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If this work should be favourably received, two other volumes of the same kind will soon make their appearance. That the defired success will attend so useful a publication, we have little doubt.
Blank Verle, by Charles Lloyd and Charles Lamb. 12mo.
Arch. 1798. It is not likely that a collection of verses, all in the same metre, and with little variety of subject, should become popular. By the mob of readers, therefore, these poems will be little regarded; but they will become dear to such as have felt the evils of life and known the consolations of Christianity; and they will be treasured in the memory of those who are capable of understanding the excellence of poetry..
The characteristics of Mr. Lloyd's poems are well expressed in his motto.
• To paint the finest features of the mind,
Give colour, ftrength, and motion.' AKE'NSIDE. Of his Melancholy Man and of his Sonnets, this is the grand merit; and this is one of the excellencies of his Edmund Oliver. In the present volume we discover the fame powers; and they appear with particular advantage in the lines descriptive of a milanthrope.
• Scarce arriv'd
That he was self-sufficient; that the smile
Self-contradicted.' P. 43. The lines to the memory of Mrs. Godwin are a high tribute of respect, as the author avows a complete dissent from her, with regard to almost all her moral speculations. We are far from approving her opinions respecting marriage; and we do not agree with Mr. Lloyd when he aflerts that her posthumous works, far from convincing him that the misery and oppression peculiar to women arise out of the partial laws and institutions of society,' appear little less throughout than an indirect panegyric on the inftitutions which she wishes to abolih.
We could have withed that both these authors had paid more attention to harınony. A feebleness of phrase, and a laxity of versification, are frequently discoverable. Mr. Lamb describes no longer, as in his first productions,
Vain loves and wanderings with a fair-hair'd maid.' His present pieces imply past sufferings and present reîgnation.
The following extract is by no means faultless : it would have been better without the lines printed in Italics; but we should pity the man who could read the passage, and not share the feels ings that pervade it.
• A heavy lot hath he, most wretched man!
Say less than this, and say it to the winds.' P. 85. These poets have done wisely in explaining their religious opinions, left, as they retain the phraseology of Calvinism, they might be supposed to have imbibed its tenets. To those who read for Crit. Rev. VOL. XXIV. 08, 1798.
mere amusement we do not recommend this little volume; but we recommend it to those who can derive delight froin contemplating • the finest features of the mind,' and from feeing the best feelings of our nature expressed with earneftness and ardour. Sentimental Poems, on the most remarkable and interesting Events of
the French Revolution. Dedicated to his Serene Highness the Prince of Condé, by a foreign Officer, and transated by an English Nobleman. 8vo. Hookham. 1798.
We know what we may expect when an' emigrant officer sentimentalises upon the French revolution. The following extract, will show that he is at least a better poet than prophet.
"Ye brave warriors ! whose oft-tried heroifm ennobles the tranfport which fires my breast! Magnanimous defenders of Gallia's throne! haste to display your awful banners ! A Condé is to command !-Hear it, ye traitors, and tremble !--A Condé!.... He hath said, it, and sacred is his word !---A king and queen, betrayed!... infulted!... enslaved !-Fired is the hero's soul to release the royal captives ! to restore the censer, the sceptre, and the sword, to the sacred hands that held them!
• Ardent art thou, O generous prince, to run the great career of glory !. Soon wilt thou give the signal for exterminating those miscreants, who seize on the treasures of king and of subject ! let loose on France the fury Discord ; thed the blood of the best of its nobles; and fill its most distant dominions with terror, devastation, and death!
Now, while they riot in successful guilt, let mourning and death surprise them! Let them know, if an outraged Bourbon defer the vengeful blow, it is only to render it more dreadfully fatal ! Suffer not a mistaken patriotism to arrest thy uplifted arm. Strike thy enemies, and thou wilt fave thy country! The dastard shuns his foe; the hero encounters and conquers ! Behold, on a raging sea, the gallant companions of thy former toils ! How fearlessly they brave the roaring waves! Ah, let them not perish; but generoully aslift their noble efforts !
• As the immortal gods, around the walls of Troy, ruled the headlong fury of conflicting hosts ; so wilt thou, illuftrious prince, guide the impetuous valour of the peers of France ! Fired by thy ardent spirit, as heroes they will triumph, or as heroes they will fall !
• Dangers intimidate little minds, but embolden great ones. The wicked dread death; the miserable invoke it ; but the brave dety it! Thy intrepid followers, O prince ! led on by thee and giory, will strew the field with death! The nobles of France are itrangers to fear. From the bosom of pleasure they fly into the midst of peril; the favourites, by turns, of Venus and of Mars !
Come thou also, bright ornament of the Bourbon race.! Graceful-as Adonis, yet dauntless as the god of war!.... Come, gallant prince !... draw thy sword, and point the way to glory!
.. King. .. Country... Religion call us! One spirit animates every heart, and nerves every arm !--Tremble, ye rebels; your reign is no more!
Behold, now, ye illustrious descendants of mighty monarchs ! ... Behold those infidel parricides proftrate in the dust!... Behold the deluded people returning to their former allegiance ; and liberty with monarchy dispensing to France the blessings of protection, plenty, and joy !'. P.99. Elegies and other small Poems, by Matilda Betham. 12m0. 35, 6d.
Bards. Longman. 1798. 6 IN A LETTER TO A. R. C. ON HER WISHING TO BE CALLED
By calling of you Nancy,
The other's but her fancy.
Which robs you of your name,
A being wild and airy;
Fantastic as a fairy.
A melancholy maid;
In solemn pomp array'd.
So artless and so free!
But Nancy still with me.' These lines may serve as a specimen of this little volume. The vulgarism in the first stanza occurs again in p. 35. Shunning of -the dawn.' Miss Betham succeeds better in these light pieces than in more serious poems.
She has the common fault of young poets triteness of epithet,
Extracts from the Works of the most celebrated Italian Poets. With
Translations by ailmired English Authors. 8vo. 8s. Boards.
This volume will be useful to those who are studying the Italian language. The selections are, in general, such as may be approved.
NOVELS, &C. More Ghosts! By the Wife of an Officer, Author of the Irish
Heiress. : 3 Vols. 10.5. 6. Jewed. Lane, 1798.
More Ghosts would have been superfluous in the present state of novel-writing, had not the author of this work conjured up her ghofts with a view of dissipating the horrors, lately excited in the tender breast of many a boarding-school miss, by the more artful and terrific dealers in the article. The ghosts in this piece are rather cunning than terrible; and they add considerably to our entertainment. The characters are more analogous to those of real life, than the faultless monsters which are indebted to imagination only for a temporary existence; and their adventures lead, by easy and natural mears, to many just reflections on the errors of education and the irregularity of the paffions. As this production is offered to the public by a widow, who hopes to render her pen subfervient to the support of herself and her offspring, those who are in quest of the amusement which novels afford, will not, we hope, be inattentive to a claim thàt will yield them a gratification of a superior kind. Dulleldorf; or, the Fratricide.
the Fratricide. A Romance, By Anna Maria Mackenzie.
3 Vols, 10s. 63. fewed. Lane. 1798. With regard to the incidents of this romance, the writer imitates those of Mrs. Radcliffe ; but she is far from being equal to that lady in this branch of composition. It seems to be agreed that those who write on the horrific plan must employ the same instru:
-cruel German counts, each with two wives--old castles private doorsmaling pannels--banditti--assassins--ghosts, &c.
We have often had occasion to çensure the absurd and incorrect language of novels in general ; and from such censure this romance is not exempt. Palmira and Ermance. 4 Novel. By Mrs. Mecke, Author of Count St. Blancard. 3 Vols. 1200. 105. 6d. Jewed. Lane. 1797.,
Innocent entertainment, without any fixed purpose of the moral kind, appears to be the obje&t of this novel. The characters, principally those of France under the old government, are drawn with spirit. The dialogue is lively; and the incidents of the first and second volumes are interesting. The character of a fop, partly on the English and partiy on the French plan, is well sustained, and is expered to just contempt. In the third volune, the story is unne