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angel of mercy fat besides him on the sophamhis heart glow'd with fire and bad he been worth a thoufand, he had lott every heart of them to Mrs. Wadman.

And whereabouts, dear Sir, quoth Mrs. Wadman, a little categorically, did you receive this fad blown asking this question, Mrs. Wadman gave a fight glance towards the waistband of my uncle Toby's red plush breeches, expecting naturally, as the Mortest reply to it, that my unele Toby would lay his fore-finger upon the place. It fell out otherwife --for my uncle Toby having got his wound before the gate of St. Nicolas, in one of the traverfes of the trench, oppofite to the salient angle of the demi-bastion of St. Roch, he ..could at any time stick a pin iipon the identical spot of ground where he was standing when the stone struck him : this struck inftantly upon my uncle Toby's cenforium-and with it, struck his large map of the town and citadel of Namur and its envie ions, which he had purchased and pasted down upon a board by the corporal's aidi during his long illness it had lain' with other military lumber in the garret ever fince, and accordingly the corporal was detached into the garret to fetch it.

• My uncle Toby measured off thirty toises, with Mrs. Wad. man's fciffars, from the returning angle before the gate of St. Nicolas ; and with such a virgin modesty laid her finger upon the place, that the goddess of decency, if then in being-if pot, 'twas her fhade-hook her head, and with a finger wä. -vering aerofs her eyes--forbid her to explain the mistake. Unhappy Mrs. Wadman !-

For nothing can make this chapter go off with spirit but an apostrophe to theebut my heart tells me, that in fuch a erisis an apoftrophe is but an infult in disguise, and ere I would offer one to a woman in distress let the chapter go to the devil; provided any damnd critic in keeping will be but at the trouble to take it with him.'

A critic would prove himself as extravagant as the author affects to be, should he pretend to give a character of this work, whore wit may be termed generical. We wih, however, that it had been a little better accommodated to the ear of innocence, exirginibus puerifque ; but, perhaps, of all the authors who have existed fince the days of Rabelais, none can with more justice than Tristram put his arms a.kimbo, Itrut through his room, and fay,

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MONTHLY CATALOGU R. Art. 8. The Perplexities. A Comedy. As it is Performed at the Theatre Royal in Covent-Garden. 8vo. Pr. Is. 6d. Griffin.

HIS piece is nothing more than an alteration of one of

the old plays in Dodsley's Collection, written by Sir Samuel Tuke, and called The Adventures of Five Hours. The Adventures of Five Hours is a translation from the Spanish of Calderon; and the plot, like the intrigo of other Spanish pieces, depends so much on escapes and pursuits, balconies, sedanchairs, private keys, and back-doors, 'that comedy is converted into speaking pantomime. It was hardly worth while, therefore, to bruth off the dust of antiquity from this piece, for the fake of a few. noble sentiments, not sufficiently brilliant to atone for the extravagance of the adventures that occasion them : and we can only speak of the labours of the modern editor by applying to them the old French proverb, Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle ; " The play is not worth the candle." 9. The Fairy Favour, As it is performed at the Theatre-Royal in

Covent Garden. 8vo. Pr. 15. Griffin. A puerile imitation of the Midsummer Night's Dream of Shakespeare, and intended as a compliment to his royal highnefs the prince of Wales, the first time of his appearance at the theatre. 10. Love in the City. A Comic Opera. As it is performed at the

Theatre-Royal in Covent Garden. Written by the Author of Love in a Village. 8vo. Pr. is, 6d. Griffin. The city has long been the favourite scene of comedy, Shakespeare has inspired us with a kind of veneration for the very name of East-cheap, and Ben Jonson has immortalized Moor-fields and Coleman-ftreet. Our present musical dramatitt has, however, wooed the coy mufes with most success by making Love in a Village. With his innocent Maid of the Mill he was successful : but in the City, like true town coquettes, they have jilted him. We would advise him, therefore, to follow the example of Sir Francis Wronghead ; and having made an unsuccessful journey to London, to take a journey into the country again. II. The Conaught Wife. A Comedy of two Ads. As it is per:

formed at the Theatre in Smock-Alley, Dublin. 8vo. Pr. 156 Williams.

Mrs. Fretfull, after marrying a man who loves, but at the fame time is jealous of her, is followed to Dublin by Vainlove,

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a coxcomb whom she despises, and who had endeavoured to debauch her previous to her marriage. Vainlove finds means to get into her house, where he is discovered by the blunders of Terry, an Irish fervant, who enters with the watch and conftable: these alarm Frétfull, who is not able, however, to prevent Vainlove's escaping over the garden-wall. Being pursued, he creeps into a hogihead, where he is sluiced by a water-woman, and taken prisoner by the constable. Mrs. Fretfull and her maid Katty deny that he is the same person who had broke into their house, and who had ungenerously sworn, that if Mrs. Fretfull alarmed the family, he would swear he came there by her appointment. Mrs. Fretfull has her rea'fons for contributing to Vainlove's deliverance ; and he is accordingly discharged by the constable. Thus ends the first act.

In the second act we find Fretfull, upon recollecting circumstances, grown almost horn-mad; but his wife resolves to disabuse him by taking a singular revenge upon Vainlove. Through Katty's management a fresh assignation is made, and Vainlove agrees to pay another private visit to Mrs. Fretfull. On his arrival at the outside of her house, he is perfuaded to trust himself to a rope which depends from a crane fixed in the upper story; and when he mounts a little way, Katty pretends the can neither draw him up nor let him down ; and thus he is left ridiculously suspended in the air, while the servants belabour him with their sticks. This contrivance of Mrs. Fretfull cures her husband of his jealousy, and she becomes as happy as she was before miferable.

Such, with the usual humours of blundering Irish servants, is the plan of this drama, which is entirely adapted to the upper galleries. We shall therefore dismiss it with observing, that Mrs. Fretfull is a good kind of woman, and, considering her circumstances, behaves very prudently. 12. The She-Gallant : or, Square Toes Outzwirted. A New Co

medy of two las. As now performing, with great Applaufi, at the Theatre in Smock Alley, Dublin. 8vo. Lowndes.

This is a very silly performance, made up of common place incidents equally improbable as uninteresting. Emily, a beautiful young lady, is beloved by Delamour, who, on his return from Paris, is told by her brother that her father had promised her in marriage to Sir Geofry Ginkle, a gouty, unamiable old knight, who offered to take her without any fortune. Florimel, another young lady, and friend to Emily, undertakes her deliverance, by getting herself introduced into Emily's apartinent in a well-known suit of her brother's cloaths. Mean

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time she takes care that the old knight should receive intelligence of the appointment, which is to be in the night-time; upon which Sir Geofry disguises himself as a watchinan, and fees the supposed lover step into Emily's apartment, tho' lot before he drops a paper, which the knight takes up, and which proves to be an invitation supposed to be sent to Delamour by Emily. Sir Geofry, upon this, visits Emily's father, Sir Anthony Woodville, and breaks off the match. The two old gentlemen, however,' very prudently agree to conceal Emily's shame, and Sir Anthony offers her with a portion, double of what he intended to Delamour in marriage, who accepts her with raptures. Florimel is married at the same time to young Woodville ; and all parties are made happy. The under character of the blundering Irish servant is nearly the same in this as in the last play, and seems to be a never-failing source of humour upon the Irish theatre.

13. A Poem on Winter, being a Verification of Mr. Hervey's Winter

Piece : with Part of his Contemplations on the Night. To which is added a Poem addressed to Mr. Sutton, on Inoculation. By T. Baker. The second Edition, with large Additions and Alterations. 410.

Pr. 15.

Hawes. This writer is one of those geniuses, who in the treatise of the Batbos are compared to " flying fishes, that now and then rise upon their fins, and fly out of the profund ; but their wings are foon dry, and they drop down to the bottom." The description of a storın,

• Thick vapours gather ;-clouds involve the day,
And fadd’ning glooms expel each shining ray.
Hark ! how the doubling storm, the flying floods
Whiz in the air, and rattle thro’ the woods.
See! the vast nuices of the sky are rent,
Down rush the rains from th' op'ning firmament !
The low-hung clouds in rapid torrents pour,
From bursting skies their congregated store ;
On shelving roofs the rattling waters bound,
And rushing streams froin lofty spouts resound.
Down channel'd pavements foaming currents meet,
And muddy shallows whelin the village street,
Th' induftrious plowman dripping like the eaves,
Reluctant, vex'd his half-till’d acre leaves,
The feather'd poultry of the storm afraid,
Crowd into shelter, Thiv'ring and disinay'd.
Silent, the wand'ring tenants of the grove,
Fold their pinions ; none attempt to rove.



Joyless the beasts all Thake their dripping hides.
Roads swim, and swelling brooks encreale the tides.
Rivers that destin'd banks could long restrain,
Now burst their bounds and rush into the plain,
With rage impetuous spreading wide and far,
Stopping the trav’Her and his rattling car;
New currents join ; the foaming stream invades,

And with a foaking deluge drowns the meads.' This description is corrupted and debased by vulgar images ; and rendered contemptible and ridiculous by an affected apu pearance of pomp and grandeur. The following lines are tolerably harmonious and poetical

• The fober eve shuts up the short-liv'd day,
And heav'n's blue arches shinc in bright array.
Pendent in glory, see the moon arise,
And tinge with silver rays the azure skies;
High-thron'd in majesty, the radiant queen,
All grand, yet fully'd at firft rise is seen ;
But see, the brightens, as she climbs on high,
And reigns fair empress of the spangled sky;
Around her throne, the stars unnumbered shine,

And silent fing, their maker is divine.' The author in this passage seems to have had Homer's celebrated night-piece in his view; and it must be allowed, that with a little correction, and some additional touches, it would be no bad imitation of tlie fame beautiful description in Mr.' Pope's translation of the Iliad.

In several parts of this poem the author attempts to rise above mediocrity ; but he frequently sinks into the lowest de. gree

of the bathos. What can be more despicable than the following couplet !

« That with the Psalınift I'll with joy rehearse,

From psalm the fifty-first, and seventh verfe.' Or this?

Our paths conceald by driven frows so deep, That in our houses we're obliged to keep.' These lines remind us of the following burlesque upon thofe writers who affect to be subliine, while they are grovelling in the other extreme:

“ The princess fiept by chance into the mire,

And dries her stockings by the kitchen fire." Mr. Baker does not seem so much to want abuities, as judga ment; which, posibly, time and experience may improve.

13. Pro

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