ravishing, with a murdering hand, your growing family, thofe young ones, feeble and trembling, scarcely covered with a thin down, carries away, notwithstanding your plaintive cries, the fruit of your ten-› der loves.

Thus the heavens, witnefs of your happiness, the gloomy forefts, the fortunate banks that now refound with fuch fweet music-fhortly, alas! will bear but your misfortunes:-Echo, whom you entertain day and night, will foon hear but your lamentable accents, and will repeat your groans and lamentations to the mountains.'

To the Hymn to the Sun, the Tranflator has added an Elegy to the Tomb, which he fays is one of fix more [an elegant Hibernianism] which he propofes to tranflate, if the prefent publication is approved of by the Public.

ART. IX. Sonnets to eminent Men; and an Cde to the Earl of Effingham. 4to. is. Marray. 1783.

HESE Sonnets are infcribed to William Jones, Efq; Mr. Hayley the celebrated poet; Mr. 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 diftinguished abilities, their exalted characters, their benignant influence, variously 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 difcovers the richness of poetic fancy,. unfolds what is of ftill higher worth, a foul fired with the love of liberty, and glowing with fond affection to its FRIENDS.

From this delicious Morceau we fhall felect the fifth Sonnet, addreffed to the Bishop of Lincoln, as a fpecimen of the author's happy talent of engaging the mufe in the fervice of exalted. worth.

Not that the mitre's rays thy brows adorn
(The mitre oft has grac'd unworthy brows!
Confirm'd by Hiftory's indignant fcorn,

The painful truth the honeft mufe avows);
Not that to thee are giv'n, deny'd to moit,
Superior talents, nature's nobleft prize!
Nor yet that thefe, her splendid gifts, can boaft
The added polish learning's toil fupplies
(Though thefe the bafis of no common fame),

That hence a judging world reveres thy name,
A heart, that heaven approves, how rare to find!
A heart expanding wide to all mankind!

A breaft that knows no reftlefs paffion's strife!
Confiftent manners, and a blameless life!'

As a farther fpecimen, and to fhew that the author hath caught the true fpirit of the MILTONIC Sennet, we shall copy

the

the lines addreffed to William Jones, Efq; on his being a candidate to represent the Univerfity of Oxford in Parliament, 1780. In Learning's field, diverfified and wide,

The narrow, beaten track is all we trace:
How few, like thee, of that unmeasur❜d space
Can boast, and joftly boast, no part untried!
Yet refts not here alone thy honest pride,

The pride that prompts thy literary chace;
With unremitting ftrength and rapid pace
'Tis thine to run, and fcorn to be denied!
Thy early genius, fpurning Time's controul,
Had reach'd, ere others ftart, the diftant goal.
Marking the bright career that thou hast run,

With due regard thy toils may OXFORD fee,
And, juftly proud of her fuperior fon,

Repay the honour that she boafts in Thee.

Volumes Five,

ART. X. A felea Collection of Poems: with Notes, Biographical and Historical; and a complete poetical Index. Six, Seven and Eighth. Small 8vo. 10s. 6d. Boards. Nichols, 1782.

HE four former volumes of this Mifcellany were noticed in our Review for August 1780, p. 150. What are now published complete the collection.

This induftrious collector, who feems to think that whatever has been printed, or even prepared for the prefs, ought never to be loft, has bestowed no fmall pains to rescue many a forgotten bard from oblivion. The taste of modern times is much too faftidious to relish even the minor poets; how then can it be expected, that the poeta minimi can afford it gratification? These volumes, nevertheless, contain, as was ob ferved of the former ones, fome things that are curious, and others that are intrinfically valuable. The following claffical effufion of gallantry, by an eminent prelate now living, is certainly on both accounts worth preferving.

Ut fontiam inter murmura & arborum
Lenes fufurros dulce forant aves;
Et arte nulla, gratiores

Ingeminant fine lege cantus:
Nativa fic Te gratia, Te nitor
Simplex decebit, Te veneres Tuæ: .
Nudes Cupido fufpicatur

Artifices nimis apparatus.

Ergo flaentem Tu, male fedula,
Ne fæva inuras femper acu comam;
Neu fparfa odorato nitentes
Pulvere dedecores capillos;

Quales nec olim vel Ptolemæia
Jactavit Uxor; fidepeo in choro
Utcunque devotæ refulgent
Verticis exuviæ decori;

Nec Diva Mater, cum fimilem Tue
Mentita formam, & pulchrior aspici,
Permifit incomptas protervis

Fufa comas agitare ventis.'

Tranflation of the above, by Mr. DUNCOMBE.
NO longer feek the needlefs aid

Of ftudious Art, dear lovely Maid!
Vainly, from fide to fide, forbear

To shift thy glass, and braid each ftraggling hair.
As the gay flowers, which Nature yields,
Spontaneous, on the vernal fields,
Delight the fancy more than thofe
Which gardens trim arrange in equal rows; -
As the pure rill, whofe mazy train
The prattling pebbles check in vain,
Gives native pleafure, while it leads
Its random waters, winding through the mead:;
As birds, the groves and ftreams among,
In artless ftrains the vernal forg
Warbling, their wood-notes wild repeat,

And footh the ear, irregularly fweet;
So fimple dress and native grace
Will beft become thy lovely face!
For naked Cupid ftill fufpects,
In artful ornaments, conceal'd defects..
Ceafe then, with idly cruel care,
To torture thus thy flowing hair;
O! cease, with taffeless toil, to shed
A cloud of scented duft around thy head.
Not Berenice's locks could boaft
A grace like thine; among the hot
Of stars, though radiant now they rife,
And add new luftre to the spangled skies:

Nor

Nor Venus *, when her charms divine,
Improving in a form like thine,

She gave her treifes unconfin'd

To play about her neck, and wanton in the wind.'

Exquifite as is the compofition of this little ode, below it muft: not, however, be concealed, that it wants the merit of originality; fome of its most beautiful im ges, as well as the general idea, being evidently borrowed from the fecond elegy of the first book of Propertius.

Quid juvat ornato procedere, vita, capillo ?

Et tenues Coa vete movere finus?
Aut quid Orontea crines perfundere Myrrha ?
Teque peregrinis vendere muneribus?
Naturæque decus mercato perdere cultu?

Nec finere in propriis membra nitere bonis ?
Crede mihi, non ulla tue medicina figuræ eft.
Nudus amor formæ non amat artificem.
Adspice quos fubmittit humus formoja, colores,
Et veniant bederæ fponte fua melius :
Sargat et in folis form fius arbutus antris,
Et fciat indociles currere lympha vias :
Litera nativis perlucent pita capillis,

Et volucres nulla dulcius arte canunt,' &c.

Bishop Lowth is not the only one who has honoured this elegy by the adoption of its beauties; among the smaller poems of Mr. Shenftone, is an ode to a young lady, fomewhat too folicitous about her manner of expreffion, which is also taken from it.

The biographical notes of the Editor are not the leaft amufing part of this publication. They furnish inftruction also as well as amufement. The literary adventurer, who expects to get a fubfiftence by his pen, will do well to read the anecdotes

• The author here alludes to the beautiful defcription of Venus in the first book of the Eneid, where he meets Æneas in the habit of a buntrefs, as he was going towards Carthage:

• Cui mater mediâ fefe tulit obvia fylvâ,
Virginis os habitumque gerens, & virginis arma
Spartan-

Namque humeris de more habilem fufpenderat arcum
Venatrix, dederatque comam diffundere ventis:
Nuda genu, nodoque finus collecta fluentes.'

EN. I. 322.

A huntress in her habit and her mien,
Her drefs a maid, her air confefs'd a queen.
Bare were her knees, and knots her garments bind;
Loofe was her hair, and wanton'd in the wind;
Her hand sustain’d a bow; her quiver hung behind."'

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DRYDEN.

of

of Sam. Boyce *: and he whofe hopes of a comfortable independence are built on the poffeffion of genius, learning and virtue, may find an ufeful leffon in the life of the late Dr. Glofter Ridley; a man who, though he lived in the most intimate friendship with thofe who had it in their power to ferve him, does not seem to have been indebted to their kindnefs, till it was fo late in life as to lofe a great part of its value. His book against the Confeffional procured him from Archbishop Secker, a few years before he died, a prebend of Salisbury. At his death he was indebted to his friend the Bishop of London for a very elegant epitaph, which is infcribed upon his monument at Poplar, in Middlefex. The epitaph is as follows:

'H. S. E.
GLOSTERUS RIDLEY,
Vir optimus, integerrimus;
Verbi Divini Minifter
Peritus, fidelis, indefeffus;

Ab Academia Oxonienfi
Pro meritis, et præter ordinem,
In facrâ Theologiâ Doctoratu infignitus.
Poeta natus,

Oratoriæ facultati impenfius ftuduit.
Quam fuerat in concionando facundus,
Plurimorum animis diu infidebit;
Quam variâ eruditione inftru&tus,
Scripta ipfius femper teftabuntur.
Obiit tertio die menfis Novembris,
A. D. 1774, Etatis 72.'

VIRTUS LAUDATUR ET ALGET.

Mr. Nichols is pleased to compliment the abilities of his poetical Index-maker. We find nothing extraordinary in the Index, except its unufual length: it extends through upwards of 160 pages.

Samuel Boyce, a poor unhappy profligate, not without fome fhare of abilities, got a livelihood (if livelihood it could be called) by tranflating from the French, and compiling hiftories, &c. His falary, he tells a friend in one of his letters, for compiling an hiftorical review of the tranfactions of Europe, and correcting the prefs, was half-a-guinea a-week. He wrote verfes with great facility, and fold his manufacture at so much per hundred to Cave, the proprietor of the Gentleman's Magazine. Mr. Nichols infinuates, that Cave wanted to have the commodity delivered in by what is called the long bundred, fix fcore to the hundred. Cave was a very honest man, and probably that, curious as it was, was their bargain. Boyce was the fon of an eminent and much refpected diffenting minister of Dublin.

His DEITY, a poem,' was much approved.

ART.