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understandings. For, as it has been well observed, their minds, like weak ftomachs, will not bear the inore solid food, and are unable to digeft the graver advices and severer rules of religious or philosophical instruction.-But we cannot convey the eulogium of this species of wiiting in fitter: terms than those made use of ty the ingenious Author of the Sentimental Fables now before us.

• Fable, says he, from the earliest ages, has appeared to the greatest and wiselt of men the most eligible of all vehicles to convey instruction. No fpecies of writing is perused with more avidiiv, or is more capable of furnishing rational pleasure, of improving the understanding, refining the taste, polishing the manners, and forming the heart.

• The intention of the Author of these new Fables is to inculcate the most liberal and exalted sentiments, to pourtray virtue in the most amiable and striking light, to strip vice of her allur. ing blandishments, paint her in her natural deformity, and point out the inextricable difficulties in which her deluded votaries must be necessarily involved.

• He has laboured to couch the preceptive sentiments in pithy and expressive terms, to adorn them with the elegance of language and harmonious versification, and at the same time, to render them fufficiently obvious, has endeavoured to express them in the most casy, Aowing and intelligible style.

• He has attempted to affect the heart by strongly exciting the passions, and to gain over the judgment by connecting them with their proper ohjeets; nor reluctantly indulged the sportings of fancy, or neglected the embellishments of wit, to captivate the

young, and the polite, particularly the softer sex, for whose use and amusement most of these Fables were invented.'

As a specimen of the Author's talents for this species of wri. ting we have selected his 2ift Fable, entitled the Dove and the Ant, and addressed • To a Compassionate Lady.'

• Is there an eye that never flows
From sympathy of other's woes?
Is there an ear that still doth fail
To tingle at a mournful tale?
When scenes of fore distress are nigh,
Hard is the heart that checks a figh.

• If with neglea, or with disdain
We look on misery, grief, or pain ;
Or can suppress the rising groan,
For every suffering not our own :
In human shapes such souls that dwell,
A hedge-hog's form would suit as well.

• By sympathising with distress,
We shall not find our comforts less;

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For with the anguish 'twill impart
A pleasure to the feeling heart.
How sweet the joys, the peace, and rest
That reign in every tender breast !
The meanest in distress, the wise
Will freely serve, and not despise.

• A lab'ring Ant, who half a league
Had drag'd his load with vast fatigue,
As trailing from a distant barn
A huge prodigious grain of corn;
Tottering, beneath the burthen bent,
Diffolv'd in sweat, his strength quite spent;
As many a weary step he took,
Along the margin of a brook,
He homeward trudg'd through thick and thin,
But miss'd a step and tumbled in :
The dashing waves around him fly,
And foam and thunder to the sky.
So have I seen the planks that bear
Britannia's eager sons to war,
Ruth from the stocks with fury down,
To distant view a falling town,
Lash the hoarse waves and fem the tide,
And o'er the billows proudly ride.

• He toil'd, and, with unequal ftrife,
Panted, and itruggled hard for life:
The waves come booming o'er his head,
His powers are gone, his hopes are fled;
He founces, plunges, itrives in vain,
He finks, then riting, Hoats again ;
Relifts the stream, and holds his breath,
Despairs of help, and waits for death.

• When lo! a Dove, with pity mov'd,
" For every living thing the lov'd,”
Beheld, with deep concern oppress’d,
The honeft rustic thus dittress'd;
Just where she saw him galping lie,
She pluck'd a twig, and drop'd it nigh.
He mounts like failor on an oar,
Securely perch'd, and reach'd the shore;'
Then Mook his limbs, and rais'd his head,
And thus to his deliverer said:

To one unask'd, who could bestow,
Such service, more than thanks I owe;
Receive, devoid of skill or art,
Th' effusion of a grateful heart :
You may partake of all I hoard,
Sure of a welcome at my board.

• The gentle Dove, with smiles replies, And meekness beaming from her eyes :


The highef joys on earth we find,
Spring from a tender feeling mind;
The loft sensations rising there,
Repay with intereft all our care :
Where kindness is to others thown,
Imparting bliss, we form our own.
Sweet is the infelt joy that flows
From kind relief of other's woes;
The bolom that with pity burns,
Bless'd in itself, wants no returns.

• She spoke: and, mounting, spreads her wings,
And wheels aloft in airy rings,
Seeking the well known Mady grove,
To nurse her young and bless her love.

• When winter's snows deform’d the year,
And food was scarce, the frost fevere,
The grateful Ant, who had with pain
Amass'd a monstrous load of grain ;
And as the Dove might want, he thought,
To find his benefactor, fought.

Long had he rov'd the forest round,
Before the gentle Dove he found;
At distance feen, too far to hear
His voice; a sportsman much too near,
With lifted tube, and levelling eye,

The fatal lead prepard to fy;
The trigger juft began to move,
His aim was pointed at the Dove.

• With horror ftruck, the Ant beheld;
By gratitude and love impellid,
He mounts, and to his ankle clings,
With all his force the fowler stings,
That moment was his piece discharg'd ;
He Aarts, miss'd aim; the Dove's enlarg d.

• Pleas’d with the thought of fervice done,
The man's revenge lie tries to Mun;
In haste the flying Love pursa'd,
As wand'ring through the leaflels wood;

Till settling on a tree he finds her,
And of their mutual help reminds her.

• We wisely act, my worthy friend,
Says he, when we affittance lend;
And when for that the meanest call,
The joy resulting is not all ;
Its pradent too, there's none so low
To whom we may not favours owe :
Freedom, and life itself oft springs
From small and despicable things.
He that is wife will ne'er refuse
Others with tenderness to ale :
Where'er we. lend to others aid,
We surely shall be well repaid.'


The foregoing very pleasing Fable *, will give our Readers no unfavourable opinion of either the Muse or the heart of the Writer.

Art, IX. The Tour of Holland, Ditch Brabant, oba Axftrian Netbarn lands, and Part of France; in wbich is included a Defcriprion of Paris

and its Environs. 12mo. 35. Kearfiey. 1772. THESE travels are related in a feries of letters to a friend, thor's consent to their being made public; but, though the Writer declares his persuasion that they will neither be of benefit to his readers, or to himself, we apprehend they will prove a very agreeable amusement to those who peruse them. He writes in a free, easy, epistolary manner, and gives an catertaining and initructive account of a variety of objects in the towns and countries through which he patred.

Before he leaves his own country, he bestows a few encomiums on Harwich, as the worst of all possible places, and attended with a farther inconvenience, on account of the shoal of scoundrels who pick your pockets with impunity. We were first attacked, says he, by a clerk for thirteen chillings and fixpence each, for which he generousiy gave us a piece of paper, which he called a permit, and which was of no other use bus for a Dutchman to light his pipe with. He told me in answer to my inquiry into the nature of his demand, that he was rather thick of hearing; I thought his reason conclusive, and we paid him his fees immediately. The officers of the customs then insisted on their fees for tumbling our clothes and deranging our trunks, and for what they call sufferance, which is “ to permit a man to take out of the kingdom, what the laws have not prohibited."

Amidst the several particulars which this volume affords, it is difficult to determine what parts to make choice of for the amusement of our Readers, and to aliit them in forming their judgment concerning the work. However, passing by much greater objects, something concerning which is often read or heard of, we shall first iranscribe the short account that is given of Broek, not very distant from Sardam in North Holland.

• The most picturesque village, fays this Writer, perhaps in the world. It is chiefly inhabited by bankers and insurers. The houses are of Auted boards, painted in different colours, agreeable to the taste of the respective owners. The roofs are of glazed tiles, and the gardens which are before every door, are laid out in parterres of various forms and colours by the affift

Its outline will be found in Dodfley's Collection of Fables; but Our Author has wrought it into a more finished picture of benevo». lence and gratitude.


ance of shells, pieces of brick, marbles, glass beads, &c. a few trees are planted before every house at the extremity of these little gardens, which are cut into form. The streets are paved with brick, on which neither carriages, nor cattle are fuffered, and they are as clean as a lady's drawing room. Nothing can be conceived neater than that beautiful little place, nor more extravagant than the charges at the inn. Some boiled perch and three bottles of rhenish, which is about ten-pence a bottle, cost us a guinea.'

Among some general reflections upon Holland, this Author has the following remark: I have seen enough to confirm me in the justness of Sir William Temple’s opinion, who speaking of it, if my memory misleads me not, says, that it is a country where the earth is better than the air, and profit more in request than honour; where there is more sense than wit, more good nature than good humour, and more wealth than plea. fure. Where a man would chuse rather to travel, than to live; shall find more things to observe, than to defire; and more persons to esteem, than to love.'

Some regulations in the police of Amsterdam he thinks would be well worthy of imitation in London: in the former city he obferves, you never meet a watchman alone; two always walk together, by which means they add strength as well as give courage to each other. -- There also is an admirable custom to prevent the spreading of fire, by giving almost an immediate alarm. On the top of four churches licuated at four different quarters of the city, watchmen are fixed for the whole night, who are obliged to found a trumpet every half hour, as a signal of their being awake, and on their duty. On the breaking out of a fire the alarm bell is rung, the watchmen are collected and are at the spot in a moment. Of what infinite service would a plan fomewhat fimilar to this be in our metropolis!

As to the neatness of their houses and cleanliness of their towns for which the Dutch have been so greatly famed, and justly applauded, our Author allows them but little merit, because he appreherds it arises from the necessity of their situation: but he admires their industry, and the manner in which, amidst a concurrence of causes, their republic has risen to make such a figure in Europe: • It is wonderful, he remarks, that in a country without a stone or a pebble, there should be stone edi. fices the most magnificent; without forests, or an oak tree, (two little woods excepted) the Dutch navy is the second in the world; without arable land, they supply half Europe with corn ; and with a tract of country, scarce larger than an English *county, they can raise men and money to make themselves of importance in the eyes of the first power in Christendom.'

Among the cities in the Austrian Netherlands, Brussels apfears to be the most pleasing to this traveller. · We have stayed


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