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See how he eyes him with forbidding stare!
Then, indolently turning on his chair,
Retails sonte trash, the last new batch of plays,
Or, what's still worse, the little wits who praise,
What nymph's best practised in the mazy dance,
Where vicious attitudes her charms enhance;
What philosophe religious duty flouts,
And braves the Sabbath with her crowded routs ;
What peeress opes her gates for midnight pay,
To aid some new-blown bubble of the day,
Or introduce some demirep of fame,
To prove that virtue's but an empty name;
What coxcomb, void of true poetic fire,
Prowls through the wards of Bedlam for his lyre,
Makes demons, goblins, sprites, converse in rhyme,

mania of the false sublime;
Or who retails the poison of his muse,
In novels worthy the Italian stews.
What does Sir VAPID get by this ? disdain,
From all beside the profligate and vain.
What does he show a slavish itch to chime

In all the modish vices of the time.?
Should this volume reach another edition, Mr. Cooke will do
well to correct many slovenly lines, which are so many blots on
his composition. The following lines, among others, have no
further pretensions to the name of verse than that which they
derive from being composed of teu syllables. A very slight de-
gree of trouble will remove this defect.

How now inelegant they wound the ear,”

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" Where pleasure and religion are conibined."

" And pupil to the sage he scoff'd became."

Who must as often as he's nam'd have praise."

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" And to communicate the same around." We must also once more enter our protest against the vile practice of cutting out the vowels, in places where it is impose sihle to read the verse without either pronouncing them, or rendering it completely ridiculous. Do those who write T'embase, and dang’rous, mean that we should pronounce Tembase, dangrous? If they do not, on what ground do they defend their practice ?

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ART. XII. Sir Wilibert de Waverley; or, The Bridal

Ere. A Poem. By Eliza S. Francis, Author of The

Rival Roses," &c. Small 8vo. pp. 87.
This tale is an amplification in verse of a romantic sketch in
one of the first chapters of “ Waverley." Sir Wilibert, in early
youth, loves a lady, who, as ladies sometimes will do, proves
false to him, and marries another knight. The knight is slain,
and his wife dies of grief, leaving a daughter, for whom she
implores the protection of the deserted Sir Wilibert. As this
daughter, Lady Geraldine, grows up, she becomes so like her
mother, in person, that her guardian falls in love with her; and
as he has always been her friend and companion, and she, having
been “ immured as in a convent's cell," has seen few men, she
innocently believes that she loves bim with equal fondness. The
author, however, judiciously declares, and we are rather of her
opinion, that

“ He was not a lover meet,

one 80 young, so gaily wild;
His age her father's years might greet,

And she appear his blooming child." ?
Besides, which was still worse, though not unsatural,

“ He was grave-aye, jealous too!"
At length arrives the time which is to be the source of ail Sir
Wilibert's trouble and disappointment.. He is summoned to
join the red-cross bands, under the gallant Edward; and he des
parts, leaving Lady Geraldine and his mother in heavy sorrow,
which, however, the lady gets over, and grows not only com-
posed, but gay and frolicsome. After three years' battling with
the payniins Sir Wilibert sails for England. But now his evil
genius begins to bestir himself. The knight is taken prisoner,
and carried into slavery, in Africa, where he remains for years.
Having contrived at last to recover his liberty, it would, we
should think, have been most proper for bin to hasten bome to
1126 Geraldine, especially as he was of a jealous disposition.
But, instead of this, he angallantly turns his back upon home,
and resolves to perform a pilgrimage through the holy land. At
a shrine he meets Sir Ronald de Merton, who has just cons
cluded his' penance, and who very sensibly urges binı to be his
companion to England. Sir Wilibert, however, obstinately per
sists in his design of visiting theia desert lake, and sundry other
interesting places, and contents himself with sending á small
token of remembrance to the Lady Geraldine. Against such
conduct as this, the author enters her protests in which protest,


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Willbert de Waverley. we beg leave to join. At last, he thinks of visiting his native country, and, on his passage, is seized with fits of impatience to reach his castle, with which it would have been lucky had he been seized a little earlier. In the mean time his mother has died of grief on learning his captivity, and has left Lady Ge. raldine all alone-a dangerous situation for a young and tenderhearted fair. . So it proves. The heir of Sir Wilibert, named Sir Alwyn, a young knight, with sunny eyes, clustering curls, and an exquisite face, form, and voice-in short, a being made to be irresistible-visits Lady Geraldine; and she, as was to be expected, soon becomes enamoured of him, and consequently discovers that what she felt for her guardian was not love. She, however, struggles with her new passion, and finally determines to be faithful to her guardian. At this critical period Sir Ro. nald appears with the token, is immediately conquered by her charms, and persuades her that she is deserted by Sir Wilibert; a thing which we do not marvel much that she easily credits. He tries to gain her affections; but they are already bestowed on another. As he cannot carry her by sap, he resolves to pro, ceed by storm, and accordingly forces her off from the castle. Luckily, Sir Alwyn, just at the nick of time, pays her a visit, catches Sir Ronald in the very fact of bearing her away, and, of course, rescues her. Her consent to receive him for her husband is ultimately his reward. By this time, the tardy Sir Wilibert has returned, and he arrives at the castle, in a pilgrim's dress, on the bridal eve. He makes himself known, and at first complains bitterly, though not in this instance with much reason, of “ women's wiles." But he soon remembers that he may have seemed unkind; and on this ground he excuses Lady Geraldine, and relinquishes her to his rival. Resolved not to be outdone in generosity, the lady is on the point of making a rash vow, but is prevented by the despairing language of Sir Alwyn, and the dissuasion of Sir Wilibert; the latter of whom declares his resolution to retire to a convent.

We do not think that the author has made quite as much as she miglit have done of this story. Her poem, however, is by po means devoid of merit. It is generally elegant, and contains several pleasing passages.

“ The Dark Ladye" is intended as a sequel to Mr. Coleridge's fragmentary tale, entitled “ Love." We will not say, "O most lame and impotent conclusion!" but we must say that, though it is pretty enough, it is by no means a supplement worthy of the beautiful original:

The following poem will give no unfavourable idea of Miss Francis's talents. It is called " The Farewell," and "addressed to Mrs. W. on her departure."


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« How shall I frame the offering due
To friendship, kindness, and to you!
The Muse reclines

She dews with tears its golden wire;
How shall the humid chords respire

« Ye hours that shed your cheering ray,
When social converse charm’d away
Remembrance keen, and sad despair ;
Oh! then was hush'd


bosom's care!
Ye hours so dear, so bright, so fair,

To you, farewell!
6 When Anna's praises woke the song,
How roll'd each high-them'd strain along!
But now, when I no more can hear
The praise of her, so kind and dear,
To pleasure, poesy, I fear

I now must bid farewell!
< And yet, if Sernia's gales impart
Health to thy frame, joy to thy heart;
Believe me, yes! believe me true,
Though I regret to part from you,
The hour my friendship will not rue;

That I must bid farewell!
« One little boon let Anna give;
I only ask, while we may live,
That Tuov, amidst the courtly train,
O'er which a monarch thou wilt reign,
To think on me wilt sometimes deign.
Oh! freight a zeplıyr with a sigh,
To me the wing'd regret will fly;
Perhaps 'twill check à stealing tear,
To find I still am something dear

To her whom now I bid farewell!


An Index to the Anatomical, Medical, Chirurgical and Physiological Papers in the Transactions of the Royal Society in the Year 1813. 410. 10s. 6d. Stace.

1815. THE art of making Indexes has (thanks to the indefatigable dullness of the Germans) arrived at such perfection, that any one, who professing to form an index to any literary or scientific work, shall fail in his object, must be accounted

a very

careless or a very stupid being. In many cases, indeed, the index is compiled with so much skill, as to become far more interesting, perhaps eveu more useful, than the work itself. We are sorry,


however, that we cannot compliment the author of the index before us, upon his success in this department of literature. We never saw a more neagre and uninteresting catalogue of words, alphabetically arranged. Instead of an index rationale, which 'would in many instances supersede the necessity of referring to the volumes themselves, we have a dry and useless series of words and names. Who will be the wiser for such an enumeration as the following?

Lungs, inflation of, v. 2. p. 539. Apostemation of, v. 23. p. 1372. Case of a lad shot through the, v. 43. p. 151, &c. &c."!

When we come to names, the compiler of this index, minimè indicatorius, bas only vouchsafed the paginal reference, as

« Hunter, Mr. V. 62. p. 447.; v. 63. p. 481.; V. 65. p. 446. &c. &c."

We trust that some one else, of more labour and more skill, will undertake the task of giving such an index of these valuable papers, as will afford some satisfaction to the enquirer, and will remedy the deficiencies of this meagre and miserable attempt.



The Spirit of British Missions. Dedicated to the Church Missionary Society. By a Clergyman, a Member of that Body. 3s. 6d.

A Sermon preached in the Parish Church of Calstone, in the County of Wilts, on Sunday, 20th August, 1815, in Aid of the Waterloo Subscription. By the Rev. W. Marsh, A.M. of Calue School, Wilts. 1s.

A Sermon to recommend the Waterloo Subscription, preached at St. Mary's Church, Whitechapel, August 13, 1815, and printed at the Request, and principally for the Gratification of the Hearers. By Daniel Mathias, M.A. Rector. 15.

Steps of a Proof of Christ's Divinity, addressed to Mr. Belsham and his Secto who deny this Article: in order to shame or silence them. By the Rev. Edward -Ryán, D.D. 2s.6d,

Our Blessed Lord's Injunction to preach the Gospel, considered : a Sermou preached at Bridgewater, at the Triennial Visitation of the Lord Bishop of Bath and Wells, on Monday, the 19th June, 1815. By John Matthew, M.A. Rector of Hilve, &c. 1s. 6d.

The First Prælection, delivered as Professor of Divinity, by the Very Reverend Richard Graves, D.D. Dean of Armagli, King's Professor of Divinity in Trinity College, Dublin, and Chaplain to his Excellency the Lord Lieutenant." To which are annexed, the Regulations for the Examination directed by the Statute fixing the Duties of the Professorship of Divinity, and the List of Books recominended to the Student, as preparatory for that Examination. 8vo.

A Farewell Address to a Young Person leaving one of the National Schools. By the Rev. Thomas Wilkinson, M.A. Rector of Bulvan, Essex. 12me. 6d.

Sermons, selected and abridged from the Works of the Right Reverend Father in God, William Beveridge, D.D. late Lord Bishop of St. Asaph. By the Rev. J. Dakins. For the Use of Families. 2 Vols. 8vo. 16.

lufidelity subversive of Morals and destructive of Happiness. A Sermon preached at the Assizes held at Bury St. Edmund's, on Friday, July 21, 1815, before the Right Honourable Lord Chief Justice Gibbs, and the Right Honourable Lord Chief Baron Thompson. Published at the Request of the High Sheriff, and the Gentlemen of the Grand Juries for the County and Liberty of Bury St. Edmund's. By the Rev. Spencer Cobbold, A.M, late Fellow of Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge. 410. 2s.6d.


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