accurately expreffed. It is probably the production of a young writer; who appears not defective in genius, but we cannot compliment him on his judgment. The War of Wigs, a Poem, occafioned by a late Event in Weft minfer-Hall. 4to. 15. 6d. Kearfley. 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 cafual terror, feems to have fuggefted this wordy war, where ferjeants and barrifters contend, with little dignity and lefs addrefs. Yet the battle gives occafion to the poet to defcribe the different perfonages, in fmooth and poetic, often in pointed and well-appropriated language:-this perhaps is all that we fhould expect ; for, as Mr. Bayes obferves, a plot is of little ufe but to bring in good things. We fhall felect the concluding lines as a fpecimen, As o'er the troubled deep when tempefts rise, And hush'd the ftorm. M-sf---d, in whom appears Whom Law and Learning's various arts attend, O bleft with all that greatnefs can renown, The claffic laurel, and the civic crown! Whofe facred honors ev'n in death fhall bloom, And future ages bless the sweet perfume.' An Epifle from the Rev. William M-n to the Right Hon. William Pitt, Chancellor of the Exchequer ; petitioning for the va cant Laureateship. 4to. 6d. Dilly. The report, whether true or falfe, that Mr. M- -n was lately a candidate for the laureateship, has given rife to this piece of ridicule; the author of which likewife has proved fo far unfuccefsful as greatly to fail in the imitation of that inge nious gentleman's ftyle and manner. An Epifle from John Lord Ashburton, in the Shades, to the Right The fubject of this author's poetry feems to have a fympathetic connection with his genius; for we never read any thing that deferves more to be buried in oblivion. F 2 Poetical Poetical Trifles. By Edward Trap Pilgrim, Efq. Small 8vo. 15. 6d. Debrett. Thefe Trifles are rather calculated to amuse in a newspaper, than for a foundation on which the author's fame may fecurely reft. Some of them are light, eafy, and pleafing; others trifling and infipid.-Thofe who write on temporary fubjects muft neceffarily confine their praise to the uncertain period of the follies which they celebrate or fatirife. Memoirs of Sir Simeon Supple, Member for Rotborough. 8vo. 15.6đ. Kearsley. The author has acted injudiciously, by reminding us of the inimitable and unimitated New Bath Guide. Thefe Memoirs resemble it; but must be arranged at a great distance from the work of Mr. Antey: they poffefs few traits of humour, little knowlege of human nature, and faint fparks only of poetic fire. The two following flanzas, part of the remonftrance of a condemned oak, are the most highly finished lines. Hold ruthlefs peafant! hold thy lifted arm, Nor let thy ftroke 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, Of the other parts, the minifter's fpeech at the levee is by far the beft; and we fhall extract a few lines of it as a fpecimen. "Sir Simeon Supple, I'll always contend, I proteft that I did not difcern you before, And when, my dear friend, do you make the grand tour? Dear fir, you're a rule for my friends, I declare : The author difclaims any perfonal allufion; yet we sometimes fufpect that he verges towards it. But perhaps the fcenes defcribed have been fo often acted, that it is not easy to repeat what may not, in fome degree, be applied. Elegies and Sonnets. 4to. 35. Cadell. Though we find not any thing peculiarly striking, or indicative of ftrong original genius in thefe poems, they are by no means liable to critical cenfure. The language is pure, easy, and grammatical. We think the Sonnets in general extremely elegant, and fhall adduce the following on Love, in vindication of our opinion. Ah! who can fay, to him that fondly loves And now in joys is loft, and now in tears: Gay fmiles the morn, deceitfully ferene, And clouds, and fudden darkness intervene,, And blaft with ruthless forms the beauteous fcene.' Verfes on the Death of Dr. Samuel Johnson. 4to. 15. 6d. Dilly. Dr. Johnson has not been very happy in his paneygyrists: nor is the prefent author much more fuccefsful than his predeceffors. He tells us, that a friend, whofe 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 lay them before the public. His friend muft 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 state. Soon as the mind exerts a wish to ftray. To learning's heights from cuftom's beaten way, Which nature lent in childhood dubious gleam; And thofe pure lights which revelations throw Or view him in the Chriftian hero die.' Whether Dr. Johnson is intended by this feminine fun of science,' we can no more conjecture, than how its beams can fet the light of the moon on fire.' The author, or his learned friend, fhould have favoured us with a comment on this paffage. It is caviare to the million,' and will never be un derstood by the vulgar. Death improved. An Elegiac Poem, occafioned by the Death of the Rev. T. Gibbons, D. D. By Richard Piercy. 8vo. 6d. Buckland, The poem opens with the never-failing obfervations made ufe of by a long train of fucceeding bards in their funereal elegies. The author firft expreffes his furprize at Death's wide devaftation; that he spares neither age nor fex,' neither weak nor strong in fhort, Nor ought (aught) fuffices but the lives of all.' These deep reflections, on which funeral fermons have rung all the changes the fentiment could poffibly admit, naturally lead him to ask Death why he does fo? whence proceeds his thirf of blood why blend the good and bad together.' Why muft the kind, the gen'rous, the devout, This of course introduces the principal fubject 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 too obfcure ? Canft thou no chearing beam of light endure? Shed gentle luftre on our gloomy days? How various, how important his employ, To mind his learning and devotion call,? After the catalogue of his virtues we have likewife the following cuftomary exclamation. But now too late, too late 'tis to complain: Gibbons the great, the good, thy hand has flain.' The next lines however tell us, that we ought rather to blame Sin than Death on this affecting occafion; As all have finn'd, so all for fin must die,' Thus Thus concludes the fecond page, and with which we shall conclude our critique. What follows is much in the fame ftrain, and gives a higher idea of the author's piety than poetical abilities. An Elegy on the much lamented Death of William Shepherd, Esq. Merchant, of Plymouth, who died, May 25, 1784. By the Rev. Herbert Mends. 4to. 6d. An Elegiac Poem, &c. on William Shepherd, Merchant of Plymouth, who died, May 25, 1784. 4to. 6d. An Elegy on the much-lamented Death of William Shepherd, of Plymouth, Efq. an eminent Woollen-Manufacturer and Merchant : who, after bearing a very tedious Illness, with a moft Chriftian Fortitude, died May 25, A. D. 1784, aged 54. By J. Macey, School-Mafter. 8vo. 3d. The authors of thefe lachrymofa poemata' feem rather to have eloped from Bedlam than Parnaffus. The first lays his fcene ultra flagrantia mænia mundi,' on the coast of bliss ;' and afterwards removes it to the third heaven,' where Seraphs arrive At the blue throne, and reach the topless height. However irreconcilable this expreffion may feem to common fenfe, the poem is precifion itself, when compared with that of the fecond bard's, which feems to have been dictated by the genii, if fuch may be fuppofed, of opacity and confufion. The author firft addreffes the diffenting preachers of Plymouth, to accept of his books, and purchase fmall Bibles with the amount thereof, and diftribute them as they may judge proper.' He then gives us another title-page, and another dedication to the reverend the clergy. * My friends, kere take the law of laws!-a task, O, ye priests of God, To quench the thirst of jew, With hands impartial, give to all tharask Of the verfes we fhall fay nothing; they afficiently fpeak for themselves. But we cannot help expreffing fome degree of furprize, how the diffenting clergy are to purchase Bibles with the fale of books they are defired to acept as a prefent: or how the author could foresee that Mr. Shepherd's death would oblige *Bibles (purchased by a thousand of these poems, &c.) given to the poor to fulfil a facred promife made of fo doing on the fafe return of a friend from fea. I have fworn and I will perform it." Pfalm cxix. 106.' F4 other |