caufe of the Papifts. Popery we abhor, and contemn its irrational doctrines. And we are apprehenfive that the Pa pifts may abuse the indulgence granted them by Parliament; yet, we think this pamphlet too illiberal to have much weight to influence a candid and rational mind, to join in rouzing up the dormant fpirit of perfecution, which has long been hearfed, and quietly inhumed. 0.

A Sermon preached at St. Mary's, Oxford, July 1, 1779, on the Anniversary Meeting of the Governors of the Rad cliffe Infirmary. By Lewis Bagot, LL. D. Dean of Chrift Church. Publifhed at the Request of the Governors for the Benefit of the Charity. 4to, is. Rivington.

A pious and pertinent difcourfe.

Unanimity, a Poem. By J. Macaulay. 4to. 10s. 6d. Cadell.

ardour of fentiment, We give the followinclined to encourage

In this poem is to be obferved an and in many parts a ftrength of idea. ing extract that our readers may be that UNANIMITY which muft fave the nation as well as our author.

""Tis well," Britannia's Guardian thus replies,
(Stern anger flashing dreadful from his eyes)
'Tis well my plighted faith, in honour bound,
Protects thee treading thus on hostile ground.
Did not my foul that facred tie revere,
Did not Difcretion hold the pointed fpear,
Thou had'st not dar'd prefumptuous to revile
The prince and fubjects of my fav'rite ifle.
Infidious pow'r! let faithlefs Gallia tell
(That feat where guile and ranc'rous envy dwell)
Of treaties broken, and of faith decay'd,
Of lawless rapine, and of truft betray'd;
Whofe treach'rous fons have caft the fatal brand
Of hellish difcord a'er Britannic land.
While yet in embrio lay the feeds of hate,
Ere yet contention vex'd each jarring fate;
Ere yet Bellona, raging in the fray,
Saw warlike troops to hoftile rage a prey

Your

Your wiles accurft, and dark infidious arts,
Kindled destructive rage in focial' hearts.

"Talk not of Freedom: 'tis a Briton's theme--
Of which your fervile fons may fondly dream;
While pow'r defpotic rules with iron hand,
And makes one mighty prison of the land.

"Nor think, proud Gaul, tho' adverse fortune frown,
And fhade the glories of the British crown,
On England's fon's thy abject chains to bind,
Or damp the ardours of a free-born mind.
When fortune fimiles, with giddy joy elate
You fcorn the turnings of capricious fate;
Yet when her fav'ring gales forget to blow,
Fled are your transports, and your hopes laid low.
Not fo Britannia; the with equal mind,
Or quits her frowning, or receives her kind.
Like her own rocks, when angry Boreas raves,
Plows the mad fea, and rides the foaming waves;
Secure fhe ftands, tho' angry tempests beat,
And fees the billows break beneath her feet,
Mid'ft foreign tumults and domeftic jars,
The fnares of treason, and the fpoil of wars,
Her native ftrength can ev'ry blast oppose,
And hurl defiance on her boasting foes.,

"Lur'd by the verdure of Brittannia's plains,
When lawless Danes o'erfpread her wide domains,
Long time eclips'd, our English ALFRED lay,
To wait the dawning of a happier day;
While unfubdued the British fire remains,
And England vindicates her native plains.
Emerging forth, he taught their hofts to yield
The dear-bought wealth of many a bloody field
Refum'd his crown, and to the world made known,
The arms that rais'd, can still support a throne.

;

"Perplex'd with cares, and torn with wild debate, When half-divided lay the troubled ftate; When infant HENRY, rais'd to England's throne, (Inheritor of troubles not his own) 'Midft civil tumults and difputed fway, Saw half his realms to foreign foes a prey; Did Gallic LEWIS in the caufe prevail, Or proud injuftice turn the equal fcale? No to his native fhores repuls'd he fled, And British Freedom rear'd her drooping head: Well-pleas'd to found her empire o'er the main

On England's brighter day, and EDWARD's glorious reign,

"Need

"Need I yet more our nearer glories trace,
And mark the trophies of great TUDOR's race;
When England's fceptre, grac'd by virgin fway,
Gave nations law, and bade new worlds obey?
Afk proud Iberia, when unnumber'd oars
Sever'd the billows of her northern fhores,
While in the Bay her well-arm'd navy rode,
With warlike troops, and deathful engines ftow'd;
When Romes great PONTIFF blefs'd the hardy deed,
And bade their wishes, and their arms fucceed:
Did PHILIP's host invincible appear?

Or Britain trembling fhrink with coward fear?
Say, did her fons forfake the martial plain,
Or fly inglorious through the fiery main?
Let Spain the deed declare-for well she knows
"Heaven's wrathful vengeance on Britannia's foes;
Whofe mighty fhips, by angry billows toft,
In fhatter'd fragments cover'd all the coaft:
While breathlefs, pale, her mangled warriors lay,
Stretch'd on the beach, to hoftile Rage a prey.

"Learn then, yain power, tho' treach'rous Gallia join, "And falfe Iberia aid the bafe defign,

Confpiring each, by force or fecret guile,
To blaft the glories of this fea-girt ifle;

BRITAIN once rous'd fhall all your fchemes confound,
And dash your bafelefs fabric to the ground.
League all your forces, join your warlike ftores,
And bid your navies line our winding fhores-
BRITAIN UNITED, all your toils fhall mock,
And ftand unmov'd amidft the mighty fhock.
Her gen'rous fons, inur'd to martial toil,
Shall guard by conq'ring arms their native foil;
Chiefs of renown lead on each martial band,
Skilful in war, and flow'r of British land:

ONE heart, ONE hand, fhall all our hopes o'erthrow-
A NATION'S wars, a NATION gives the blow!

"Our fever'd fons by Gallic fraud betray'd,
Mourning the ruin mutual wars have made,
Once more cemented, fhall repel their focs,
Tho' Hell and You the glorious deed oppofe.

"Strive then no more my fix'd refolves to flake,

Or bid my feet Britannia's realms forfake.
Tho' hoftile fleets o'erfpread her fhining ftrand,
And fell deftruction stalk'd throughout the land;
Firm I'd remain, unshaken to the end;
Foe to her foes, and to her friends a friend.
Then bence and to thy darling fons make known,
Nor art nor force can thake Britannia's throne.
Speed fwift thy flight, regain thy Gallic fhore,
And tempt the vengeance of this arm no more.”

A Fifth

A Fifth Letter to the Earl of Carlisle from William Eden, Efq; Cadel, is. 6d.

In our account of the preceding four letters we were pretty full; and in this, therefore, which confifts principally of confirmations of what was before advanced, it will not be neceffary to be very diffuse. In the exordium he acknowledges the juftnefs of our obfervation in the laft month's Review, that the extinction of oppofition is the feafible plan of proceeding in administration; and intimates, that there is good reafon to expect that Great Britain alone will, in fpite of the minority, crufh France, Spain, and America. He proves clearly, from Dr. Price's own principles, that the people of Great Britain are conftantly encreafing, as the general consumption appears frein the excife to be regularly upon the encreafe; that, notwithstanding the ceffation of the American commerce, the nett receipts of the custom houfe are. not decreafed; that the exchange is upon the whole in favour of this ifland; and that by fimplifying the method of collecting our revenues and checking fmuggling, a matter, of which more fhall be faid in the next article, our resources may be greatly extended. Upon the whole, this letter removes the objections that may have been started againft his former reafonings, and proves the gloomy ideas of Dr. Price to be as ill-founded as the publication of them was ill-timed. The following quotation we would recommend to the perufal of Lord Shelburne and the oppofition :

to "

"Sir William Petty's mixed education and courfe of life, did not difpofe him to involve plain fenfe in refined expreffion; but his natural wisdom and chearfulness led him to doubt and controvert the gloomy fpeculations current among his cotemporaries, relative the finking of rents, the decay of trade and commerce, the poverty and. depopulation of the kingdom, and the rifing omnipotence of France." Thefe, with other difmal fuggeftions, fays he, I had rather ftifle than repeat: "They affect the minds of fome to the prejudice of all."An ill opinion of their own concernments renders men more languid and ineffectual in their endeavours. Upon this confideration, as a member of the commonwealth, next to knowing the precife truth, in what condition the common intereft ftands, I would in all doubtful cafes think the beft, and confequently not, defpair, without ftrong and manifelt reafons; carefully examining whatever tends to leffen my hopes of the public welfare."

That fome are poorer than others ever was and ever will be, and that many are naturally querulous and envious, is an evil as old as the world.

"Thefe general obfervations, and that men eat, and drink, and laugh, as they used to do, have encouraged me to try if I could alfo comfort others, being fatisfied myself, that the intereft and affairs of England are in no deplorable condition."

VOL. XI.

The Ancient English Wake. A Poem. By Mr. Jerningham. 4to. Richardfon.

In a defcriptive poem efpecial care fhould be taken that what fhould animate the fcene does not deftroy it. For this reafon a narrative fhould bear its proper epifodical proportion. It should never be the chief part of the defign, but its appendage.

How difgufting would be an enchanting landscape, obfcured, by placing an uninterefting object where its greatest beauties would otherwife difplay themselves.

The above obfervations are too applicable to this poem. The fubject was well chofen. The artift not wanting powers of delineation. But unhappily for the Ancient English Wake, its pleafing paftimes gives place to the introduction of a tale which engroffes the chief of this otherwise well written poem.

We extract the following as the moft interefting lines relative to the title. We allow the compliment at the end on Scotch Mufic is juft, but the time of applying it rather rude than judicious.

Fam'd CHESTER, now returning from the fane,
Surveys the tents gay-fpreading o'er the plain;
Beneath whofe roof the merchant-band difplay'd
The cheerful fcenery of active trade:
While fome intent on wealth, with sober view,
The graver purport of the fair pursue ;
Some of a free and roving mind partake
The lighter callings of the bufy Wake;

Thefe urge the prefent feer, deep-vers'd in fate,
Some paffage of their ftory to relate:
There the fond maid, folicitous to know
Some future inftance of her joy or woe,
Attends, half-unbelieving, half fincere,
To the vague dictates of the artful feer.
Some by the travel'd pilgrim take their ftand,
To hear the wonders of a foreign ftrand;,
While others, fmitten with the love of fong,
Around the minstrel's harp attentive throng.
Of war and daring chiefs the master sung,
While from the chords terrific founds he flung:
At length defcending from his lofty mood,
The feeling bard a milder theme purfued,
And gently wak'd thofe foft, complaining tones,
So dear to melody which Scotland owns.

Epiftola