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savishing, with a murdering hand, your growing family, those young ones, feeble and trembling, scarcely covered with a thin down, cara ries away, notwithstanding your plaintive cries, the fruit of your teader loves.
« Thus the heavens, witness of your happiness, the gloomy forests, the fortunate banks that now resound with such sweet music-mortly, alas! will hear but your misfortunes :--Echo, whom you entertain day and night, will soon hear but your lamentable accents, and will repeat your groans and lamentations to the mountains.'
To the Hymn to the Sun, the Translator has added an Elegy to the Tomb, which he says is one of six more ( an elegant Hibernianism) which he proposes to translate, if the present publication is approved of by the Public.
ART. IX. Sonnets to eminent Men; and an Cde to the Earl of
Effingham. 4to. 1 S. Murray. 1783.
THayleg other celebrated poet; Mt. T. 'Warton Dr.
Watson, Bishop of Llandaff; Dr. Thurlow, Bishop of Lincoln ; and the Duke of Richmond. Such men may, with the utmost propriety, be denominated EMINENT. Their distinguished abilities, their exalted characters, their benignant influence, vari. oully displayed, though united in one great object, the improvement and welfare of mankind, may well entitle them to this distinction. The tribute here paid to their respective merits, is as just in its principle, as it is elegant in its form. The ingenious author, while he discovers the richness of poetic fancy, unfolds what is of still higher worth,-a foul fired with the love of liberty, and glowing with fond affection to its FRIENDS.
From this delicious Morceau we fhall select the fifth Sonnet, addressed to the Bishop of Lincoln, as a specimen of the author's happy talent of engaging the muse in the service of exalted. worth.
• Not that the mitre's rays thy brows adorn
(The mitre oft has grac'd unworthy brows!
The painful cruth the honest muse avows);
Superior talents, dature's noblest prize!
The added polith learning's toil fupplies
That hence a judging world reveres thy name,
Confiftens manners, and a blameless life!!
the lines addressed to William Jones, Efq; on his being a candidate to represent the Univerfity of Oxford in Parliament, 1780.
• In Learning's field, diversified and wide,
The narrow, beaten track is all we trace :
How tew, like thee, of that uameasur'd space
The pride that prompts thy literary chace ;
With unremitting strengeb and rapid pace
With due regard thy toils may OXFORD fee,
Repay che honour that the boafts in Thee.
Art. X. A felea Colle&tion of Poems : with Notes, Biographical
and Historical; and a complete poetical ladex. Volumes Five, Six, Seven and Eighth. Small Svo. 108. 6 d. Boardo, Ni. chols, 1782. HE four former volumes of this Miscellany were noticed
in our Review for August 1780, p. 150. What are now published complete the collection.
This industrious collector, who seems to think that whatever has been printed, or even prepared for the press, ought never to be loft, has bestowed no small pains to rescue many a forgotten bard from oblivion. The taste of modern times is much too fastidious to relish even the minor poets ; how ther can it be expected, that the poet a minimi can afford it gratification? There volumes, nevertheless, contain, as
was observed of the former ones, some things that are curious, and others that are intrinsically valuable. The following claffical effufion of gallantry, by an eminent prelate now living, is certainly on both accounts worth preserving.
• Vanæ fit arti, fit ftudio modus,
Mitte, supervacuosque sultus.
Divitias operofiores :
Ut fontiam joter murmura & arborum
logeminant fine lege cantus:
Anifices nimis apparatus.
Pulvere dedecores capillos;
Verticis exuviæ decori;
Fusa comas agitare ventis.'
• NO longer seek the needless aid
Of ftudious Art, dear lovely Maid !
Vainly, from side to side, forbear
As the gay flowers, which Nature yields,
Delight the fancy more than those
As the pure sill, whose mazy train
Gives native pleasure, while it leads
As birds, the groves and streams among,
Warbling, their wood-notes wild repeat,
So simple dress and native grace
For naked Cupid till fufpects,
Cease then, with idly cruel care,
O! cease, with tasteless toil, to shed
Not Berenice's locks could boaft
of Nars, though radiant now they rise, And add new luftre to the spangled skies :
Nor Venus *, when her charms divine,
She gave her trelles unconfin'd
To play about her neck, and wanton in the wind.'
Quid ju vat ornato procedere, vita, capillo?
E: iinues Coa vele movere finus?
Teque peregrinis vendere muncribus ?
Nec finere in propriis membra nitcre bonis ?
Nudus amor formæ non amat artificem.
Et veniant hederæ fponte fua melius :
Et fciat indociles currere lympha vias :
Er ayolucres nulla dulcius arte cariunt,' &c.
The biographical notes of the Editor arė not the least amu-
• The author bere alludes to the beautiful description of Venus
• Cui mater mediâ lese culit obvia fylvâ,
EN. I, 312,
of Sam. Boyce *: and he whose hopes of a comfortable inde: pendence are built on the possession of genius, learning and virtue, may find an useful lesson in the life of the late Dr. Gloster Ridley; a man who, though he lived in the most intimate friendship with those who had it in their power to ferve him, does not seem to have been indebted to their kind. ness, till it was so late in.life as to lose a great part of its value. His book against the Confessional procured him from Archbinop Secker, a few years before he died, a prebend of Salisbury. Ac his death he was indebted to his friend the Bishop of London for a very elegant epitaph, which is inscribed upon his monument at Poplar, in Middlesex. The epitaph is as follows:
• H. S. E.
Verbi Divini Minister
Ab Academia Oxonienfi
A. D. 1774, Etatis 72.'
VIRTUS LAUDATUK ET ALGET. Mr. Nichols is pleased to compliment the abilities of his poetical Index-maker. We find nothing extraordinary in the Index, except its unusual length : it extends through upwards
of 160 pages.
• Samuel Boyce, a poor unhappy profligate, not without some Share of abilities, got a livelihood (if livelihood it could be called) by tranflating from the French, and compiling hiftories, &c. Salary, he tells a friend in one of his letters, for compiling an billorical review of the transactions of Europe, and correcting the press, was half-a-guinea a-week. He wrote verses with great facility, and fold bis manufacture at so much per hundred to Cave, the proprietor of the Gentleman's Magazine. Mr. Nichols infinaates, that Cave wanted to have the commodity delivered in by what is called the long bundred, fix. score to the hundred. Cave was a very honeft man, and probably that, curious as it was, was their bargain.
Boyce was the son of an eminent and much respected diffenting minifter of Dublin. • His • Duty, a poem,' was much approved.