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amount to 2000 or 3000 men; whereas, by other accounts, it fell short of 1000 ; but he considers it impossible to arrive at accuracy on this head. The official document states the killed and wounded of his majesty's troops at 310.
The dangers and distresses which Charles underwent after his defeat at Culloden, were severe and trying in the extreme. Few of the sons of princes have experienced greater mortifications. He appears, however, to have borne his situation with a spirit worthy of the long line of monarchs whose blood flowed in his veins : and with a firmness, that would have ennobled a better cause. In whatever light, a just view of the political interests, and a genuine regard for the civil and religious rights of our native country, together with a rooted detestation of the tyrannical conduct of the Stuarts, while seated on the throne, may compel us to view this rebellion, the common feelings of humanity force us to sympathize with the unsuccessful prince. The attachment and fidelity of his northern friends was renarkable. Though the country wherein he was supposed to hide himself, was, in a manner, surrounded and searched in every correr by the soldiery ; though an immense reward was offered for his person ; no one, who had the power to betray him, was awed or allured into treachery. If our limits permitted, we should extract from the appendix the accounts given of some of his most singular lurking places, as well as Miss Flora Macdonald's narrative of the romantic, but effe&tual services she rendered him; services which outstrip the creations of the warmest fancy.
This book is rendered more valuable, by good plates of the three battles of Preston, Falkirk, and Culloden ; by a map of Scotland; and an engraving (by Fittler,) from a bust of Charles Edward Stuart, (the pretender) executed in Paris by Le Moine, in the year 1749, and now in the possession of Gcorge Chalmers Esquire.
Without any intention of withholding an atom of just praise froin the respectable author, we fear many will consider his history, after all, as rather a dry work. His view of the causes which led to the rebellion, and of the state of Scotland immediately preceding very
circumscribed. The same observation applies to his account of the termination of it. He stops short, as to the measures adopted for its complete suppression. He favours his reader with few philosophical reflections, or general views of so interesting an event ; in which too he had acted a part. His sole aim seems to have been to give a correct and authentic narrative of events; and so far, he is certainly entitled to praise.
It is the very reverse of our wishes, to snatch a laurel from the wreath that adorns the brows of the conqueror, in the cause of the British constitution : yet we cannot exactly discern the reasons which have induced Mr. Home to observe a profound silence upon certain severities (inflicted under the direction of the commander in chief,) after gaining the decisive battle of Culloden.
We should subjoin, that Mr. Home's work is dedicated to His Majesty. A Ballade, wrotten on the Feastynge and Merrimentes of Easter
Maunday, laste paste, whereinn is dysplayed, the Noble Prince's comynge to sayde Revelerie att Mansyonne-Howse ; as allso the dudgeon of Masterr Mayre and Sherrives, togeder with other straunge drolleries enactedd thereupponn. By Paul Persius, a learnedd Clerke, and Monke of the Broderhoode of the Blacke Fryers, London. London, 1802.
This contemptible imitation of the Rowleian style, we suspect, from its ignorance, to be the production of a notorious literary forger: it lacks every thing but stupidity.
A grocere kind, Sir John hee was, .
Yn swete meates rare dealt hee,
And eke yn good bohee. *
2 Vols. 1802. This elegant little work is the production of a lady, who has contributed, by practical examples, and theoretical lessons, to improve and embellish the juvenile mind. If we are not misinformed, she formerly kept a boarding-school at Calais, but the troubles which pervaded that country, compelled her, with many thousands beside, to seek refuge and subsistence in this more happy kingdom. Here she has devoted her time and talents in composing five or six different works, all addressed to the juvenile world, and calculated to incul. cate lessons of duty, love, morality, and a desire of knowledge. The style is familiar and easy, and the whole seems to flow from the mind with ease and perspicuity. It is ornamented with a very beautiful plate from a design by her daughter. Picturesque Excursions in Devonshire and Cornwall. By 7. H.
Williams, of Plymouth, No. 2. In a former part of our miscellany we recommended the first Number of this work to our readers, and it is with peculiar pleasure
* This, among many, is one of the childish anachronisms when applied to the fou enth century.
we observe the great superiority of this, to the former specimen. This conduct of the artist induces us to hope he will proceed in the laudable plan he has adopted, and we also wish that public encouragement 1 ay amply reward his deserts. For when genius, perseverance, and judginent cumbine in an individual, who applies those invaluable qualifications in the production of a literary work, that person is surely entitled to the commendation of the critic, and the patronage of the connoisseur. This number of “ Picturesque Excursions" is embellished with ten plates, executed in the style of painters' etchings, and represent some of the grand, diversified, and picturesque scenery which characterizes the northern parts of Devonshire. The execution is free and spirited, the subjects are well chosen, and well composed, and the keeping is judiciously managed ; but still they are not faultless : the various fragments, and pieces of rock which abound in the valley of stones, are too uniform and round in their shapes, and the foliage is rather hard and harsh towards the extremities. We would also recominend the author to be more copicus in his descriptions of the scenes which he selects for the pencil to omit that extraneous chit-chat which many of our romancing tourists are fond of introducing on all occasions ;-thus making themselves the hero of a piece, and their walks and tours more like Novels, or Tales of Imagination, than what they profess to be. The work is printed in a handsome manner by Bensley, and is an elegant and very cheap performance. The author has properly determined to cancel the plates given in Number I. and substitute some of his own etchings in their place ; this is nobly done, and will at once mark his liberality and judgment, and be a severe and just reprehension of the professional artist whose name appears to the former plates. The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801.
Crown O&avo. PP. 495. Lon.lon, 1802. Since the first publication of works somewhat similar in plan to the present, nearly half a century has now elapsed. Whatever merit may be due to the first idea of such a repository undoubtedly belongs to France. It was not, however, till the year 1705, that a. volume of the kind appeared, worthy of preservation. In that year, the “ Alman: ck des Muses ” was first established; and it has been continued, sometimes with more, sometimes with less merit, down to the present period. For many years it was adorned by the names of V Italie, Gres:et, Dorat, Bernard, Colardeau, Leonard, De Lille, and other authors scarcely less distinguished, whose productions, though often morally reprehensible, always bore the stamp of genius. When the epoch of the revolution arrived, it was prostituted to the purposes of those who had a leading share in that revolution, and became a collection of miserable verses in praise of the most abandoned principles, and their abandoned propagators. For the last two or three years, it has been gradually recovering its ancient credit. The plan was next adopted in Germany : and two volumes are annually published in that country, which are edited by Schiller and Voss. In England, two volumes have appeared within the last three years, under the title of “ Annual Anthology," professedly in imitation of the French work; but, though conducted by a writer of distinguished poetic talent, they failed to attract such attention as might encourage their continuance.
“ The volume which is now submitted to the public,” says the Editor of the poetical register, “ is an enlargement, and, it is hoped, an improvement of the plan on which the Almanack des Muses is conducted. That work includes only poetry and criticism ; the first, nearly, if not all, original ; and the latter to a very limited extent. In the poetical register, it is purposed to include every subject connected with poetry.”
The comprehensiveness of the plan constitutes our only objection to the execution of the present volume, since it has led the ingenious editor to interweave a selection of ancient poetical flowers into his modern bouquet; and to reprint several pieces which were produced during the reigns of Elizabeth or James, in his repository of fugitive poetry for 1801. Such pieces, we are inclined to think, would have been transferred with more propriety, to Mr. Ellis's “ Specimens,
*** which are proceeding to a second edition. In the “ original poetry
we find many productions of superlative merit, and many names of the highest celebrity. There is an agreeable variety also in a miscellany of this kind, which can rarely be met with in any volume of poems composed by a single writer. The grave and the gay may resort to it with an equal assurance of receiving entertainment: nor will either have occasion to find fault with a caterer, whose well-tempered judgment has provided suitable dainties for every diversity of taste. We shall present our readers with three short extracts, where polished ingenuity, delicate fancy, and elevated feeling, are the prevailing excellencies.
See our Review Vol. XII. p. 171. et seq.
Advice to a friend,
BY MR. MAUNDE.
Gaze not, my friend, on Celia's eye,
Where thousand loves in ambush wait; Now, while thou can’st, the danger fly,
Nor dare, like me, to tempt thy fate.
Those charms I view'd in luckless hour,
Awe-struck, as Persians at the sun; My bosom own'd their instant pow'r,
I did but look, and was undone.
So through the air with winged force
And deadly aim the bullet flies;
The warrior feels it, and he dies.
Song of the Fairies to the Sea-Nymphs,
BY MISS SEWARD.
Hasten, and our morrice join,
Rising from the foamy wave,
Haste, or we must hence away,
At your bidding, from our feet
Haste, the dawn has streak'd the cloud,
See, the clouds of night retire,
Loiterers ! we must hence away,