The first fix verfes afford a fpecimen both of the poem and the notes, which will fufficiently determine the merit of both:

Father Omnipotent! whofe nod fupreme
Awaken'd Chaos from his fluggish dream!
Thou! who didft tune with harmony divine
The spheres celestial, and didft bid to shine
Sun, moon, and ftars! O harmonize a bard,

Whofe pow'rs are languid, and whofe task is hard.

NOTE. "We cannot but be of opinion, without the leaft adulation, (which we hope to approve ourselves above in the following ftrictures,) that this exordium is great, folemn, and truly poetical. It fomewhat resembles Milton's invocation in the first book of his Paradife I oft.

"That poet has alfo fomething fimilar to it elsewhere; and, afterwards, does not fcruple to call upon Urania, one of the pagan deities, to infpire him."

This Poet alfo, without fcruple, joins the Almighty, and feraphs, with pagan deities:

We fwear, fays he, to celebrate all who fell at Minden:

Would the Almighty deign

To hear his fuppliant, nor to hear in vain.
Seraphs affent; Euterpé tends the string;
Thalia fmiles; Clio vouchfafes her wing;
Mnemofyné, from high Parnaffus mount;
The graces, fportive round the facred fount;
All, all have ta'en their nurfling by the hand,

And gently touch'd him with their magic wand.

This, as to the mixture of paganifin with revelation, is a much nearer imitation of Milton than the exordium, yet of this the annotators take no notice.

They have alfo neglected to remark, that though Swinney has adopted Milton's perfonification of Chaos, yet, to affert his prerogative as an original writer, he has totally differed from him in the characteristics of that imaginary being. Milton reprefents him as " holding eternal anarchy, amidst the noife of endlefs wars, and fubfifting by confufion." Swinney, as in a state of torpid inactivity; fleeping with fuch a native propenfity to reft, in mind as well as body, that his very dreams are fluggish.

There is a qualification which the Spectator fomewhere calls a modeft affurance; this muft certainly be a compound of affurance and modefty. Dr. Swinney feems to have put in his claim to both; in the paffage just quoted we fee his affurance. He tells us, that he is the nurfling of the mufes and the graces, that they have taken him by the hand, and communicated to him a portion of their divine energy and cafe by a magic touch.'

Immediately afterward,

He grieves that no indignant bard
Hath foap'd his pinions, and hath nobly dar'd
To fnatch the fubject from a humbler mufe.

This was certainly intended as a teftimony of his modefty; but his modefty and affurance are not mixed, they do not concur to produce one fentiment; these paffages can no more coalefce than oil and wa

ter;

ter; for if he is an inferior poet whom not only the mufes but the graces infpire, what is it that gives fuperiority?

Dr. Swinney, indeed, whoever he has invoked, feems to have been wholly under the influence of pagan deities, for he represents thunder as levelled against the gospel, in defence of which nobody stood up but the king of Prufia:

Juftice bids us fing

Of dubious faith, of ftudied disrespect,.
Of Fruflia, treated with a cold neglect;
He! that alone ftood up.within the gap
And refcued gospel, from a thunder-clap.

Fetter things might have been expected from a Chriftian divine, who feems however to be as ignorant of the Old Testament, as he is negligent of the New. He reprefents David after having put off Saul's armour, as killing, not a fingle giant called Goliath, but ten thousand men with a fling and a fone. I he whole paffage is curious..

Thus when the Lord's annointed did invest
The ruddy David with a warrior's veft,
Laf'd on his gauntlets, and vouchfaf'd t' enfold
His callow limbs in armour, bas'd with gold;
Th' unwieldy mafs away the tripling ba'd,
And dropt the weapon which he had not prov'd;
Devoutly trufting in the Lord alone

He flew ten thousand with a fling and ftone.

But it is now time we should acquaint our Readers that, except in the title page, there is not one fyliable concerning the battle of Minden in this publication. It relates no military action but the affair of Berghen, in which the hero of the poem, Prince Ferdinand, was beaten : with refpect to public events it it less than a Gazette in rhime, yet in other refpects it is more, it gives an account of the Author's pulling three Frenchmen from a hay-loft by the heels, and of his attendance upon a black trumpeter that died for love. The hiftory of this trumpeter, and of his unhappy paffion, as it forms a kind of epifode, may be detached from this work without lofing any of its beauty or force; it is only neceffary to premife that the Author folicited the permillion of Count de Gondola, bishop of Paderburn, to marry the trumpeter to his inamorata, but without fuccefs:

Or ere he march'd, Euphrenus tends the call
Of hapless Ofmin's fwift approaching fall.
He, peerless Trumpet! woo'd a Germain maid,
By Bishops, Priefts, and Confeffors betray'd.
Remonftrances (by mild Euphrenus) were
With fcorn rejected, and a taunting fneer.
"Shall a Scribe's daughter, and a Cath'lic, wed
And take an Heretic unto her bed ?"

As the fond fhepherd tends his dying lamb,
Or, weeping, hovers o'er its mournful dam;
So Mogodore her dying fon deplores :
(For inftinct foft'neth fympathetic Moors.)
She, tawney beauty! from Jamaica came;
Through Maryland was fpread his father's fame.

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There the fow-gelder's art and trade he learn'd,
And by his bugle-horn a living earn'd.
This high defcent more flatter'd Creolus,
Than thee, Mifenus, thine from Eolus.
Euphrenus draws the tape-ty'd curtain close,
And to the foot of Ofmin's flock-bed goes.
His eyes blanch upward, and a difmal groan
Proclaims the bignefs of his inward moan.
His hairs, like ftained feathers, (fad reverse !)
Pluck'd from an oftrich tail, to grace an hearfe,
Hang dangling down, and his convulfing heart
Is fhatter'd, pierc'd, and torn, by Cupid's dart.
Mercilefs tyrant, could not Europe's race
Suffice to glut thee, and thy triumphs grace?
Muft Africans, alike, thy tortures feel,
And fall dread victims to thy ruthlefs fteel?
Three trumpets, with a fhrill, yet folemn, tone,
Slowly refound to Mogodora's moan.
The brazen kettle-drums, with folemn found,
Precede the corps unto an hallow'd ground.
Eight foldiers bear it; twelve bring up the rear,
Prefent, and fire three vollies o'er the bier.

Feft, Ofmin, reft! well shall thy fuff'rings here

Smoothe thy fleet paffage to the heav'nly phere.

Upon this epifode, furely, no critical remarks can be expected. Upon the whole, this performance, without the cuts promifed, printed only on one fide, the other being referved for notes, which might all be printed in 6 of the 37 pages left for them, is one of the moft fhameful impofitions we have ever seen. It is, befide, a mere rhapfod of incongruous images, and barbarous language, without order or connection, poetry or sense.

H, Art. 26. Elegy written at Amwell, in Herefordshire. MDCCLXIX. 4to. Printed by Dryden Leach, for the author *.

We have lately met with feveral very pleafing productions, in this fweet and melancholy waik of poetry; for which the reader may turn to the volumes of our Review for the two or three laft years.

We will not say that there is more of poetry in this elegy, than in Lord Lyttelton's vionody, or of paffion than in Shaw's +, or of the harmony of numbers, than in the verfes written at Sandgate Castle †, but there is in it that beautiful ftrain of genuine fimplicity, which is nature's trucit elegance.

The affecting occurrence which produced this poetic effufion of tenderness, is communicated to the Reader in the following ftanzas: after a fhort introduction, in which the Poet defcribes his favourite plan of private life, his fequeftered and peaceful fituation, and his happy connection with the fair partner of his rural retirement:

Foe to the futile manners of the proud,

He chose an humble Virgin for his own:
A mind with nature's fairelt gifts endow'd;
And pure as vernal blossoms newly blown;
Not advertifed for fale.

+ See Review for Nov. 1768.

Ditto, Dec, 1768.

Her

Her hand fhe gave, and with it gave her heart,
Her fond, fond faithful fympathizing breaft;
Free without folly, prudent without art;

With wit accomplish'd, and with virtue bleft:
Swift pafs'd the hours; alas, to pass no more!
Flown like the light clouds of a fummer's day!
One beauteous pledge, the beauteous confort bore,
The fatal gift forbad the giver's stay.

Ere twice the fun perform'd his annual round,

In one fad spot where kindred afhes lie,'

O'er Wife, and Child, and Parents, clos'd the ground;
The final home of man ordain'd to die.

The lofs of fo much excellence and innocence is pathetically deplored in the following extremely tender, yet animated strains:

-My thoughts rov'd frantic round,

No hope, no with, beneath the fun remain'd;
Earth, air, and fkies, one difmal profpect frown'd:
One pale, dead, dreary blank with horror ftain'd.
O lovely flow'r, too fair for this rude clime!
O lovely morn, too prodigal of light!
O tranfient beauties, blaftod in their prime!
O tranfient glories, funk in fudden night!

Sweet Excellence, by all who knew thee mourn'd;
Where is that blooming form my foul admir'd?
With native artless modefty adorn'd:

With pity, meekness, charity inspir'd.

The face with rapture view'd, I view no more,
The voice with rapture heard, no more I hear :
Yet the lov'd features Mem'ry's eyes explore;

Yet the lov'd accents fall on Mem'ry's ear.

Should the Author's anguish of mind permit him ever to revise this bittle piece, and give it any farther polish and finishing, we should be glad to fee, in a fecond edition, that the last line but one hath undergone the file:

To virtue's path our vague fteps to controul.

The public was, a few years ago, obliged to the mufe of Amwell, for Elegies Defcriptive and Moral.' See Review, vol. xxiii. p. 68. Art. 27. Original Poems on feveral Occafions. By C. R. 4to. 5 s. fewed. Harris. 1769.

The fair Author of these poems is undoubtedly a woman of sense; for there is nothing very filly in her whole collection. She writes a pretty jong.

Art. 28. Poemata, Au&tore Oxon. nuper Alumno. 12mo.

Bathurst. 1:69.

L.

I s. 6d.

Thefe Latin poems are mostly translations, from fome of our best English poets; but they are unfaithful in the worst sense of the word; for they not only fail, very often, to give us the beauties of the original, but they even change the ideas. Thus that picturesque line in the Church-yard Elegy,

The

The plowman homeward plods his weary way,

is rendered by

Lata domum fecit veftigia feffus arator.
This is faying quite another thing. And of that fine line,
Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne,
no notice is taken.

Useless epithets are often introduced to fill up the verse:
Non venatoris anheli

Finitimis læté vox repetita jugis.

Anheli would not have made its entrance here, had it not confifted of one fhort fyllable and two long ones.

Nor is the Author more correct in his original poems. Thus he talks of feeing the cries of children:

Aft ego jam video rixas, variofque tumultus,
Infantumque fonos,

L.

The collection concludes with a puerile poem on the birth of the Prince of Wales, which was juftly refufed a place in the Oxford poems on that occafion. Art. 29. Temora, Liber primus, Verfibus Latinis expreffus. Auctore Roberto Macfarlan, A. M. 4to. 1 S. Becket. 1769.

There is fomething in the genius and ftyle of Offian's poetry fo very different from the fubdued fpirit and unadventurous manner of the Roman claffics, particularly the chafter claffic poets, that Mr. Macfarlan has, certainly, no very easy task in this verfion of Temora: for to fucceed in his attempt, it is neceffary that he should unite the native ease and perfpicuity of Virgil with the fire of Lucan and the luxuriance of Claudian. How he has thus far fucceeded, the following description of the Evening and of a Celtic Spectre will give our Readers fome idea:

Occidui folis jam fumma cacumina Dora
Luce rubefcebant; cæpit defcendere vefper
Umbrifer, et ventis crepitabat fylva Temore.
Hefperiis tandem nubes exfurgit ab undis,
Stellaque præfulgens extrema defpicit ora:
Cum, nigrante polo, fubito caput exferit umbra,
Ac mihi fpectanti folo fua membra videnda
Præbet, ut ingenti paffu levis Ethera tranat
Collibus alternis veftigia grandia ponens.
In latere apparet Clypeus jeu Luna laborans,
Informique manu truncatam concutit haftam.
Ductor erat Semides; habitumque ac ora gerebat
Agnovi latos humeros vultufque ferenos:
Ille fed in proprio vanefcens flamine tranfit,
Atque mihi tenebras et pectus trifte relinquit.

This poem is intended as a fpecimen of a Latin tranflation of all the poems of Offian, which will be published by fubfcription, with Mr. Macpherson's notes.

Art. 30. The melancholy Student, A Poem.

L.

Written at Queen's

College, Oxford, in the Year 1765. 4to. 6d. Rivington. This little piece, which is written in ftanzas of four verfes, each confifting of ten fyllables, deplores the Writer's great weakness of body, and dejection of mind: it was written during a lingering illness, when the

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