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as may be fuppofed. In the outset of the work now before us (which we have not before noticed) party fpirit feemed rather too predominant; a blemifh which we are glad to fee fubfiding as the volumes advance. One excufe may, however, be offered for the prevalence of Opposition Wits-writers out of place have mott leifure for the exertion of literary talent.

"The contents of the Fifth Volume, the Editor affures himfelt, will be found to comprife an unu'nat and pleafing v riety, and to have been selected with pe feet in partiality; and he ple 'ges himf If to ohferve the fame unbited conduct in the farther profecution of the work.”

184. A Letter to a Bihop, concerning Lectureships written several Years ago; epublished March, 1801.

THE dependent fiate to which thefe fituations fubject the Clergy is to well known, that no new information is

here offered.

FOREIGN LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. 185. Abrégé de l'Histoire Universelle, pour la Direction des Jeunes Gens, &c. Par feu M. Vernet, Professeur à Geneve. Nouvelle Edition. A Londres. 1801.

THIS little volume may be confidered as a moft comprehentive, and, at the fame time, a moft fimple and lucid coup d'œil of univerfal hittory. Some years fince, we understand, the prefent Editor accidentally picked up a copy of it at Geneva; and, much as he was pleafed with it, depended on finding more copies in London at the importers of foreign works; but, after ranfacking all theirs, and the fhops of fecond-hand books, never had fight of another copy in the courfe of five or fix years; and therefore took upon himfelf the hazard of reprinting it. Concurring with him in opinion, we chearfully recommend the work, which has evidently been drawn up by the hand of a mafter, perhaps the first man of literature, Roufleau excepted, that Geneva could boaft of in the laft century. The Editor had begun a continuation; but defifted, through fear of difparaging the original work by an heterogeneous union.

186. Hiftoire des Mathématiques, dans la
quelle
on rend compte de leur progrès dépuis
leur origine jufqu'à nos jours; où l'on expofe
le tableau et le développement des principales
découvertes dans toutes les parties des matbe
matiques, les conteftations qui fe font élevées
entre les mathématiciens, et les principaux
maits de la vie des plus célèbres: nouvelle

édition, `confidérablement augmentée et prolongée jufque vers l'époque actuelle par E. Monturi de Pinftitut national. Tomes III. et IV achevés et publiés par Jerôme Delalande, de l'inftitut national. [With 19 plates, and the portraits of the late Montucl, and of Mr. Delalande.] Paris. IT is now upwards of 30 years fince Mr. Montucla published the first edition of the two firft volumes of this mathematics to the end of the 17th work, which contain the hiftory of century. This part was, however, incomplete; and the author made confiderable additions to thefe two first vohomes, which were likewife published

about two years ago.

The third and fourth volumes, which we now announce, and which comprize the hiftory of mathematics from the commencement of the 18th century to the prefent time, had never before appeared; though it is, perhaps, more rich in this refpect than any of thofe by which it was preceded, being that Grange, La Place, Delalande, &e. of Euler, Dalembert, Condorcet, La The Literary Publick has had the misfortune to lofe Mr. Montucla, when he was occupied in completing the two end was left imperfect by him, and a volumes. Of the third volume, the which are here very ably fapplied by great part of the fourth; the defects of Mr. Delalande, To the third volume he has prefixed a Preface, compofed by hinfelf; and has likewife added to the end of the fourth a life of Mr. Montucla, together with fuch a general Index to thefe two laft volumes as Mr. M. had fubjoined to the two fit.

*P. 837, b. l. 14 -nd 44, for Desarx, read Dexos.

INDEX INDICATORIUS. HORTICULUS, of Barton (whofe letter was NOT POST PAID), reques information as to the beft means of destroying he GOR-FLY, or SPINACH-BUG, in gardens.

E. S. S. obferves, that the coin in our laft, fig. 5, p. 702, is not an angel of Henry VIII.; but a very common coin of Henry VII. and by no means valuable.

In this abundant feason of PEACHES, a Correfpondent fuggefts, that the Sons of that fruit, dried, and pounded fine in a mortar, is a fovereign remedy for Pleurifies. It is to be fited, and he whole given in a fuitable vehicle. The fize of the foc to be fuited to the firength of the patient.

A. Z. A. afks our advice We wish to encourage him in his very Ludable pursuit.

The Memoirs of Mr. GIFFORD, by a VOLUNTEER; in our next.-N. Y's cor rections came to hand toolae for this month.

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TO ENTHUSIAST.-By Mr. G. DZER

ERE you, my friend, fome nimble. winged thing, [arghe, That could with eagle (peed extend your Then might you range the world, Then pierce each lonely place. Whether 'twene lazar houfe, or dungeon dreas,

Or hil', or beetling cliff, or time-worn cave, Where Mifery fat and figh'd

Her troubles, still unfeer;

And here, perchance, at eve her hollow eye On ne hood tone at times might drop the

tear

Arance the dame, who mourn'd

Her hapless children's fate;

Then had you, gende friend, the chernic art Of twore young hes, that roves from Bow's to faw'r;

How fondly might you cove! What balmy (weets infiale ! Then, left employment with what tende. Bill, [fores mix; Wondering, might you those hovey'd treaAnd form a fovereign balm

To heal the mourner's heart! Were you, my friend, fome dart-emiting Go4,

Like him, who piere'd in Grecia mortal hearts;

How might you range the world,

And find each gladfome place!

Whether twas village-green, or city gav, How might you roving find each cheerful fcene,

Where youths and maidens fmile,

And carol thro" the day i

And when, perchance, with joy-illumin'd exey [dance, Thoughtless of love, they frolick'd in the How might you throw your dart, And fit anfeen away!

Then you again might change your tiny form,

Stand farth the Gad, protector of the fair, Your head with roles crown'd, And in your hand a torch! Then might you light the lovers on their way, [their hearts, Then fing the fong, that fhould endear 'Till they thould love, and love,

And still grow old in love!

Ah! could you foodly climb yon orient fun, Ride on his beam, and travel round the world,

How might you, crown'd with light,
Cheer all the nations round f

Yes! Friend, were you like that refulgent

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[penfe How might you in your daily courfe difLiht, liberty, and love, Still travelling to bliis!

Were you but cease, Enthusiast, cease

your speed;

For what avail, O man, fantastic flights
Why mufe ideal deeds,

Heedlefs of what is true?

You are not bee, nor fan, nor (prite, nor
You are a humble, weak, unwinged thing,
god:
The frail inhabitant

Of this poor clod of earth!

And has not this poor earth, that very spot, Where thou art wont to rove, enough of range?

Ahi where then won't thou move?
Behold your proper sphere !

Ceafe, then, Enthefiaft: thy fender bark,
How fhould it hope to cross the mighty fea?
Keep close to there-or, ah!

Thy bark fivill founder foen.

VERSES

Adreffed to a LITTLE BOY, at Bath, whe was to put on male attire (or, as it is commmonly called, be breeched) on bis FATHER'S BIRTH-DAY.

BR

RIGHT the moon rode thro' the sky; -
Ev'ry far was feen on high;
On the hedges dew-drops hưng;
While beneath the glow-worra mhone.
As the fairy king and queen
Tripp'd together o'er the green;
Many an elfin-man was there;
Many an elfin-maiden fair.
In the vales of Somerset

They togther all were met;
And upon the Avon's banks
Held their fports, and play'd their pranks.
Then Oberon their king began:
Thro' the mazy dance they ran,

Hither, Robin Goodman, come,
And relate what thou haft done.
"Tell us whither thou haft stray'd
Since we last together play'd;
Say what evil has there been;

Or what virtue haft thou feen."
ROBIN.

"I to Bath my fteps have bent;
There to ev'ry houfe I went;
Plagu'd the giddy and the vain,
And reliev'd the fick from pain.
"I have pinch'd the dunce's ear;
I have made the naughty fear;
But upon the good child's bed
Eafe and pleafure I have shed.
"Yet there's one so docile, mild,
Such a good obedient child,
That I can no treasure find

Worthy of fo sweet a mind:
"Soon will the revolving year
Bring his Father's birth-day here:
Then, O gracious king and queen,
Who o'errule the fylvan fcene,

"Let

"Let fome treasure Puck poffe's,

That he may this good child bless,
And on that aufpicious day
To his worth a tribute pay."

OBERON.

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"This with pleasure we will grant; Nor fhalt thou a treasure want, Such as thall become the boy, And fhall give him Lifting joy. "When the year this birth-day brings He hall leave off childish things; We his prefent drefs will take, And for him a vefture make.. "Come, Titania, let each elf In this work employ itfelf; Let thy fairy-maids prepare, With our fays the talk to thare. "Robin, to the pastures round, Where the choiceft theep are found, Fly-the finest fleeces pluck, Hafte and bring them, gentle Pack." Strait his willing wings he plies, To the neighb'ring downs he flies; Of their fleeces robs the sheep, While the drowsy fhepherds fleep: With the prize he swift returns, While with joy his bolom burns; Quick the fairy train with kill, Pleas'd, perform their fov'reign's will. Some with ready zeal are (een Dext'roufly the fleece to clean;" Some from herbs a dye prepare; To card the wool's another's care; Some together ftrive to form Shuttles of the beetle's horn, Or the various works direct, While their fellows looms erect. Fairy-maidens then begin O'er the warp the woof to fling, Conftantly their fingers move Till at length the cloth is wove. Ready elfs the woollen dye; Then within the moon's beams dry: Near, an elfin taylor stands To receive it from their hands. Fairy labours foon are done: Long before the rifing fun They the promis'd vesture bring, And prefent it to the king. He their diligence commends; And for faithful Robin fends, Gives the treasure which he feeks, To him thus with kindness speaks: "Here, fweet Puck, a prefent fee, Worthy him and worthy thee. Hafte, prefent it to the boy; May he health and it enjoy ! "May his father's heart receive All the pleasure earth can give, As he thro' fucceeding years With fuccefs this fcion rears!

"Let him ev'ry coming day
Be with confcious virtue gay.
Come, fweet queen, do thou combine,
And to ours thy bleffings join.”
Bright Titania ftrait reply'd,
"May he be his mother's pride,
May he ever give her pleature,
May the long poffefs her treasure!
"As his childish manners cease,
Let his manly worth increife;
Let him Honour's laws fulfill,
And per form his parents' will;
"Grow in virtue more and more
'Till the race of life be o'er;
Then in regions fat above,
Live
in glory, live in love.

"Now, good Puck, thy prefent bear
To the object of thy care,
Hafe, return before the night,
Yield dominion to the light."

Strait to Bath the gift he carries,
Leaves it tere, nor longer tarries.
Here then, Charles, the dress you fee;
It was made, fweet boy, for thee. G. R. EL

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ADIES, to minds difpos'd aright, Trifles adminifter delight,

LA

E'en Fire-fkreens ferve important ends,
And call to mind our abfent friends.
That skreen and stand, now in my view,
Are furely very like you two:
Nay frown not—if I fay, dear Madams,
It is Mifs Sleech, it is Mils Adams.
The skreen the first, pray make it outg
That I can do beyond a doubt.
Is the not round, polite, and knows
With skill in heats to interpofe?
Her temper as that furface even
Is furely the belt gift of Heaven,
And, if you fearch her inmott mind
Depend upon't you there will find
For fenfe and worth in every scene,
She is a perfect Evergreen.

This for Mifs Sleech-and now, my Madams
Mark how I prove that fick Mifs Adans
Is the not taper, tall, and fiender,
Her heart ftill upright, candid, tender;
To fkreen diftrefs its favourite end,
Still open to a bofom friend?
Then the has got, with truth 'tis faid,
A well-turn'd and ingenious head;
And is, if rightly understood,
A moft accomplish'd stick of wood.
And now, pray, Ladies good, excufe
This fuperannuated Muse,
Who, able to do nothing better,
Indires to you this worthless letter:
But ere the throws her pen away,
Permit her heartily to pray,

Thur

That, as this focial stand and skreen
In clofet union still are feen,
Each other as you better know,
You may in firmest friendship grow,
And may thofe reverend men your fres
Warm with religions boly fires,
With Faith and Learning's ftore replete;
At many a future audit meet,
Nor vifit yet those realms of day,
To which fo well they point the way!
Here long to fkreen them, and defend
Their age from harm, may you atterd,
Unless with your good fenfe and truth,
You deign to bless some chosen youth,
And leave poor Gloucefter in the lurch,
To raile young Prebends for the Church.
Wotton, Nov. 1, 1786.
R. B.

B is fled,

On the Death of HENRY BEWICKE. Efq. July 4; fee our Obituary this Month. EWICKE, farewell! the vita! frank [dead; And thou art number'd with the Glent Yet mèm'ry cafts a penfive look behind, To trace the virtues that adorn'd thy mind, And paints thee flow ly finking to the ton b, Far from the joys, th' endearing ties of home, No kindred near to watch each "(hort'ning breath," [of death." And "fmooth" with anxious care "the bed The humble poor thy early loss muft grieve, [relieve; Whole heart could pity, and whofe hand While oft at morning-dawn, or ev❜ning. fhade,

[laid, They feek the facred spot where thou art Where fpreading trees their folemn foliage wave, [grave. And deck with sweetest flow'rs thy fylvan And long, dear youth, thy name shall be rever'd [fhar'd; By those who once thy fprightly converfe Who felt the charm of kindnefs fure to please,

Of polish'd manners, elegance, and ease, And knew thee oft the mental feat prolong, With all th' enchanting pow'rs of wit and

fong,

Who now with forrow unaffected mourn,
And drop the tear of friendship o'er thy urn.
Neath, Sept. 10.
W. DAVIES,

ELEGY on Mifs TEMPLE, eldeft Daughter of Colonel TEMPLE, who died July 11, 1802, at Bristol,

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But mystic Fate in vain would man define; Heav'n's dark decrees t'unfold who'd vainly dare?

Confumption wan, alas! to youch fwern foe, [fraught band,

Wav'd o'er hér tender frame his deathImpatient way'd; fuch beauty to forge,

Such growing gace, provok'd tus fell demand.

Malignant fyptoms hence, a fickly train, O'er her pale form their baneful influence fpreid;

The rofe no more preferv'd its gay domain,
Faded its charms, its bluthing benours fied.
What now remains? where fhail we now
defcry
[Spread?
That genial bloom by Nature's bounty
That ray of truth full heaming from her eye,
Where is the rolling brilhant? whither

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my heart,

No more her thrilling touch shall melt [sar; The trembling ftrings feft vibrate on my No more her mimic pencil's fplendid art

Unite all tafte within its magic fphere. To her quick-kindling, her immortal fight, High Genius ope'd his mines of purelt ray, And Truth fell brightend with new frems of light

The mighty realm of mind's eternal day. To wit, to raste, to elegance, was join'd All that in fentiment and feeling dwells; This thought in love's despair thall footh my mind, [meed excels. And wake that pride which Fame's proud Sprung from the fruitful lap of teeming May,

The flow'r affumes its long-forgotten hue, Throws off th' unfightly mask of chill decay, And warm with op'ning (weets blooms

But, once inbears'd in Death, the mould'ring forth anew; [frame

Beams not again with radiant luftre

crown'd, [claim, For ever muft these cheerful realms difForlorn, forgotten, lie in night profound. There in dark lodgements quietly repose Those limbs once taught with matchless [glows,

grace to move; Tho' warm to Mem'ry's eye the portrait By Fancy colour'd, and bedeck'd by Love, Her form all bright in Glory's dazzling fmile

Triumphantly my longing eyes furvey; Seraphic dreams my night's deep griefs beguile,

And Faith illumines with celeftial ray. Newark, Aug. 27. F. C. T.

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S thus, O eve! I ponder in thy reign, And on fome rock enlichen'd bank I lie, [outstretch'd eye, Conceal'd from view-and whilst my All"idly gazing," o'er Ceftria's * domain ;

Or, as I mark the gentle rippling main, Ting'd with the gold of yonder Western sky;

And fee the fombre fhadows as they fly In fportive fancy o'er the fringed plain : Sweet mem'ry then doth fill my mufing breast,

And foft I con those happy moments o'er, When Myra first, with looks in mildness dreft,

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SONNET, to the Earl of CARNARVON, On the defembodying of the Wiltshire Militia, 1802. ARNARVON, who from antient [friends, Through a long line of England's nobleft Whole firm command, yet all-engaging [obey;

Cking defcends,

way,

Made Waltibire fons with cheerful hearts
Who, ever zealous in his country's cause,
Alike befriends our liberty and laws;
In Senates fleady, bold, convincing, clear;
In camps-to ev'ry loyal foldier dear;
Of honeft worth the conftant patron found;
Slow to condemn, and eager to reward:
Rever'd by all the liberal minds around;
(Merit, wherever seen, should claim regard!)
To you may Heaven its choicelt bleffings
fend,
[mend!

Health, fame, and all that mortals e'er com-
H.

STANZAS, addressed to B. BURGESS, Efq. on bis Marriage with Mifs BARRETT.

E

RE yet the Spring attains its round, Or May our fancy greets; We tread the gardens cultui'd mound, And hail its future sweets.

Each foot with niceft care is drefs'd,

The latent feed contains;

The branches prun'd, the weeds fupprefs'd,
Evince the gard'ner's pains.

Nature with prompt and lib`ral pow'r
Extends her large produce;

The rip'ning fruit, the op'ning flow'r,
For ornament or use.

Such was thy beauteous lovely bride
When first I faw her face;
Just as the blush of maiden pride
O'er infant fports took place.

From parents love the guidance flow'd,
Which train'd each tendril best;
Nature the kindeft foil beftow'd,

Instruction did the rest.

This garden deck'd with ev'ry grace,
With ev'ry virtue fown,
By wedlock's facred foft embrace
Is now become thy own.
And long in Summer's gay attire

Nor baneful blight, or tempeft dire,
May'st thou its tweets enjoy,

One blooming hope destroy !
May still thy Autumn be serene,
Nor ripen'd life decline,

Till joyful harvest intervene,
And a new race fhall fhine!

When

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