ART. 29.-A Short View of the natural History of the Earth. Designed for the Instruction and Amusement of young Persons. By H. E. 12mo. 13. 6d. Boards. Harris. 1802. This little compendium may answer the author's intention of rendering such youthful minds as peruse it restless after further information. Unless it have this effect, its brevity will not permit us to say that it can be very useful. ART. 30.-The Пistory of Man, in a savage and civilized State. Written in a familiar Stile, and adapted to the Capacities of Youth. Being Vol. I. of the Minor's Magazine, 12mo. 2s. Boards. Tegg and Castleman. The proprietors of this magazine do not inform the public, in their advertisement, what is to be the extent or the subjects of their future volumes: but, if they be careful to make them equal the specimen before us, we think the collection will be serviceable to the rising generation. ART. 31.-The Poor Child's Friend; or, Familiar Lessons adapted to the Capacities of all Ranks of Children. 12mo. 6d. Bound. Baldwin. It is hardly necessary to write different first lessons for the rich and the poor. Children of that early age know little of the images contained in books: the words are all that it is necessary to teach them. ART. 32.-Marvellous Adventures; or, the Vicissitudes of a Cat. In which are Sketches of the Characters of the different young Ladies and Gentlemen into whose Hands Grimalkin came. By Mrs. Pilkington. 12mo. 2s. Boards. Vernor and Hood. 1802. Grimalkin's history will entertain the child, and occasionally lead him to some important conclusions. ART. 33.-The Guardian Angel. From the German of Augustus Von Kotzebue. A Story for Youth. 12mo. is. 6d. Boards. Vernor and Hood. 1802. The contents of this little volume will be the more interesting to youth, when they read a note at the beginning, saying that the events actually took place between the years 1760 and 1766. POETRY. ART. 34.-Tales of Superstition and Chivalry. 8vo. 4s. Boards. Vernor and Hood. 1802. The language of these Tales is made up of imitations, chiefly from Mr. Scott's and Dr. Leyden's ballads, and the poems of Mr. Wordsworth. Omne ignotum pro magnifico,' should have been the motto: the author has heard that obscurity is one source of the sublime, and has therefore veiled his sublimity in impenetrable darkness. He has perceived how rapidly good poets connect their narratives, and this also he has imitated; but, with great originality, has contrived to leap over, not the dull parts, but what would in ordinary hands have formed the main action. The beginning of every poem excites expectation of something very great: when the explanation should come, we are always reminded of the country-schoolmistrees-What, can't you spell the word, you little dunce? well, then, skip it and go on!' To evince the justice of our censure, we will analyse one of these poems. A ship is becalmed near the island of Seäm, and the crew are all terrified by a sound that stoppeth not, like the shrieks of a soul in woe! Father Paul, a monk of Einsidlin, is on board, and he terri fies them still more, by his account of their danger. "He told them, he remember'd once Who never had bow'd before the cross "That then he named to the priest "Thro' the sleepless nights of thirty months, Of the oracle below! "Till that chilly night, at the equinox height, As he listen'd, in the outer cave, To that unbroken groan, "A hand, he saw not, dragg'd him on, The voice within had call'd his name! And he told all he witnessed At the oracle of flame! "But when he came to tell, at last, His agony began anew, And he could not raise his head! "And he never spoke again at all, "And he told not how he left the cave By the crucifix he wore! "And some have thought he had bent his knee And that might be his agony When they rais'd the blessed sign!" P. 23. The vessel is lost, and only father Paul remains alive in the cave: he is dragged into the inner cave by the oracle of flame. The prophetess stretches her hand from behind the veil, and points to him to lay aside his crucifix. Father Paul remembers then the man whom he had seen die in such agony; and he felt that recollection more ter rible than the terrors of the cave. What, then, did father Paul do ?— here the author skips and goes on. That monk was never seen again, The priest had clos'd the service-rite, For the eve of Holy Ghost; He was seated in the upper choir, When he saw a monk, by the altar-rail, • The priest descended from the choir, He stood like one in trance, to gaze Since he was with the dead. Forty years had pass'd away Since the ship had struck on Seäm's steep; Had perish'd in the deep! In all that time, if he liv'd still, That none should see the father Paul, The aged monk had left the aisle, The priest was still by the altar-rail On the morn of Holy Ghost; When the bell was done for matin prayers, At the feast of Pentecost.' P. 34. And here the poem ends. There was once a painter, who painted one daub of red, and called At the passage of the Israelites over the Red Sea. Where are the I raelites? asked a critic. All safely got over. But where are the Egyptians?'-'Where should they be?' replied the painter: all drowned, to be sure.' Our author's ballads are like the picture of the Red Sea. ART. 35.-The Triumphs of Poesy: a Poem. By J. C. Hubbard, A. M. Author of Jacobinism, &c. 4to. 2s. 6d. Nicol. 1803. The design of the author, in this little poem, is to characterise a few of the most eminent of the Greek, Latin, and English, poets. This he has done with a richness of language, and a swell of versification, which we do not often meet with. We quote the opening stanzas. At length, desending from her car of flame, That roll'd triumphant o'er the land and deep, While Echo wafts the notes her raptur'd shores around. Confess'd at once their country's pride and shield, And burn'd to bleed in Glory's arduous field, Fair Faith from Gaul's barbarian coast withdrew, Whose righteous sceptre guards the public weal. With zeal, the madness of the storm to brave, And skill, from felon-hands their blood-bought rights to save.' p.i. Who would suppose that these stanzas were the commencement of a poem upon the Triumphs of Poesy? CRIT. REV. Vol. 38. May, 1803. I ART. 36.-Poems, inscribed to the right honourable Lord Viscount Dudley and Ward; having a Reference to his Lordship's beautiful Seat of Himley; by Luke Booker, LL.D. 4to. 28. Hurst. To the right honourable lord viscount Dudley and Ward. My Lord, Insensible were I of kindness, and unsusceptible of impression from the beauties of nature, to have been honoured with so much of the former by your lordship, and to have had so many opportunities of surveying the latter in the fine park of Himley, did I not feel, enkindled within me, many a grateful and pleasurable emotion.-Behold, my lord, the proofs that I have felt them, in the attendant inspirations of my Muse. These are presented to your lordship as so many wild flowers culled in your own demesne,-manifesting the exquisite beauty of the scene in which they grew, rather than the skill of the person who braided them together.' P. iii. Lord Dudley and Ward is the hero, or rather the Mæcenas, of these poems. Mæcenas is the title of the eclogue. -He, when winter comes in storms and cold, A solace; to the widow lorn-a friend : Largess, apportion'd to the sacred-day, When, for the donor, each at church would pray; Thence, home return'd, with hearts embued by Heav'n, That meal by heedful cleanliness prepar'd, And by our little smiling offspring shar'd. These, taught to know from whom the bounty came, The scathed oak stands in the park of Mecenas. The young oak |