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The Appendix of precedents contains a policy of insti rance on ship and goods by private underwriters and by different assurance-companies-a bill of bottomry-a respon dentia bond-an insurance upon a life-and an insurance against fire.

The principles which govern various subjects of insurance are developed without confusion, supported by appropriate cases, elucidated by industrious research, and often strengthened by ingenious argument and acute observation.

It must be admitted, however, that the labours of serjeant Marshall have been facilitated by numerous writers, whose authorities adorn his notes; as well as by the masterly publications of Millar and of Park. To the latter, as the serjeant's obligations seem unbounded, his acknowledgements might have been more profuse.

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We have thus examined, with no common diligence, a work which will be interesting to that important class of our countrymen, whose commercial talents and exemplary faith have increased our opulence and extended our power; whose spirited exertions, compatible with the welfare of neighbouring states, have neither disgraced morals nor endangered liberty.

C'est le peuple du monde qui a le mieux su se prévaloir à la fois de ces trois grandes choses, la religion, le commerce, et la liberté *? These are applauses offered to our nation by the reflecting Montesquieu.

This distinction which we have gloriously acquired, we shall proudly maintain, in defiance of the puerile menace of an inebriated ruler, and undismayed by the vast but inapplicable force of his bloated empire.

ART. XI. Poems, lyrical and miscellaneous. By the late Rev. Henry Moore, of Liskeard. 4to 10s. 6d. Boards. Johnson. 1803.

In these poetical effusions, we discern a gentle, pious, and benevolent spirit; but we can scarcely acquit Dr. Aikin of flattery, when he entitles it a splendid genius, capable of shining in the highest ranks of literature.'

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A biographical memoir, by the editor, introduces to the public Henry Moore, the son of a dissenting minister, born, in 1732, at Plymouth, where he received his early educa tion. In 1749, he resided at the academy of Dr. Doddridge,

* De l'Esprit des Loix, II. 1. 20. o. 6. ·

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Northampton, until the death of that distinguished preceptor; and completed his academical studies under Dr. Ashworth. In 1756, he officiated as minister to a dissenting congregation, at Dulverton, in Somerset ; in 1757, at Modbury, in Devon; and finally removed to Liskeard, in Cornwall, in the year 1787. During these long intervals, his talents were known only to a few of his fellow-ministers. Oppressed by bodily infirmities, he bore his evils with exem plary composure; and, preferring the serenity of a retired life, passed seventy years almost unnoticed. In 1795, his nephew, a surgeon at Plymouth, prevailed on Mr. Moore to publish the moral rhapsody, entitled Private Life,' which excited no considerable attention. To the same friend, during the last summer, was entrusted the MS. of these poems. It became the province of Dr. Aikin to judge of their fitness for the public eye;' and he assures us, that he scarcely ever experienced a greater and more agreeable surprise, than on the discovery of so rich a mine of poetry.' The persons to whom the verses were communicated, became impatient to reward their author. A subscription was warmly encouraged; and Dr. Aikin had generously undertaken the duty of editorship, when the death of Mr. Moore, in November, 1802, by a palsy, frustrated the liberal endeavours of his friends. Among his literary occupations, Mr. Moore contributed to the "Commentaries and Essays,' published by the Society for promoting the Knowledge of the Scriptures. His critical observations on parts of the sacred writings acquired for the author the approbation of Dr. Geddes and Mr. Michael Dodson. A lively anonymous letter, on the doctrines of Madan's Thelyphthora, was also the production of Mr. Moore.

The words of the editor will best explain the motives to which we owe the present publication.

As he lived in celibacy, and had no dependent relatives, no other object remained for a subscription than that of bringing forward his posthumous work in an advantageous manner, secure both from loss and neglect. It is now committed to a liberal and discerning public, in the confidence that the author will obtain no mean place among those who have contributed to elevate the minds, purify the morals, and gratify the noblest tastes of their countrymen.' P. vi.

Among the miscellaneous contents of this volume, are odes, lyric and moral rhapsodies, elegies, epistles, sonnets, and hymns.

The first poem, A Vernal Ode,' inculcates the lesson of rendering the passions accordant with the cheerful harmony of spring, and contains pleasing passages.

in the secret shadowy glade,
When from yon mountain's azure head
The ling'ring gleams of parting day
Glimmer, faint, and fade away.
Sweet Philomel! thou bidst to flow,
Thy musical, thy melting woe.
Suspended o'er the sparkling stream,
Where plays the pale moon's ever-trembling beam,
Attention stands with mute surprise,
With folded arms, and half-clos'd eyes,
And listens into ecstacies.' P. 3.

But when of dawn the rosy dyes
Brighten o'er the blushing skies,
And the gray clouds their robes unfold,
Streak'd with purple, edg'd with gold,
And their blended colours throw

On the glitt'ring lake below.' P. 4.

We cannot forbear observing, that both in the present and many other poems we have met with too many glaring imitations from Milton, Gray, and poets of inferior celebrity. The rhymes, moreover, too often terminate inharmoniously-a carelessness, in minor compositions, unpardonable.

The Ode on Contentment unites poetry with morals.

• In Pleasure's blooming walks and fragrant bow'rs,
Where Venus waves her golden hair,
Beneath the shades, among the flow'rs
Lurks the sly deceiver Care:
While Admiration gazing counts

The trophies in long triumph borne,

Aloft the Victor's gilded car she mounts,
And with the wreathing laurel twines her thorn;
And while "a God! a God!"-resound the skies,
The sighing heart the loud acclaim belies.' P. 13.

A humble pilgrim here I plod my way,
May no ambitious dreams delude my mind,
Impatience hence be far-and far be Pride;
Whate'er my lot, on Heav'n's kind care reclin'd,
Be Piety my comfort-Faith my guide.

'Let others rise by guilt and meanness great,
Riot in luxury, and stalk in state

Their short-liv'd days, 'till Death, relentless foe,
Strike their vain grandeur to the gulf below;

The godlike soul regards with just disdain
The passing pageant of the proud and vain:
Her wish she wings beyond the bounds of time
To joys more pure, to glories more sublime.
Her bold ambition, of no mortal size,
Does like some Colossean statue rise,

And hide its tow'ring forehead in the skies.'

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Fortune and Virtue contrasted form the subject of an attractive composition. The old maxim, that gems and gold are inefficacious to solace care,' is poetically elucidated.

The freezing wretch might genial warmth as soon
Draw from the frigid gleamings of the moon."

In the Ode to divine Love, and the Fall of Zion, the author assumes a sublimer pencil, with forcible imagery describing the carnage and desolation of war.

For mad Ambition see-with Hell combin'd;
To crush the rights and freedom of mankind
In dread array she ranks her furious host.
As when the fierce tornado sweeps

The Carribbean deeps,

And strews a thousand keels along the foaming coast,
Heav'n thunders-bellows ocean-shakes the shore,
From isle to isle resounds the loud rough roar,

Wild Desolation rushes o'er the land,

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And giant Horror strides from strand to strand.

• Thus rushing onward on her clatt'ring car,
She sounds aloud the rage-inciting song,

And leads the Fiends along.

Rapine, with harpy fangs, wide-wasting War,
That lets her bloodhounds loose to range before,
On human flesh to feed, and lap the gore,
Despotic sway, relentless as the storms,
And ghastly Death, in all his thousand forms.
At her approach the beams of Science fade,

Freedom, and Honour fall, and Virtue hides her head,
See her red banners blazing to the sky!

Embattled legions round them bleed and die.

See, see her flaming sword display'd!

O'er the green land she waves the blade,
And o'er the silver flood;

With horrid devastation wide

Blasts all the champain's blooming pride,
And turns the stream to blood.

How waste and desolate that fair domain,
Where golden Plenty smil'd upon the plain,
And Peace and Freedom held their social reign!

How mute the chearing music of the graves,
The shepherd's whistle wild, and rustic loves,
To his coy damsel caroll'd without art,
Yet warm, and guiltless from a guileless heart!
Now silent treads the swain, with list'ning ears,
In ev'ry brake a lurking foe he fears;

Starts the pale trembling maid

At burnish'd lances glitt'ring in the shade!

• Hark! the loud war-whoop howls from yonder wood,
Shakes ev'ry nerve, and chills the freezing blood!
From distant villages the flames aspire,

Glare on the streams, and set the skies on fire.

Swift as the panting deer

From the keen hound, and ruthless hunter's spear,
The wretched relics of the slaughter fly,
Rushing thro' driving snow-storms, wing'd with fear,
To woods and deserts drear,

Beneath the fury of the wintry sky,

There houseless, shiv'ring to the frozen air,
Pine the slow prey of hunger, and despair.
'Tis solitude-'tis terror all around!
Grim-visag'd Murder stalks along the ground,
And dying groans are heard, and savage yells resound!
Revenge, in woody glooms conceal'd from day,
Couch'd, like a tiger, waits the unwary prey,
Then sudden springing with his brandish'd dart
Tears from the mangled breast the quiv'ring heart.

Nor blameless Youth's fair-blooming years,
Nor palsied Age can pity find,

Nor female Grace, nor Beauty's pleading tears
To ought of mercy melt the savage mind,

Stern stands the dire assassin ;

Spare, O spare

That infant innocence!"-in vain the pray'r!

In vain the mother's pangs, and piercing cries!

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Fixt on the bloody point it writhes, and dies!' P.53.

Neither agitated by ambition, nor tainted by avarice, this writer is ever earnest and eloquent in his exhortations to awaken and cherish the milder virtues: but we are re-called to the turbulent scène of our worldly duties, and can no longer indulge the soothing lyre. A few closing strains must satisfy our readers,

From stanzas which are incorrectly entitled Sonnets, wo selest

FIRST BEAUTY.

'Light as the breeze, and frolic as the May,
My careless Muse her idle ditties sung;

To mortal Beauty trill'd her airy lay,

Round Folly's shrine her flow'ry garland hung ;

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