientific Intelligence

295 THE GREEN ROOM. Edward Herbert's Letters, No. III. 236 Abstract of Foreign and Domestic

Occurrences

.... 297 The King of THE PEAK; a Der. byshire Tale.

Monthly Register.
Tales of Lyddalcross, No. III.. 243
Agricultural Report.

37 BEAUTIES OF THE LIVING DRA

Horticultura PReport

38 MATISTS, No. III. The River-Rock, or the Crimson Commercial Report..

40 Hermits, a Melo-drama in Two

Works preparing for Publication and
Acts ...

253
lately published

43 LIFE or Joseph WARTON. Con.

Bankruptcies and Sequestrations 45 tinuation of Dr. Johnson's Lives of

47 Births, Marriages, and Deaths......

264 the Poets, No. V.......

Ecclesiistical Preferments

48 The Sea of Death: a Fragment.... 269

270

Observations on the Weather, for Jan. 49 The Spirit of Pocsy, a Poem......

50 Sketches on the Road, No. VII..... 271 Meteorological Journal, for Jan..... Sonnet. Old Song...

275 Patents, Markets, Stocks, &c.... 51

LONDON :

PRINTED FOR TAYLOR AND HESSEY.

[Entered at Stationers' Hall.]

THE LION'S HPAD

We are happy to learn from L. that he has “ descended from his poetic flights into another walk ;” perhaps he has a prose essay on foot for our next Number.

To " a Lover of Music” (from Exeter), we have to express our thanks for his communication. He will, no doubt, understand our motives for declining to interfere in a matter, which involves local preferences and jealousies altogether out of our jurisdiction.

We have seen worse verses than L.'s, but we have better, which, we hope, will excuse our refusal.

G. R.'s diction would inflate a balloon. He should remember that “ a power of fiue words” is not “ poetic power.”

T. says, that his tale is out of his own head : is he a tadpole ?

Of a certain correspondent, we may say, as of certain books, that we should be glad to see more than the Title Pages.

Ignotus is referred to our pages for the most satisfactory answer we can give him.

As B. says he has the « Cacoethes Rhymendi, and loves the luxury of feeling that attends it,” Lion's Head would not willingly scratch him again, though many cases which have come under his paws have been successfully treated.—But B. conjures us to tell him, “ whether he may ever hope to produce any thing he need not blush at?"-No, never; if he continues to write such poetry as he now submits to our perusal. To be serious, let our correspondent take a hint from Dr. Watts :

How doth the little busy 6
Improve each shining hour.

Lion's Head has tried its tooth upon the translation from Horace, sent “ for early mastication,” but the morsel is too tough.

We thank “ A Constant Reader,” for his translation of “ The Opening of the obscure Poem of Lycophron.”—In his anxiety to “render it as literally as possible," he has still retained too much of the obscurity.

The friend who has sent us a brace of Sonnets, one of them written in a copy of Thomson's Seasons, must excuse us, if we do not put either under

our own cover.

« De mortuis nil nisi bonum :”—but bonum is not the Latin for Studens's lines on Chatterton.

Sam Sparkle's Anacreontic (from-Queen-street, Cheapside-hush !) is too far gone :--the conduits in Cheap do not run wine now-a-days. The Muse is often agreeable in her cups, but when she stammers in her grammar, and stumbles in her metaphors—it is high time she should be seen home. Sam's Muse has not a foot to stand upon. Can he send us something soberer, or was his Muse born with a claret-mark?

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“ Lines to a Friend,” on her departure to Antigua, show more sympathy than poetry. Some of them are almost long enough for log-lines.

We are sorry that we cannot oblige Caleb, nor Celebs.

We cannot sufficiently express our gratitude to Common Sense, jun. of Leeds, for the patience and skill with which he has attempted to couch the Eyes of Lion's Head. Will Common Sense, jun. frankly tell us, (in a frank if he pleases,) what we are to think of the following ballad ?

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