Where o'er its surface wheels with restless speed How the swift shadow flies. The stream is pure Bends o'er its course and drinks the vital wave: Of INNOCENCE, and thou shalt find her there.' As lyric compositions are not the author's favourites, we shall say nothing of two Birth-day Odes, but proceed to a theme perfectly novel, the Botany-bay Eclogues. The sort of music, which the touch of genius can draw from this wild instrument, will appear from the following specimen ;—which, we presume, will move some concordant strings in every feeling heart: Time, Morning. Scene, the Shore*. Why stern Remembrance! must thine iron hand The joys which once were mine? even now I see The female convicts are frequently employed in collecting shells for the purpose of making lime,' Behold Behold the woodbine clasping its white walls Thy virtuous bosom, that thy shameless child Welcome ye savage lands, ye barbarous climes, From fickle Fortune! all her rankling shafts Welcome ye marshy heaths! ye pathless woods, Deepening in distance. Welcome ye rude climes, The crimes and comforts of luxurious life, Nature benignly gives to all enough, Denies to all a superfluity. What tho' the garb of infamy I wear, Tho' Tho' day by day along the echoing beach And lay me down at night to calm repose. Of brutal lust, while heaves the indignant heart The two subsequent eclogues are more in the humorous Stain: but the last, intitled Frederic, is exquisite and sublime misery. We think it superfluous to particularize all the remaining pieces, sonnets, odes, elegies, ballads, &c. on various topics, but mostly pensive or fanciful; scarcely any of them without strokes of pathos and warm touches of description, some of them irresistibly moving, and some strikingly picturesque. The volume concludes with a Hymn to the Penates, which, though less poetical than Akenside's Hymn to the Naiads, (whence the idea was obviously taken,) is more interesting to the heart, by pictures of life and feeling. The following passage will perhaps account for a cast of sentiment, which throws a sombre hue over most of the productions of this writer: Hear me ye PowERS benignant! there is one * And lovely as Apega's sculptured form, Like that false image caught his warm embrace One of the Ways and Means of the Tyrant Nabis. If one of his Subjects refused to lend him money, he commanded him to embrace his Apega; the statue of a beautiful Woman so formed as to clasp the victim to her breast, in which a pointed dagger was conosaled,' And And gored his open breast. The reptile race, His father's name; the world who injured him But love him, HOUSEHOLD GODS! for we were nurst In the same school.' It can scarcely be necessary for us, after the quotations which we have made, and the general view that we have given, formally to recommend this volume to the notice of our poeti cal readers, and its author to their esteem. Genius is a des potic power, and irresistibly commands homage. DE Ai. ART. XIV. The Bishop of Landaf's "Apology for the Bible" examined. In a Series of Letters addressed to that excellent Mạn. By A. Macleod. 12mo. pp. 288. 39. 6d. sewed. Crosby. 1796. EISTICAL writers rarely content themselves with consider ing Christianity in its simplest form; viewing it through the medium of its corruptions, they egregiously err in the ob ject of their attack, and often conclude themselves entitled to triumphal honours from their brethren, for exposing and confuting what many Christians have been as ready as themselves. to expose and confute. It must be confessed, indeed, that Theologians, in their defences of revelation, have led its adver saries into this error, by blending with the general argument their own schemes of doctrine. In the ardour of their zeal, they have attempted to prove more than the matter immediately at issue required; while the infidel, not reflecting that Christianity may be true, and yet their representation of it be false, has exhibited certain doctrines as invalidating the adduced evidence. This imprudence on the one hand, and incorrect mode of argumentation on the other, ought as much as possible to be suppressed in a question of such vast and universal importance as that which is at present under discussion. Deists ought to know that a belief in the truth of revealed religion does not, of necessity, include a belief in the absolute inspiration and purity of the books which compose the Bible, nor in the doctrines of the Deity of Christ, the miraculous conception, original sin, and atonement. Though some Christians insist on these points as articles of faith, there are others who openly disavow them, and yet are strenuous advocates for revelation. The truth of these doctrines is not the real matter of debate. The question ought to be, "Is Christianity probable and and credible on any scheme; or, is there any view or representation of it, on which it may be maintained to be entitled to acceptance?" We were induced to hope, from the commencement of Mr. Macleod's strictures on the Bishop of Landaff's "Apology for the Bible," that he was prepared to meet and discuss the question in this simple and unincumbered shape; for he tells us, in his second page, that he writes more with a view to receive instruction, than from a wish to discredit revelation, or to lessen the influence of religious duty.' We were concerned to perceive, however, as he proceeded, that he eagerly catches at every slight and flimzy pretext to bring revelation into discredit, and seems to consider Deism (to use his own words) as sallying forth with lustre' in his letters, while he is employing the weakest arguments to invalidate the testimony and authority of the Scriptures. He professes much respect for the character and abilities of the Bishop of Landaff (Dr. Watson), but he will not allow that there is any thing in his Lordship's Apology for the Bible that can satisfactorily recommend revealed religion. Indeed, if we admit his comments, we must wonder that wise and good men should attempt to recommend that work. Mr. M. however, in attempting to expose the Bible, exposes his own ignorance; and, under the semblance of a profound inquirer, he evinces the man of superficial research. What must we say to a reasoner who would condemn the history of the Bible as a fable, because Cain is said to have had a wife?" which he asserts to be an impossibility according to the Mosaiac account, as from this it does not appear that Eve bore any female children; when, had he only turned to Genesis v. 4. he would have found that Adam begat daughters as well as sons, though their number and names are not given. What, again, shall we say to an infidel who is so very eager to make objections, as to assert, in his comment on the first verse of the first chapter of Genesis, that it was impoffible to create the earth" without form and void?" Could Mr. M. be so very ignorant as to imagine that, supposing these terms were ever so incorrect, they could invalidate the Mosaiac account of the crea tion? The inn of the original Scriptures is better expressed by Ovid's rudis indigestaque moles, and is rendered by Dr. Geddes, in his new translation, "a desolate waste" but the words, as they stand in our present version, can only be misunderstood by an hypercritic who is resolved to seek after objections with "a microscopic eye." We may here remark that the records of the first ages of the world, on account of their conciseness, and of the then state |