such as the author describes.-In short, we cannot praise the plan of the work. It proceeds on principles altogether false, both in point of fact and in point of taste; and the author's powers of fancy and of language are incapable of giving any lasting interest to so indelicate and so ungrateful a subject. That these powers are considerable a few extracts will shew. Our readers cannot but admit that there is much pleasantry and spirit in some of the following portraits, and a lively, accurate and original view of nature in some of the following landscapes. His description of the dandy's conversation, though not perhaps in his best manner, is characteristic and clever. 'How much at home was Charles in all His jokes retail'd, his jargon quoted; And while he sneered or quizzed or flirted, The world, half angry, was diverted.'-pp. 22, 23. The following passages of autumnal London are extracted from a too long and too minute description; yet are they, in themselves, sprightly and amusing. "Tis August. Rays of fiercer heat And And still the Mercury mounts higher, "Till London seems again on fire.'-pp. 149, 150. See, how beneath the cloudless beams Of a hot sun the river steams! The breeze is hushed; a dazzling glare, And "hushed, expects" throughout the day, Or the vext waters make a breach Clean over them in Chelsea-reach.'-pp. 152-154. Now cloudless skies their heat redouble; The "Swart Star" rages o'er the stubble. Now, half dried up, the river shrinks, And the parched common yawns in chinks; And birds impatient to be shot. These signs, and more-but 'twould encumber The earth, in short, the air, the sun, Proclaim The Capital undone.'-pp. 162, 163. The trip to Margate in the steam-boat is excellent in its way : and our readers will not fail to observe here and there, amid the broad and accurate humour of the descriptions, touches of a finer pleasantry. Now many a city-wife and daughter Embarked, Embarked, they catch the sound, and feel From shifting helm or taught lee-braces, On the smooth deck some stretch their legs, By Graves-end, South-end, through the Nore, Till the boat lands them all at four, Exulting, on the Margate shore!'-pp. 156-158. } There is something in the following illustration of that gentle violence with which political favours are thrust upon us,' which savours of Swift. "Tis thus that peerages are proffered, And ribbons pressed, and mitres offered. Some receive pensions, others places, 66 They fight, 'tis true, beneath his banner; "They feel the obligation doubled." Of words like these-they're words of course; Sounds which, however strange to utter, Add relish to men's bread and butter.-p. 197. These airy and clever passages, (and these are not the only ones of of this description in the poem,) shew the author to more advantage than the whole work; for he is never satisfied to sketch his scene he labours it with the care, but without the effect, of a Dutch painter; and rarely intermits his pains, till he has confused and flattened his first design by the cruel luxuriance of his illustration. If this redundancy of rhyme be attributable to copiousness,— to the errors of taste, and the inexperience of a young author, we entertain great hopes of his future success; but if, on the other hand, as we see some reason to suspect, the Letter to Julia is the vehicle of the hoarded facetiousness of a practised dealer in jeux d'esprits, we can expect not merely nothing better, but perhaps even nothing more of this kind from the same pen. The accumulated pleasantries of years have apparently been lavished in an incautious fortnight on the extravagant Julia. ART. XI.-Memoirs of Richard Lovell Edgeworth, Esq. Begun by himself and concluded by his Daughter, Maria Edgeworth. 2 vols. 8vo. London. 1820. WE E have been so much amused with the writings of Mr. Edgeworth and his daughter, and their style seems so particularly adapted to domestic biography, that we found it impossible to open this book without certain anticipations of pleasure. But it too often happens that those who exhibit the shrewdest good sense in measuring or describing the qualities of others, are woefully deficient in appreciating their own. To speak of one's self with moral truth is difficult; with absolute truth perhaps impossible. Endless indeed are the forms which vanity takes; but it may generally be said that the two most frequent, and yet most intolerable faults are, on the one hand, long-winded explanations of minute and trivial facts, and on the other, pompous declamations, in which the facts are overlaid by a verbose and unwearied panegyric. We are afraid that our readers will find these observations not altogether inapplicable to the present volumes. Richard Lovell Edgeworth was born at Bath, in the year 1744, of a family which had been settled in Ireland since the time of Queen Elizabeth, but which he says had been, God knows how long, established at Edgeworth, in Middlesex, now erroneously called Edgeware.' Mr. Edgeworth favours us with some memoranda of his immediate ancestors, which it required no little exertion of candour to give, and which are only curious as showing that some of the most absurd scenes of his Castle Rack-rent were copied from the traditions of his own family. And here, perhaps, we may be allowed to observe as the literary reputation of the Edgeworths is mainly built on their representation of Irish characters-that their habit was to write down (even in society) any expressions which appeared to them likely to suit their publications; and we have been informed that when Mr. Edgeworth acted as a magistrate in hearing the disputes of his Irish neighbours, his daughter was often in the room taking notes of the peculiar manners or expressions of the litigants. This accounts for the admirable truth and minuteness with which they have painted individual Irish character. It explains also why such of their works, and such parts of the works, as are not peculiarly Irish, are so very inferior to those which are; and it removes a little of the wonder which we have felt, that the authors of Castle Rack-rent and Ennui should have produced such works as Belinda, Harrington and Ormond, and the two volumes before us. But it is also worthy of observation, that this mode, of sketching after individual nature, has a strong tendency to caricature, and that, accordingly, the portraits which Mr. and Miss Edgeworth compose, on the principle of Apelles, by collecting into one canvass the features of many individuals, are often exaggerated, and tend to give us an amusing rather than a just representation of the Irish character. As a specimen of the manners, or rather, of what Mr. Edgeworth believes to have been the manners, of his forefathers, we extract the following passage. Captain Edgeworth had a son by his former wife, and the present wife had a daughter, by her former husband. The daughter was heiress to her father's property. These young people fell in love with each other. The mother was averse to the match. To avoid the law against running away with an heiress, the lovers settled, that the young lady should take her lover to church behind her on horseback. Their marriage was effected. Their first son, Francis, was born before the joint ages of his father and mother amounted to thirty-one years. After the death of Captain Edgeworth and his wife, which happened before this young couple had arrived at years of discretion, John Edgeworth took possession of a considerable estate in Ireland, and of an estate in England, in Lancashire, which came to him in right of his wife; he had also ten thousand pounds in money, as her fortune. But they were extravagant, and quite ignorant of the management of money. Upon an excursion to England, they mortgaged their estate in Lancashire, and carried the money to London in a stocking, which they kept on the top of their bed. To this stocking, both wife and husband had free access, and of course its contents soon began to be very low. The young man was handsome, and very fond of dress. At one time, when he had run out all his cash, he actually sold the ground-plot of a house in Dublin, to purchase a high crowned hat and feathers, which was then the mode. He lived in high company in London, and at court. Upon some occasion, King Charles the Second insisted upon knighting him. His lady was presented at court, where she was so much taken notice of by the VOL. XXIII. NO. XLVI. K K |