wherein he proves a real diftinction of the Sacred Three, and which he expreffes in fuch high terms, as to call the Son another from the Father, and the Holy Ghost another from both of them and alledges the paffage of St. John, in his Epift. v. 7. Ita connexus Patris in Filio, et Filii in Paracleto, tres efficit coherentes, alterum ex altero; qui tres unum funt, non unus; quomodo dictum eft, Ego et Pater unum fumus. Cap. xxv. "Thus the connexion of the Father with the Son, and of the Son with the Holy Spirit, caufes these three to be united together, one with another; which Three are One thing or being, not one perfon, in the fame manner as it is said, I and my Father are One.' The anonymous defender of Swedenborgh, art. 2, tells us, that this author, treating exprefsly of the Trinity, affirms that there is a divine Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, which he proves from the Scriptures, not omitting the paffage in St. John's firft Epiftle, v. 7. but diftinguishing it by capital characters; and he obferves, that these three are three eÏentials of the one God, which make one, like the foul, body, and operation in man; a comparison, adds our vindicator, which may be familiarized to every one's capacity and experience.-This doctrine he defends, as being that of Scripture, against what Mr. Bay ley has advanced in oppofition to it in feveral parts of his Sermon. There is more acuteness, and appearance of cool reafoning in this vindication, than might have been expected from an admirer of the illuminated Emanuel Swedenborgh. We are, however, far from being convinced of the conformity of this doctrine to that of the Scriptures; and think that Mr. Bayley, in his Strictures, art. 3, has difplayed more learning and argument in defence of the commonly received doctrine of the Trinity, contended for in his Sermon, than his antagonist will eafily overthrow. A Caveat addressed to the Catholics of Worcester, against the infinuating Letter of Mr. Wharton. By William Pilling. 12mo. Is. 6d. Coghlan. Ye good Catholics! of Worcefter, if ye will take the advice of a Proteftant Reviewer, ye will diligently perufe Mr. Pilling's Caveat. If Mr. Wharton's infinuating Letter hath contributed any thing toward bringing you nearer to Proteftanism, the bigotry, violence, and narrow exclufive fpirit of the Caveat, will, we think, go far toward completing the work. All that may fill remain to do, will hardly fail of its accomplishment, if you can be perfuaded to add to the perufal of the Caveat, that of the Bible. MEDICAL. Obfervations on the Scurvy. By Thomas Trotter, a Surgeon of bis Majefty's Navy, &c. 8vo. 25. Robinfons. It is no uncommon remark from a navy-furgeon, that a practitioner on land knows nothing of the fcurvy. Our author has Q4 written written thefe Obfervations to prove it, and particularly to con fute Dr. Millman's theory of debility. We reviewed this work in our Fifty-fourth Volume, and pointed out fome of its imperfections. Mr. Trotter describes the fcurvy, as it occurred in a Guinea fhip, among the Negroes; and has elucidated his fubject by this new appearance. He defends Dr. Cullen's opinion, that the difeafe arifes from a faline acrimony, and a tenuity of the fluids, fometimes from falted meats, but occafionally, particularly among his Negroes, from other caufes, He has added fome arguments for this opinion to the ftock, though he has not yet eftablished it; for debility is a very conftant attendant, either as a caufe or effect of the other changes, At the fame time, as we formerly alledged, debility will not, alone, explain the feveral fymptoms. Our author adds fome remarks on the treatment of fcurvy, He thinks the malt infufions, and even the four krout, of little confequence; and recommends unripe bottled goofeberries as an ufeful addition to the fea-ftock, and the acetous jelly of patmeal (fowens) as a part of a feaman's diet. We think fome of our more acid wines, either from goofeberries or currants, might be highly ferviceable, and would recommend a trial of them diluted with water instead of grog.-Mr. Trotter is well acquainted with his fubject, and speaks from experience; but we are forry to add, that his language is very exceptionable. A poetical and congratulatory Epifle to James Bofwell, Efq. on his Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides. By Peter Pindar, Ejq. 4to. 25. Kearsley, We have often fuggefted, that this ingenious and entertaining author deviated too far into the paths of illiberality, where he is certain of finding many equally abufive, who could never foar with him to the fame height, either in wit or poetry. It is the fate perhaps of thefe genuine defcendants of Yorick, rather than of Pindar, to defpife the counfels of the grave and difcreet, till they fall into the pit which malice and revenge have digged, and to which levity and high fpirits have impelled them. We defpair of fuccefs while we repeat our cautions, and ftrenuously urge our friend Peter, to whom we are highly indebted, to regard them with more attention. The pleafant vanity of the journalist was a proper fubject of his fatire; the stroke would have tickled, but not have wounded, When he advances to higher ranks, he lofes fight not only of judgment but of decorum, and deferves fevere reprehenfion, We need fcarcely obferve, that our author's eye, which is always open to perceive the folly of the moment, has glanced at fome exceptionable paffages in Mr. Bofwell's Journal, with its ufual acuteness and penetration. The lafh follows with equal celerity and force. Yet we do not think our author fo happy happy in these ftrictures as in his former criticifms. The best parts are the beginning and the conclufion, which we shall now felect. O Bofwell, Bozzy, Bruce, whate'er thy name, And shake the Hebrides from fhore to shore.'The concluding lines are alfo excellent: the parody will be fufficiently obvious. Bleft be thy labours, moft advent'rous Bozzy, Bold rival of fir John, and dame Piozzi *; Heav'ns! with what laurels thall thy head be crown'd! Yes! whilft the Rambler fhall a comet blaze, And gild a world of darkness with his rays, Thee too, that world, with wonderment fhall hail, Sperates and Xantippe; a Burlesque Tale. By William Walbeck, 4to. 25. Bew, The old tale of Socrates and Xantippe, the formy tale terminated by the boqver, is humorously verfified in the little pamphlet now before us. We need not enlarge on the fubject, but muft exprefs our approbation of the author's talents in the burlefque ftyle. Mr. Wallbeck might have obtained more of our praife, if his humorous levity, in one or two paffages, had been better reftrained; though we fhould add, that we have met with nothing very exceptionable. The following advice, however, makes ample amends for any tranfitory error, • "Twill fwell my proem to a tract, First, as ye hope to married be, Again, • Of conquests vain, the girl who wants From time to time may get gallants, When for new fuitors women aim, Sir John Hawkins, and the late Mrs. Thrale • Did Did ye but know your interest, Not ev'n in fancy would ye rove: "Tis fentiment that gives the zest, And makes a luxury of love.'. The notes are fometimes humorous, but oftener of the trifling kind; for burlesque of ancient manners is now fo trite, that it scarcely raifes a fmile. The conclufion of the following paffage is finely pointed. Perhaps the author's opinion is wellfounded; but on this we would not decide; for to lay unhallowed hands on the humour of Sterne is, we think, a fervice of equal danger with difplacing the armour of Orlando. Having mentioned "Triftram Shandy," I muft trefpafs another moment on your patience, to comment on that motley work; a work whofe wit has juftly raised the author to very high rank,-but,-with as many foul blots in his escutcheon, as there are ftars and dafhes in his book. Pity that no one has fet fet about refining it; feparating as much as may be of the pure ore from its drofs and recrement. Nor need a man of talents (for no other can do it) think it derogatory to undertake it he would deferve fo well of community, as to ftand next in rank to Sterne upon earth, and before him in heaven.' Dunftan Park; or an Evening Walk. A Poem. By T. Rhodes, a Journeyman Ribbon-weaver. 8vo. 6d. Newbury, printed for the Author. This honeft weaver feems totally unacquainted with that airy ftuff which, according to Mr. Mason, weav'd in Fancy's loom, Floats in light vifion round the poet's head.' He appears to be a good fort of man, not deftitute of common fenfe, but he is no poet. The Errors of Innocence. A Novel. In Five Volumes. 155. Robin fons. 12mo. The different parts of this novel are of very unequal merit. An obfcurity in the conduct of the ftory, at firft perplexes the reader, and the connection of the feveral events is at last traced with difficulty. On the other hand, good fenfe, strict morality, and the most guarded propriety of conduct, in many of the characters, render it a falutary leffon to thofe who eagerly purfue fimilar productions. Vice and folly are alfo expofed to cenfure and ridicule. The author feems capable of commanding the heart, and all its finer fenfations; of harrowing up the foul with diftrefs, of foftening it with pity, or expanding it with joy. We can only attribute her failure, in fome parts, to hafte, perhaps to inexperience. In the beginning the feems to have had no regular plan, and confequently could not provide for the fucceeding events. Fanny. Fanny. A Novel. Written by a Lady. In a Series of Letters. 3 Vols. 12mo. 75. 6d. Jewed. Richardfon. This is an interefting little ftory, related in a pleasing manner, without the degree of perfection which will enable it to bear the approach of the torch of criticifm, without revealing fome confiderable imperfections. Let it then be extinguished; for the aim of fuch little artlefs productions is to foothe the wrinkled brow, instead of adding to its furrows to amufe the mind, and mend the heart. In these respects, our fair author deferves our praise. Edvin and Anna, a Northumbrian Tale, founded on Facts, written by Edwin himself. 3 Vols. 12mo. 75. 6d. Scatcherd and Whitaker. This is a confufed medley of modern and ancient anecdotes; for the author, who was employed by fir George Lyttelton, though he knows not how to spell his name, fpeaks with equal freedom of fome of the prefent very respectable inhabitants of Paternofter-row. We fufpect the Tale to be a new edition, with additions, of an older story. The author is frequently in a humorous vein, but his attempts are unsuccessful; and he is fometimes pathetic, without the power of drawing a tear. He is not unacquainted with the northern parts of England, or the manners and language of the feceders, a fect of diffenters from the kirk of Scotland; but this heterogeneous mixture of poetry and profe, of religion and humour, is neither interefting or entertaining. Melwyn Dale, A Novel. In a Series of Letters. By a Lady. 2 Vols. 12mo. 55. Lane. The ufual characters, trite fentiments, and an expected catastrophe, will characterise this novel. Is it new? or is it old? We confefs we know not. We fufpect it to be a literary patch-work, and confign it to the oblivion which it de ferves. MISCELLANEOUS. Cary's Actual Survey of Middlesex, on a Scale of an Inch to a Mile; wherein the Roads, Rivers, Woods, and Commons; as well as every Market Town, Village, &c. are diftinguifbed, and every Seat Shewn, with the Name of the Poffeffor. Preceded by a General Map of the County, divided into its Hundreds. To which is added, an Index of all the Names contained in the Plates. 8vo. By J. Carey, Engraver, Map and Print-feller. 55. Sewed. This beautiful delineation of Middlesex, is contained in twenty-eight octavo maps, in which all the high roads are diftinctly traced in a brown colour, and every country feat of note, |