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At eve, at morn, long years of happiest days,

Here had all joined in acts of householdpraise."

The ceremony of walking the parish bounds, supplies a more lively as well as novel theme of description, and "the visitation of the sick" furnishes something of that natural pathos which the subject could scarcely fail to suggest. Some imitations of Goldsmith, of Cowper, and, we think, of Crabbe, might be pointed out. The accen

ART. XLI. The Resurrection; a Poem. Pleasures of Love.

IF the excellence of a poem were to be decided by the smoothness of its versification, " "The Resurrection," would be not an improper subject of praise: but as sense is required in poetry no less than sound, and as modern criticism pronounces nothing good which is not intelligble, "The Resurrection" must, we fear, be classed amongst the ranting wordy nonsense of the day, and condemned to the shelf, on which we have already placed the "Pleasures of Love," (Ann. Rev. Vol. IV. p. 591.) Let our readers judge of the fairness of our

decision.

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tuation of fanatic on the first syllable, and the use of the term herd, for shepherd, would sufficiently have pointed out this writer for a Scotchman, without the lines, in which, speaking of the benefits of education to the peasantry, he owns his national partiality with an honest pride. On the whole, however good this production may be as exhortation, we apprehend its success, as poetry, will scarcely be such as to induce its author to avow himself.

By JOHN STEWART, Esq. Author of the 12mo. pp. 253.

Who metes the seasons, reins the maddning winds,

Guides every orb, and every ocean binds!

From everlasting who alone art God, Successive times unfolding at thy Thou bad'st the lustres of redemption roll,

nod!

That sun of hope, on man's benighted soul,

Join'd life with death, assumed the livid form,

And wed Immortal! with Corruption's

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ART. XLII. The Universe; a philosophical Poem; intended to restrain the Pride of Man, and to exalt the Wisdom and Goodness of the Creator. By HENRY BAKER, F.R. S. F.S. A. With Additions and explanatory Notes, by A. CROCKER. Foolscap, pp. 61.

"First Mercury, amidst full tides of light,

Rolls next the Sun, through his small circle bright.

pure:

All that dwell there, must be refin'd and
Bodies like our's such ardor can't endure:
Our earth would blaze beneath so fierce a

ray,

And all its marble mountains melt away.

Fair Venus, next, fulfils her larger

round,

With softer beams, and milder glory

crown'd.

Friend to mankind, she glitters from a

far,

Now the bright ev'ning, now the morning

star.

More distant still, our Earth comes

rolling on,

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And forms a wider circle round the sun:
With her the Moon, companion ever dear!
Her course attending through the shining

year.

See Mars, alone, runs his appointed

race,

THIS poem was a juvenile performance of the late Henry Baker, advantageously known to the public by his work on the use and construction of the microscope, and his history of the polype. Its design is fully set forth in the titlepage; of its execution, which is highly respectable, we shall afford a specimen. The labours of Mr. Crocker we cannot appreciate very highly. The argument for the wisdom and goodness of the Creator, afforded by the constitution of the Universe, derives no augmentation of strength from the addition of a few more particulars, similar to others already known: the mention. of the newly discovered planets, for instance, cannot increase the admiration which the contemplation of the heavenly bodies was previously fitted to inspire, and the. lines in which the editor of this work has attempted to describe them, are so decidedly inferior to those of Mr. Baker, that we cannot but smile at his presumption. Still it may gratify some readers to see a system of the world augmented by the fatest discoveries, and such is the general merit of the piece, that it is but justice to recommend it to the attention of our youthful readers, in whose minds it is calculated to excite many sublime and novel ideas, whilst it warms the bosom with a spirit of true devotion. The versification of Mr. Baker is of the good old school, that of Dryden and Prior. Though somewhat negligent, it has in parts a force and freedom, which the followers of Pope have vainly endeavoured to unite with their more regular harmony. The lines of Mr. Crocker In path elliptic, Juno wings her way, are no where distinguished from the And feebly sheds on us her silver ray; original ones, except by the styleHer length of days (as yet to us unknown) and the subject, as in our extract. By future observations, will be shown.

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Four smaller bodies of the planet kind.-
Beyond the orb of Mars behold we find
The first, though last reveal'd to human
Is Vesta call'd; of feeble, dusky light;
sight,
Whose bulk and distance are to us un-
known,

Nor have her revolutions yet been shown.

Still farther off (with telescopic eye)
The late discovered Ceres we descry:
Of size minute, and various in her hue,
Sometimes a red, at others, white or blue.

See Pallas, gliding on in annual round,
The minimus of planet stars, is found:
Of size so small, as well as feeble light,
No wonder she so long escap'd our sight.

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A Seatonian Prize Poem.

Whether he treads the sultry shores that pine

Betwixt red Cancer and the burning

ART. XLIII. The Shipwreck of St. Paul. By the Rev. CHARLES JAMES HOARE, A. M. Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and Vicar of Blandford-Forum in the County of Dorset. 4to. pp. 18. THIS is a very respectable poem of the kind; the style is correct and elegant, the verse harmonious and flowing. The subject, in itself a striking one, is judiciously treated. The transition at the conclusion to later apostles of the heathens is happy and striking.

"And thou, dread Providence! whose

awful name

Extends through all eternity the same;
To farthest ages kind alike to all,

The God of Jacob, and the God of Paul;
Still now, e'en now, thy mystic love un-
• fold,

And guard thy saints, as thou didst guard of old.

But chief for him each dark event dispose, Whate'er his name, and all thyself disclose,

Who fir'd with holy love, at thy command, Greatly obedient, tempts some distant land,

To sound thy truth, the message of the sky,

And give u bought what worlds could never buy!

Where'er he roams, whate'er sequester'd spot

Holds his rude couch, or hides his turfclad cot;

Line;

Or where the solid wave forgets to roar
Round Greenland's coasts, or frozen La-
O beam, celestial! with thy brightest
brador;

ray,

And light him lonely on his devious way !
Still round his path with tenderest care as-

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ART. XLIV. Original Poems, intended for the Use of Young Persons. By Mrs. R CHARDSON, Widow of the late Joseph Richardson, Esq. M. P. Foolscap. pp.

132.

THESE pieces are designed as a kind of sequel to the "moral songs" of the late Dr. Isaac Watts, and aim at inculcating feelings of devotion and principles of virtue. There cannot be a greater error than to imagine, that every body is competent to the task of writing for children. To amuse, and at the same time instruct, an intelligent child, and be it observed that you cannot instruct effectually unless you amuse it, is no easy task. The books that children read over and over, which take hold of their memories, and influence their minds,

are never the work of feeble and common-place writers; to rouse, to interest, to impress, whether man or boy, is the sublime privilege of · genius alone. Children do not know how to name or to define the qualities which displease them; but never shall a proser gain their willing and delighted ear. Therefore the poems before us will not we apprehend become favourites, but their harmlessness may very probably render them acceptable, and in some degree useful to parents and instructors.

ART. XLV. Poems, by MARY LEADBEATER, (late Shackleton) to which is prefixed ker Translation of the Thirteenth Book of the Eneid; with the Latin Original, wriften in the Fifteenth Century, by Maffeus. 8vo. pp. 420.

MAFFEUS Vegius, a Latin poet of the fifteenth century, deeming in his wisdom the plan of the Eneid incomplete, had the courage or presumption to attempt a continuation of it, forming a thirteenth book, which terminates with the exalta. tion of Æneas by the intercession of Venus to the heavenly regions, Its argument is briefly this. On the death of Turnus, the Latins and Rutulians, struck with dismay, threw down their arms, and sue for peace, which is granted by Eneas. The victors offer sacrifices and thanksgivings to various deities, from which even Juno herself, at length reconciled to their destiny, is not excluded. Aneas on this occasion addresses his son, and next his troops, in suitable speeches. The Rutulians on the other hand lament their defeat and the fall of their chief, and Latinus moralizes on the changes of human life, and deplores the calamities which have befallen his old age. The body of Turnus is sent to Ardea to receive the rites of sepulture, which city, at the mo

ment of the fatal battle, which terminated the life of its prince, was involved in flames, whether from the mere pleasure of the gods, or as an omen of disaster, the poet professes his ignorance. A bird, however, was seen to arise from the midst of the flames, which has perpetuated the name of Ardea. Daunus receives the body of his son with lamentations. Latinus sends an embassy to Æneas, and Drances, the orator of the Æneid, addresses the Trojan here, and invites him to visit the Latin city. Eneas accepts the offers of the embassy, he enters Laurentium, and is received by Latinus, when professions of friendship are exchanged. The Latians rejoice in the return of peace, and the nuptials of Encas and Lavinia are celebrated with splendour and festivity. On the death of Latinus, the Latian sceptre is transferred to Eneas, with whose apotheosis, after a short but prosperous reign, the poem closes. Unnecessary and impertinent as this supplement is, it is not however in

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Ev'n in that hour of fate the flames as-
pire,

And wrap his Ardea's stately walls in fire.
Columns of ruddy smoke invade the sky,
And high in air the whirling cinders fly:
The falling roofs with hideous crash re-

sound,

Safety is fled, and danger stalks around.
Whether the Gods decreed this dire event,
Or whether fate prophetic warning sent,
By this dread sign, of Turnus' overthrow,
His stately city lies in ashes low,
With terror, anguish, and amazement
fill'd,

And the dread waste with streaming eyes
beheld.

The sons of Ardea shunn'd the horrid sight,

And trembling matrons urg'd their speedy flight."

The smaller poems of this volume are numerous. They display much readiness and some skill, with many traces of a good heart and right feelings. At the same time we must not conceal, that they are unequal, and sometimes not free from incorrectness. Many of them relate to events which are chiefly of domestic interest.

ART. XLVI. Translations, Imitations, and other Poems. By the IIon. Capt. HERBERT, of the Royal Navy. Foolscap. pp. 149.

THESE are pieces of moderate merit. The translations are usually faithful to the sense of the originals, but not quite so to their spirit. Seven of Ovid's heroic epistles lead the way. In these we remark some false quantities, so glaring, that it is astonishing any person capable of reading Latin could be sufficiently ignorant of prosody to commit them. We have Rhodope, Canace, Briseis, and Iûlus. Several vulgarisms also occur, and some grammatical errors. The translations from Catullus are much worse; nothing of the ease and suavity of that tender writer is discernible through the uncouth dress he is forced by Captain Herbert to assume. Of the original poems we transcribe one, which has more no

velty than grace. A penitent daughter would scarcely address to an angry father such an "argumentum ad hominem." Sigismonda indeed uses a somewhat similar one against Tancred; but she was no penitent.

« Oh! spare me, father, say not 60,

Nor thus enhance my crime;
No end shall then repentance know,

No pardon gain by time.
Say thou, who 'neath that sacred garb
A holy mind dost bear,
In calm religion quite absorb'd

Was always such thy care?
Ere age with calming voice had taught
Forbearance' rigid theme,
Say, was thy soul by reason brought

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To shun each flatt'ring gleani?
Oh say, did ne'er thy panting heart
With dang'rous passion beat,

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