We were much pleased with several pieces of poetry. The verses beginning thus, may be ranked amongst the finest in our language

"Who is yon poor shivering maiden?

Her pallid cheeks hath sickness, or hath sorrow prey'd

on ?

She seems forlorn;

See how the storm
Bends her thin form,

And with what tumultuous hand she holds her scanty plaid on!

Ah! now 'tis torn !"

Lines on a Dying Lamb are equally endearing, and the Curate's Tale, with other effusions, entitle our young authoress to unlimited encomiums as a poetess. Indeed, her verses are elegant, and sweetly harmo nious: they flow with ease, and are marked with a trae poetic fire. We should recommend this young lady to cherish the Muse rather than Queen Mab, the inspirer of novels, of which we have already too many. Elegant poetry, such as flows from this lady's sympathetic pen, will ever claim our admiration, while it establishes her fame on a foundation that cannot but move down the vale of time.

The Family Budget; or, Game of Knowledge. Ridg way and Symonds. 11. 11s. 6d.

ONE striking mark of the superiority of the present

age over the last-is the attention bestowed on the improvement of the rising generation. The devices which have been laid before the public for the communication of knowledge, have been many, and are deservedly applauded. Among articles of this kind, The Family Budget is entitled to particular at tention.

Grammar, arithmetic, mythology, vegetables, mu sic, and history, are the subjects of the several cards by which the game is played. Each card contains a

And the

definition, which is just and appropriate. manner of playing is so well adapted for the conveyance of knowledge to the young of both sexes, that it may be applied to all the other sciences with equal facility. It was, it seems, "first invented for the use of some young ladies, whose education the author was called to superintend, and she had the pleasure of finding it answer her most sanguine expectations." Indeed, it happily blends knowledge and amusement together-and therefore must be pronounced a very acceptable present to the rising generation.

This ingenious invention is patronised by W. Wyndham, Esq. and among the subscribers are the names of some of the most respectable characters in the kingdom. It is the production of an officer's widow, and we trust her talents will be amply rewarded. She intends publishing a small volume of Poems by subscription -we wish her every success-and hope that the productions of her muse will meet with the public sanction and approbation. To this lady we are indebted for those pieces in our poetical department signed Anna Maria, which, we doubt not, have gratified at. various times the readers of our Miscellany.

Tables in Arithmetic and Mensuration, selected by R. Goodacre, Hurst. 2d.

F the utility of Tables of this kind, we have already spoken in a former article of our Review. We have, therefore, only to add, that these selections are here arranged on an open sheet, with neatness and accuracy. The type being small, yet clean-the purchaser (be he either tutor or pupil) has great reason to be satisfied, both with quality and quantity.

Out at Last; or, The Fallen Minister. By Peter Pindar, Esq. West and Hughes. 1s. 6d.

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HE eccentric muse of Peter Pindar has here touched on the ci-devant heaven-born minister of Britain, in strains calculated to excite our risibility.

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Playful in his satire, and original in his imagery, we were entertained with the present effusion. A verse, immediately connected with us authors, and our female Co-operators authoresses, we shall transcribe→→

Hark! AUTHORS braying, round the croud,
And AUTHORESSES Cry aloud-

"Villain! to wage a war with all the muses!" And lo! the printer's devils appear!

With ink thy visage they besmear,

While each in turn indignantly abuses;
And more their pris'ner to disgrace,
They empt the pelt-pot in thy face,
Roaring around thee as they caper,
"Take that, my boy-for tax on paper!"

The pelt-pot is an utensil amongst printers, containing a certain stale fluid for the benefit of the balls. From this specimen, it appears that Peter treats the ex-minister with no kind of ceremony.

Matilda; or, Welsh Cottage, a Poetical Tale. By the Author of Theodore; or, Gamester's Progress -The Margate New Guide-and Parodies on Gay. Dutton.

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VE have spoken favourably of this author on former occasions, and we have reason to extend our approbation to the performance before us→→→ it is a pleasing Tale, pleasingly told !

The Friends; or, The Contrast between Virtue and Vice, a Tale, designed for the Improvement of Youth. By Elizabeth Griffin. Crosby and LetIS. 6d.

terman.

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E were much pleased with this little volumeit is marked by the unison of good sense and simplicity. The wooden cuts are neat, and gratifying to juvenile curiosity.

Evening Recreations, a Collection of Original Stories. Written by a Lady for the Amusement of her Young Friends. Third edition corrected. Crosby and Letterman.

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HIS work is characterised by a pleasing varietythe lady, though she thought proper to conceal her name, yet the articles here detailed do credit both to her understanding and heart.

Pocock's Original and Universal List of Merchant Ships, corrected to May 1801. No. Ist. Also No. IInd.

Steel and Pocock's Original Monthly List of Merchant Ships belonging to all Nations, and trad, ing to and from the United Kingdoms of Great Britain and Ireland, with all the Parts of the Globe, alphabetically arranged, printed in the Form and conducted upon the Plan of Steel's List of the Royal Navy. Corrected to June 1801. To be continued Monthly. Steel, Tower-Hill; and Pocock, Gravesend.

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HE title page of this work (in which Mr. Steel and Mr. Pocock are jointly concerned), sufficiently explains its nature and tendency. It will prove of the most extensive utility. Uncommon pains must have been employed to ascertain the names, masters, and destination, of so many thousand vessels-it is, there fore, deserving of the patronage of the mercantile world. In casting our eye over its contents, we were proud in contemplating our rank among the nations of the earth. May peace and commerce unite in handing down our blessings to the latest posterity !

Bardomachia; or, The Battle of the Bards. Translated from the Original Latin. Johnson. Is.

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HE battle between Mr. Gifford and Peter Pindar, in Mr. Wright's shop, Piccadilly, has afforded much laughter among the learned. It is here humourously satirised, and is ascribed, by common report, to the pen of a grave divine, who sometimes diverts himself with the foibles and follies of mankind. To him we are indebted both for the original Latin, and the present ingenious translation.

Mr. Gifford is the author of a poem, called the Baviad and Mæviad

Him Peter spying, quickly to him ran,
And thus address'd the zigzag gentleman:
Thou art, if from thy mien I rightly guess,
The rascal whom they call-Mæviades!"
"Mæviades I am," the bard replies,
"But not a rascal.".

"Not a rascal?” cries
Th' indignant Pindar-" ne'er was a greater,
Thou base, calumnious, everlasting prater!
But why in idle words consume our time?
Take this reward of thine audacious crime !"
He said and on the trembling varlet's head
Twice his stout stick with all his force he laid.
Not great Alcides his repeated thwack,
Laid harder on the horrid hydra's back!
And sure another stroke, so fierce and fell,
Would have dispatch'd the poet's soul to hell:
Or heav'n the red blood down his temples ran!
His cheeks, so rubicand before, grew wan!
And death, untimely death, with scythe elate,
Was ready to decide his instant fate;
When Phoebus, loth to see a poet die
In bloom of youth, resolves to quit the sky,
And save a parent for his progeny.
I mean the product of his fertile brains,
His lawful offspring-his satyric strains.
Quick thro' the misty air Apollo steer'd,
And in gigantic Peltier's form appear'd!