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books, written by the ancients, as stitute no justification ; they must the moderns ; but the art of print- be considered abstractedly, for the ing being unknown, and conse- republick of letters is not a state quently the multiplication and pre- of moral probation. Bloomfield, servation of books being attended Phillis Wheatly, and many others with great trouble and expense, in humble life, have attracted some such as were of little intrinsick attention by their writings, not bevalue, were not transcribed, copies cause they are excellent, but beof them were not increased, and cause they are extraordinary ; as they consequently soon perished Dr. Johnson observed that dogs, by the depredations of time.” by art and labour taught to dance,

Since books are so excessively are noticed, not because they dance multiplied, it is our duty to des- with ease and grace, but because troy useless, unnecessary, and per- they dance at all. Sound intellect nicious productions, as the ancient and real erudition ought to exempt Grecians exposed their most puny from the lash of severe criticism and imbecile offspring to perish. those who intrude their works on Therefore the office of a reviewer the publick ; for in the literary is, in the republick of letters, as commonwealth there is no hospitbeneficial and necessary, though al for the reception of mendicant as odious and unpleasant, as that vagabonds, no Bedlam for insanity of an executioner in the civil state. and frenzy, no Magdalen for imThey are the porters at the gates punity and defilement, and no Lazof the temple of Fame, and should aretto for lame and hobbling authbe as blind and inexorable as Jus- ors. Therefore a large portion of tice, which,“ in its punishments, the multitude of publications are rather seems to submit to a neces- at their birth ripe for extinction ; sity, than to make a choice.” and may be sentenced, as Clarence

Authors who, by plausible pro- in his troubled dream fancied he fessions and false pretensions, de- was addressed by an angry spirit, fraud the publick of money, dissi- “ Seize him, Furier, take him to pate valuable time, and insidiously your tormente." rifle them of their good principles, are enemies of their kind, and merit the thong of chastisement and MATRIMONY is rarely contractthe knout of criticism; and he ed but by chance. Hence partthat undertakes the task of analyz- ners, widely differing in qualities ing their works, displaying their of mind, fortune, and situation in beauties, and exposing their wick- life, frequently form a jarring and ed arts, confers a favour on the discordant union. Many who atpublick. Harmless and obscure tempt to obey the precept “almis writers, in their prefaces frequently adjungere vites," at length discover supplicate the candour of readers, that it is not the vine which they by observing that their hasty pro- have wedded to the elm, but the ductions will not injure, if they do deadly ivy,which destroys whatever not benefit mankind. But volun- it embraces. « Ut hedera serpens tary trifling with the publick is vires arboreas necat." criminal; and lenity to the former Some Benedicks, who by chance is cruelty to the latter. In esti- have crept along to thirty without mating the merit or demerit of lit- forming a domestick alliance, decrary productions, the motives and termine to take vengeance on tarcircumstances of the author con- dy Fortune, and bravely forswear

CELIBACY.

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all thoughts of matrimony. But facility of Horace's poetaster, and
nature will recur; and bright eyes receive as many sesterces for each
and alluring smiles will operate on verse, as Virgil's patron presented
them, as the genial rays of the ris, him, still a worldly wife would
ing sun on the cold and marble soon dissipate their wealth in the
statue of Memnon, causing it to circles of gaiety and fashion.
send forth sounds of sweet mu-
sick.* We need not despair of a

ALLITERATION.
man as an unchangeable bachelor, Those who are fond of “ apt
till we observe him in his solitary alliteration's artful aid,” may be
rambles muttering and talking to amused by the following lines on
bimself; then he manifests Cardinal Wolsey.
troubled mind and disordered fan- Begot by butchers, but by bishops bred,
cy, like the maniack hermit, How high his honour holds his haughty

head. At times, alas ! not in his perfect mind! Ancient authors frequently use Holds dialogues with his lov'd brother's

several successive words, comghost.

mencing with the same letter; It is a remarkable fact, that whether by chance or design is many of the brightest luminaries uncertain. They never manifest of literature have spent their lives such an affectation and ambition in cold and cheerless celibacy. for alliteration as many of the mods Pope, Goldsmith, Locke, Pitt,

erns have displayed. Tacitus, in Voltaire, Erasmus, and many oth- describing the manners of the Gerers, were bachelors.

Swift was

man women, obseryes, * Prima merely a Platonist in love. Dr. pars pectoris patet.” Johnson was indeed married ; but during the life of his “ dear Tetty"

MOTHERS. he seems not to have been very The education and discipline of warmly attached to her ; his af- the minds of children are more in fection was rather posthumous. the power of the mother, than of The most exquisite literary pro- the father. The former has, or ductions have been the effects of ought to have, her young children exertions to relieve their authors constantly under her eye, and can from distressing poverty, want, rouse their curiosity, cherish their and necessity. The mind rarely mild and benevolent affections, and makes great efforts, but to satisfy instruct their minds. Cowley, the cravings of the body. Wives Cumberland, and Sir William are not among the necessaries of Jones, when they had become emlife ; therefore they chose not to inent and distinguished, confess. become bound to encounter the ed that their best powers were cares of the domestick state, and strengthened, and their finest feelto exchange the tranquillity of ings cherished by maternal care, midnight meditation for the bitter- vigilance, and anxiety. The biogness of curtain lectures. They rapher of Agricola, in relating the esteemed it less expensive and discipline of his early years, remore delightful, to be wedded to specting Julia Porcilla, his mothe nine Muses, than to one mor. ther, “ in hujus sinu indulgentiatal wise of flesh and blood. For, que educatus, per omnem hones, if they could write verses with the tarum artium cultuin pueritiam

adolescentiamqlie transegit.” * Memnonis saxea effigies, ubi radiis solis icta est, vocalem sonum reddcns. Tacit. Annal.2.61.

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To the Author of the Silva, Num- teous hospitality ; steals a silver ber 11.

goblet from their generous host, In looking over the Anthology gives it to the avaricious wretch for the last year I observed in the that treats them with sullen inciSilva for January, that some gen. vīlity. The fifth day they meet a tleman has discovered so great a

merchant at the close of the evenresemblance in the story of Par-ing, as they approach a town; and nell's Hermit to that of the Her- on his asking them the way to a mit in the 18th chapter of Vol- town, “ the young man puts him taire's Zadig, as to induce him to

in a clear contrary way.” The suppose (and not unreasonably) merchant was loaded with money, that one of these two writers must and by the “ misguiding” of the in this instance have borrowed from young man escaped both robbery the other. In fact, he has given

and assassination. Howel's letters to one of them a title, which both

were first published in 1645, and might have deserved; for one, I some of them were written as early believe, has not been more guilty

as 1618. of plagiarism, than the other. The story is much more. ancient, than

A RIDDLE, BY COWPER. either of these writers ; perhaps indeed its first author may have ex. I am just two and two, I am warm, I

am cold, isted earlier than the author to And the parent of numbers that cannot whom I have seen it attributed. be told. In a letter of the once popular, and I am lawful, unlawful—a duty, a fault, indeed celebrated Howel to the I am often sold dear, good for nothing marquis of Hartford, he speaks of an extraordinary boon, and a matter of

when bought, what he styles “ an excellent pas

course, sage, which a noble, speculative And yielded with pleasure when taken knight (Sir P. Herbert) hath in his by force. late conceptions to his son ; how a holy anchorite being in a wilder

SOLUTION ness, among other contemplations I gave my love the other day he fell to admire the method of A riddle to explain ; Providence, how out of causes, And having read it o'er and o’er, which seem bad to us, he produ

She could not tell the name. ceth oftentimes good effects'; how Then on the fair I cast a glance, he suffers virtuous, loyal, and relig. I slily prest her rosy lips,

And gather'd resolution ; ious men to be oppressed, and oth- And stole the true solution. ers to prosper." The old hermit, transported with these ideas, meets

ANOTHER. ? with 's a goodly young man," and "Tis not alone for love to solve travels with him for a few days.

Thy riddle's magick charm ; The young man, in Sir P. Her Ask the fond mother bending o'er bert's story, throws a person into That infant on her circling arm : the river, whom they meet with on Glowing with extacy divine, a narrow bridge, strangles the on

She clasps it to her throbbing breast;

And solves the riddle o’er and o'er, ly child of the gentleman who re

As kisses on its lips she prest. ceives them with the most cour

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

For the Anthology.

WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF. ARTHUR M. WALTLR, ESQ:

Ostendunt terris hunc tantum fata, neque ultri
Esse sinunt. Nimium vobis Romana propago
Visa potens, superi, propria hæc si dona fuisscnt. Virg.

Vereor ne negligentius vivam.Cic.
IF from the aching bosom of a friend,
Which recent wounds still bleeding sorrows rend,
Might strains of artful melody resound,
And faithfully define his woe profound ;
O Walter, I would dwell upon thy name,
My soul should oft thy hymned memorial frame.
Yet, though the fulness of my burdened heart
Strains most unequal to thy worth impart,
Thou knowest my claim to lead the sorrowing throng,
Though skill nor genius aid my humble song :
The friendly love, thou living didst not spurn,
May pour the lay, though artless, o'er thy urn.

O memory, then, one healing pause dispense,
A needful respite from my pains intense ;
And my peculiar sorrows so beguile,
As e'en my friendship were forgot the while :
But draw around me all the shadowy train
Of arts and virtues, that his death complain ;
Calmly their several griefs let me relate,
With tearless eye each sad bereavement state.

Science, 'tis thine to mourn thy favourite dead :-
With sable hangings be thy temple spread ;
And in the cypress grove's most dim retreat,
That bounds thy Academe, thy votaries meet.
Who now among thy wandering sons shall stand,
Thy sacred laurel in his gifted hand,
And bid them hope, the faithless world again
Shall love thy rites, and crowd thy honoured fane -
And bid them rear thy altar, and believe,
Thy worship shall degenerate man retrieve ?
Whilst they, as erst from out the mystick shrine
'Mid Delphick shades, shall hear thy voice divine.

Oh, he was nurst to love thee and revere !
And thou didst smile bis youthful vows to hear :
As if, like him, the wisest of our race,
Heaven moved to ask each highest gift of grace,
Thy love had bade him, by thy altar's side,
Claim each best boon, por fear to be denied.

He knew, that science did from heaven descend,
And therefore judged, that she was virtue's friend ;
Nor doubted, so his moral creed had charged,
The soul grows better, as the mind's cnlarged.

Struck with her charms, that bade his heart disclaim Each mean attachment, each ignoble aim,

From the loud throng, that sordid passions sway,
In early life he took bis separate way,
To trace her out beside her fountain springs,
And there commune concerning highest things.
Thus, while her power and glories he surveyed,
Each varied excellence his mind essayed :
Hence ber cause his, zeal continuai burned,
And hence each low inglorious toil he spurned,
To spread her soft dominion o'er mankind,
The worthy bias of his godlike mind.

How fitted was he for the high employ,
Witness in early youth his ardent joy,
When called to trace the steep and lengthened maze,
That leads where truth her purest light displays.
How promptly to the intercourse rehned
Of each famed sage, that has adorned mankind,
Ancient or modern, were his steps impelled,
As with congenial inspiration filled.
Well pleased the patriarch's heaven-taught ways t explore,
Nor less informed in evangelick lore ;
Each sacred maxim while his life pursued,
That source sublime his eloquence imbued.
Tully, at once the orator and sage,
Could he forego thy all instructive page ?
Or while the human heart's unfathomed ways,
Its wiles untold can intrest or amaze,
Could, Tacitus, thy angry genius fail
To guide hin through each gloomy-faithful tale ?
Nor less the rowings of the Grecian lyre
Tempered with Attick sweets his Roman fire.
Ali, but for minds like his, how wrapt in dust
Each virtue of the ancient wise and just !
How lost those annals, that were meant to raise
From errors' depths e'en these abandon'd days !

Was it, that, frequent in communion high
With souls of men long past into the sky,
His more ethereal parts, that still aspired
Panting to follow, where those friends retired,
At length gained power to burst their bands of clay,
And prematurely sought the realms of day?
Sure on that hour my earthly eyes were dimmed,
Struck with the rays from opening heaven that streamed ;
Or I had seen, as near thy couch I stood,
The track of light thy fellow spirits trod.
Say, oh my heart, if near the scene allowed,
Where calm beneath him sunk the roseate cloud,
Had angels stopt their harps, that he might hear
Ere quite translated, what had been thy prayer ?
Oh, thou wouldst ne'er, in sight of bliss divine,
Him thou so lovedst to mortal scenes confine :---
E'en though he fail to tell his earthly friends,
He left them not, till sure of vast ainends ;
Until permitted by the Almighty will
To hover o'er and be their guardian still.

Next, oh my country, in the weeping train

Thy genius mourns along the darkened plain. VOL IV. No. 2

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