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Not this, alas! the false Enthusiast's lot *, 655

Who (all the softness of her sex forgot,

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* I should fail in the execution of the duty I have prescribed myself, if I forbore to notice the dangerous tendency of very many of those productions which pass current among the youth of both sexes under the name of Novels.-Far from imputing to their Authors any systematic attempt, like that mentioned by the Abbé Barreul, to undermine the morals of mankind, I would only put it to their judgment, if it be not unnecessary as well as unwise to administer the poison, merely to try the effect of the antidote Morality “ comes in the cold abstract,” when the passions have been inflamed by examples of successful Vice, even though the Offender be finally sentenced to condign punishment. To One Lady I particularly address myself, as her talents have raised her to an elevated situation, both in the fashionable and literary worlds. Blest with every intellectual endowment, her earliest years were devoted to the Muses; her taste, however, was indiscriminate, and she unfortunately selected for a model the most voluptuous Poet of the Senses; an imitation of whose style and sentiments was some time ago published with her name ! The many bitter observations which that publication

excited, have, no doubt, convinced her, that this was not the most

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And, as her wilder Fancy, unconfin'd)
Leaves that Mimosa faculty of mind,
Which shrinks from all, but most of all, from wrong,
To frame for loose desire a looser song. 660
For her, no sweet remembrance lives to cheer

The close of life's anticipated year;

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prudent course for a young female to pursue; and she has often,

I dare say, exclaimed with Bonefonius:

Ite in exitium malásque flammas,

Musae permicies mea juventa.

But the open licentiousness of Little has been abandoned for the soft seduction of Rousseau. It is the emasculating tone of her Novels, the continued appeals in them to the worst feelings of Man, which have extorted this notice from me. In an age like the present, when the writings of the French Savantes are ushered into the world under the auspices of Fashion, it behoves us to examine with a scrutinizing eye every production which is sanctioned by its regards.—Let me, therefore, admonish this lady, that an indulgence in the faults here censured, how

ever agreeable to the Modish Tribe, will neither add to her

Whilst not an eye but scorns her futile lore,

And not a voice is rais'd but to deplore.

Tinctur'd with all the spleen that Age imparts, 665
Spleen oftengender'd in the purest hearts,
Ill-omen'd Barbauld” stalks with double claim,
(Poet and Prophet, as of old, the same;)
Congenial Ravens hover in her train,
And clap their wings in concert with the strain: 670
Like Priam's daughter, still presaging woe,

To England's peace she strikes the fatal blow;

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reputation hereafter, nor suggest any consolatory reflection at a period when Poetry and Prose must have an end. * To Mrs. Barbauld's merits as a writer of elementary books for children I am ready to bear testimony; but I cannot see what good purpose is likely to be answered by the publication of her “ Eighteen Hundred and Eleven.”—I do not, however, apprehend much danger from its predictions.—The doctrine of trans-Atlantic happiness is now pretty generally exploded; and,

Democracy has again failed before the test of experience.

Dims the bright glories in her orb that shine,
And gives them all, America, to thine!
To thine,—where, circled by chaotic night, 675
Young Genius struggles to behold the light; -
Art all her stores reluctantly unfolds;
Science her ivy-garland still withholds;
And, heav'nly Poesy, those Scenes among,
More fair, more wild, than all by Poet sung, 680
Owns not one Votary to bless her reign,
Where Commerce steels the heart, and dulls the

plodding brain.

Thanks to the Age, too wise to be deceiv'd,
The Seer's predictions ne'er will be believed!
Long, very long, ere England shall be “known 685
“By the grey ruin, and the mouldering stone.”
Long, very long, Columbus, ere “thy world.”
Shall, for its standard, see the Lion furl’d.

Soon, very soon, shall Barbauld's verse sublime, .

Prove the sad truth, that all things yield to Time!

Yet, why, forsaking plain and easy prose,
Primers and Horn-Books which could still compose,
Why wouldst thou mix among the younger throng,
Who move with lighter, livelier step along :
Then, when a purer motive bade thee write, 695
Content to “blend instruction with delight,”
We prais'd thy labors; but, since now thy pen,
For higher, bolder flights assumed again,
Forebodes thy Country's ruin, and would try
To make our fancy give our eyes the lie",— 700
Thy folly forces us to cry, “No more;”

And half retract the praise we gave before.

Some few years since,—when party rage ran high,

And France the word, and Freedom all the cry,

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- - - - - - his face loudly gives his tongue the lie.

CHURCHILL.

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