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Charged to be sure not to forget to bring home Peregrine Pickle's Adventures ; and when Dolly is sent to market to sell her eggs, The is commissioned to purchase The History of Pamela Andrews. In short, al ranks and degrees now read. But the moft rapid increase of the sale of books has been since the termination of the Jate war.

• A number of book-clubs are also formed in every part of England, where each member subscribes a certain suni quarterly to purchase books: in some of these clubs the books, after they have been read by all the subscribers, are sold among them to the higheft bidders, and the money produced by such sale is expended in fresh purchases ; by which prudent and judicious mode, each member has it in his power to become possessed of the work of any particular author he may judge deserving a superior degree of attention ; and the members at large enjoy the advantage of a continual succession of different publications, instead of being re." ftricted to a repeated perusal of the same authors; which must have been the case, if so rational a plan had not been adopted.

The Sunday schools are spreading fast ir most parts of England, which will accelerate the diffusion of knowledge among the lower classes of the community, and in a very few years exceedingly increase the sale of books.'

We shall not follow Mr. L. in his travels to Edinburgh and other places; nor in his details of his business and private life. His book is so open to a charge of vanity, that we could not wield a weapon against a man wholly unarmed, especially'as his vanity is seldom offensive ; but the following instance extorts a smile : ' At Weymouth we had the honour of walking the Esplanade, with their majesties, and the four princesses,'—and every one who came. Could Mr. L. read French, he might have met with an antidote. A young nobleman said to his uncle, I have been at the levee, and the king said many good things to me:-and I, answered the uncle, have been at a sermon of Bourdaloue's, who said many wise things to me.

To the book, which seems an honest faithful narrative, is prefixed a portrait so flattering as to bear little refemblance; a defect common to most English portraits : we prefer honest Dutch painters and engravers, who never venture to improve the works of nature.

Miscellaneous Poems, and a Tragedy. By Mrs. Weft. 8vo.

45. Faulder. 1791. M RS. West's poetical abilities are not of an inferior cast.

1. She mentions her having laboured under the disadvantages of a confined education, and that the duties of domestic life have allowed her but little leisure for literary pursuits.

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That time, however, has not been idly spent. The four odes which occur first in this performance evidently owe their birth to a reflecting and cultivated mind. A text of scripture is prefixed to the two former, which serves as a thesis for the subsequent poems. The second is on the following subject :

What is man that thou art mindful of him!' Psal. viii. 5. It concludes thus : • Turn then, ye erring pilgrims ! turn,

Who perfect bliss on earth pursue :
Her steps ye never shall discern;

To Heav'n the radiant cherub few,
When Adam fell. Go seek her there
By humble virtue, ardent prayer,

And Charity's directing light.
Not unregarded shall ye sigh:

Faith wafts your wilhes to the sky,
And years of endless joy shall your desires requite.
No more of partial evil tell,

Suppress the false repining lay:
Will not Eternity dispell

The sorrows of life's little day?
Ev'n Death, the last resisting foe,
To her refigns his ebon bow

And nerveless drops his murd'rous hand.
The Christian, by her name impellid,

Fenc'd by Devotion's facred shield,
Dares the seducing world and hell's infernal band,

Along the pilgrimage of life
. To heav'n submissive, see him go.
Secure from paffion's mental strife,

He feels not pallion's restless woe.
If to his lot indulgent heav'n
A path less intricate has giv'n,

And trew'd it with some casual flowers;
Grateful he crops the bloffoms fair,

And cultivates chole plants with care,
Whose fragrance will revive in heaven's ambrosial bowers,
But if through deserts, wild and rude,

With dangers fraught, his journey lies,
His mind, each rebel thought fubdu'd,

An intellectual calm supplies ;
While innocence, with gentle beam,
Attracts affection and esteem,

Still to the virtuous fufferer given.
Such are the antidotes to woe

These sublunary scenes bestow ;
Such is our portion here; and our reverfion, Heaven.'

The third, to Independence, displays likewise both thought and imagination : it concludes with very proper advice to the sons of affluence and fame,' which all must allow to be very good, and few will practise. The fourth, for the year 1789, exhibits Mrs. West's political opinions; in which the avows her zeal for freedom and the rights of man. Her sentiments, however, are neither illiberal nor improper. She is no wild enthusiast, who, in pursuit of those rights, would trample on ail salutary laws and ordinances. She is indeed a votary of freedom, but of freedom with Aftræa join'd.' The other poems are in general nót inferior to the odes. They are of various kinds ; eiegies, characters, pastorals, &c. The latter are evidently written after the manner of Shenstone, and it is not unsuccessfully copied. The paltoral in which the scene is laid in the Highlands, poffefses most originality; and the imagery is picturesque and appropriate.

• My temper is ardent and warm,

I was bred on the mountain's rough side ;
The labour, that strengthen’d my arm,

With courage my bosom supply'd.
My virtues resemble a soil

That boasts no improvement from art s
Tke offspring of nature and toil

They glow with full force in my heart.
I have met the keen wind of the North,

When it brought the thick tempeft of snow :
I have seen the fork'd lighning burst forth,

When the forests have Ihrunk from the blow.
To rescue my lambs and my sheep

The loud mountain torrent I've brav'd :
It was clamorous, stormy, and deep, .

But the tremblers I happily fav’d.
I have climb'd to the top of the cliff,

Whose summit bends far o'er the main,
From thence I've look'd out for the skiff

Of the fisher, beneath me, in vain.
Yet here, on it's uttermoft verge,

Their young ones the penguins will rear;
What time they from ocean emerge,
And spread their broad pinions in air,
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There the eggs of the sea-fowl I sought,

And the samphire that redolent blooms;
From that eminence haply I brought

The feathers that form thy light plumesa
There I clung, while the spray of the waves

Rose like mifts o'er the rocks at my feet,
And the birds darling fast from the caves,

Şeem'd with clamour to guard their retreat,
I have fail'd on the lake in my boat,

When the West hạch look”d dulky and red,
When the sea-mew, with ominous note,

Seem'd to call to the feast of the dead.
From the hills the storm menacing howl'd,

The firs thund'ring fell down the steep i
O'er the sky darkness awfully scowl'd,

And horribly roar'd the vex'd deep,
My vessel o'erwhelm'd in the shock,

I rose on the salt surge up-born ; .
Į swam to the caves in the rock,

And waited the coming of morn.
There chill'd by the keen driving blast,

And drench'd by the pitiless rain,
The day has reliev'd me at last,

But the night never heard me complain,
I have paft o'er the mountain, which shrouds

Its summit in regions divine,
When the moon, failing swift through the clouds,

Tipp'd with silver the arrowy pinę.
Thus I met the proceffion of death;

It pass'd me in Madowy glare ;
Şlow it mov'd to the valley beneath,

Then melted illusive in air.' . Some slight errors might be pointed out, besides that relae tive to the penguins; the most unfortunate birds, that could have been introduced, as, instead of broad pinions, they can scarcely be said to have any at all except what assist them in running or swimming. It is equally impossible for them to fly, and for us to account for their visit to the Hebrides, or what to understand by the feathers that form thy light plumes."

-We have no inclination, however, to dwell on faults, where the beauties are so much more numerous and prominent. The Tragedy will not bear a very critical examination; but it may be read with pleasure.

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Poems on various Occasions. By Lawrence Hynes Halloran.

410. 55. sewed. Trewman, Exeter. 1791. An Ode on the proposed Vifit of their Majesties to the City of

Exeter. By Lawrence Hynes Halloran. 410. 15. fewed.

Brice, Exeter. 1791. THE author of these miscellaneous poems, as far as we

1 can judge from the compositions themselves, writes with much facility. We commonly meet with a clearness of expresfion and an easy flow of diction, which is seldom compatible with laborious study and severe application. We are therefore induced to pay credit to his assertion, that they were for the greater part written in the evening (the only interval of relaxation from severer studies which his employ allows), when both body and mind were already fatigued with the business of the day. We however greatly question how far they may answer the motive he has thought proper to assign for his present as well as his former publication :- prodelle et delecture ; – the former for himself, the latter for his read. ers. The subjects are either too hacknied, or too little interesting to the public, for an author, unless poffeffing very superior talents, to entertain any well-grounded expectation of an extensive sale. Mr. Halloran would probably be more successful in obtaining the utile for himself, and the dulce for his readers, were he to exercise his talents on some well-chosen subject, and to dedicate a greater portion of his time to the revising, correcting, and improving it. From such a work he might acquire more reputation than from a hundred poetical essays like the present, which are of such a nature as most people of poetical taste and cultivated minds could easily write. The Elegy under a gallows is not the worst of these poems. The reader will not be displeased with an extract from it. A trayeller is supposed to be bewildered in a stormy night,

• In vain his anxious eye some Çot explores,
As o'er the dreary heath his fooifteps wind;

Around his head the ruthless tempest pours,
And Fear, and Anguila press him close behind.

• And now a blaze of lightning Aathing bright,
Aghalt,- he views the awful Gibbet near;

And Nowly rising from the neighb'ring height,
The fancied forms of shadowy Ghosts appear.

• In airy circles while around they fit,
And with shrill shrieks lament their fatal doom;

Lo! ftill Attention on yon hillock fit,
An hollow voice thus issuing from the tomb !

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