the notes) are the following fhort dedi. cation and advertisement:

"To Madam MARY DE VICHI, Marchiones of Deffand.

"The Editor confecrates to you this edition, as a monument of his friendship, his admiration, and his respect; to you, whofe graces, wit, and tafte revive in the prefent age the age of Lewis XIV. and the charms of the author of thefe Memoirs."

Advertisement of the Editor concerning this new Edition.

"It is only my intention to give an edition of the Memoirs of the Count de Grammont more correct than the former: this fingular book needs no elogium: it is, in a manner, become a claffic in all the nations of Europe. The hiftory, which in general is true, is much embellished by the elegance of the ftyle. The proper names, which had been much mutilated by the first editors, are in this edition corrected. The confufion which was introduced in the hiftory of the two Hamiltons, the author and his brother, has also been rectified in the notes; the text has not been touched.

"The Editor wifhed to have added the portraits of the principal perfons; but, prevented by fome infurmountable difficulties, he confines himself to thofe of Mifs Hamilton [afterwards Countefs of Grammont], of the author, Count Anthony Hamilton, and of his hero, the Count de Grammont. Unfortunately, the two laft can only be known from pictures drawn in their old age. The only portrait of the Count de Grammont now in being is in the Hall of the Knights of the Holy Ghoft, at the Great Auguftines at Paris, of which the Editor has been permitted, by the Marquefs de Marigny, to have a copy taken. That of Hamilton is from his print, executed alfo in his latter years."

Of most of these heroes and heroines no refemblances doubtlefs remain; but we fee not what "difficulties" prevented his adding thofe, at leaft, of the Ducheffes of Richmond and Cleveland, and Mrs. Middleton, which are in the Gallery of Beauties at Windfor, as well as Mifs Hamilton. The notes, which are fuch as an Englishman only could have fupplied, greatly illuftrate the cha racters that figure in this French Atalantis, this amorous Hiftory of the diffolute court of Charles II.-Prefixed to this edition is a difcourfe, in profe and verfe, by Count Hamilton, on the difficulty of well reprefenting the Count de Grammont; and annexed is a table (or index) of the perfons introduced.

Philibert, Count de Grammont, was born 1619. "He had two daughters (we learn in a note), "one of whom GENT. MAG, December, 1783.

was an abbefs in Lorraine, and died "there in a very advanced age The "other, who in wit much refembled her "father, married the Earl of Stafford, "and died without iffue. She was "much connected with the celebrated "Lady Mary Wortley Montagu."

For fome memoirs of Count Hamilton, fee our XLIVth volume, p. 559; and for a fpecimen of the Memoirs of Grammont, vol. XLI. p. 446. Count de Grammont died Jan. 10, 1707.

166. The Village: A Poem. In Two Books. By the Rev. George Crabbe, Chaplain to bis Grace the Duke of Rutland, &c. 4to.

THIS poem, though on a hackneyed fubject, treats it very differently from the ancient and modern writers of pastoral, reprefenting only the dark fide of the landfcape, the poverty and mifery attendant on the peasant.-As a fpecimen of the author's manner and versification, we will exhibit,

1. his picture of a poor-house: "Theirs is yon houfe that holds the parish

poor,

Whofe walls of mud fcarce bear the broken door;

There, where the putrid vapours flagging play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day;

There children dwell, who know no parents' [there:

care;

Parents, who know no childrens love, dwell
Heart-broken matrons on their joylefs bed
Forfaken wives, and mothers never wed;
Dejected widows, with unheeded tears,
And crippled age with more than childhood
fears;

The lame,the blind,and (far the happiest they!)
The moping idiot, and the madman gay.”

2. of the parish apothecary: "Anon a figure enters, quaintly neat, All pride and bufinefs, bustle and conceit; With looks unalter'd by thefe fcenes of woe, With speed that, entering, fpeaks his hafte

to go:

He bids the gazing throng around him fly,
And carries fate and phyfic in his eye;
A potent quack, long vers'd in human ills,
Who firft infults the victim that he kills;
Whofe murd'rous hand a drowsy bench protect,
And whofe moft tender mercy is, neglect.

"Paid by the parish for attendance here, He wears contempt upon his fapient fneer; In hafte he feeks the bed where mifery lies, Impatience mark'd in his averted eyes; And fome habitual queries hurry'd o'er, Without reply, he ruthes on the door."

Qy. " to?"

And

And 3. of the parish priest:

prove

His title certain to the joys above;

For this he fends the murmuring nurse, who calls

The holy ftranger to thefe difmal walls:
And doth not be, the pious man, appear,

He, paffing rich, with forty pounds a-year"?

Ah! no, a fhepherd of a different ftock,
And far onlike him, feeds this little flock;
A jovi youth, who thinks his Sunday's tak
As much as God or man can fairly ak;
The rest he gives to loves and labours light,
To fields the morning, and to feats the night,
None better ski'd the no fy pack to guide,
To urge their chace, to cheer them or tochide;
Sure in his fhot, his game he feldom mist,
And feldom fail'd to win his game at Whist.
Then, while fuch honours bloom around his
head,

Shall he fit fadly by the fick man's bed,
To raife the hope he feels not, or with zeal
To combat fears that ev'n the pious feel?"

All, no doubt, well painted, and highly finished; but we hope not taken from

bute of gratitude to his memory. "His "author," he owns, "though he lived "and wrote in the reign of Auguftus "(for by the command of Auguftus,

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as he informs us, he compofed this "poem,) has infufed very sparingly

"the ftreams of Parnaffus into this lit"tle work." And it is remarkable, as Scaliger obferves, that "none of "the ancients now extant have men"tioned him." Yet this mutilated poem, which Mr. Burton compares to Abfyrtes, has its merit, and this edition variorum, which is much fuperior to any that has preceded it, will make the Aftronomicon more read and known.

168. Aurelia: or, The Conteft. An Heroi Comic Poem. in Four Cantos. By the A thor of "Modern Manners," 4to.

THIS writer treads, with fuccefs, in the flowery paths of Pope and Hayley. Adopting, like them, an ingenious machinery, he introduces a modern belle, under the influences of Azäel, or the demon of fashion, arrayed with all the charms that drefs, rouge, and cosmetics can beftow, and exerting all her arts to captivate one fex and eclipfe the other, but, in confequence of a lamentable difgrace incurred at a ball by the meltin of her varnish, recovering her reason, and, reformed by a vifionary remon ftrance from a fuperior Genius, difmiffing Azäel, and renouncing paint, cof metics, and the toys and follies of modifh life. This reformation, however, as it is owing to difappointment, is more poctical than moral.

The following is part of the fpeech of this fuperior or guardian Genius: "'Twas I that gave to DUDLEY's beauteous wife,

Whom MARY'S cruel hands depriv'd of life, A nobler fortitude than heroes reach,

Sweetness of foul beyond what mortals show, And virtue greater than the schools can teach, And piety like that which feraphs know. And now, in modern days, tho' rare to fee, Eehold accomplith'd beauty led by me, STREATFIELD, the learn'd, the gay, in blooming years

Forfakes the dance to dry a widow's tears: When hoary age her tutor's brows o'erspread, And ficknets bow'd his venerable head,

O'er the pale couch the hung with filial care, And plack'd the thorn difeafe had planted there.

"My voice infpires the cultivated mind, Whole poltb'd page infirects and charms *I was

mankind.

'Twas I directed CARTER's piercing eyes

To roll inquifitive through ftarry skies;
To her the lore of Grecian fchools I brought,
And rooted in her heart the truths fhe taught.
I to CHAPONE th' important tafk affign'd
To fmooth the temper, and improve the mind.
Thro' MORE I pointed to the paths of truth,
Andrais'd her voice to guide unthinking youth.
That fenfibility, ally'd to heaven,

That facred pen the boafts, by me were given:
I ftood, a favouring Mate, by BURNEY'S fide,
To lafh unfeeling Wealth and tubborn Pride,
Soft Affectation, infolently vain,
And wild Extravagance with all her fweep-
ing train;---

Led her that modern Hydra to engage,
And point a HARRELL to a madd'ning age:
Then bade the moralift, admir'd and prais'd,
Fly from the loud applaufe her talent rais'd.
Ev'n MONTAGU my aiding hand mult own,
That plac'd her high on Learning's polifh'd
throne,

That taught her arm the critic fpear to wield,

Foil'd the fly Gaul, and drove him from the field:

I bade her liberal care receive, caress
That struggling merit which the proud deprefs,
That bathful want, which, bending to the
fave."

grave,

Shrinks from the pitying hand held out to

And chilling dews fwept thro' the murky Along the hills the difmal tempeft howl'd, And light'nings flath'd, and deep the thunder roll'd;

Beneath a leaflefs tree, ere morn arofe,

The flave ADALA thus laments his woes:· "Ye grifly spectres, gather round my feat, "From caves unbleft, that wreiches groans "repeat!

"Terrific forms from mifty lakes arise! "And bloody meteors threaten through the "fkies !

"Oh! curs'd deftroyers of our hapless race, Of human-kind the terror and difgraçe!

"Lo! hofts of dufky captives, to my view, "Demand a deep revenge! demand their .<< due! [the gloom,

"And frowning chiefs now dart athwart "And o'er the falt-fea wave pronounce your " doom[forbear,

"But Gods are juft, and oft the ftroke "To plunge the guilty in tenfold defpair. "Lift high the fcourge, my foul the rack "difdains,

"I pant for freedom and my native plains "With limbs benumb'd my poor com"panions lie;

Oppreis'd by pain and want the aged figh: "Thro' reedy huts the driving tempeft pours; "Their feftering wounds receive the fickly "fhow'rs: fenfes fleep,

"In madd'ning draughts our lords their "And doom their flaves to ftripes and death " in fleep; [head,

"Now, while the bitter blaft furrounds my Far, far beyond the azure hills, to groves "To times long past my reftlefs foul is led, Of ruddy fruit, where beauty fearless "roves

"O blifsful feats! O felf-approving joys! "Nature's plain dictates! ignorance of vice! "O guiltless hours! Our cares and wants were few,

"No arts of luxury, or deceit, we knew ; "Our labour fport-to tend our cottage care, "Or from the palm the lufcious juice pre

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pare;

"To fit, indulging love's delufive dream, "And fnare the filver tenants of the stream; "Or (nobler toil) to aim the deadly blow, "With dextrous art, against the spotted "foe;

"O days, with youthful daring mark'd!"'twas then

[den; "I dragg'd the fhaggy moufter from his "And boldly down the rocky mountain's "fide [tide; "Hurl'd the grim panther in the foaming "Our healthful sports a daily feast afford, "And ev'n ftill found us at the facial board. "Can I forget? Ah me the fatal day, "When half the vale of peace was fwept " away! [implore, "Th' affrighted maids in vain the Gods "And weeping view from far the happy "fhore; [ferze, "The frantic dames impatient ruffians "And infants thriek, and clafp theic

"While by difeafe and chains the weak "expire,

[fire. "Or, parch'd, endure the flow confuming "Who in this land of many griefs would live, "Where death's the only comfort tyrants "give? [command, "Tyrants unbleft! Each proud of ftrict "Nor age nor fick nefs holds the iron hand; "Whofe hearts, in adamant involv'd, defpife [cries; The drooping females tears, the infants From whofe ftern brows no grateful look "e'er beams, [thames. "Whofe blufhiefs front nor rape nor murder 06- Nor all I blame, for NARBAL, friend to peace, [ceafe *; "Thro' his wide paftures bids oppreffion "No drivers goad, no galling fetters bind, "Nor fern compulfion damps th' exalted "mind,

"There ftrong ARCONA's fated to enjoy "Domeftic fweets, and rear his progeny; "To till his glebe employs ARCONA's care, To NARBAL's God he nightly makes his prayer; [boaft"His mind at ease, of Chriftian truths he'll "He has no wife, no lovely offspring, loft. Gay his SAVANNAH blooms, while mine appears [and tears. "Scorch'd up with heat, or moift with blood Cheerful his hearth in chilling winter ❝ burns, [mourns. "While to the ftorm the fad ADALA "Lift high the fcourge, my foul the rack difdains;

"I pant for freedom and my native plains!

"Shall I his holy prophet's aid implore, "And wait for justice on another fhore? "Or, rushing down yon mountain's craggy " steep,

End all my forrows in the fullen deep? A cliff there hangs in yon grey morning cloud, [loud "The dashing wave beneath roars harth and But doubts and fears involve my anxious "mind: [we find? "The gulph of death once pafs'd, what thore "Dubious, if, fent beyond th' expanded ❝ main, [again; "This foul fhall feek its native realms "Or if in gloomy mifts condemn'd to lie, "Beyond the limits of yon arching fky,. "A better prospect oft my spirit cheers, "And in my dreams the vale of peace ap66 pears,

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"And fleeting vifions of my former life, "My hoary fire I clafp, my long-loft wife, "And oft I kifs my gentle babes in fleep,

Till with the founding whip I'm wak'd

4.to weep.

"Lift high the fcourge, my foul the rack ,"difdains;

I pant for freedom and my native plains! "Chiefs of the earth, and monarchs of [free;

"the fea,

"Who vaunt your hardy ancestors were

*The Quakers in Amèrica have fet free

"Whofe teachers plead th' oppreff'd and "injur'd's caufe,

[laws; "And prove the wisdom of your prophet's To force and fraud if juftice must give place, [race, "You're dragg'd to flavery by fome rougher "Some rougher race your flocks fhall force "away, [obey, "Like Afric's fons your children must "The very Gods that view our conftant toil, "Shall fee your offspring till a ruder foil; "The pain of thirst and pinching hunger [How. "And all the torments that from bondage "When, far remov'd from Chriftian worlds, "we prove [love. "The fweets of peace, the lafting joys of

❝ know,

"But hark! the whip's harth echo thro' "" the trees! [feize"On every trembling limb fresh "horrors Alas! tis morn, and here I fit alone"Be ftrong my foul, and part without a groan! [[werve! "Ruffians proceed! ADALA ne'er fhall "Prepare the rack, and strain each acting "nerve! [difdains; "Lift high the fcourge, my foul the rack "I pant for freedom and my native plains! "Thou God, who gild'st with light the rifing day!

"Who life difpenfeft by thy genial ray! "Will thy flow vengeance never, never fall, "But undistinguish'd favour shine on all ? "O hear a fuppliant wretch's laft, fad "prayer!

"Dart fierceft rage! infect the ambient air a "This pallid race, whose hearts are bound ❝in fteel,

"By dint of suffering teach them how to feel. "Or, to fome defpot's lawless will be"tray'd, [have made! Give them to know, what wretches they "Beneath the lafh let them refign their "breath, [of death. "Or court, in chains, the clay-cold hand "Or, worst of ills! within each callous breaft,

"Cherish, uncurb'd, the dark internal peft, "Bid av'rice fwell with undiminith'd rage, "While no new worlds th' accuffed thirft

"affwage;

"Then bid the monfiers on each other turn, "The fury paffions in diforder burn;

"Bid difcord flourish, civil crimes increase, "Nor one fond with arife that pleads for " peace[hur'd, ""Till with their crimes, in wild confufion "They wake t'eternal anguish in a future "world."

ELOGIUM ON CAPT. COOK.

From the French of the Abbé DE LISLE.
(See p. 1034).

NIVE, give me flowrs, with garlands of [crowni

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her fervants.

Who

Who nobly fought on diftant coafts to find, Orthither bore those arts that bless mankind; Thee chief, brave Cook, o'er whom, to na. ture dear,

With Britain Gallia drops the pitying tear;
To foreign climes and rude, where nought
before
[roar,
Announc'd our veffels but their cannons
Far other gifts thy better mind decreed,
The sheep, the heifer, and the fately fteed;
The plough, and all thy country's arts; the
crimes

Atoning thus of earlier favage times,
With peace each land thy bark was wont

to hail,

And tears and bleffings fill'd thy parting fail. Receive a ftranger's praife; nor, Britain, thou [brow, Forbid thefe wreaths to grace thy hero's Nor fcorn the tribute of a foreign fong, For Virtue's fons to every land belong: And fhall the Gallic Mufe difdain to pay The meed of worth, when Lewis leads the way?

[try But what avail'd, that twice thou dar'dit to The froft-bound fea, and twice the burning fky, [ver'd, That by winds, waves, and every realm reSafe, only fafe, thy facred veffels fteer'd; That war for thee forgot its dire commands? The world's great friend, ah ! bleeds by favage [fate, Fierce fons of Britain, who lament his With his ambition fir'd, be truly great; Why o'er your equals feek defpotic sway? Biefings, not bondage, let your fleets convey. Her brows adorn'd with laurels 'cull'd by France,

hands.

Victoria now bids tardy Peace advance.

Defcend, O lovely Peace! fo long implor'd, Come, let thy prefence, to the world reftor'd, Adorn thefe fcenes, the fubject of my lays; From various states one happy nation raife; To fields, to billows, plenty, commerce give, Calm both the worlds, and bid fair fcience live! W. J. D.

Delighted, under change of clime,
With change of founds in prose or rhime.
O'er foreign words their right is clear
They think, to mold them to their ear.
Where's then the harm, if with the many
Say Zoffany, tho' he's Zoffánii?

EPITAPH IU M.
DAN. WATSON,.

Scholæ Hertfordienfis alumnus,
Ob. 21° Oct. 1783, annos 17 natus.
Omnibus en, lector, juvenis luctu memo-
randa

Ingenium, virtus, ingenuufque decor!
Temperie lætantis mufarum graviorum,
Felix qui poteris tua nofcere ruris amona,
Fontes antiquos quifquis adire voles,
Dicere cui legi fedula paret apis;
Si patris, o fi matris dulcem fentis amorem,
Injuffus doleas nempe dolere lubens.

IN OBITUM EJUSDEM.
NEC te marmoreum tenet fepulchrum,
Nec vano ad gelidam domum tumultu,
Te, dilecte puer, fecuta turba eft,
Anget fed tacitus, dolorque fævus
Imo a pectore reddidit tributum
Felici ingenio, indolique fuaví.
Dormis jam placidè labore fun&tus,
Dum, defiderio pio coacta,
Virtus atque pudor tuas decorâ
Afpergent lachrymâ diu favillas.

(An English translation is requested.)

ADELPHI, WESTMONAST. ALUMN, PROLOGUS.

Quis, Gallo, propriâ plus levitate valet ? Scilicet in cælum Gallus fi fuperis ibit

A capite ad calcem.-Græculus efuriens! Nemo hic fublimi fertur per inane volatro

Ni fors excuffe meffus ad aftra fua. [quam; Cedite vos, Britones, pudeat nec cadere nunSit Britonum famam conciliare fugâ Tu, Galle, utaris (tibi enim conceffa poteftas) Ocyus æthereâ quæque notat plagâ. Mox etiam fperes lunam explorare vagantemQuid lunâ geftum, maxima cura, viris! Illic qui cultus, urbes, morefque notabis

Et referas, lunâ fi qua theatra funt! Harum noftrarum fcenarum denique tædetDeportandum aliquid forftan i de novi lSponte folet Phoebus noftro arridere Theatro Cum fratre hic adfit dénique luna foror!