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Art. 22. Poetical Essays on Moral Subje@s: To which is added, A Winter-piece, in Profe. By a Youth. 12mo. Is. 6d. Buckland. 1787

The pious fpirit, and the good intention, of this young Writer, will not, we are afraid, atone for the want of fancy in his verse, and of fimplicity in his profe. In the former, his muse creeps as much too humbly, as the foars too loftily in the latter.

Art. 23. Poems, by Maria and Harriet Falconar. 12mo. 3s. 6d. fewed. Johnfon. 1788.

Thefe poetic buds promife fair for a beautiful crop, when the full flowering feafon arrives; if, in the mean time, they are neither nipped by the unkind blights, nor chilled by the cold severity, of criticifm. For the prefent, we are glad to fee their growth and bloom encouraged by a very handsome fubfcription.

Art. 24. Ovid's Heroids; or Epiftles from the Heroines of Antiquity. Tranflated into English Verfe, by James Ewen. 8vo. 6s. Dixwell. 1787.

This adventurer, in the arduous task of poetical translation, profeffes to have been early converfant with the writings of Pope: how much he improved his tafte by the study of fo elegant a model, we leave the Reader to judge, by the following extract from the clofe of Dido's Epistle to Æneas:

O that Æneas could behold me write !
His fword lies in my lap while I indite;
My trickling tears the naked fword bedew;

Which foon for tears fhall drink blood's crimson bue.
How well your gift and my fad fate agree!

Cheaply you raise a monument for me.

This weapon's not the first has pierc'd my heart;

It feels the wound of cruel Cupid's dart.

Ann, my dear Sifter, my dear Sifter Ann †,

Privy to all my weakness for the man;
When o'er my afhes the laft gifts you shed,
Say not that me Sichæus e'er did wed:
Inftead of that infcription o'er my grave,
Let me for epitaph these verses have:
"Æneas both the cause and weapon found,

"Dido's own hand urg'd home the fatal wound."

The translation may perhaps be of fome ufe to idle school-boys in the lower forms, but what fatisfaction can it afford to those who are capable of admiring the beauties of Ovid ?

Art. 25. Poem to the Rev. Meffrs. Ramfay and Clark fon, Granville Sharp, Efq. Capt. Smith, and the refpectable Society of Quakers, on their benevolent Exertions for the Suppreffion of the Slave Trade. By J. N. Puddicombe, A. M. 4to. is. Richardson, &c. 1788. We fhall rejoice to find that Mr. P. is a prophet, as well as a poet; for thus he predicts:

*The eldest of thefe Parnaffian fifters is fixteen, the other fourteen.

+ Oh! Sophonisba! Sophonisba, oh!

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* Ye

Ye perfecuted race, exulting raise

Your drooping heads, prepare for happier days;
A ray of comfort breaking through the gloom
Of scattering woe, portends a milder doom:
That PowER whofe dear peculiar is to blefs,
Beholds your wrongs, and pities your distress.
Th' eventful period will arrive, 'tis nigh—'

Amen! fo be it! - But many there are, who augur differently.
Art. 26. A Poem on the Inhumanity of the Slave-trade. By Ann
Yearley. 4to. 25. Robinfons. 1788.

The good and ingenious Lactilla, having joined the benevolent band, affociated in the cause of humanity, attacks the flave-trade, and flave-holders, with great fpirit, in a poem which, on the whole, does not difgrace her former works, though it is by no means free from faults. In particular, we think, that, in the heat of invective, fhe mingles too many curfes and execrations with her arguments; fo that her poetry is apt to degenerate into fomething like fcolding.In exploding the pleas drawn from our commercial interefts, the thus flies out:

Curfes fall

On the destructive fyftem that fhall need
Such bafe fupports !'

Again, after expatiating on the cruelties exercifed on the flaves, by their mafters, and reciting a very affecting tale of a poor negroe, inhumanly butchered under the forms of law, fhe exclaims,

Gracious God!

Why thus in mercy let thy whirlwinds fleep
O'er a vile race of Chriftians, who profane

Thy glorious attribute? Sweep them from the earth!' But let us proceed to the production of another female pen, employed in the fame good caufe:

Art. 27. Slavery, a Poem. By Hannah More. 4to. I s. 6 d. Cadell. 1788.

Mifs More's performance breathes a more philofophic fpirit, and appears in a more elegant garb, than that which is the fubject of the preceding article. She is equally warmed by the facred fire of LIBERTY, and the pleads the caufe of the enslaved negroes in ftrains not lefs perfuafive, though perhaps lefs vigorous and energetic than thofe of the animated Lactilla.

The chief excellence of this poem confifts in its pathetic appeals to our feelings, in behalf of our fable fellow-creatures:

• From heads to hearts lies Nature's plain appeal,
Though few can reafon, all mankind can feel.
Though wit may boast a livelier dread of shame,
A loftier fenfe of wrong refinement claim;
Though polish'd manners may fresh wants invent,
And nice diftinctions nicer fouls torment;
Though thefe on finer fpirits heavier fall,
Yet natural evils are the fame to all.

Though

Though wounds there are which reafon's force may heal,
There needs no logic, fure, to make us feel.

The nerve, howe'er untutor'd, can sustain

A fharp, unutterable fenfe of pain:

As exquifitely fashion'd in a flave,

As where unequal fate a fceptre gave.'

The poem concludes with a juft tribute of praise to the memory of Captain Cook, whofe difcoveries tended only to enlarge the boundaries of human happiness; and we have alfo an eulogium on the peaceful PENN,' with that of the meek-fpirited fect to which the great Founder of Pennfylvania belonged; and who have fo laudably exerted themfelves for the fuppreffion of flavery; at whofe pious beheft (as our Poetefs happily expreffes it, in the following line), The chain untouch'd, drops off; the fetter falls!'

Art. 28. Aura; or the Slave. A Poem, in two Cantos. By Tho. Geo. Street. 4to. 2s. 6d. Kearsley. 1788.

We are by no means furprised, that verfe-men, as well as profemen, fhould take up their pens to reprobate the flave-trade, and to plead with the public in behalf of the poor negroes. The Mufes are by nature the friends of freedom, and never are we more enamoured of them than when they efpoufe the caufe of humanity. In a work directed to this object, a small portion of their influence is fufficient to render it interefting. Though the ftream be not altogether pure from the Heliconian fpring, we can drink of it with pleasure if it flows combined with the milk of human kindness. AURA, therefore, is a poem which cannot fail of being read with fome degree of approbation, though it has many imperfections. In numbers generally flowing with eafe, it relates a moft affecting ftory, chiefly founded (as the Author tells us) on a true one, which he had, when in Jamaica, from an old negroe woman. Chriftians have reafon to blush at the recital; for it proves that if we have not the black complexion of the Africans, we have, at least fome of us, the blackest hearts, and can requite the greatest good with the worst of evils.

As a fpecimen, we shall extract the Poet's account of the manner in which a party of Europeans, preferved from deftruction by the interpofition of fome humane negroes, rewarded their benefactors: Ofwego's hofpitable manfion gain'd,

Conceal'd behind some trees a few remain’d S
And those to whom Almanzo gave relief,
The dwelling enter'd of the friendly chief;
There spread for them they view a sweet repaft
Of fruits delicious to the nicest taste.
Their hunger by this gen'rous fare appeas'd
On Aura and her fire the wretches feiz'd;
Full many a ftruggle freedom to regain,
The bold Ofwego made, but made in vain :
The fignal giv'n, the reft their comrades join'd,
And Aura and her aged father bind;
For mercy at their feet low Aura bends,
For mercy, for relief her hands extends;
They, deaf to pity, no attention pay,
But drag them to their boat in chains away.'

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The story is abruptly introduced; the poem contains fome very weak and profaic lines; and we think the Author might have given fitter names to his heroes than Ofwego and Almanzo, one of which, at least, would found very ftrangely in the ears of an African chief. With fimilar impropriety too, he here introduces the war-whoop of the American favages.

The preface contains fome facts relative to the treatment of the negroes in our fettlements, which are recommended to the attention of those whofe humanity has prompted them to establish focieties for the abolition of the flave-trade. How far it is politic immediately to abolish this fhocking trade, we cannot pretend to fay; but HuMANITY feems to require it.

Art. 29. The Vifion of Columbus, a Poem, in Nine Books, by Joel Barlow, Efq. 12mo. 2s. 6d. Dilly. 1787.

This is an historical poem, in which the great events which have happened in confequence of the difcovery of America, are defcribed as in vifionary representation to Columbus. Though we do not find in the piece any confiderable share of that fire of genius and glow of fancy which are effential to epic poetry, yet, as a narrative of real facts in a poetical drefs, it has fome merit. Of the author's ftyle and tafte in verfification the reader will form no unfavourable idea, by the following extract from a well-fupported tale of Capac and Oella, founders of the Peruvian empire.

Led by his father's wars, in early prime,
Young Capac wandered from a northern clime;
Along these shores, with livelier verdure gay,
Through fertile vales the adventurous armies ftray,
He faw the tribes unnumber'd range the plain,
And rival chiefs, by rage and flaughter, reign;
He faw the fires their dreadful Gods adore,
Their altars ftaining with their children's gore;
Yet mark'd their reverence for the Sun, whofe beam
Proclaims his bounties and his power fupreme;
Who fails in happier fkies, diffufing good,
Demands no victim, and receives no blood.

In peace returning with his conquering fire,
Fair glory's charms his youthful foul infpire;
With virtue warm'd, he fix'd the generous plan,
To build his greatnefs on the blifs of man.

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By nature form'd to daring deeds of fame,
Tall, bold, and beauteous rofe his ftately frame;
Strong mov'd his limbs, a mild majestic grace
Beam'd from his eyes and open'd in his face
O'er the dark world his mind fuperior fhone,
And, foaring, feem'd the femblance of the fun,
Now fame's prophetic vifions lift his eyes,
And future empires from his labours rife;
Yet fofter fires his daring views controul,
Sway the warm wifh, and fill the changing foul,
Shall the bright genius, kindled from above,
Bend to the milder, gentler voice of love,

That

That bounds his glories, and forbids to part
From that calm bower that held his glowing heart?
Or fhall the toils imperial heroes claim,
Fire his bold bofom with a patriot flame,
Bid fceptres wait him on the diftant shore,
And blest Oella meet his eyes no more?

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Retiring penfive, near the wonted fhade,
His unfeen fteps approach the beauteous maid.
Her raven-locks roll on her heaving breast,
And wave luxuriant round her flender waist,
Gay wreaths of flowers her lovely brows adorn,
And her white raiment mocks the pride of morn.
Her bufy hand fuftains a bending bough,
Where woolly clusters spread their robes of fnow,
From opening pods unbinds the fleecy store,
And culls her labours for the evening bower.
Her fprightly foul, by deep invention led,
Had found the skill to turn the twisting thread,
To fpread the woof, the fhuttle to command,
Till various garments grac'd her forming hand.
Here, while her thoughts with her own Capac rove,
O'er former fcenes of innocence and love,
Through many a field his fancied dangers fhare,
And wait him glorious from the distant war;
Bleft with the ardent with, her glowing mind
A fnowy vesture for the prince defign'd;
She feeks the pureft wool, to web the fleece,
The facred emblem of returning peace.'

The author, who is a native of America, gives the public no unpleafing specimen of his own abilities, and of the attention which is paid to the muses, in this rifing republic.

NOVELS.

Art. 30. Blenheim Lodge. 12mo. 2 Vols. 5 s. fewed. Lane.

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1787.

From the Titum-ti ftyle, and little feverity in the manners of the perfons who figure in this novel, it is natural for Reviewers to conclude, that Blenheim Lodge is not the production of a masculine Grave and folemn as we are, however, it must be acknowledged, that the Writer fometimes elicits a park or two from our flinty bofoms, which kindles into fomething like approbation. In a word, the liveliness which runs through many of the pages, evinces a capacity for better things; but then it is to be objected, that this fprightlinefs often degenerates into flippancy-and thus have we finally perused these volumes with difguft. The fable has nothing striking or interefting in it; the characters are not fufficiently difcriminated; and as to the moral, we cannot find it.

Art. 31. The School of Virtue, on a new Plan. Infcribed to her Majefty. By a Gentleman of the Temple. 12mo. 2 Vols. 5 s. fewed. Lane. 1787.

We have here a very fingular production. A novel written, as we take it, by a Methodist, or at least by fome one of a fanatical

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