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accurately expressed. It is probably the production of a young
ivriter; who appears not defective in genius, but we cannot
compliment him on his judgment.
The War of Wigs, a Poen, occafioned by a late Event in Wit-

minjier-Hall. 410. 1... 6d. Kearsley.
This poem relates the events of a battle, raised without an
object, and determined without either victory or defeat. A late
commotion in Westminster-hall, from a casual terror, seems to
have suggested this wordy war, where ferjeants and barristers
contend, with little dignity and less address. Yet the battle
gives occasion to the poet to describe the different personages,
in smooth and poetic, - ofren in pointed and well-appro-
priated language :--this perhaps is all that we should expect;
for, as Mr. Bayes observes, a plot is of little use but to bring
in good things. We hall select the concluding lines as a spe-

• As o'er the troubled deep when tempests rise,
And toss the deafening billows to the skies,
Old Ocean's monarch, while the tumult raves,
Lifts his calm head, and chides his angry waves ;
Sudden the clamor of the deep subsides,
As Neptune ftills the hoarse resounding tides :
Thus rag'd the war, and thus the battle bled,
When M---- rais'd his venerable head,
And hush'd the storm. M--s---d, in whom appears
New force of genius in decline of years :
Whom Law and Learning's various arts attend,
Aftræa's favorite, and Apollo's friend.
O blest with all that greatness can renown,
The classic laurel, and the civic crown!
Whose sacred honors ev'n in death shall bloom,

And future ages bless the sweet perfume.'
An Epistle from the Rev. William M to the Right Hon. Wil.

liam Piti, Chancellor of the Exchequer; petitioning for the va.
cant Laureatesbip. 410. 64. Dilly.

The report, whether true or false, that Mr. M-
lately a candidate for the laureateship, has given rise to this
piece of ridicule ; the author of which likewise has proved so
far unsuccessful as greatly to fail in the imitation of that inge-
nious gentleman's style and manner.
An Epifile from John Lord Ashburton, in the Shades, to the Right

Hon. William Pitt in the Sunshine. 410. 25. Murray.
A political, doggtel, unpoetic production; in which the au-
thor, to supply the want of wit, has been profuse of scurrility,
The Stone Coffin ; or, a New Way of making Love. 410.

Catter moul.
The subject of this author's poetry seems to have a sympa-
thetic connection with his genius; for we never read any thing
that deserves more to be buried in oblivion.



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Poctical Trifles. By Edward Trap Pilgrim, Esq. Small 8vo.

1s. 6d. Debrett. These Trifes are rather calculated to amuse in a new fpaper, than for a foundation on which the author's fame may securely reit. Some of them are light, easy, and pleasing; others trifling and infipid.-Those who write on temporary subjects muft necessarily confine their praise to the uncertain period of the follies which they celebrate or satirise. Memoirs of Sir Simeon Supple, Member for Rorborough. Svo. is, 6d.

Kearsley. The author has acted injudiciously, by reminding us of the inimitable and unimitated New Bath Guide. Thele Memoirs resemble it ; but must be arranged at a great distance from the work of Mr. Anitey : they postess few traits of humour, little knowlege of human nature, and faint sparks only of poetic fire. The two following lianzas, part of the remonItrance of a condemned oak, are the inolt highly finished lines.

• Hold ruthless peasant ! hold thy lifted arm,

Nor let thy Itroke my bleeding rind divide;
Ah ! let my hoary age thy pity warm !

Nor dare to pierce my venerable fide. .
Thy axe has echoed through the fertile meads,

The disant vallies spread wild havock o'er ;
And fhorn the mountains of their fringed heads

From yon tall mantion to the winding fore.' Of the other parts, the minister's speech at the levee is by far the best ; and we shall extract a few lines of it as a specimen.

6 Sir Simeon Supple, I'll always contend,
For the honour to call yoa my intimate friend.
Dear fir, you're a pillar of rock to our party ;
I hope you left all at the Grove well and hearty.
For your welfare, believe me, my wishes are fervent,
And never can change-colonel Cutter, your fervant !
This visit is kind ! my dear colonel your hand;
I'm heartily sorry-tbat vacant command - -
'Tis strange, very ftrange, that the **** Mould refuse !
But we foon fall cut out a new gap in the blues,
Which none but yourself, my dear colonel, snall fill,
If my voice can prevail-How d'ye do mister Quill?
Dear fir, your last pamphlet was poignantly quaint;
I hope you've got rid of your ftomach complaint.
I believe we all want a short eslay nex} week
On the fall of the stocks- dear fir Peregrine Sieck!
I protest that I did not discern you before,
And when, my dear friend, do you make the grand tour?
I'm glad to meet here my lord viscount Mac Var
Your very cbedient, fir Carpenter Plane!



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Dear fir, you're a rule for my friends, I declare :

How long may it be since you came from the Square ?" The author disclaims any personal allufion; yet we sometimes suspect that he verges towards it. But perhaps the scenes described have been so often acted, that it is not cafy to repeat what may not, in some degree, be applied.

Elegies and Sonnets. 4to. 35. Çadell. Though we find not any thing peculiarly striking, or indicative of itrong original genius in these poems, they are by no means liable to critical censure. The language is pure, easy, and grammatical. We think the Sonnets in general extremely elegant, and shall adduce the following on Love, in vindication of our opinion.

• Ah! who can say, to him that fondly loves

How ftrangely various every hour appears?
For roving with the wind his fancy roves,

And now in joys is loit, and now in tears :
If chance one ray of hope his bosom chears,

Despair too soon the flattering scene removes ;
Then the severelt înares of fate he proves,

Surmises groundless doubts, and jealous fears.
Oh sad resemblance of an April day!

Gay smiles the morn, deceitfully serene,
Yet while it fatters, yields a dubious ray,

And clouds, and sudden darkness intervene,
Defraud the promise of approaching May,

And blast with ruthless forms the beauteous scene."
Verses on the Death of Dr. Samuel Jobnfon. 4to. Is. 6d. Dilly.

Dr. Johnson has not been very happy in his paneygyrifts: nor is the present author much more successful than his predeceffors. He tells us, that a friend, whose reputation is great in the literary world, and had a better knowlege of the subject than he can pretend to, induced him, with a few additions, to Jay them before the public.' His friend must furely be either infincere, or have acquired reputation very undefervedly. We found our opinion chiefly on his permitting the concluding lines of the poem to appear in their present itatc.

• Soon as the mind exerts a wish to Atray
To learning's heights from custom's beaten way,
Hafte to the fun of science, wing thy flight,
Catch every glympse of her directing light.
Then when Perfection's tedious goal is won,
And the eye opens to the mental fun,
Then if that fun her every say supplies,
Unmixt nor broken by Opinion's dies,
Then must thou own that per informing beam,
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And those pure lights which revelations throw
On all that human nature needs to know,
To genuine Science all ber hints convey,
As the clear sun-beam fires the lunar ray;
But if thy genius owns an humbler (phere,
Or weakly pauses in the bright career,
Let modest Virtue on his life rely,

Or view him in the Christian hero die.' Whether Dr. Johnson is intended by this feminine fan of sci, ence,' we can no more conjecture, than how its beams can see the light of the moon on fire.' The author, or his learned friend, should have favoured us with a comment on this paffage. It is caviare 'to the million, and will never be underitood by the vulgar. Death improved. An Elegiac Poem, occafioned by the Death of the

Rev. 1. Gibbons, D. D. By Richard Piercy. Svo. 6d, Buckland,

The poem opens with the never-failing observations made use of by a long train of succeeding bards in their funereal elegies. The author first expresses his surprize at Death's wide devaltation ;, that he spares neither age nor sex,' neither 6 weak nor trong: in short,

• Nor oughe (aught) fuffices but the lives of all.' These deep reflections, on which funeral sermons have rung all the changes the sentiment could poflibly admit, naturally lead him to ak Death why he does so? whence proceeds his thirst of blood? why blend the good and bad together.'

• Why must the kind, the gen'rous, the devout,

The brightest lamps be all by chee put out.' This of course introduces the principal subject of condolence, as if he ought, on account of his great virtues, to have been exempted from the common fate 'allotted to all,'

• Is not this earth already to obscure ??
Canst thou no chearing beam of light endure ?
Must Gibbons be extinguish'd, whose mild rays
Shed gentle lustre on our gloomy days?

How various, how important his employ,
Let those attest who did his light enjoy ;
Let Homerton, and Haberdaihers-hall

To mind his learning and devotion call.' After the catalogue of his virtues .we have likewise the following customary exclamation.

• But now too late, too late 'tis to complain:

Gibbons the great, the good, thy hand has Nain.' The next lines however tell us, that we ought rather to blame $in than Death on this affecting occasion; As all have finn'd, so all for fin must die.'


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Thus concludes the second page, and with which we shall conclude our critique. What follows is much in the same strain, and gives a higher idea of the author's piety than po. etical abilities. An Elegy on the much lamented Death of William Shepherd, Esq.

Mercbant, of Plymouth, who died, May 25, 1784. By the

Rev. Herbert Miends. 471. 6d.
An Elgiac Poem, &c. on William Shepherd, Merchant of Ply-'

month, who died, May 25, 1784. 4to. 60.
Au Elgy on the much-lamented Death of William Shepherd, of

Plymouth, Esq. an eminent Woollen-Manufacturer and Merchant :
who, after bearing a very redious Illnes, with a moft Chriftian
Fortitude, died May 25, A. D. 1784, aged 54. By J. Macey,
School-Maffer. 8vo. 3d.

The authors of these lachrymosa poemata' seem rather to have eloped from Bedlam than Parnassus. The first lays his scene ultra flagrantia mænia nịundi,' on the coast of bliss ;' and afterwards reinoves it to the third heaven,' where

• Seraphs arrive
At the blue throne, and reach the topless height.'
However irreconcilable this expression may seem to common
sense, the poem is precision itself, when compared with that of
the second bard's, which seems to have been dictated by the
genii, if such may be fupposed, of opacity and confusion. The
author first addreiles the diffenting preachers of Plymouth, to

accept of his books, and purchase Imall Bibles with the amount
thereof, and distribute them as they may judge proper. He
then gives us another title-page, and another dedication to the
reverend the clergy.
• My friends, here take the law * of laws !- -a task,

O, ye priests of God,

Moses, with his rod,
To quench the thirit of jew,
Made rocks to weep a flood ;
So, to feed the

With these books, allure
Them to their good ! do you'.

Salvation preach;- Christ's blood ! With hands impartial, give to all that alk.' of the verses we hall say nothing; they sufficiently speak for themselves. But we cannot help exprefling fome degree of surprize, how the diffenting clergy are to purchase Bibles with the Sale of books they are defired to accept as a present: or how the author could foresee that Mr. Shepherd's death would oblige

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