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from her lord. She then requests to see him, and he returns,
fill thinking her the wife of Montgomeri.

St. Val, He wore it like an amulet ; with this
Before his heart, first thro' the yawning breach
Thy facred walls, Jerusalem, he storm'd;
Tore down the moony standard, where it hung
In impious triumph ; thrice their Pagan swords
Shiver'd his mailed crest, as many times
That sacred amulet was dyd in blood
Neareft his heart.

Matil. Stop there! I charge thee, stop!
Tell me no more : Oh, follow him no further,
For see th' accursed Pyrenæans rise,
Streaming with blood; there hellith murder howls;
There madness rages, and with haggard eyes
Glares in the craggy pass !-She'll spring upon me
If I advance. Oh, thield me from the light !

St. Val. Be calm, colle&t thyself: it was not there,
Je was not there Saint Valori net his death.
'Twas not the sword of Hildebrand that flew him ;
Tho' pierc'd with wounds, that ambush he surviv'd.

Matil. What do I hear! Oh, look upon this altar!
Think where you stand, and do not wrong the truth.

St. Val. He who is truth itseif be witness for me!
Deep was the stroke that dire affallin gave,
Yet thort of life it flopt; unhors'd and fall’n,
Welt'sing in blood, your wounded husband lay,
Till haply found by charitable strangers
Journeying to Venice, he was heala, restor'd;
And, thence embarking, by a barbarous rover
Was captur’d. - Start not; but repress your terrors.

Matil. Admire not that I tremble; marvel rather
That I hear this and live.--Saint Valori captur'd!
The bravest captain of the cross enslav'd
By barbarous Pagans !
St. Val.

Tedious years he suffer'd
Of hard captivity--

Oh, where, ye Heavens !
Where was your justice then ?--And died he there?

St. Val. 'Twas not his lot to find a distant grave.
Matil. Where, where i-Oh, speak! release me from

the rack ! Where did


hero fall?
St. Val.

Where did he fall!
Nor Pagan swords, nor Slavery's galling chain,
Nor murderers daggers, Afric's burning clime,
Toils, florms, nor shipwreck kill'd him-here he fell!
Grief burst his heart-here in this spot he fell !

[He falls to the ground.

My son, my son ! your fatber lies before you.

Montgomeri runs in, followed by De Courci and Gyfford.
Montg. My father! Heav'n and earth! Oh, save him ;

save him !
Where Thall I corn? See, fee! she faints, the falls !

[Supports her in his arms. De Courci. He is her son.-Awake, look up, my friend! Live, live ! De Courci bids Saint Valori live. Your rival is


Saint Valori raising himself on His knee unfreaths bis dagger.
St. Val.

Of! give me way:
I'll kill him in her arms.
De Courci.

He is

Hear me, thou frantic father! I, De Courci,
I speak to you. Would you destroy your son ?

St. Val. Bind up his wounds. Oh, if I've slain my son,
Perdition will not own me !

He revives.
Nature awakens reason.-Huth! be ftill.
She ftirs. Withhold him from her arms awhile ;
Let all be filence, whilft difpofing Heaven,
That showers this joy, shall fit them to receive it.

Matil. How could you say my husband is alive?
Which of you keeps him from me!--Oh! 'tis cruel!

St. Val. Uncafe me of my weeds : tear off my cowl ? Now, now she'll know me; now I am Saint Valori.

[Throws off his habit, and appears in armour. Matil. Stand off! Oh, blessed light of heaven, fine forch! Visit my aching eyes, ye folar beams, And let me see my hero !--Hah! the crossHe gleams-he glimmers ;-like a mist he rises.He lives! he lives! I clasp him in my arms, My loft Saint Valori! my long-lost husband.

[Runs into his arms." The language is very unequal: we have already remarked that it is too full of metaphor ; and we must add, that the metaphors are too frequently broken. Yet, in some instances, its energy is increaled by the use of this figure, and the im-' preliion is proportionally deeper. The following speech of Saint Valori is an instance of the force of language, in accumulating distress,

St. Val. Oh! call to mind how I have lov'd this woman! Gyfford, thou know'st it; say, thou faithful servant, What was my passion; how did absence feed it ? But how can't thou compute my sum of forsows? Years upon years have rollid since chou waft with me : Time hath been wearied with my groans, my tears Have damp'd his wings, till he scarce crepe along; The unpitying fun ne'er wink'd upon my coils;


Howl'd to its clanking on my bed of straw;
And yet these pains were recreation now,
To those I feel, whilft I resign Matilda.'

The following paffage is an infance of prettiness, bordering on the concetti of the Italians. St. Val.

Oh, fall of virtue!
Oh, all ye matron powers of modesty!
How time's revolving wheel wears down the edge
Of sharp affliction ! Widows fable weeds
Soon turn to grey; drop a few tears upon them,
And dusky grey is blanch'd to bridal white;
Then comes the sun, shines thro' the drizzling show'r,
And the gay rainbow glows in all its colours.

The Prologue and Epilogue contain nothing remarkable. We have been more particular in our examination of titis tragedy, because we wish that authors would not confine their ambition to the applause of the theatre, when they are able to command approbation in the closet. We advise Mr. Cumberland to check his imagination by reason, and to moderate his excess of fire by the cool examination of his judg


A System of Midwifery', theoretical and practical. Illustrated

with Copper-Plates. By David Spence, M. D. Licentiate of ibe Royal College of Physicians, and Fellow of the Society of

Scottish Antiquaries. 8vo. 10s. 6d. Murray. WE

E have often had occasion to hint at the distinction be.

tween the mere transcriber, who repeats, with little variation, the sentiments of his predecessors in the fame department, and the more attentive compiler, who though he adds little to the stock, yet draws from himself, and delivers what he has collected with grace and apparent novelty. Our present author belongs to the former class, and his system is consequently a patchwork of very different merit. We were surprised to find Dr. Spence fo little acquainted with Dr. Hunter's discoveries on the gravid uterus : on this account, in our opinion, he has been frequeritly guilty of mistakes in the phifiological part of his subject. He speaks of the fætus, as dife ftending the uterus by its own powers, of rather by its ina' creased bulk; and contributes to disseminate that very dangerous error, of ascertaining whether the child has breathed, by the old experiment of the specific gravity of the lungs. A portion of the lungs of a ftill-born child, he observes, finks, unless the experiment has been delayed so long, that air may be supposed to be generated by the putrefactive fermentation. This is by no means the only exception ; and the omillon deof

portant: this, at least, the author could have learned, if he never had attended Dr. Hunter. The doctrine of this celebrated anatomist, relative to the constitution of the placenta, might have been farther out of his way; but, if we mistake not, it has been mentioned in more than one publication. Dr. Spence was convinced of the circulation being carried on in continuous veffels, between the mother and fætus, by a preparation of Dr. Monro, where a vessel was actually seen par. ing from the mother to the placenta. As we have not had opportunity of examining this appearance, we cannot easily make any remarks on it; but it will be obvious, that, to prove the existence of a direct circulation, the vessel should have been traced through the whole mass to the umbilical cord, or at least, so far as to have been certainly within the foetal

part the placenta. But it is not by a solitary fact that the question, muft be decided : the weight of evidence, both from reafon and experiment, in the sound and diseased state, militates against it.

In the diseases of pregnancy, the author is always afraid of plethora, seemingly for no other reason than that he had attributed the appearance of the catamenia to general fulness. We cannot enter into this dispute, which would not have existed, if a proper distinction had been made between plethora and irregular circulation ; between the consequences of a suppreffed evacuation, merely from a change of determination, and an actual turgescence. Who can suppose, that repelling a small bæmorrhoidal tumor, whose whole weight scarcely exceeds two drachms, can sensibly affect the mass of circulating Auids ? yet we have known it bring on sickness, giddiness, or an actual hæmoptoe. In the same circumstances, our author is afraid of emetics ; but those who have observed the violent krainings of some pregnant women, and the comparative mildness, in the effects of ipecacuanha, will not be impeded by similar terrors.

In the practical part, we perceive several omissions. The frequent necessity of immediate , delivery, in floodings, is generally known; and the very nice distinction of the moment, when we can do longer delay it, is with great difficulty ascertained. But our author only observes that, when his methods , of cure fail, we must proceed to delivery: we will venture to assert that, if he stays for the effects of all his remedies, the operation will often come too late. The very difficult emes. gency of foodings, from the placenta being attached to the os tince, is not once mentioned, though there is not a more doubtful situation for a practitioner, in the whole circle of his art. The useful remark of Dr. Denman, when the arm pre


fufficiently public.

The diseases of children are scarcely explained with more advantage, than those of pregnant women ; nor is their management less exceptionable than the rules for conducting de. livery.

These are not all the errors or defects of the system, but we hope they are sufficient to excuse us from enlarging on it. The plates are pretty numerous, selected in general from different authors with judgment, and executed with more clearness than we usually perceive in the artists of the neighbouring kingdom. The language is frequently provincial. We are weary of excuses for this deformity. If an author knows not the language in which he chufes to write, he should decline the talk; if he is acquainted with it, he ought not to appear in a negligent dishabille.

An Enquiry into the various Theories and Methods of Cure in

Apoplexies and Palfies. By B. Chandler, M.D. 8vo. 35. 6d.
R. Chandler, in this Enquiry, examines the different theo.

ries of this disease, and chiefly those of Boerhaave and his illustrious commentator, compared with that of Dr. Cullen, in his First Lines.' In its form, this work illustrates each aphorism of the present profeffor; and Dr. Chandler thinks that his' system is most rational and consistent, as .well as beit adapted to that method of cure which experience has confirmed. As we have given a summary account of the Cullenian system on this subject, (vol. lvi. p. 89 and 90,) we need not enlarge on it at present; and fall only observe, , that this liberal commentary adds equal credit both to the character of the professor and its author.

On the fubject of palsy, Dr. Chandler differs, in fome de gree, from Dr. Cullen. He thinks that there is a species of the disease of the atonic kind, from debility, or in consequence of too great evacuations: in short, that palfies exift, independent of compression or narcotic vapours, and consequently, that stimulants may be more freely employed than the professor has allowed. We believe that this is in some degree true.

There are cases of this kind which we have di. ftinctly perceived, and they may be more general than we commonly suspect. Giddiness, a symptom usually attributed to fullness, may arise from weakness; and other appearances are equally equivocal, The cause will indeed frequently direct the practitioner, if he will attentively enquire into it: at the same time we may be allowed to add, that much still remains on this subject, for a skilful and attentive obferver to fupply:

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