improving climate, may render the country capable of support ing both the numerous flocks of sheep and the usual herds of cattle. The remarks on the diseases of sheep seem to be valuable, and the result of real observation. The other kinds of live stock afford no very particular subject of remark. Pigeons, our author thinks so voracious as to be a natiorial injury; and computes, from a rough calculation, that the pigeons in Great Britain devour as much grain as would support 120,000 of the human species. Bees, on the contrary, devour nothing that can be employed for the use of man; and their production is wholly gain.

Under the chapter of rural economy our author gives a pleasing picture of the ancient mode of life of the shepherds of this county, but, we fear, has decorated it with colours too delusive. The price of labour is doubled within about twenty years : but this he considers as no peculiar inconvenience, since every thing rises in proportion, and finds its level. Provisions are growing dearer, but are still what would in England be called very cheap. The arguments adduced to support the predilection for the arable system in this county merit atten tion; and those which relate to distillation, especially the fraudulent practice, are certainly very judicious.

What relates to roads and canals, fairs and markets, is chiefly of local importance; but we observe with satisfaction the progressive improvements in the two former branches of rural ceconomy. The exports of this county are chiefly agricultural, There seems to be no manufactured wool, except in shawls. Flax and cotton afford some varieties of manufacture. The whole trade is rapidly augmenting. The quantity of salmons taken and exported from Loch Tay appears on the contrary to be decreasing—a circumstance more to be regretted, since the salmon of this loch is of a very superior flavour.

The population is certainly on the whole increased, though, by inclosing and large farms, it is allowed to have diminished in some districts. This is, however, fully compensated by the enlargement of towns and villages. The obstacles to improvement are chiefly of local importance; and even to explain the meaning of some of these would not be an easy task. The miscellaneous observations, including the means of amelioration, are highly valuable, but chiefly important to the inhabitants *. On the whole, we have read this work with great pleasure. The information is in general interesting : the reflexions interspersed show the author to possess taste, learning, and judgement. We have seen no agricultural report that, in all these respects, exceeds, or perhaps equals, the present volume. "

* We may just observe, that in the Appendix we find " Hiers Carns' interpreted «Heros Caisns.? If this be correct, may it not assist in deciphering a disputed and almost unintelligible passage in the Merry Wives of Windsor, where mine host say's ' Will you go on Heres:' Will you go on Heros -an expression very suitable to the bombastic style of this Hero of the garter, Rev.

ART. XII.—Poems by William Boscawen, Esq. 12mo.

Stockdale. 1801. THESE poems consist of elegies, odes, heroic epistles, and occasional copies of verses. Though we do not discover in them many of the more daring flights of genius, they have not offended us by instances either of affectation or carelessness. Mr. Boscawen's versification is melodious and easy; and, what is more to his credit, the whole breathes benevolence of heart and purity of moral principle. His elegies appear to us--but perhaps it is the most difficult species of minor poétry-to be his least successful efforts. His odes possess more merit. They often exhibit in their diction much of the majesty and characteristic grace of this species of composition. We shall select, in proof of our assertion, the second Ode, written for the Anniversary Meeting of the Subscribers to the Literary Fund, April 21st, 1795.

• Ye sacred Bards of elder time,
Whose genius breath'd celestial fire !

Whose heartfelt rapture soar'd in songs sublime!
Whose magic fingers swept the sounding lyre!

Who, proud th' heroic chief to crown,
Wove the bright chaplet of renown,
Or told in soft and melting strains

The fond despairing lover's pains;
Or, with your animating breath,

Kindled the patriot's generous zeal, .

And bade him, for his country's weal,
Brave the stern tyrant's power, and smile in death!
• Blest spirits! from your starry spheres,
Where, clad in robes of sapphire hue,
Ye sit enthron’d, oh deign to view
This flow of harmony divine,

This social homage to the nine,
Which sweet Benevolence endears !

And, while the voice of Pity foats

In soft, melodious, thrilling notes,
Wake Inspiration's loftier strain !

Wake the bright hopes of happier days,

When Poetry again shall raise
Her genuine song, and heaven-born genius reign!

« Oh! mark the glories of that age
Which lives in Homer's matchless page!
When kings, when heroes could admire
The glowing verse, th' enraptur'd lyre.
High on a throne of silver placed,
Their festive halls the poet graced ;
And when he tower'd on Fancy's wing,
And when his touch awak'd the string,
What sympathetic hearts around
Beat to th' inspiring martial sound !
Again he bade the battle bleed,

And pour'd swift vengeance on the foe;
While mem'ry of each glorious deed

Kindled ecstatic valour's glow.
Each warrior chief, with fond regard
Cherish'd the soul-inspiring bard;

Each felt, with transport felt, his name
Snatch'd from oblivion's power, and stamp'd with deathless fame.

• Speak, gentle Muse, thy conscious pride!

Record the trophies of thy sway,
When, with impetuous foaming tide,

The mighty Theban's deep-ton'd lay
Rushd, like a torrent, from the mountain's side.

Th’ Olympic champion's far-fam'd deeds,
The hardy wrestler, and victorious steeds,
His verse adorn'd with bright renown,
Beyond the statue, or the laurel crown:

At solemn feasts he shar'd
The sacred portion for the Gods prepar'd;
In after ages, lov’d, ador'd,

His awful name

Alone could stay the hostile Aame,
Quell the fierce victor's rage, avert his vengeful sword,
" What triumphs, queen of song, were thine,

When Rome, in boundless rule enthron’d,
Proud Rome, thy gentle empire own'd,
Own’d the mild lustre of thy charms,

Resign'd for peaceful arts her arms,
And lov'd thy sons, ador'd thy shrine !

Th’imperial master of mankind,

To soft humanity refind,
Heard the majestic Mantuan lay,

Delighted heard th’ Ausonian lyre

Mild counsels breathe, just thoughts inspire, And felt the Muse's power that harmoniz'd his sway. • Say, Britain, when, in days of yore,

Thy sons 'gainst Rome's invading band
Stood dauntless on thy sea-girt shore,

Stern guardians of their native land,

And on the deep-wedg'd ranks of war
Impetuous whirl'd the scythed car, .
What power their generous valour fir'd ?
The bard, the sacred bard, inspir'd !

From oak-crown'd glades,

From mystic shades,
Where late he chaunted meek Religion's strain,

Avenger of his country's wrongs,

With harp attun'd to martial songs,
He rushd indignant to th’embattled plain.

Nor less his voice, 'midst faction's rage,
Could Discord, baleful fiend! assuage,
The warrior's madd’ning steel arrest,
And charm to peace his savage breast.
Taught by his lore in social bands to join,
All lov'd the gentle bard, all bless'd the song divine,

But where, ah where ! in later days,
The bright reward, the generous praise,

That once adorn'd the tuneful train ?
The rey'rence genius could command,
When, cherish'd by a grateful land,

It pour'd a free and virtuous strain ?
Far from the mansions of the great,

Where pride maintains its sullen state,
Where, sunk in ease, unfeeling lux’ry lies,

Repell’d, the Muse's offspring flies.
What fiends attend his steps forlorn!

Gaunt Poverty, with feeble cries,
And wan Disease, and taunting Scorn!
These, these, arrest each bolder Aight;

Or, should his fancy nobly dare,

Base Av'rice stints the hard-earn'd mite, Drives him once more to want, and bids him clasp Despair..

• Behold, in Mis’ry's drear abode,

A care-worn wretch expire !
'Tis he! the Bard whose fancy glow'd

With soft yet vivid fire ;
Who in the tend'rest notes of woe
Bade Belvidera's sorrows flow;
Whose powerful Muse, beyond controul,
Could wring, could agonise the soul!-
And mark that youth with aspect wild !
Chill Penury's devoted child;
Who, feigning a rude antique strain,
Woo'd Fortune's smile, but woo'd in valo :
Absorb'd in deep despair he lies;

He pines, he sinks, he dies !
Ill-fated youth! with fost'ring ray.
Had kind Protection blest thy lay,

And taught the path to well-earn'd fame,

Britain perchance had gloried in thy name,
Had hail'd thee prosp'rous and renown'd,
By every Muse inspir'd, with every virtue crown'd. '
• Ah! then, celestial Muse descend !

The glories of thy reign renew :
Bright Honour's source, fair Virtue's friend,

Smile on the liberal chosen few !
Congenial hearts alike inspire
Thy genuine sons to cherish and admire :

Exalt thy vot'ry's purer mind
Above the vulgar joys that charm mankind;

Awake the sympathetic glow !
Bid the rich stream of bounty ilow!

Again bid drooping genius rise,
Assert its long lost rights, and claim its native skies!' P. 30.

The foregoing poem has occupied so considerable a portion of our journal, that we cannot allow any space for farther extracts. In his imitations of Horace Mr. B. is often happy; and « The Progress of Satire' contains much just discrimination, conveyed in flowing and pointed numbers. His character of a work which lately made a wonderful noise in the literary and political world—which was much talked of, but little read-is at once candid and severe. We had some intention of quoting the passage to which we allude ; but the consideration of the old maxim, De mortuis, &c. has influenced our forbearance.

ART. XIII.-Sermons, on various Subjects ; by John Bidlake, B.A.

Vol. II* 8vo. 6s. Boards. Murray and Highley. THERE is a fund of good sense in these sermons, mixed with a considerable degree of piety and enlarged views of religion. Many of the subjects are local; but excellent lessons of instruction are derived from them. The melancholy events which have of late distressed the human race, and the repugnance to religion of every kind in a neighbouring nation, are deeply felt by the writer. But, with due confidence in the Creator of the World, who can draw good out of evil, he considers the unhappy instruments of this evil as destined to pave the way for a train of events which they neither have desired nor could possibly foresee. In our own kingdom, from the growing attachment to popery, so lamentably perceived in many persons whose compassion for the distressed has led them to compassion for their follies and viciouś superstitions, the following remarks cannot be too much attended to by those who still retain a regard to the principles of the Protestant religion.

* Sce our 14th vol. New Arr. p. 281.

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