To free the flave, the wild to tame,
Queen of the Spheres, next Mufic came:-
Her ftrains can every care controul,

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every

And waft to heaven the liftening foul;
foft affection move,
And tune the amorous pulfe to love:
Now chafte and rapturous joys infpire,
Pure as the vestal's facred fire;

Now loud and dreadful fwell the ftrong alarms,
Foment the thirst of blood, the glorious rage of arms.

Next came the power, in whom conjoin'd
Their different excellence is fhewn;
Yet fweetly blended, and combin'd
With charms peculiarly her own.
Beneath the great Creator's eye,
'Twas the with azure spread the fky;
And, when Creation first had birth,
In happiest hues array'd the earth;
Still varying in each varied scene,
Bedeck'd the fmiling meads with green,
Blush'd in the flower, and ting'd the fruit,
More lovely still as more minute;
O'er every part the veil of beauty catt,

In heavenly colours bright, thro' numerous years to laft.

Hers is the glowing bold defign,
The juft and leffening perfpective,
The beauties of the waving line,
And all the pencil's power can give.
'Tis true-the Bard's harmonious tongue
May draw the landscape bright and strong;
Defcribe the dreadful fcenes of war,
The crefted helm, the rattling car;
The generous thirst of praife infpire,
And kindle virtue's facred fire:
Yet ftill may Painting's glowing hand
An equal share of praife command;
In every province claim her mingled part,

The wondering fenfe to charm, or moralize the heart."

K.

Letter to Courtney Melmoth, Efq; occafioned by his Apology for the Life and Writings of David Hume, Efq; &c. By a Country Curate, 12mo. Is. Richardfon and Urquhart.

There is fomething fo fecure in confiftency, that, whenever it is departed from, we lay ourfelves open on every fide to reproach.

proach. This feems to have been the cafe with Mr. Melmoth, at leaft fuch is the appearance, which our Country Curate hath laid hold of, to manifeft his own orthodoxy, and to reprobate the religious pretenfions of Mr. M. The Apology for the Life of Mr. Hume, of which we gave our opinion in a former Review, followed, it feems, too clofely on the heels of the fublime and beautiful of Scripture, another publication of Mr. M.'s: the one exhibiting this author as an advocate for the facred writings; the other bespeaking him a friend to the caufe of infidelity.-There is doubtlefs a great appearance of inconsistency in all this, if Mr. M. be really the writer of the Apology* but before our Country Curate took upon him to be fo fevere on this gentleman on that account, he should have remembered that the Comment on the Scriptures was written many years ago, while the author was a candidate for holy orders. He may poffibly have entered into very different orders fince; and, tho' that denote his apoftacy, it fkreens him from the charge of inconfiftency.-Not that we take any part with apoftate parfons, tho' we think then, after all, rather more refpectable than hypocritical ones. We beg Mr. Melmoth's pardon, however, as well as that of our Country Curate, for this freedom of expreffion, if it be inapplicable to either. We fhould do the latter injuftice, alfo, did not we confefs that he hath been fometimes very juftly fevere, in his animadverfions on the flirting (if we may fo term it) reflections he has unneceffarily caft on the higher ranks of fociety, as well as on the characters of fome refpectable individuals, in his Apology.

"You have very feverely and unjustly handled our modern nobility, by animadverting fo boldly on the contemptible ignorance of the most part of them. It would be a happy circumftance if they were all ignorant of Hume's dangerous philofophy. Ignorance in that respect would be fuperior to knowledge.

"Many of the nobility, all must allow, fhamefully neglect the cultivation of their mind. But had you in the least confidered right, you would not have been fo fevere, in your determination of a matter, which now, I must plainly tell you, your judgment is incapable of de ciding. Many of noble birth have fhone, and do now shine, in the lite rary world.

"You, Sir, again contemptuoufly fay that the "modern great "(who are but too commonly the leaft of all God's little atoms) must "be amongst the worst judges of literary merit." I hope, that, fince you have degraded the nobility, as ufelefs members of Society, you don't defign to fit in the critical chair. To be sure, you have a deal of

Of which, however, we have only anonymous and unfupported in formation.

vanity and affurance, elfe you would have treated great folks with more civility.

"A contempt of the great is generally affected. A man who hath courted their favour, and found his affiduity repaid with indifference, hath in felf-defence recourfe to a pretended indifference or an arrogant abufe. Noble patrons have been from the earliest ages enrolled in the lift of the learned. Beneath their favour the finest blossoms of genius have been fostered.

"But contempt or neglect like "the tyrannous breathing of the North" hath probably "checkt your buds from blowing." Thrown out of their circle as you are, and discountenanced by their frowns, you are left to take your fear among those authors, who turn criticks out of fpire, and abuse their betters from difappointment.

"From your exceptions of " a Bolingbroke and a Shaftesbury," in your very fhort catalogue, may not I conclude what is the drift of your mind? Such as their principles were refpecting religion, fuch are your's. This prefent work of your's is a plain proof that you have imbibed their principles. Any perfon may eafily find out your ironical fcoffs against chriftians."

On what grounds it is, that our Country Curate charges Mr. Melmoth home fo clofely and perfonally, we know not. He doubtless knows him intimately, or he would have been lefs direct in fo fevere a charge. We do not think it altogether fair, however, to decry any man's talents merely because he may happen to mifapply or abuse them. Mr. M. may, for aught we know, be converted, from a critical admirer of the fublime and beautiful cf fcripture, into an admirer of the morals and even the principles of a fceptic; nay, for aught we know, he may be converted by fo fhining an example, into as great an infidel as Mr. Hume himfelf; but we fhould think ourselves as much authorized to depreciate the genius and talents of that great metaphyfician, for fuch a reafon, as we should to decry thofe of Mr. M. "Give the devil

himself his due," he does not want abilities; at the fame time there is many a pious and orthodox chriftian, who, in point of genius, are very poor creatures. We think the following infinuation, therefore, unworthy both the cause and the character of a chriftian curate.

As you proceed, you have a quaint phrafe fuitable to your odd tafte. By adopting the great man's language, namely, "to keep the "poor devil of an author from starving." You little thought it, I fuppofte, applicable to yourfelf in one reipect. Provided you were only to live by your literary merit, I believe you would make many a fcanty meal. Then you would be put to your fhitt to "jog the el"bow of the public" (as you finely exprefs it) in the beft manner you poffibly could. It is every one's intereft to make the best of a bad market"

Should

Should the fame severity of construction be ufed with this writer, it might be infinuated that he confults his own intereft as much, in paying court to the rich and great, as Mr. M. does in affecting to defpife them. To make the best of the bad market of a Country Curacy, the poor devil of a parson (to ufe the phrafeology of thefe writers) muft d'off his hat, and demean himself, with fomething more than Chriftian humility, to the patron of his parish, as well as to every bumpkin 'Squire in his neighbourhood,We fhall, therefore, take leave of this unimportant performance with, fubmitting the piece of advice its author gives to Mr. M. to our Country-Curate himself:.

"Tad cautor, was a wife faying of one of the Grecian fages; but it seems not to fall within the circle of your comprehenfion, or, it may be, you prudently paffed it by. For you condemn the futility of the performances of others, without confidering the deficiency of your own."

S.

A Tear of Gratitude, to the memory of the unfortunate Dr. Dodd. A Poem. 4to. 6d. Newberry.

As a fpecimen of this performance, apparently the production of a young, but promifing writer, our poetical readers will accept of the following extracts.

tho' compaffion fheds a heart-felt tear,
And nature feels the force of human ills,
Yet truth muft ftill prevail: Th' impartial mufe
Muft tell the fatal caufe of all his woes.

Pamper'd with ease, elated with fuccefs,
Too high he foar'd; O had he never foar'd
From virtue's fight; nor, dazzled by the glare,
Deceitful glare, of Luxury and fhew,

Sinn'd "'gainst his better knowledge, not deceiv'd!"
Ere now perhaps poffefs'd of all he fought,
Of every with poffefs'd, he bright had hone
The church's glory and the people's pride.
But, fad reverfe beyond the bounds emerg'd
Of careful prudence, plung'd beneath the wave
Of heedlefs diffipation and expence ;

In one fad hour (O deed for ever mourn'd!)
He drew the fatal bond-the bond of death!
Where were ye then, ye guardian fpirits, where
Ye tutelary powers that fhield the juft?
Ah juft no more! from God and truth eftrang'd,
The hapless preacher fell! Almighty wrath

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To a revolted heart confign'd him o'er,
From God revolted and his righteous ways,
For when, enflav'd by luxury, vain man
Forgets the fource of every blifs enjoy'd,

Aud thwarts his will, whofe laws are freedom's voice,
What wonder then, if Providence incens'd
Leave the mifguided wretch to search for good;
Vainly to fearch amidst the path lefs tracts
Of human wisdom, and refign him o'er
To his own heart a prey, left in his turn,
Left by that guide he flighted, left by God!".
"Behold! ye vain luxurious, here behold,
An awful warning offer'd to your view.
Let the ftill voice of confcience plead within
Not unregarded, and with awe receive
Her facred admonitions, Stem the tide,
Oppofe the torrent ere too late ye feel
Its force refittlefs, and are hurried on
Down the steep precipice of guilt to death;
To ignominious death: And while difinay'd
Ye read his fall, who once was virtue's pride;
Tremble, left Heaven offended give you o'er
To your own lufts, and leave you to abide
The rage of boisterous paffions unrestrain'd.
Be not deceiv'd: Far from the deadly haunts
Of pamper'd vice and gorgeous vanity,
Fair Honesty his fixt her blissful feat;
Nor will the heaven-born maid confent to dwell
Where feast the fans of riot and excess:
She feeks the bleft abode of calm content,
And leads her happy votaries gently on
Through flowery paths, to never-fading joys
The joys of virtue and of lafting fame."

The Works of John Locke. Eighth Edition, 4 vol. 4to. 51. bound. Rivington.

This new edition of the works of that eminent metaphyfician Mr. Locke, merits our notice, on account of the additions made to the collection of pieces, as well as that of the new anecdotes added to the memoirs of his life, and the critical account of his writings, annexed by the prefent editor.-The pieces added are,

1. A Letter to Mrs. Cockburn, fent with a prefent of books to that lady, on her being discovered to have written a Defence of his Effay, againft fome Remarks made upon it by Dr. T. Burnet; dated Dec, 30, 1702.

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2. A Let