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of their farms (acquired by the greater dearth of their produce, and too oftén from the unrewarded toil of their haif-paid and half-starved labourers) to obtain a share in the vanities and follies of their superiors: facrificing folid advantages to einpty trifles and useless baubles; and common prudence to the ridiculous affectation of a false though fashionable taite. The capacious tankard of double-racked cyder, or wholesome, though home-brewed, October beer, improved by the addition of a nute brown toalt, -with which, and perhaps a broiled rasher or a steak of hung beef, the hospitable Franklin of the last century could regale himself, his neighbours, and friends, -are now rejected for a complete set of tea-tackle and a fugar-loaf; the bounties of Ceres and Pomona undervalued; and the dispiriting infusion of the leaves of an Asiatic ihrub, preferred to the exhilerating beverage derived from the red-streak apple tree or the barley mow. The glittering rows of plates and platters, which of yore adorned the dresser and shelves of the neat and oeconomic house-wife, give place to frangible earthen dithes and saucers, less fit for their purposes than even the wooden trenchers in use before the neglect to cultivate and preserve our timber made more work for the miners, pewterers, and cutlers. But glazed earthen plates must now dull the edges of our . knives; and the country 'squire, to keep a step higher than his neighbouring farmers, to please his modith madam, and escape being censured as a tasteless churl, muft prefer the brittlenels and frailty of Dresden porcelain to the solidity and permanence of Danmonian pewter.'
The editor wishes to have continued the work, if a proper affiftant could have been procured. But, as Risdon's Survey is much mutilated, and very scarce, we would recommend the re-publication of one of the best manuscripts, probably that of Mr. Southcombe, of Rose-Ash, which appears to have been the property
of Mr. Giles Risdon, our author's eldest son, together with the notes and corrections by Mr. Chapple, which Itill remain. In this way, with little labour, the public may obtain an accurate account of the ancient Itate of the very respectable county which was the object of our author's review.
Landscapes in Verse. Taken in Spring. By the Author of Syma
pathy. Second Edition. 4to. 25i 6d. Becket. T! Heodorus, an enthusiast in love and poetry, is introduced
as bewailing the absence of his Cleone, and drawing a melancholy kind of satisfaction, which fenfibility only can feel or conceive, from reflecting on the object of his paffion, and contemplating the rural scenes around him. He hails the deep folitude
* Sacred to love, to filence, to Cleone." He invokes the Mufes to
• Come, with Imagination's pregnan't store
Unblemish'd from the tomb, in all their charms.' We object but to one word in the above passage, and that we should have suspected to have been owing to an error in the press, had it not been retained in the second edition : for know's, in the ninth line, we must read knows, to render it grammatical. Theodorus proceeds farther to invoke Fancy, and illustrates her power by imagining Cleone present, and pare ticipating with him the pleasure which 'natural objects afford to the contemplative and sentimental mind. As they reft awhile on the skyey summit, he introduces a defcription, which those who have loved will undoubtedly feel, of the pleasures arising from a mutual affection,
• The joy of admiration undisturb’d;-
More than the hurricane the bending reed ; ?> They proceed to trace the “ varied beauties of the vale ;” and then, under the inspiration of Fancy, now introduced as feated on the hill,' he' etches the vernal landscape in such a mánner as proves that the deity, so often introduced, has not been offended with our author's frequent invocation. After having exhibited a picturesque delincation of various objects, he hears 7
. The village bell with melancholy sound
Ring out the knell of death.' The thought which it excites in Theodorus, of the misery he must feel, mould he survive his Cleone, is well introduced, and the passage tender and affe&ting. He now hears the fre. quent repetition of
O frail mortality !
At length I saw,
He saw me not-his vision was above!'This description is. nervous and energetic. An episode follows, which informs us; who this,' man of sorrow' was. The story, though much inferior, bears some affinity to that of Celadon and Amelia, in Thomson's Seasons. The marriageday is fixed for the two lovers, Fanny and Agenor : on the preceding evening;
• Season of universal calm! all breath'd
Waik’d forth Agenor and his deftin'd bride.' All those who have • felt true paffion' are called upon to • tell,' we fhould rather read conceive or imagine, 03
• O tell
" with eager
• O tell the extacy which now they shar'd,
Arm wreath'd in arm, and soul to soul conjoin'd !'
- darkness wrapt
The füllen pool.' Agenor hears a plunge in the contiguous Aream,' and flies to her aslistance.
stretch That took the pool he swam ;' but on this brook, stream, or pool, for it is diftinguished by each appellation,
In his dear arms, O let me breathe my last!" Agenor comes too late, and his forrow terminates in phrenzy, The story is by no means artificially conducted. A word, a scream of Fanny's, to have informed Agenor where she was, would have been more consistent with probability than the speech she makes while drowning. Theodorus, Itill under the guidance of Fancy, continues to depicture various scenes in warm and glowing, perhaps sometimes in glaring, colours. He invokes the Muses; and celebrates their power in soothing or directing, in a proper manner, 'the turbulent passions; and exciting and invigorating those of a more amiable nature. They defcend in imagination before him. An ode is introduced, as sung by them, allusive to his situation, the conclud. ing image of which is prettily expressed.
• Absence, tho' it wounds, endears,
Pains that please, and joys that weep,
Love and Sorrow, twins, were born
Never felt true passion's power,
Cleone approaches, and Theodorus concludes the poem by comparing himself to a turtle, that, during the absence of his mate, fooths his sorrows by a soft consolatory song; buri at the fight of her,
• Then glad he gives his plumage to the breeze,
And springs along to welcome her return.' The author informs us that this poem was no hasty production, but the labour of three years. This, though certainly a compliment to the public taste, renders its defects, however trivial, more justly liable to critical observation. We have selected some few passages that we thought objectionable, and others might be added. The last line of the poem, for instance, is by no means happily expressed. To 'spring along,' though descriptive of speed, gives an inadequate idea of flight, It might, with propriety, be applied to the light bounding of a hare or greyhound, but not to the smooth motion of a bird. In more than one place the author, poffibly with a view to give his style a refemblance.of Milton's, affects & ftudied neg. ligence of the laws of versification.
Withdrawn, thus tuned.th' enthusiast lay.And next appear’d, winding th'eventful avenue.' In the first of these lines, enthusiastic would have founded bet. ter than enthusiast;' it wokld have conveyed the same mean ing; and the epithet eventful' in the second, not only militates against metrical law, but injures the sense, as the * fact alluded to, Fanny's death, did not happen in or near the avenue. To aim at the imitation of Milton's beauties, is a laudable ambition ; but to copy his harsh expressions, and unpolished numbers, which doubtless proceeded not from design but negligence and inattention, betrays a want of judgment. This fault, how: ever, is seldom to be found in our author; be is more often too studiously polished and ornamental. On the whole, there is considerable merit in this performance; and the drawings of + Mr. Lawrence, which accompany it, are executed in a very pleasing manner.
Eugenius : or, Anecdotes of the Golden Vale: an embellished Nar
rative of real Fact. 2 Vols. 12mo, 55. Jewed. Dodsley. W!
E are indebted for this pleasing performance to the same
author who has often entertained us with observations dictated by good sense, and a cultivated taste. . We allude to
See page 32. + The author informs us that this ingenious artist is now but fixteen years eld.