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sure, our author received the after-stroke of the Pupil of Pleasure, (wherein all his Lordship's fimulating maxims were printedly personified, and practically exploded) so, in military transactions, now that we are glutted with politics, he marks out to us the tracts of human blood in so new and moving a manner, in colourings so bold, and in language fo eloquent, that pity seems to take part with policy, and the struggles of the patriot and the parent, the lover, and the hero, alternately plead before us.

In justice to so remarkable and novel a performance, aś Happily conceived as ingenioufly executed, we have already extended our comment beyond the usual length, and must, therefore, postpone any specimen of the work till our next Review ; although, not wholly to disappoint our readers' expectations, we faalt present them with fome verses written by the hero, Mr. Hammond, to Emma Corbett, with a present of some PENS, given by the former previous to his going abroad. As they are detached, they will not interfere with any future extracts which we may be tempted to make ; at the same time that we persuade ourselves that our readers will not be unthankful for our insertion of these. " Verses from Mr. Hammond to Emma, with a present of some Pensg

given at parting.

I.
* Go, ingenious artists, to her,

All ambitious to be preft;
Dear disclosers of sensation !
Agents of the gentle breatt.

II.
Whiter than your whitest feather,

Is the hand which you'll embrace;
Yet more white the fair affection,
Whose emotions you shall trace.

İN.
Go, and take a charge upon you,

Paffing tender, paling dear;
Oh, the trust you bear is wondrous!
Gentle agents, be fincere.

IV.
Every faered secret making,

Gods! how precious ye will prove
Softelt fympathies imparting,
Are ye not the plumes of Love?

V. When

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When firft floating on the river,

Lovely was your limpid ways
Lovely was the filver furface,
Lovely, was your wat'ry play

VI,
But for pastime ftill more lovely,

Your sweet feathers now 1 send;
What fo lovely, prithee tell me,

As the service of a friend ?

VII.

Faithful to the fair depofits,

Your leaft stroke shall reach my heart !
In its elegant recefles,
Shall be fix'd what you impart,

VIII.
Then, dear inkruments, I charge ye,

Often tempt my Emma's eyes ;
Bid her press your downy feathers,
Bid her speed the soft replies,

IX.
Not the plumes, which line her pillow,

Half so delicate thall prove;
(When, all kind her pulses tremble)
As your downy fhafts of Love,

X.
Ye shall note her joy and anguishi,
Gentle agents,

be sincere !
Send me half each drop of forrow ; :

Rob me not of half each tear.

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Beauteous as the dews of morning,

When they bathe the lovely flow'r,
Are the lucid drops of Feeling,
When from fondness falls the show's,

XII.
Mark, I claim my juft divifon,

Mark, I promise just return;
Some of your white-wing'd asociates

Muft inform her how I moura,

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XIII. When

XIII.
When long leagues our persons sever,

Ye our wishes Thall convey;
Ye shall tell the pangs of parting,
Ye shall mark the meeting day.

XIV.
Save me, pow.rs ! that strike the pulses,

When invades the quick surprize,
Yonder comes the gentle Emma,
Hither she directs her eyes.

xv.
How the feather I am ufing

Trembles to the trembling heart!
Agents, here behold a pattern!
See a sample of your art.

XVI.
Thus to me were Emma writing,

(And her thoughts like Henry's kind)
Sympathy would shake each feather,
All expressive of the mind,

XVII.
Go ther, take this charge upon you,

Paffing tender, passing dear,
Oh, the charge you bear is wondrous !

Gentle agents, be sincere.

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The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B. now firf

colleEled with an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, in 2 vols. Rivington, &c.

The collector of the pieces now before us is T. Evans, bookseller in the Strand, who, like most Editors, is very lavish in his encomiurns on the merit of his author, and does not scruple to place him in the first rank of the poets of the present age. In order to justify this extraordinary declarațion he has written, or rather enlarged, memoirs formerly written, of Dr. Goldsmith, as he was out of courtesy called by his friends, for he certainly never had the diploma of doctor, nor was he ever admitted to administer physic to any of his own species. own species. In these memoirs the only new

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circumftances which we learn, are that young Goldsmith was admitted in Trinity college Dublin, as a fizer or servitor to wait upon the other students at their meals; that he travelled through some parts of Europe as a beggar, depending upon the powers of his flute for an eleemofinary meal; that his brother, who was as poor and hopeless as himself, gave up fame and fortune," which he never porsessed, and retired with an amiable wife to an income of forty pounds a year ; that “bis mind" (the Doctor's) not he, an entire stranger in London, was filled with the most gloomy apprehensions, in consequence of his embarassed situation ; and that “ the puba lication of his Traveller, his Vicar of Wakefield, and his History of England, was followed by the performance of his comedy of the Good-natured Man, and placed him in the first rank of the poets of the present age. ." How the publication of his Vicar of Wakefield, and his History of England, followed by the performance of his Good-natured Man, could give him this rank we are at a loss to determine; but we believe that Mr. Evans, being but a young author and a bookseller, was enlightened by the hopes of procuring a good sale of his good Doctor's works.

Besides all these wonders, we find that in a fit of poetical phrenzy he assaulted, in his own house, a certain bookseller, who unfortunately deranged a little the ceconomy of his brain, and would perhaps have totally demolished it, had it not been for the kind, and timely interposition, of our much lamented Co-adjutor, the late Dr. Kenrick, who, though attacked publicly and wantonly in the Chapter Coffee-house by Mr. Goldsmith, in a conversation with a gentleman well known in the literary world, and without any antecedent provocation, had still enough of the milk of human kindness in him to rescue our author from the fiery violence of his insulted antagonist. And here let us do justice to a character' that has been little understood, but much traduced. The late Dr. Kenrick, who had much acquired knowledge and more original genius, was not unconfcious of his own superior talents, and could not easily submit to affronts from persons whom he felt his inferiors as men, 'however prejudicial to his interest retaliation might prove. Accordingly, when he became the fubject of abuse to Mr. Goldsmith, he could not help occasionally expressing his contempt for an author, whole writings, conversation and person, so naturally excited ridicule, and who was acceptable in some literary societies only because he was the constant object of laughter.

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The same observation is applicable to his dispute with Mr. Garriek, who, though a great actor and a wit, had his weak fide, and could not endure Dr, Kenrick, because he was superior to that adulation, which the ears of his scenick majesty had been accustomed to hear. Far be it from us to attempt an entire justification either of Dr. Kenrick or Mr. Garrick in their quarrel. We know that cach was too hot and choleric, and allowed his resentment to exceed the bounds of moderation and decorum. We shall 'only remark that, as it was in Mr. Garrick's power to do an affential injury to his antagonist in theatrical matters, it is no wonder that Dr. Kenrick's breast was enflamed with the spirit of retaliation. The absurd predilection discovered by Mr. Garrick for the infamous author of some pitiful operas, afforded but too colourable a prea text for the attack. It is not that we credit the whispers of the day on that head, or that we think that from his long stay on the south of the Alps he had contracted the Italian vice. Notwithstanding his connection with Italians we never looked on the late Roscious as very classical ; and it would be very unfortunate, if neglecting their perfections he should have adopted the moft detestable of their imperfections as his own. He is no more ; peace be to his

With all his defects, and he had many, we shall pot easily look upon his like again,

Dr. Kenrick is here said to have asked pardon of Mr, Garrick in the public Newspapers. This is a misrepresentation; for the substance of his declaration was that he meant nothing personal, and that the whole was intended as a mere jeu d'esprit. The Editor says that the Doctor in a conversation with him, declared that he did it only to plague the fellow,' and that the Editor 'mever more conversed with such a man.” But who will pay much attention to a pragmatical Editor, who, in order to tarnish the memory of the deceased, betrays private conversation? If we may use a vulgar proverb, we would advise Mr. Evans, before he throws stones at the windows of another's house, to consider that his own is made of glass. Is he sure that his character is so immaculate as to render his company desirable; or that the cause of his having never afterwards conversed with Dr, Kenrick did not proceed inore from the Doctor's than from his antipathy?

Let us return to Mr, Evans's Memoirs of Goldsmith; from which we learn that he was subject to fits of despondence and gaming, with the arts of which he was very little

acquainted,

manęs.

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