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• She looked at me with a face of " look little to draw back, and con. furprize, delight, and almost adora- r6 fess he is
• There, Jack, is a subject to laugh “ God bless your honour!” she over; I shall be happy if it entertains cried the big tears of gratitude you.' standing in her eyes,
" the unborn • shall pray for you!!!
She decamped that very evening, ART. VI. Peggy and Patty; or, The with her bundle; and I had the plea- Sisters of Abdale. 4 vols. Small sure to hear they were married, to 8vo. ios. Dodsley. their great joy, the day after her arrival at Plymouth.
HE general outlines of the story The dinner was called for: the of Peggy and Patty are these company fell to heartily; and Church The two eldest daughters of a poor and King went round briskly. Cumbrian curate, at the ages
of sixteen * My uncle, brim-full of my fifter's and seventeen, being fent for by Mrs. marriage and India, began to dis. Bennet, an alluent relation in the meplay his learning to the company by tropolis, who has engaged to procure an account of the east; and said, the each of them a respectable service, proMogul was a Gentoo, who never ceed unprotected, and alone, in the killed a flea, though he caught it Carlisle stage. On the road they are fucking him, for fear he should dis- joined by Mr. Jackall, the infernal purlodge the soul of his grandfather. veyor to the vices of a man of fashion;
• Mr. Quirk, who had a little who, having artfully contrived to draw smattering of knowledge, presumed from them the little tale of their cirto set my uncle right; and said, his cumstances and connections, assumes the worship was somewhat mistaken, for character of their brother, who he found that the Great Mogul was a Maho- had been sent abroad too young to be metan.
remembered by Peggy and Patty, and • My uncle, you know, could not thus gets them under his protection. bear contradiction. He told Mr. When they arrive in London, he acQuirk very abruptly, that was his cordingly conveys them to the house of a ignorance.
Mrs. H. who personates their cousin • The dispute grew warm- -the Mrs. Bennet; where, in a few days, ' by company was appealed to- Justice the aid of the most hellifh potions, and Formal, as Mr.Manstein had so lately brutal force, these poor innocents bea obliged him, fided with
uncle come the miserable victims of the worst Justice Guzzle acknowledged he un- pafsions of the vilest libertines. After derstood not these outlandish matters this they pass through the several gra, --and I held my tongue, though I dations of infamy, from keeping to una scarcely could my countenance. limited prostitution; till, at length,
• Mr. Quirk, seeing my uncle in a worn out with cold, hunger, inquie, heat, and hoping some time or other tude, and disease, they miserably ex, to succeed Mr. Mittimus as justice's pire in each other's arms; unconscious, clerk, gave up the point-and we however, of the melancholy death of parted all very good friends. both their parents, whose lives have for
As we were returning home in the some time been sacrificed to their fee chaise, “ Nephew,” said he, “don't ceflion from virtue.
think me quite so ignorant on this The fair author (for it is avowedly
subject, which we have been dis, the production of a female pen) has, in is “ puting, as I appeared to be. I an Advertisement prefixed to the first “ presently recollected I was mis- volume, desired the candid reader to « taken; but when I have said athing, observe, that the stile is intended to “ I think it makes a man in company be rather affecting than pompous--the
fentiments flowing from the heart; and Sunday. In short, my fifter and I, father warmly exprellide than coldly being now arrived at the age of fixcorrect.'
teen and seventeen, can no longer This, indeed, is it's true character. bear to loiter away our time here, iftic: the stile is beautifully simple, and (where we must ftill add to the exexprelive; though not always accurate. pences of the family) when we might The work, however, all together, seems be so much more profitably employed; to be the production of a very feeling and, perhaps, at the year's end, my and fenfible mind; but, if the fair wri- Emma, be able, from our industrious ter is neither “wife nor widor, 'we are earnings, to send down a small trifle at a loss to account for that minute to our dear parents. Patty and I never knowledge of life which is in several closed our eyes last night, for think. parts displayed; unless, indeed, it may ing of this journey, and of the ad. be attributed to her thorough acquain- vantages that may arise from it. We tance with the writings of the inimita- have had a good education, as to read. ble Fielding: certain it is, that in some ing the best English authors, writing, few places, our fair novellift has too and being, as you know, well inpalpably' availed herself of that gentle- ftructed in needle-work-the latter man's excellent productions.
by our mother, and the former by my That our readers may judge of the poor father, who, you must rememexecution of this little work-(though ber, formerly kept a little school in there are four volumes, they are all re- the next village; which, joined with markably delicate) - we shall'extract the his curacy, enabled him to live more firt letter.
plentifully than he has since done.
But, alas! that dreadful fit of illness "LETTER I.
he had last winter, (which drove us * Alhdale, in Cumberland, May 2.
to such extremities, that my excellent
mother was obliged to part with her DEAR EMMA,
chief apparel to procure the beit of When Patty and I parted with husbands some comfortable nourishyou last night, at the stile in the copfe ment towards his recovery;) that ill. chat leads to the little wood by the nefs, Emma, I repeat, was our ruin: fide of the valley, we still pursued the but come, let us hope the best-this subject, that we told you was upper- journey to London will, I hope, promolt in our hearts, and in which you duce something in our favour. so much agree with us; namely, our
• Our Cousin Bennet lives in a very defiring our parents to write to a handsome manner; and doubtless must coufin-german they have in London, be 'acquainted with families of good (and who is Patty's godmother) to fashion: for my part, I have no obenquire among her acquaintance for je&tion to attend an elderly lady, (for, fonie creditable, little establishment, you know, I can bear confinement;) for us, (such as waiting on a lady, nay, towait either on one'or more chil. &c.) that fo'we might be able to earn dren is an employment I should be a decent livelihood, without being much pleased with. Our hands, my any loniger fuch' a burden, as I am dear friend, disdain not labour. What fure we must be, to our poor father: delight thall I have, and fo will my indeed indeed, Emma! it grieves beloved Patty, to send our poor mo. both your Peggy and Patty to the ther now and then a new gown; and foul, to think what a helpless little every year some ufeful cloathing, for family he has to provide for and all a present, to my little fifters. My broapon the 'scanty pittance of a curacy ther George, I hope, may yet live to of thirty pounds per annum; forwhich vifit England; and it may pleafe the fum he is to walk over the bleak Almighty Difpofer of all events to moors, eight miles, (as he has, you send him home in fuch circumstances know, two churches to serve) every as may be the making of us all: I
was so very young, when a worthy French of Madame la Comtefe de gentleman in this county carried Genlis.
3 vols. 12mo. gs. Bathurst. him over to Bengal with him as a writer, that I do not in the least re- THOUGH this performance of member his person; I only remember,
the celebrated Conteffe de Genlis in former days, how my little heart is admirably calculated for the inused to throb with anxious fear, when, -struction of youth of both sexes. in her fitting round our peat fire, in the own country; something more than the winter evenings, I used to desire my art of the mere translator was necessary father to tell about (whilft I shud- to adapt it to the genius of a nation to dered to hear it) the lions, the tygers, widely different in many essential chaand the frightful black people, (as Í rageristics, as that of England. In the then thought they were) where poor original, this is certainly no fault; but, George was gone.
in the 'translation, it is onquestionably You told us, my Emma, yesterday, a very important one. Indeed, in it's that you are going soon to your uncle present state, we wish not to see it in the Waller's at Carlisle: so that, was this hands of British youth; though, with a journey of ours even not to take place, · very little management from a judi. you see we should lose you. 'How cious pen, it might be rendered as highThould Patty and I support your ab- ly interesting even to them as it has alfence, were we to remain longer in - ready proved to those for whose use it this country? Not a tree, under whose was more particularly intended. fhade we have so often sat and sung The precepts of the Comteffe de together, or played in our careless Genlis are rendered lively and amufing, infancy, but would remind us of our as well by the description of her fitualoss; but now, perhaps, we shall set tion, as by various little incidents, anecout much about the same time—and dotes, and histories, sentimental, pathen we will write, my Emma!--be. thetic, and moral: so that, indeed, with fure let us write by every opportuni- a different title, the work might well ty: but this moment I am called away • be taken for a novel. The most itn. to aflilt my mother in some little fa- portant leffons are pleasingly inculcamily business. Heaven bless you! I ted; and entertainment is truly blended must now concludeand believe us with instruction. both (for my fifter will sign this as
We have been informed, from good well as myself,) to be
authority, that a lady of the first liteYour unalterable Friends,' rary talents had some thoughts of fa. PEGGY AND Party SUMMERS. vouring the public with a translation
of Adelaide and Theodore, when the • P. S. Sorry am I to fay that the present made it's appearance. Should little goldfinch I intended to keep that lady renew her intention, the prefor your fake, and which you brought sent performance, we apprehend, would us yesterday, died this morning in be but little read. To say the truth, my bosom.
this translation is so indifferently exe: • As soon as we have broke the ice cuted, being in many places egregiabout.our London journey, we will ously, ungrammatical, and generally write again.
very inelegant, that if even the lady in question should not be induced to take
up her pen, we hope, at least, some per Art. VII. Adelaide and Theodore; or, son of respectable talents may be pre
Letters on Education: Containing all vailed on to render the excellent Exeta
We shall extract the following deli.
cate fitde dialogue for the entertain- Ah! he kisles me. How I love him! ment of our readers, who will easily (Sbe puts him into the cage again; then perceive that want of elegance and pro- is thoughtful, and fighs. After some filence priety in the file of the translator which the bird begins to beat himself again.) leads us to regret that it was not under- I (looking compassionately at him) say, taken by an abler pen.
“ Poor little unfortunate!" • Adelaide. Mama, my bird is, hun- • Ad. (with tears in her eyes) O gry. I writing at my deple) replied, mama! (taking him again out of the cage) Give it fomething to eat, then: you I will give him his liberty; Thall I? have got what is necefiary.
• Answ. (without looking at ber) As • Adelaide. But he will not eat. you please, Adelaide. • Answer. It is because he is fad. • Ad. (going to the window) Dear Ad. Why is he sad?
little one! the returns crying) Mama, • Answ. Because he is unhappy. I cannot!
Ad. Unhappy! O Heaven! why Anfw. Well, keep it then. This is my sweet little bird unhappy? bird, like other animals, has not reafon
• Answ. Because you do not know enough to reflect on the species of cra. how to take care of him, and feed him, elty you have, in depriving him of his and because he is in prison.
liberty, to procure yourself a trifling • Ad. In prifon!
amusement. He will not hate you, but • Anfw. Yes, certainly he is. At- he will suffer; and he would be happy tend to me, Adelaide. If I was to fhut if he was at liberty. I would not hurt you up in a little room, and not fuf- the smallest insect; at leaft, not mali. fer you to go out of it, would
be ciously. happy!
• Ad. Come, then; I am going to Ad. ( her heart fallO my poor put him out of the window. little bird!
Antw. You are at liberty to do • Anfw. You make him unhappy. what you please, my dear! but do not
• Ad. (frightened) I make him un. interrupt me any more; let me write! happy!
'Ad. (killing me, then going to the Anfora. This little bird was in the cage) Dear, dear bird! (She weeps, and, fields, at his liberty, and you fhut him after a little reflection, jbe goes to the up in a little cage, where he is not window, and returns with precipitation, able to fly. See how he beats against her cheeks glowing, but with tears in her it. If he could cry, I am fure he would. eyes) and says, “ Mama, it is done!
• A. (taking bim out of the cage)." I have fet him at liberty.” Mama, I am going to fet him at di • Answ. I (taking her in my arms) berty: the window is open; is it not? say, My charming Adelaide, you have
Antw. As you pleafe, my dear done a “good action!” and I love you child: for my part, I would never keep a thousand cimes more than ever. birds; for I would have every thing • Ad. O then I am well rewarded! about me, and all that comes near me, • Answ. You always will be, every happy:
you have courage to make a real . Ad. I would be as good as my dear sacrifice. Besides, facrifices of this mama. I am going to put it on the kind are only painful in idea. They balcony, fhall I?
are no sooner done than they render Anw. (I fill writing) If you us so amiable that we leave nothing but please, my little dear.
joy and satisfaction in our hearts; for . Ad. Bat first I will feed him.O example, you wept at the thoughts of my dear mama, he eats!
setting your bird at liberty, but do Answ. I am very glad of it, if it you regret it now! gives you pleasure.
Ad. Ono, mama; on the contrary, * Ád. He eats! I know how to feed. I am charmed at having made him haphim. Sweet bird! charming little crea- py, and at having performed a "good ture! (kiffes him.) How pretty he is! * action."
Anfw. Well, my dear child, never rious Treatise on the Scottish Mufica forget that; and if you are under any The whole is accompanied with judi. dificulty in determining to do right," cious Explanatory Notes. remember your little bird, and lay to The poem of the King's Quair, the yourself, " There are no facrifices for subject of which is the love with which «s which the esteem and tendernefs of he was inspired, while a prifoner in " those we love cannot make useful Windsor Castle, on fecing Jake the amends."
daughter of the Earl of Somerset, (grandfon of John of Gaunt) and whom
he married some time before he was ART. VIII. Poetical Remains of James permitted to return to Scatland, is di-. the First, King of Scotland. 8vo.
vided into fix fits or cantos. In the 38. Balfour, Edinburgh; Cadell, first, he opens his defign; in the second, London,
he mentions his intended voyage to *HESE remains, which are
France, and defcribes his unfortunate
to be given to the public by Mr. capture at sea; in the third, he delinea Tytler of Edinburgh, confit of two Love; in the fourth, he is conducted to
ates his transportation to the sphere of poems written by James I. of Scot, the Temple of Wisdom, where he takes land; the one called, The King's Virtue for his guide; in the fifth, he deed, is supposed by Lord Hailes to ixth, defcribing the feveral steps which deed, is supposed by Lord Hailes to goes in pursuit of Fortune; and, in the have been a production of James V.) led him to the poffeffion of his midress, Chrif's Kirk of the Green, The
he concludes the poem. latter has been often before published; but the former is supposed to be bably like to see a specimen of this lie
As our readers in general will pronow for the first time printcd. Indeed, as the art of printing was gratify them by making a short extract
terary curiosity, we fhall endeavour to not introduced into England till up from that part of the poem where the wards of a century, after the death of king describes his future confort, on dirft James I. of Scotland, it is by no means beholding her from his prison window. wonderful that moft of his produđions fhould be loft.
* And in my hede I drew rye haftily,
And eft fones I leat it out ageyse, The manner in which the MS. of the King's Quair was discovered, is And faw hir walk that veray womanly,
With no wight.mo, bot only women tucyne, thus accounted for. The Editor had Than gan I Audye in myself and seyne, obferved, that Joannes Major, in his
Ah! luete are ze a wardly creature, History of Scotland; Dempfter, in his Or hevingly thing in likenate of nature Historia Ecclefiaftica; and Tanner, Bi. • Or ar ze god Capidis owin princeffe? shop of St. Afaph, in his Bibliotheca And cumyn aré to loufe me out of band Britannico-Hibernica; had all concur.
Dr are ze veray Nature the goddefle,
That have depayaçit wt zaur kevinly hand, red in mentioning this poem: and that This gardyn full of flouris, as they ftand? Bishop Tanner, in particular, had re. Quhat fall I think, allace! quhát reyerence ferred to it as being among the Sél.
Sall I metter to zour excellence? denian manuscripts in the Bodleian Li- Giff ze a goddette be, and ye ze like brary. This excited the Editor's curio. To do me payne, I may it not aftext; sity to search for it; and, after several Gift ze be wardly wight, ye dooth me fike, fruitless
Quby left God mak you fo my dereft hest, attempts, on his applying to I do a sely prisoner thus (merc, an ingenious young gentleman, a ku- That lufis tou all, and wote of not but wo, dent of Oxford, the MS, was at last And, thereforç, merci fuete! (en it is fo. found.
Quhen I a lytill thrawe had maid my mone, The Editor has prefixed to this pab. Bewailing myn infortune and my chance, lication, an Historical and Critical Dife Unknawin how or quhat was beft to dớne,
So ferre I fallying into lyfis dance, sertation on the Life and Writings of
That Sodeynly my wit, my contenance, James I. and he has added, to that
My hert, my will
, my nature, and my mynd, prince's Poetical Remains, a very cu. Was changif clene fyt in ane other kind. Qyair is an old word for a Bogk; so that the citle of this productiva is, in fact, The King's Book,