Druidical Remains in Anglesey. XIII. Llangolen; this ftands as frontispiece to the defcriptive poem bearing that title. The following lines may be regarded as a juft tribute to the merits of the humble architect of Pont-y-prid: the lofty bridge Of Palmyrene. Great architect! illum'd Shall fpare (long may he spare !) th' unrival'd arch.' Is. 6d. Art. 48. The Infant Vifion of Shakspeare; an Apostrophe to the Immortal Bard, and other Poems. By Mr. Harrifon. 4to. Harrison, Paternoster-row. 1794. Although this compliment to the genius and memory of Shakspeare cannot add to the fame of the Prince of English poets, it will give reputation to the author; of whofe poetic turn and taste it is a promifing fpecimen. There is confiderable merit alfo in fome of the fmaller poems annexed to the Vision which ranks as the principal perform ance. Art. 49. Two State Papers: with a Preface, by a Whig, and a Commentary, by a Tory. 12mo. 6d. Owen, 1794 A burlesque vertion of Citizen Harrison's famous Letter to Mr.Grey, and of Barrere's fill more famous Report to the Convention, respecting the great Victory obtained, on the memorable first of June, by the French fleet over that of England under the command of Lord Howe, The verfes feem to have been intended in imitation of the celebrated letters from "Simpkin the Second to his Dear Brother in Wales:" but Simpkin is not out-Simpkin'd in the prefent performance. The author, like Janus, wears two faces; he is, however, really the TORY, while he pretends to be a WHIG: and he is very fevere indeed on the Liberty Boys-whether French or English, -writers or fighters,-legiflators or preachers. Art. 50. The Hero. A Poetical Epiftle. Refpectfully addreffed to The ingenious felf-taught architect had the mortification to fee his first bridge, of three arches, carried away by a violent flood. His fecond effort, on the plan of a fingle arch, was frustrated in a fomewhat fimilar manner; yet, not daunted, he made a third attempt, and completely fucceeded. Monthly Review, vol. lxi. p. 11. From From the exuberance of unappropriate praife here lavished on an Excellent individual, we might fuppofe that the author had studied the art of panegyric under fome French journalist. We tranfcribe page 1, • When Virtues great alike in War and Peace Outvie the mighty tales of ROME and GREECE; When, from the fatal forfeit freed, we find, * Bye and bye com.es * Purfue, Great Chief! the omen, and be more And hark! again, thy BRITAIN's other pride, And foon fhall HECTOR feek proud TROY's devoted walls.' Highly favour'd by the Mufe is he who unites the characters of a good poet and a good prophet! Art. 51. War. War. A Poem. 4to, PP. 54. 25. Johnfon. 1794. Immur'd within their habitations calm, As though kings held the fceptre of man's fate, • Could men those scenes of mifery review, Where 1 Where late the fatal tragic fight was won: The mournful cries, the dolorous complaints, On those who first feduced them from their homes, 'Gainft fome more profperous and envied flate; Art. 52. Three Pindaric Ejays. Fitzwalter, the Birth of Democracy, pp. 22. It might probably be difficult for a philofophical critic to affign a good reafon for many of Pindar's apparent eccentricities, and to thew that they tend to illuftrate his fubject, or are connected by effential affociations with his theme: it might be difficult to prove the aptnefs of many of his complex epithets and daring tropes, and to evince that they have any higher propriety in their respective fituations than would belong to many other words of equal length and equal novelty but it would be utterly impoffible to affign a rational motive for the fine epithets, fine phrafes, fine images, and fine perfonifications huttled together in the poetical cornucopia now before us. We The whole is perfectly in the fpirit of the modern English ode. fhall copy a stanza from each poem: which will connect fully as well as if we had tranfcribed without interruption. Why Difcord trembled then thy languid wing? Alas, thy hell-born influence droop'd-thy fubject legion fled, And lo, thro' night burfts fwift a dazzling ray, And as before her fteps their wreaths they fling, In her fad cries, they heard a fecret found, While Satan, 'midst his feftive mirth, Félt fore alarms: He shook his maffy lance and dread deftru&ive frown'd. His dang'rous mistress banish'd to the earth.' Yon ivy'd tower, lo, they rend, And join the frighten'd fcreech-owl's woeful fcream. And as they ftrike dire notes upon th' Avernian lute, Art. 53. The Volunteer Laureate or Fall of Peter Pindar. Containing Odes to Lord Howe, Mr. Pitt, and the Swinish Multitude, By Archilochus, Jun. 4to. pp. 26. Eaton. 1794. Of the fpirit and powers of this would-be Archilochus, a fhort extract will give an adequate idea: "When mad Philofophy's deftructive lore Taught France to hate what Europe fhould adore; All which circumstances, especially the timely difplay of Mr. Burke's dagger, have very much tended to preferve the internal harmony of this country.' Errat. pro ride lege rode.' An infignificant town on the coaft of the Mediterranean-lately evacuated by the English, on account of its extreme unimportance.' At At home John Bull exults with loud applause, Art. 54. Netley Abbey, an Operatic Farce, in Two Acts. As per formed at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden. Written by Mr. Pearce, Author of Hartford Bridge, &c. 8vo. 15. Long man. The title, Netley Abbey,' is derived from a part of the scenery, here exhibited, being laid at and near that noble piece of ruins. Some Jack-tar humour is introduced with good effect; and an Irish barber also contributes to render this farce fomething more than tolerable which is all that we usually require in compofitions of this clafs.-The following detail of an engagement between two frigates, the one English, the other French, as given by Gunnel an Heartof oak failor, if not too plenteously over-charg'd, will afford fome entertainment to fuch of our readers as are acquainted with fea terms: Gunnel. Why d'ye fee, it was blowing ftrong, and we were loping of it-forecastle under, in Portland Road, when a fail hove in fight in the offing, ftanding right over from Cherbourg-We faw with half an eye fhe was an enemy's cruizer, ftemming right for us; better fhe cou'dn't come! we turn'd the hands up, and drew the fplice off the best bower. • Oakland. Best bower! what is all this about? M'Scrape. O whack! leave him to himself. • Gunnel. Mounfeer twigg'd us; and not liking the cut of our gib, hove in stays-all hands make fail! away flew the cable, end for end; and before you'd fay peas, we had her under double reef'd top fails, and top-gallant fails. M'Scrape. Well faid, little Oakhum! Gunnel, Away we fcudded! but no fooner had we opened the Bill, ftanding thro' the tail of the Race, than, by the holy, I thought she'd a-tip't all nine-pigs and live lumber were all afloat in the lee fcuppers! Oakland. Pigs and live lumber? M'Scrape. Ay, ay-get on, little one; its as fmooth as day. Gunnel. Damn the inch did we ftart: but fprung our loff, gave her a 'Mudians reef, bowfed in the lee-guns, and found the'd jult as much canvas as fhe cou'd ftagger under-The chace was a head with a clean rap full. M'Scrape. O bravo! well, and what then? Gunnel. My eyes, how the walk'd! licking whole green feas in, at the weather chefs tree, and canting it over the lee-yard-arm! but we overhaul'd her, and flood well up under our canvas: while Jacky Frenchman was crabbing to it-nigh on his beam ends; and about feven bells, began playing at long bowls, with his ftern chafers-fteering damn'd wild. Oakland. Seven bells and long bowls!. • M'Scrape. O nothing cou'd be better-get on, my tight fellow, Gunnel. Steering damn'd wild !-While old Trufty, our quarter. mafter, as good a helmíman as ever took spoke in hand, kept feady, Ready! |