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6. Senfus caloris acrior,

me sense of heat. 7. extenfionis acrior.

sense of extenGon. 8. Titillatio,

Tickling 9. Pruritus,

Itching. 10. Dolor urens.

Smarting. 11. Confternatio

Surprise. P. 6, Of these species the only one which we shall notice, is the sensus extentionis acrior. 'This is feated in the muscles; and the states of it are particularly described, under the terms titillatio, pruritus, and dolor urens. These, in Dr. Darwin's opinion, differ chiedy in degree. The seats of the feelings, however, are not the same: the first is certainly confined to the iuperficial nerves, the second to the superficial vessels, and the third is seated in the skin and subjicent parts.

(To be continued.)

4 Vols.

12mo.

The Young Philofopher : a Novel. By Charlotte Smith.

16s. Boards. Cadell and Davies. 1798, Few writers have laboured more indefatigably, or with greater succeis, than Mrs. Smith, in this popular fpecies of compofition. The readers of novels consider her almost as an old friend; and 'the recollection of Ethelinde, Delinond, the Old Manor-House, and Celestina, may predispose them to be pleased with a new production from the hand that has fo often delighted them. It there be a kind of family likeness in her heroines, we do not wish to see the character altered, as we can hardly expect it to be improved, Her stories do not agitate like the mysterious horrors of Mrs. Radcliffe ; they do not divert like the lively caricatures of Mrs. D'Arblay ; but, more true to nature than either, they awaken that gentle and incrcasing interest which excites our feelings to the point of pleasure, not beyond it.

The present taie appears under a promising title; but, says Mrs. Smith,

• I suspect that in many instances my hero forgets his pretenfions, and has no claim to the character of a philosopher ; that however will prove only that the title of my book is a misnomer ; the book itself will be no worse. Vol. i. p. iv,

The character of George Delmont is thus given by his maiden aunt, an old methodistical malicious woman, by whose fondness for detraction many of the distresses in the story are occafioned.

" When he was a child he seemed to have a very great capacity

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There was nothing, fir,” said she, “ that struck the child, that he did not immediately ask questions about it--questions indeed very extraordinary for his age; and he would never be content without some answer that appeared to him reafonable.- I own I thought from this desire ofenquiry that he would be a very learned and great man.”

The doctor was not quite sure that an acute enquirer was the likeliest to make a very great man, in Mrs. Crew kherne's acceptation of the word.--It was not an objection, however, that he was disposed to make and he continued to liften with great atten. tion.

“ And for my own part,” she went on to say; " for my own part, I had the highest hopes of bim, till his niother when he was about five years old, and ought to have gone to a grammar school, took it into her head to keep him at home and instruet him herself Then I foresaw that he would be ruined--for instead of the ufual way of bringing up children, she had the most unaccountable notions of her own !--and it was so uneasy to her to have her eldest son, now captain Delmont, fent to a school to prepare him for Eton, that the late lord Castledanes and her husband colonel Delmont, who neither of them ever contradicted her, suffered her to keep this boy till he was eleven years old with her—and so, I know not by what sort of reading indeed, for I never was confulted, she made him a philofopher, it seems, in baby clothes ! and my little master had a set of opinions of his own, which he never was flogged out of, as he ought to have been, at Eton-So instead of now proceeding to make his fortune by following a profeflion, you see the consequence !--Here he is, at twenty.one, calling himfelf a farmer, and determined to be nothing more. This little bit of an estate--a paltry scrap of earth of not an hundred acres, is to confine his ambition, because, forfooth, he is a philosopher!

- Grant me patience !-to think, Dr. Winslow, that a young man who might be any thing should fo throw himself away !-A farmer indeed ! which any of our clowns can be !--He ! -a yowg man of his family, of his connections, who might be any thing---but indeed my good lis, if it were not that I well know every one predestined to their lot, and that all is ordered for the bett, I should have many an hour of concern for this family. Ve i, p. 32.

But the conduct of the mother, and the early sentiments which the instilled into George Delmont, deserve to be more fairly represented than by Mrs. Crewkherne.

• Mrs. Delmont ventured to strip from the gaudy pictures that are daubed with vermilion and leaf gold, to excite emulative ambition in childhood, their paint and their gilding, and the had reafon, long before death snatched her from this dearest object of her maternal love, to hope that her youngest son might be one day

fomething better than either a general or an admiral--the benefactor instead of the successful destroyer of his fellow men.

Delmont had at a very early age acquired a more general and correct knowledge of history than is usually obtained; and his mother had accustomed him, when he read the lives, to give a fummary account of his idea of the characters of those who figure in the annals of -nations, decorated with crowns and fceptres, or who have otherwise been the curses or the blessings of the people over whom they usurped power, or by whom they were entrusted with

it.

• Much (alas how much) of this retrospection was painful to the generous feelings of his heart; and often had he been tempted to ask, wherefore heaven gave a portion of its delegated authority to such hateful or contemptible beings as had insulted its creatures, and deformed its works, under the title of “the lords anointed," or some other imposing appellation through which the wretched people submitted to be trod to dust?

Mrs. Delmont had sometimes found it necessary to check the indige nation of her infant politician; who, after he was nine or ten years old, never voluntarily sat down to read pages that seemed almost exclusively the annals of fraud and murder, of selfish ambition, or wicked policy, involving millions in misery for the gratification of a few.

• But there were characters in more remote history, which he contemplated with very different sensations—He read of the elder Brutus avenging the injured honour of a Roman matron on the infolent and cruel family of Tarquin, and cementing the structure of the infant republic, of which he thus laid the foundation, with blood dearer than that which circulated in his own veins. He read of the Gracchi dying in the noblest confiiet, contending for the rights of humanity against the selfish usurpations of the rich-He contemplated the younger Brutus deploring the friend, while he devoted to death the tyrant that would have enflaved his countryHe saw Cato dying by his own hand, rather than survive its free. dom-These and some other such characters seemed to electrify the young student; his eyes flashed fire, his heart beat, and the glorious examples of virtuous patriotisın appeared to raise his species in his estimation, which he had fometimes thought fo degraded by its endurance of oppression, that he felt alamed of belonging to it.' Vol. i. P. 87.

Mrs. Glenmorris, whose husband is resident in America, appears in England with her daughter Medora, to affert by law the claim of that young lady to the moiety of a considere able fortune. Glenmorris himself is represented as a inan of those fimple republican principles which were once charactesistic of the Americans. His previous history, as related by his wife to Delmont, occupies nearly the whole of the fecond

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volume. We cannot but consider this as a great fault in the work. Such an interruption to the course of the story disap. points the reader; and the effect is always unpleasant. The ftory itself, however, is very interesting ; and though the events are romantically strange, they do not exceed probabia lity.

The fimple unadulterated virtues of Medora engage the affections of Delmont; and his love is what we rarely obferve in novels---a manly aud rational attachment. We will not deprive our readers of the pleasure which they will find in following the story, by sketching the subsequent fortunes of the young philosopher.

One part of Delmont's conduct is, we think, not only inconsistent with the title of the book, but with the character of the man. His brother requests him to give fecurity for a sum, nearly equal to the whole of what he possesses: the character of the brother is well delineated in their conversation upon this subjcct.

" Why what use," said Adolphus, “ haft thou, my honest Gcorge, for money? Thou art a philosopher, and bore with admirable composure to see the family title and family estate made over, by the act of a dotard, to a couple of brats that, I'll answer for it, have no more claim to them by blood than the children of my coachman. You could philofophize then, I remember, and reprefented, in the inightiness of your wisdom, to my father and te me, that we had no right to complain. Besides, you are a practical farmer, you know, and great in the first best métier of man, agriculture. While. God speeds the plough, you can never want money, and I dare say you have already got a drawer full of canvass bags stuffed with guineas; I am persuaded of this ; because, had it not been so, you would have taken to some profession that might have given you an income, or you would have married. Why, I hear you refused a devilish fine woman with fifty thousand pounds ? Prythee, if it is not too late, George, make her over to

I always think, fo far, your fine highflying notions of libera. ty are right enough; that I would have every man live as he will, and with whom he wil, whether he mutters over a few musty words, or dares to approfriate some fair one to himself without them, all's right, and your ideas of freedom don't go beyond mine; but when a foolish fellow refuses to mumble over these said non. sensical words for fear he fhould lose his liberty, I laugh at him. What a bourgeoise idea! Tell me George, faith now, was it such a notion that made thee' coy to the fifty thousand pounder? Was thy morality-Morality, I recollect, is thy cant; was it that which told thee, and if thou married it the heiress, thou must give up thy Little American, thy fascinating yankey?"

• Well as George Delmont had formerly known his brother's

nie.

Franner, he had been so long unused to it, and this attack on such an occasion was so extraordinary, that he knew not immediately how to parry it. At length collecting himself, and remembering that it was the fon of a mother he had adored, his brother, who thus infulted him, he answered-That as to money, his not having entered into any profession, for which he thought himself not obliga ed to account to any one, was the very reaion why he was likely to want money.

Farming, major Delmont,” said he; “ never attracted me by the lucrative prospects it offered, but because I hoped to keep myself independent by it; and if it was in my nature to retort upon you, I Mould say, that I have done better to engage the little I had in any honest way of making its interest, than to lose it, as I am afraid you have done, among sharpers."

* Oh! no," replied the major with astonishing sang froid, devil take me if I have lost a guinea among the Greeks, as you suppose; it has been all ainong ourselves; honest fellows who never do any thing but fight, or play, or love, or drink, and who are as poor as church mice; for example, I have taker

up

fifteen hundred pounds, for which I expect you to join me in security, to pay Jemmy Winsly, as honeft a lad as ever lived. The whole regiment knows that he won it fairly. As for the other two thousand, it is disperfed round the world, and will find its way back to me some day or other; and you know that when I touch the pitiful legacy of that old dupe, our late uncle, which I Mall make Gorges pay me before I leave London, this may be paid. But, George, you don't answer, methinks, about these bonnes fortunes of yours? If you have really resigned the banker's golden daughter, is your philosophyship disinterested enough to give a letter of recommendation to your elder brother ? Eh, George ? -On that condition I will not insist on going to Upwood, and being introduced to thy little humming bird from Maffachusets.. Nay, never look so gloomy and grave, Georgy, but answer.”

“ I have determined to keep my temper, major Delmont," an, fwered the younger brother.

" There you are right," interrupted the elder:
4 And to do you all the service in my power," added he:
« Right again,” exclaimed the major.

« And you shall not find that to this paltry raillery you sacrifice the brotherly offices, which if, as a brother, I owe you, I would more readily pay you as a friend."

“ It is all the same why you do them, if you do but do them {peedily,” said the major, coldly; “ fo let me know at what' honr this evening we shall meet; for I have promised to bring my surety in the course of the day, and am to have the fifteen hundred tom morrow.--So you wont make over your heiress to me:- Why, you blockhead, if I can get her you will be made whole again, and I'll do so, nething handsome to help the next festivity of thy harvest fupper, or for the gostips at the christening of my little An

C&It. Rxv. VOL. XXIV, Sept. 1798.

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