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worthy Lord V-- were joined together, and that they were the happiest of mortals. Mr. Falkland is acquitted for kille' ing Sir Edward Audley, and succeeds to an estate of four thou.

He offers to marry Miss Arnold, who, we think, from a very absurd delicacy, refuses hiin, and folemnly devotes the remainder of her days to a single life, being now recovered from an indisposition both of body and mind. Miss Audley and her mother suffer poetical justice for their base conduct. The lowness of their circumstances not suffering them to live' in England, they go abroad, where the old lady dies, and the

young one shuts herself up in a nunnery, while Falkland rises to a considerable rank in the

army. It would be doing the author injustice not to acknowlege, that in this analysis we have omitted many particulars which assist the narrative; that the language, tho' pure, is ornamented; the sentiments, such as Virtue herself, were she personified, according to Plato's wish, might breathe. Perhaps the profligacy of fo young a man as Sir Edward Audley is carried too far ; neither do we think that his sister, who is not much inferior to him in wickedness, is sufficiently punished.

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VII. The History of Miss Indiana Danby. By a Lady. Vols. Ill. and IV.

Pr. 6s. Lowndes. * review of the two first volumes of this performance, we acknowledged this author's abilities for writing, though we thought she applied them to very absurd purposes; and we are afraid the caveat we then entered against the prosecution of her plan, produced the volumes now before us. Tho' we enjoined the lady author that Miss Indiana might fit eternally in her cloisters, that Beverly might be visited with no return of his affection, and that the marquis should not be disproved to be Indiana’s real brother; yet she has faithfully adopted and carried into execution every circumstance which we had so carefully foreseen and prohibited. Miss Indiana is persuaded by a bishop that her vow is unlawful; Beverly's passion for her returns with redoubled fervour; and the marquis, in the hurlothrumbo manner we had predicted, is discovered not to be the brother of Indiana, who has in her heart more mansions for love than one, as some animals are said to have two stomachs in their belly.

Mr. Manly, to whom we formerly introduced our reader, prosecutes his love for Indiana with unabating ardour; but

* See vol. xix. p. 467.


such is her ascendency over his disposition, that he perfuades him to marry Miss Boothby, an agreeable young lady, with a great fortune. Thus have we conveniently dismissed two perfonages, who are not extremely neceffary to the principal narracive.

Beverly detects his wife, Lady Caroline, in an intrigue with Lord G. and after running him thro' the body in a duel, pre-, pares to be divorced, that he might be capable of marrying Indiana. The.lovyers, however, have the address to persuade our heroine and all þer friends, and at loft Beverly himself, that they are innocent, which puts an end to the divorce for this time. Indiana, notwithstanding all her seeming averfion to love, retains a hankering after the flesh-pots of Egypt, and drops fome involuntary fighs when she thinks of Beverly, who is wounded in his duel with Lord G. and is persuaded to conceal himself for some time. Finding Lord G. recovered, he returns to India ana's house, and tho' she feels her heart somewhat affected in his favour, yet she checks all sentiments of that kind.

In the opening of the fourth volume we find our heroine in a ierrible taking by a brisk revival of Beverly's passion ; but one Sir George Mountague, a gentleman of unexceptionable character and large estate, declares himself his rival, and offers his hand to the lady in marriage; a present which Beverly had not to give. Sir George being encouraged and recommended by all Indiana's friends, she, at last, reluctantly consents. Mean time the intrigue between Lady Caroline and Lord G. is so plainly proved, that he carries her abroad, where she dies, confefling her guilt.

Now for one of your kidnapping f:enes ! (vide the last article). The day on which Indiana is to marry Sir George, the is carried off by force ; by Beverly the reader may be fure. A duel is fought between him and Sir George, in which the former is slightly, and the latter desperately wounded. Miss Mountague, Sir George's filter, who is in love with Beverly, intere pofes, and both are conveyed home in chairs from Hyde-Park, where the duel is fought. Miss Indiana is next delivered from her confinement, which the bears with tolerable patience, after she knew that Beverly was her jailor, and receives a penitential letter from him, recommending his friend Mountague to her affections, and telling her it was his dying request. Instead of returning home, the resolves to bury herself in a monastery, situated somewhere near C---y, (we suppose Coventry or Canterbury; for observe, reader, that this scene is laid in England, and the whole supposed to have passed about a dozen years ago) where her friend Fanny Fanınore was a proFier mother, the marchioness, joins her in this re


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refolution. Their female friends repair to the monastery, that they may witness the performance of the ceremony. Indiana outcants, a Theatine inonk in her praises of religious retireinert. Beverly, who hears of his wife's death, recovers; however, tho' he is now single, Indiana cannot be diverted from her intention. She is led like a victim to the altar, after a most foleinn service attended by vocal and instrumental music had been perforried; but after she had bid the last adieu to her friends, and when the folemn rites were just beginning, who should forbid the banns but the marquis in propriâ perfore? The reader may eafily conceive the agitation into which his appearance throws the whole congregation. After proving himself not to be the brother of Indiana, in a narrative full of inconsistencies and improbabilities, her mother joins their hands, to the infinite fatisfaction of all present, particularly the bride and bridegroom. - Beverly, ignorant of Indiana's marriage, is ftruck' when he hears of it, but bears his disappointment better than could have been expected. The author has forgot to provide a husband for Miss Mountague : Sir George, however, goes to Bath to wash down his sorrows either with water or wine.

As we think our character of the former part of this novel may be very juftly applied to the prefent volumes, we fhall only add, that besides the improbability of ladies publicly profefling themfelves nuns in England, and living as fuch all the rest of their lives, many others occur, which must be too obvious to need pointing out to an intelligent reader.

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VIII. Noah. Attempted from the German of Mr. Bodmer. In twelve. Books. . By Joseph Collyer. In z Vols. Pr. 6s. Dodfley.

HIS work is a mixture of facred history and romance:

It contains a circumftantial account of Noah and his family, the ark and the deluge. Moses has related these matters. in a summary way, and omitted several particulars; but this writer has supplied these deficiencies by the help of a fruitful imagination. In some things he has discovered ingenuity; in others, a want of judgment. He adopts the theory of Mr. Whiston, and afcribes the deluge to the trajection of a comet. This hypothefis gives him an'opportunity to introduce several * pompous descriptions. Every other part of this work is full of

wonder ul occurrences. Moses has given us miracles, and Mr. Bodmer improbabilities. These are promiscuoufly united ; but the afiemblage is unpleasing. Scripture and fixion inake an unna


tural mixture; and the ftory is not entertaining, as the outlines are trite, and the catastrophe-universally kngwa.

The nauseous affectation of expressing every thing pompously and poetically is no where more visible-than in this performance, What ear can bear this affected language ?

• Sing, o muse of Sion's hill! the radiant grace benign,, which mov'd the Supreme Judge, when dooming myriads to the rising deluge, for one righteous man, to bound his wrath, leading him to new habitations, there to enjoy a life divinethere to become the father of nations, whose fantity of manners might speak them the offspring of Heaven. Few are the traces of this great event left by the spunge of oblivion on the tables of time, and scarce are they to be discern'd; yet are they known to thee, celestial Muse! and mayst thou deign to, impart them to the adventurous bard, whom genial Nature, on his natal day, laid on her breast. Thou, ere the waves o'erspread the earth, breathing on Elihu's soul, taught him songs divine : taught Noah to raise his grateful praise, while in the floating ark: with him ascended lofty Sion to extol his grace who in the Heavens difplay'd his radiant bow, the emblem of forgiving mercy.'

The following paffage is written in the same ftrain; the stile is a motly mixture of profe and blank verse.. :

i Where the rich orchards rear'd their lofty tops ; where fruitful autumn bent under the waving ear, where the vine with purple clusters adorn'd the side-long hill, or the lofty ceủar cast its lengthen'd waving shade, is spread a general inundation, and drown'd lie herbs, plants and flowers; the lofty trees and fragrant groves, with all their bloom, and all their odours dead. The affrighted birds with feeble pinions skim the thickening clouds, and fly from tree to tree, and hill to hill; till the impetuous storms whirl them round and daih them in the deep. The sturdy elephant and lufty bull, trem. bling, skim the impetuous waves, and swimming rise above the swelling furge in vain. Alas! the birds of the air, the beasts of the forest and the field, with man, the lord of the creation, finding all their efforts ineffectual, die immers'd even as the reptile ; all drink death in the water, mingled by the comet, with refin, nitre and fulphur.'

As we think Mr. Collyer an ingenious man, we could wifly, that if ever he attempts to favour the public with a trandation of

any other work of this kind, he would endeavour to avoid this tawdry stile ; and consider that it is as great a fault to write verse in profe, as to write profe in verse.

IX. The

IX. The Georgics of Virgil, translated by Thomas Neville, A. M. Fellow of Jesus College, Cambridge. 8vo.

Pr. 25. Cadell. THE Georgics of Virgil are admired by every reader of

learning and taste. The author has adorned them with all the graces of poetry. His descriptions are animated, his versification harmonious, and his diction exquisitely adapted to the subject. Mr. Neville very properly recommends this poem to the attention of every one who is solicitous to form a juft notion of chaste compofition. But it oughr to be read in the original. The greatest excellencies are apt to be destroyed by the best translators. The following inftance may ferve to evince the truth of this remark. Virgil fpeaking of the management of bees, gives this direction :

“ In medium, feu stabit iners, seu profluet humor,
Tansversas falices, & grandia conjice saxa ;
Pontibus ut crebris poffint consistere, et alas
Pandere ad æstivum folem ; fi forte morantes
Sparserit aut præceps Neptuno immerserit Eurus.”

Geor. iv. I. 25 These lines are plain and fimple, but likely to betray an injudicious translator into bombast. Mr. Addison has fallen into this abfurdity.

" Whether the neighb'ring water stands or runs,
Lay twigs across, and bridge it o'er with stones:
That if rough storms, or sudden blasts of wind
Should dip, or scatter those that lag behind,
Here they may settle on the friendly stone,

And dry their reeking pinions at the fun.A writer quoted by Demetrius Phalereus, gives this pompous defcription of a wafp: Κατανεμεται μεν την ορεινην, εισι|αται δε εις τας κοιλάς δρυς.

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the “ mountains, and flies into hollow oaks.” It seems, says De. metrius, as if the author was speaking of a wild bull, or the boar of Erymanthus, and not of such a pitiful creature as a wafp. Mr. Addison's concluding line is equally ridiculous. The following translation by Mr. Dryden suggests the idea of a shipwreck and a storm at sea.

• With osier floats the standing water strow,
Of mossy stones make bridges if it flow ;
That balking in the fun thy bees may lie,
And resting there their flaggy pinions dry,
When late returning home, the laden hoff
By raging winds is wrecked upon the coaf."


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