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passage, he might perhaps present the book for the amusement of his children. I have made Martial the godfather of this my native collection by giving my bantling his name; and if I have uniformly studied to avoid his grossness and indecency, it was no part of my design, I do assure thee, 10 declare war against wit and humour, as far as they were strictly compatible with morals and religion, for which I not only profess, but feel a devout regard, as must be visible to thy perspicacity. I have rejected very many smart things, solely because they seemed to my sober and chastised' taste to border too much on forbidden ground. Now if indecency be forbidden ground, we do hereby declare the above assertion to be false. As reviewers of style and of argument we may sometimes be caught napping, but as custodes morum librorum, we should deem it a most foul disgrace to be found asleep on our posts.
The following epigram is placed as a FINALE at the end of the second volume :
Those epigrams my friends commend,
This, which concludes with none at all.'
Of epigrams full fifty scure
Art. 21.-- Nelson's Tomb, a Poem. By W. 7. Fitzgerald, Esq. 4to.
Price 2s.6d. Mlawman. 1806. A bare list of the various productions of the Muses to honor the memory of our departed hero, would fill a very large volume: tliey were of course written on the spur of the moment, and are to be treated with that indulgence, which is due to extempore effusions. We must not therefore be too strict in examining such lines as those, with which this poem commences.
• Oh! did a muse of fire to me belong
The heart's applause shall consecrate my lays.' The eight first lines are the worst in the whole poem, andwe do not wonder that in the ninth and textb, Mr LLins to shrink from
examination, and to deprecate the severity of criticism. As we are
* The flags of empires are the victor's pall,
Won from the Dane, the Spaniard, and the Gaul.'
· Egypt's prond pyramids, for ages found
Sca-murha of triumph! peering o'er the tide.
Why seven mouths lle gave the Nile, your wonder does it raises
The distinguishing feature of Dr. F.'s poetry is energy: it is in-
a desirable Fvent supposed to be near at hund. Second Edition. By John Duncan, D.D. Rector of South Warnburough, Hlants. 800. pp. 21. Cadell and Davies. 1805.
OUR contemporaries and our predecessors have generally concurted in bestowing due encomium on the laudable spirit which has actuated the writings of the venerable Dr. Durcan. His arguments bave chiefly been employed in urging the reconciliation of christians 10 each other, of whatever denomination they may be; in exhorting and convincing the infidel; and in preaching both in prose and verse, thiroughout a long life, 'peace upon earth and good-will to. wards men. We have been delighted by finding his efforts crowned with this success at least, that he has received in several instances ihe tribute of praise from the pens of sectaries, widely differing from each cther on Joctrinal points. We trust indeed that his pious labours bave met with a farther reward; and that Ilie consciousness of a life dedicated to acts of benevolence, has already whispered to him the earnest of eternal peace.' We give our author's teasojis for Writing his ' Rhapsody' in his own words.
'A scanty outline of the following Rhapsody, as it may riot impro. perly bave been styled, (though out without a plan) found its way to
the press in November 1804. It was faintly traced, at the impulse occasionally made on the mind of an old admirer of peace, particulare ly of the conciliatory influence of calm impartial reasoning, in oppos sition to the violence of controversy, religious or political. He was induced, at that distracted period, to express his genuinte independent sense of the gross offences against truth, peace, and good order, notoriously current in all ranks and from almost every press at home and abroad. Some recent circumstances had just then turned his Thoughts tu a subject more consonant to his natural disposition. They had impressed him with a strong presentiment that the desirable event, inaicated in the title-page, must of necessity be near at hand. He'lias had the mortification to lament the subsequent occur. rences, which have thrown the accomplishment of his soothing prediction to a remoter distance.' P. 1.
Notwithstanding the reasonable pleasure we must feel in hailing these professions, and however we approve the loyal and useful tendency of the whole of Dr. Duncan's pamphlet; unwilling, moreover, as we are to exert the severity of criticism on subjects exclusively dedicated to the cause of moral truth,' we cannot but express a wish that the author of ihis second edition had been contented with the sale of the first. Such verses as the following should not have escaped the precincts of the bureau :
Thence his goodness o'er numberless worlds we proclaim,
In God's name to denounce of their brethren the doom, mes. We, afflicted thy gospel's plain tenor to see
Thus disgrac'd, turn to right-honest reason and thee.
Man, his prime work, our Maker proclaims . very good,"
We have done. From this specimen the whole ‘Invocation to Trath' may be judged. We shall pass, no further sentence : and we think ridicule herself will repent, when she reads the close of the preface :
• From these superficial remarks, no pretension to the display of political sagacity must be imputed to the writer. All who know him well, will do him the justice to believe his assertion, that his purpose was of infinitely higher importance. The establishment of such fixed principles, religious and moral, as no vicissitude of ourward circumstances can ever cancel or impair, as have respectably stood the severest scrutiny of every intelligent and liberal censor, las alone tempte ed him to resume a pen, wbich time admonishes him to discard. He resigns it now with this last intimation : that in delivering to oblivion what claims regard only as a sort of posthumous tract, the reader will consult his highest interest, if led piously to keep in mind the eternal truths there inculcated, which in all party controversies, bare almost always unconsciously becn, are still, and while man'is man, will continue to be unaccountably violated.?
Art. 25.-Belville House, a Novel, 2 vols. 12mo. Chapple.
1805, THS'povel does not keep the curiosity of the reader awake by intricate plot, or surprizing denouement. It is rather a collection of desullory sketches, in whïch there are many instances of good writing.'. The characters are drawn with a slight, but discriminat. ing outline, partaking sometimes of the nature of caricaturc. The moral is good, because vice is punished by deep remorse, and consequent misery, Henry Dormer's visit to the place of his nativity, which he had not seen for sixteen years, is feelingly described : we could with pleasure have quoted the whole' letter, but shall content ourselves with referring to it as a specimen of interesting 'description. The sensations of the philomisanthropic Montford in 'retirement, after quitting the bustling gaiety of dissipated life, are well expressed.
When I resided in town, my senses were in continued agitation; but of what could really be called pleasure, I experienced little. When I was at length settled, my constant feelings were those of quiet, calm content; but a susceptibility of enjoyment soon followed which I had thought the exclusive privilege of youth, and had lámented as gone for ever. To those who pass their time amidst the vortex of worldly pleasures, the delineation of my sensations can raise no idea ; they have no correspondent feelings. To me existence itself became happiness : without the aid of external infinence, I felt life itself a luxury :--it was neither reflections on the past, nor hopes for the future, which caused the delicious emotions I am stating. They seemed to form a part of my nature, to emanate from my being.'
This pleasure, which arises from life itself, has been stated by Paley. It is an idea which every reader imagines that he has seen before; but we never remember to have met with it in any other writer.
The names of Non Ens,' Junior Sopb,' 'Wrangler,' &c. are very familiarly used by this author, but we will venture to assert, (and we stake our critical sagacity on the assertion) that he never was a member of the University of Cambridge : we judge from internal evidence. Couldthe following passage have been written by
a a Cantabi
• To expect the notice of a Soph or even a Junior Soph was, as yet, above my hopes. I waited, however, patiently: the hour would one day come-ivhen I, like them, should be deeply imbrued with mathema:ical lore.'
It is very common to sec people most exposing their ignorance where they wish to be thought particularly wise.
I! Our author is no friend to a pipe. • I quietly followed Dr. Somerville to his beloved little arbour.
it with Aristotle and Thucydides, and Xenophon, and Virgil, and Pliny he there communed !--No such thing-a pipe-a mug of excellent ale.
Both very excellent things in our opinion ; but our author is so offended with Dr. S. for sometimes quitting the pages of Aristotle to indulge in a pipe, that he determines not to be pleasa ed with works which gave rise to such affectation and hypocrisy: What! are classical taste and learning incompatible with a whiff of tobacco ? Certainly they are not. Among a host of smokers! we appeal to the manes of Paley, of Toup, of Milton, and of Raleigh, We appeal to the two greatest scholars of the present age, who are very fond of a pipe, and who regard it as the sceptre of criticism, as the purifying alembic of the brain. For ourselves--we explicitly avow, that a whiff of tobacco inspires us, as the Delphic vapour did the Pythian priestess of old ; that, as she could not prophesy, we cannot criticize, till we have inhaled the miraculous fume; and that the motto of our club-room is, Ex FUMO DARE LUCEM.
Art. 94.—Deeds of Darkness, or the Unnatural Uncle, a Tale
of the Sixteenth Century, by G. T. Morley. 2 Vols. Tipper.
• WATCHING with straining eyes the painted canvass her fears were at last confirmed, and, dreadful to behold, it was slid back, and a man, masked and armed, stepped softly through the aperture, followed by three others!
. The terrified and trembling Josephina could scarcely believe her eyes, and with difficulty drew her breath. The men, all of whom were masked, beckoned silence to each other, and advanced towards the bed, when our heroine, giving a faint scream, fainted. Lifting her up, they seized upon their prey, and bore her through the pan. nel, closing it after them, and extinguishing the lamp.