House; to which Mr. Grattan made During Lord Townshend's admian evasive reply.

niftration, Mr. Flood fought a Mr: Most people here are of opinion, Agar, near Kilkenny, and fairly killed that matters are gone too far between his antagonist. Mr. Agar received these two gentlemen, ever to be com the ball in his forehead, and immedipleatly decided in any other place than ately expired. The quarrel was about the field; and it is even confidently the election for Callan; and Mr. àsserted, that the necessary arrange

Flood, who took his trial on the ocments are already made for a decilive casion, was honourably acquitted. meeting on the continent.




Art. I. Mr. Hoole's Translation of And now begins such feats of boundless rage, Orlando Furioso.

As, far and near, th'astonish'd world engage.

" His sword he left, else had his dreadful hand (Concluded from Page 206.)

With blood and horror fill'd each wasted land; N our laft, we quitted Orlando, Taflilt his strength, that every strength exceeis.

But little, pole-ax, sword, or mace, he needs in the first stage of his madness; First his huge grasp a lofty pine up-tears we shall now proceed to the more Sheer by the roots; the like another fares active state of his insanity.

Of equal growth; as easy round him strow'd,

As lowly wedds, or shrubs, or dwarfish wood. • Through the Atill night, the earl from thade Vast oaks and elms before his fury fall; to fhade,

The stately fir, tough ath, and cedar tall. Thus lonely rov'd; and, when the day display'd As when a fowler for the field prepares Its twilight gleam, chance to the fountain led His sylvan warfare; ere he spreads his snares, His wandering course, where first his fate he read From stubble, reeds, and furze, th'obstructed land *In fond Medoro's strains the fight awakes Around he clears: no less Orlando's hand His torpid sense, each patient thought forsakes Levels the trees that long had tower'd above, "His maddening breast, that rage and hatred For rolling years the glory of the grove! breathes;

The rustic swain's that mid the woodland fhade And from his fide he swift the sword unsheaths. Heard the loud crash, forsook their flocks, that He hews the rock, he makes the letters fly;

stray'd The shatter'd fragments mount into the sky: Without a shepherd, while their masters flere Hapless the cave, whose stones, the trees, whose rind To learn the tumult, and the wonder view." Bear with Angelica Medoro join'd; From that curs'd day no longer to receive, Mr. Hoole observes, in a note, that And flocks or swains with cooling shade relieve; While that fair fountain, late so filvery pure,

few passages in any author excel this Remain'd as little from his arm fecure:

which we have just transcribed:' and Together boughs and earthen clods he drew,

it is surely needless,' continues he, Crags, stones, and trunks, and in the waters threw; to point out to the reader of taste Peep to its bed, with ooze and mud he spoild and discernment, the pathos and fire The murmuring current, and its spring defild.

of the poet; whether we contemplate His limbs, now moiíten'd with a briny tide, When ftrength no more his fenfelcss wrath sup- his hero in the first dawn of his jeaply'd,

lousy, or through the gradual proProne on the turf he funk, unnerv'd and spent, gress of this passion, in which, while All motionless, his looks on Heav'n intent, he seems to fly from conviction, he Stretch'd without food or feep; while thrice the sun finds, by a train of concurrent cirHad stay'd, and thrice his daily course had run. The fourth dire morn, with frantic rage poffeít,

cumstances most artfully brought toHe rends the armour from his back and breaft: gether, the truth forced upon him, Here lies the helmet, there the bofly shield, till at length he breaks out into a Cuishes and cuirass further spread the field; frenzy that closes the book with wonAnd all his other arms, at random ftrow'd,

derful sublimity!' In divers parts he scatters through the wood; Then from his body strips the covering vest,

But, however sublime the close of And bares his linewy limbs and hairy chelt; this description may be in the origi


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nal, candour itfelf must acknowledge The scatter'd harness; how his vest he renty. that the concluding lines of this trans

And to the ground his fatal falchion sent;

How tries he rooted, while the woods around, lation are to the latt degree tame and

And cavern'd rocks, re-echo'd to the sound: infipid.

Till rustic swains, to where the tumult spread, Indeed, fo far are we from allow. Their grievous fins, or cruel planets led. ing this wonderful fublimity!' to As nearer now the madman they bcheld, wards the conclusion of the book,

Whofefeats of strength all humanstrengthexcellid; that we almoft feel ourselves disposed Such fudden fears distracted every fenfe.

Theyturn'dtofly; but knew hot where,nor whence; to find fault with Ariosto himself, for Swift he pursu'd, and one who vainly fled introducing such an indifferent fimile He seiz'd, and from the shoulders rent the head*.. to embellish what might otherwise Easy, as from the stalk, or tender shoot, not have been defective in grandeur, The lifeless body by the leg he took,

A peasant crops the flower, or plucks the fruit; as that of the fowler clearing a small And, as a club against his fellows shook. Spot of land" from Aubble, reed, and Two stretch'd on earth in lasting sumber lay, furzes, to spread his snares: , and we Perchance to rise not till the judgment-day: like it the less, as it bears too close an

The rest were soon dispers'd on every fide,

So well advis’d their rapid feet they ply'd; analogy to that of the poor bird,

Nor had the madman loiter'd to pursue, caught ' in the fraudful gin or vif But on their herds with headlong speed he flew. cous snare,' near the beginning of the The labouring hinds the peril near furvey'd, preceding extract; and which is also, And left their ploughs, with all the rural trade, in our opinion, by no means adequate Of fcythes and spades, while, feiz’d with pate af

fright, to the subject it should illustrate,

One climbs a roof, and one the temple's height, however beautiful in itfelf.

(Since elms and oaks avail not;) trembling there, But our readers will probably be They view the dreadful havoc from afar. better pleased with some farther ex

Before his fury steeds and oxen yield; tracts from Ariosto’s poem, than with And fwift the courser that escapes the field.

"Now might ye hear in every village rise our impertinent remarks on a bard

Tumultuous clamours, blending human cries

With ruftic horns and pipes; while echo'd round, . Born every law of fystem to disown,

The pealing bellsfrom neighbouring steeple, sound, And rule by Fancy's boundless power alone.'

* All seize such weapons as the time provides,

Bows, Nings, and staves; and down the mountain's We shall therefore proceed to give a fides farther account of the progress of Or A thousand rush; while, from the dells below, lando's madness, as translated by Mr. As many swarm against a single foe. Hoole.

As when the tide appears the shore to lave,

The southern wind impelling wave on wave, I told, how from his limbs Orlando drew Scarce curls the first, the second deeper swells, Furious his arms, and o'er the forest threw And this the third with rifing force excels;

*"Here begins the description of the extravagant and ludicrous feats performed by Orlando in his Madness, which passages of our author Cervantes seems to ridicule, when he represents Don Quixote in the sable mountain, debating whether he shall imitate the melancholy frenzy of Amadis de Gaul, or the more boisterous fury of Orlando.

“Have I not told you,” said Don Quixote, “ that I defign to imitate Amadis, acting here the despe. rado, the senseless, and the madman: at the same time copying the valiant Don Orlando, when he found, by the side of a fountain, fome indications that Angelica the Fair had difhonoured herself with Medoro; at grief whereof he ran mad, tore up trees by the roots, disturbed the waters of the crytal fprings, New the shepherds, destroyed flocks, fired cottages, demolished houses, dragged marès on the ground, and did an hundred thousand other extravagancies, worthy to be recorded and had in eternal remembrance. And supposing that I do not intend to imitate Roldan, or Orlando, or Rotelando, (for he had all these three names) in every point, and in all the mad things he acted, said, and thought, I will make a sketch of them the best I can, in what I judge the most essential. And, perhaps, I may fatisfy myself with only copying Amadis, who, without playing any mischievous pranks, by weepings and tendernesses, arrived to as great a fame as the best of them all."

Jarvis's Don QUIXOTE, Vol. I. B.ji, C.11. “Though much of the satire in the above citation must be allowed to be just, and though most of the actions recorded of Orlando in his madness may be given up to all the severity of criticism; yet no part of the description in the foregoing book, notwithstanding leveral of the circumstances are unfairly included in the ridicule of Cervantes, can be censured by any discerning reader; but let the whole of the paffage be tried by the standard of truth and nature, and compared with whatever is excellent of the kind in ancient or modern poetry, and surely Ariosto will not lose by the comparison.'

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Till more and more the victor-flood afcends, To break his fah; and now, unhurt, be food,
And o'er the sands his liquid fcourge extends.

Save that his face the bramble's greeting thew'd,
Th'increasing throngs Orlando thus affail, That raz'd the fkin, and drew the purple blood.
Pour down the hill, and issue from the vale. • His fallow leiz'da jutting crag, and sprung

* Ten wretches first, then other ten he flew, To scale the rock; but while alaft he clung,
That near his hand in wild disorder drew. The madman, on his swift destruction bent,
None from his fated skin could draw the blood; Grasp?d either leg; these at his arms extent
His skin unhurt each weapon's stroke withstood; He ftraind afunder, till, with dreadful force,

Tohim such wond'rous grace the King of Heaven He tore in bloody halves the panting corse.
To guard his faith and holy church had given. Thus, for his bird, the falconer oft prepares
Could aught of mortal risk Orlando's life, The living meal, when limb from limb he tears
Great were his risk in this unequal ftrifer: The fowl or heron, destin'd for his food,
Then had he miss'd the mail he late unbracid, With entrails warm, and fleth distilling blood.
And miss?d the falchion which aside he cast. Thrice happy he that in the vale beneath
"The crowds, that view'd each weapon aim'din Surviv'd a fall that threaten'd instant death:

This wondrous chance he made to others knowa,
With backward-fteps retreated from the plain; Which Turpin to our age delivers down.
When mad Orlando, who no further thought, Such deeds, and many fartranscending thoughts
The ruftic dwellings of a hamlet fought:

The madman, as he pass”d themountain, wrought,
All thence were fled; yet there in plenteous store Till, wandering far, defcending to the plain,
He found such food as suits the village poor, Hereach'd at length the southern bounds of Spain,
Of homely kind—but prest with pining fast And bent his course along the sea, that laves
On roots or bread his eager hands he cait; . Fair Teracona's ftrand with briny waves.
Greedy alike devour'd whace'er he saw, There, with strange schemes his brain distemper’d
Or savoury viands bak'd, or morfels raw.

Then through the country round, with rapid pacey He meant a dwelling on the beach to build,
To man and beast alike he gave the chace; A shelter from the sun; and, cover’d o'er
Through the deep covert of the tangled wood With parching fand, upon the burning shore
The nimble goat or light-foot deer pursu'à. Conceal’d he lay; when lo! the princely dame
Oft on the bear and tusky boar he fiew,

Of rich Cathay with her Medoro came.
And, with his single arm, in combat New; These, late espouz'd, by fortune thither brought;
Then with their Aesh, his favage fpoils of fight, From the steep height the Spanish borders fought,
Insatiate gorgʻd his ravenous appetite.'

Th’unthinking damsel near Orlando drew,
Who, fave his head, lay buried deep from view,

The squalid look her frantic lover wore,
"Wild were the thought t'attempt in tuneful No memory wak'd of him the knew before;

For since the time his frenzy had begun,
The madness of Orlando to rehearse:

He wander'd, naked, in the shade or sun:
Such various feats-their number would excel, His tawny members feem'd to speak his birth
What leisure could describe, or tongue could tell. In hot Sienna, or the sultry earth
A few I chuse that best befit my song;

Where Amon's fane in Garamantia stood,
A few that to my story, best belong:

Or those steep hills whence Nile derives his food:
Nor will I fail the wonder to recite

Deep in the socket funk each gloomy eye,
Wrought near Tolofa on Pyrene's height. His visage pale, his features lean and dry:

O'er many a tract of land the ear} had past, His uncomb'd hair in fearful elfocks hung;
And reach'd the range of craggy hills at last, His fqualid beard was matted, thick, and long.
That sever France from Spain; whose lofty head Soon as Angelica, with startled look,
Receives the beams by evening Phæbus ihed. The madman view'd, through ev'ry joint the
Here, while he pac'd along a narrow way,

That o'er a deep tremendous valley lay,

She shook with fear, while loud to Heaven he Two village lads he met, who drove before

cry'd, A laden ass, that wint'ry fuel bore.

And calls for succour to her trusty guide:
These, when they view'd the hapless champion, loft When mad Orlando view'd that lovely face,
To every sense, as in their path he crost,

As if by instinct, starting from his place,
Aloud they call'd, and, threatening,bade him leave He gaz'd, and with an idiot joy beheld
The middle track, and free the pallage give. Those heavenly charms that every charm excell'd:
Orlando to their threats no word return'd, Though all reflection that she once poffeís d
But with his foot, beneath the belly, spurn'd His soul's dear love, was banish'd from his breat.
Thewretched beast, with strength beyond compare, He fees; he likes and what he likes pursues:
And, rais'd from earth, dismiss'd to foar in air; So the staunch hound, amid the tainted dews,
Thence on the summit of a hill he fell

Winds his feet prey: the youth who view'd his
That rear'd its head a mile beyond the dell.

The youths he next affail'd: one less discreet Thus closely prest, behind the madman came
Than happy, chanc'd a strange escape to meet; With trampling courser; and, to rage inflamd,
For, struck wiih terror, from the hanging steep, Against his back the glittering weapon aim'd.
Twice thirty feet, he took a vent'rous leap: Sheer through his neck he thought to drive the
A thorny bush against the clif's rough lide

That in the mid-way grew, its aid supply'd But found the wondrous Aelh no país afford.


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Orlando felt the sword; and, turning round, Orlando, than with the more classical With hand, unarm’d, laid lifeless on the ground

merits of the Jerusalemi' Medoro's steed-then haiten'd to pursue The trembling damsel that before him fiew,

To each of the five volumes there That spurr'd her mare, whole pace had seem'd too is a Frontispiece, the first designed by flow,

Angelica Kauffman; the second and Though like an arrow from the well-ftrung bow. third by Stothard, who is himself a But now the call’d her last resource to mind,

genuine Ariosto; the third by Mr. C. Her wond'rous ring, which still she us'd to find Her fure defence, which, held between her lips,

Metz; and the fourth by Mr. W. Conceal'd her person with a strange eclipse:

Hamilton. As Mrs. Kauffman's beau. The charm she try'd, and vanish'd from the fight, tiful design is engraved by BartoAsavith the whistling blaft th' extinguish'd light. lozzi, we need hardly mention that it Then, whether fear, or whether eager halte

is executed with great taste; the first Th’affrighted damsel in her seat displac'd; Qc whether then her mare ill-fated, fell

of Mr. Stothard's frontispieces is very By sudden trip--'tis doubtful here to tell: respectably engraved by Collyer; and But while the ring fhe from her finger drew, compleat justice has been done to Mr. And, in her mouth difpos'd, conceal'd from view

Metz's pleasing design by the masterly Her lovely form, the stirrups from her feet

execution of Mr. Heath. She loft, and tumbled headlong from her seat: And had the nearer fall'n, the madman's arm

There is likewise a tolerably good, Had surely seiz’d and wrought her further harm.' but very small, Head of Ariosto, to Mr. Hoole published, in the year a print of the Poet's Chair and Ink

face his Life, engraved by Hall; with 1773, the first ten books of his tranf

ftandish. Jation of Orlando Furioso, by way of fpecimen; together with a Preface,

Nor must we forget to inention the and the Life of Ariosto, both which first attracted our notice; viz. the

very important embellishment which articles are now considerably enlarged Head of the Translator himself, with and improved. He has now likewise spectacles on nose,' executed in such a given a general view of Boyardo's style of elegance, by an ingenious Story, as connected with Ariosto; which, indeed, is highly necessary to young man of the name of Smith, as be understood previous to the perufal actually to put poor Ariofto out of of the latter.

In a Poftfcript, Mr. Hoole makes faith the Preacher: vanity of vanities; his acknowledgments to a variety of gentlemen, for encouragement and aslistance; among these names, we ART. II. An Inquiry into fome Pasfind the late Mr. Garrick, Dr. War. Jages in Dr. Johnson's Lives of the ton of Winchester, Mr. Thomas War. Poets: particularly his Observations ton, Dr. Burney, and Dr. Johnson; on Lyric Poetry, and the Odes of Gray. with the following, no doubt, just By Ř. Potter. 4to. 2s.6d. Dodsley, tribute to the late Dr. Hawkesworth, which may serve to account for the HE clamour raised against Dr. very material difference between the * Johnson, for his strictures on the present translation and some former Odes of Mr. Gray, has long since sufworks published by Mr. Hoole. ficiently occupied the attention of the

• In the late Dr. Hawkesworth I public; and most persons of taste and have found reason to regret the loss of judgment have probably formed an opione, whose taste and friendship I had nion on the subject. Indeed, few who formerly experienced in my version come under this description, would be of Tassó, and which would have been at all influenced by an Inquiry conJenfibly felt in the present publication; ducted in so unhandsome a manner as he saw the first part of the foregoing the present, whatever real argument it translation, and gave me every en- might contain. couragement, declaring himself more That our readersmay judge fairly of ftruck with the wild beauties of the the impropriety in Mr. Potter's man.


ner, we shall make a few short extracts with such outrage and indecency, we for their inspection.

can only conjecture from this observa1. ' The present age owes much to tion, “ there must be a certain sympathe vigorous and manly understanding thy between the book and the reader, of Dr. Johnson.'

to create a good liking.” Now it is 2. Dr. Johnson has the feelings of certain that the critic has nothing of humanity warm at his honest heart.'

this sympathy, no portion nor fenfe of After these eulogiums of Mr. Potter, that vivida vis animi, that etherial to gain credit for impartiality, he thus flame whichi animates the poet; he is politely treats the person who well merits therefore as little qualified to judge of them from a purer pen.

these works of imagination, as the fhiMentioning the manner in which vering inhabitant of the caverns of the Dr. Johnson speaks of the lady who is North to form an idea of the glowing the fubject of Hammond's Love Ele- sun that flames over the plains of Chili." gies, he says

And, left all this should not appear 3. An old Goth would not have fufficiently contemptuous and gross, been guilty of such an indelicacy.' Mr. Potter has, in a note, thought it 4.

A candid writer will not record necessary to make the following very every idle tale he hears, which reflects liberal Épigram. dishonour on a great and good charac

Similes habent labra lectucas. ter; but when he is assured that the tale is false, it becomes his duty, as an " Yon Ass in vain the flowery lawns invite; honest man, to retract it; Dr. Johnson To mumble thistles his fupreme delight. had this assurance from the most ho

Such is the Critic, who with wayward pride

To Blackmore gives the praise to Pope denied; nourable authority.'

Wakes Yalden's embers, joys in Pomfrets l'ay, 5: The want of a good taste in a But fickens at the heav'n-strung lyre of Gray.' professed critic is a mental blindness which totally incapacitates him for the

Blush! blush! Mr. Potter. Is this discharge of the high' office he has af- the stile proper to be adopted, in adsumed; but the want of good-manners dressing a man' to whose vigorous anit is an offence against those laws of deco- manly understanding the present age owes rum which, by guarding the charities much;' and rubo has the feelings of hata of society, render our intercourse with manity warm at his honest heart each other agreeable: yet there is in

At the end of this Inquiry, (the whole fome persons å blind and Turly humour, of which happily takes up only thirtywhich prides itself in despising these two pages) Mr. Potter has given a translaws of civility; and often, with an

lation of the Ninth Pythian Ode of Pinaukward affectation of pleasantry, they dar; and, to those who are fond of afplay their rude gambols to make mirth, fected and unnatural transpositions, tur and

gid diction, and a bold disdain of the

tackles of grammatical propriety, the • Wallowing unwieldy, enormous in their gait; përufal of it may furnish a' molt agreeTempeft the occan.'

able treat. 6. Whether the poet has used the This Ode consists of two hundred and . words warp and woof with propriety, ten lines, and is divided into five parts; we shall be able to judge when Dictio- the first of which, we apprehend, in nary-makers hall have settled the pre- fpite of all the merit of the excellent cife meaning of those terms; in the mean original, will be quite enough for mot time, the public probably will not think of our readers. itself deeply interested in the question.

7. “What could induce Dr. Johnson, High the willing song I raise, who as a good man might be expected to The deep-zon'd Graces aid the Arain favour goodness, as a scholar to be can Tunid to the Pythian victor's praise, did to a man of learning, to attack


brazeri shield borné o'er the plain. this excellent person and poét (Gray] Fam'a for her manag'd coursers

gen'rous race.

Bleft youth, Cyrene's pride and gracey VOL. III.



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