Thall now add the following particulars, from another advertisement, by the Editor, as it ftands prefixed to the book:

As this book, notwithstanding the inaccuracies of the first edition †, met with a favourable reception from the world; we thought it a duty incumbent upon us, not only to clear it of typographical errors, but alfo to render it fill more worthy of public regard by the following improvements; viz.

1. By revifing and correcting the language throughout, fo far as was confiftent with the resolution of preferving the book the fame.

2. By rectifying the mistakes which our author had committed in reJation both to facts and infcriptions, and adding explanatory notes, where they were thought neceffary.

3. By inferting a new and correct map of the island, instead of that sidiculous, imaginary one, that difgraced the former edition.

4. By continuing the catalogues of members of parliament, &c. to the prefent time. And by feveral other important additions.

For most of these improvements the public is indebted to the late ingenious Mr. Lewis Morris ; whofe work, entitled Celtic Remains, whenever it is published, will exhibit a noble and curious fpecimen of his great abilities and knowledge of antiquity.'

Dr. Owen, of Crutched Friers, London.

The firft edition, printed at Dublin A. D. 1723, for want of fome proper person to revife the sheets, came out very incorrect. The author died before it was published.

Superintendant of his Majefty's mines, and author of the Survey of the Coaft of Wales.

Art. 22. A Complaint on the Part of the Hon. Thomas Hervey, concerning an undue Proceeding against him at Court: fet forth in a Letter to her Royal Highness the Princefs of Brunswick. 8vo. 6d. Printed for the Author.

Accufes the great lady to whom this letter is addreffed, of injuftice and cruelty, with regard to fome reprefentations made to his Majesty, in confequence of which Mr. Hervey was deprived of his penfions. The Author alfo complains moft grievouЛly to her Royal Highnefs, of his own lady's ill-behaviour: but with what propriety he addrefies this remonftrance to the princefs of Brunswick, we know net. If Mr. Hervey has been injured in his circumftances, and even cuckolded into the bargain, what is all that to her R. H. or, indeed, to the public? Art. 23. A Letter to the Proprietors of Eaft-India Stock. 4to. 6d. Wilkie.

The Author extols the fuccessful conduct of Lord Clive, in the EaftIndies; and pleads for an immediate increase of the company's dividend, from 6 to 10 per cent. but if his judgment, in regard to the subject on which he writes, be no clearer than his ftyle, we apprehend his advice will not be much attended to.

Art. 24. A Letter to the Proprietors of Eaft India Stock, from John Johnstone, Efq; late one of the Council at Calcutta. 8vo. IS. Nicoll.

Relates to the administration of the company's affairs in Bengal. This tract is given gratis to the proprietors; whole attention it feems highly ⚫ to merit.

Art. 25. An Account of Eaft-Florida. With Remarks on its fu ture importance to Trade and Commerce. 8vo. 2s. Woodfall.

Mr. William Stork, the Author of this account, appears, from his dedicat on *, and his introductory difcourfe, to have acquired, by ac tual refidence in the country he defcribes, a perfonal knowlege thereof, fufficient to enable him to give his readers a juft and fatisfactory idea of this fettlement. According to his reprefentation, Eaft-Florida is a country, in all refpc&ts greatly fuperior to the wellern province of the fame name; and may, when duly fettled, deferve to be numbered among our moit valuable colonies.

To the Marquis of Rockingham. Art. 26. Remarks on the Life of Reginald Pole. By Edward Stone, Clerk, A. M. and late Fellow of Wadham-College, Oxford. The 2d. Edit. revifed, corrected, and enlarged. 8vo. 3s. 6d. Oxford, printed by Jackfon; and fold by Fletcher. Sold alfo by J. Fletcher in London.

Thefe Remarks appeared firft in a London daily news-paper, entitled The Public Ledger; in a feries of letters: and they are now collected into a volume, with improvements, by the Author. Mr. Stone is a fenfible writer, and might have been more regarded, as the champion and defender of the proteftant reformation from popery, in opposition to Mr. Phillips, had it not been for the larger and more elaborate per formances of Mr. Ridley and Dr. Neve: of both which we have given fome account, in our late Reviews.

POETICAL.

Art. 27. Poems on various Occafions. By Robert Scott. Small Burnet.

8vo. 2s. 6d.

Mr. Scott has no right to be difpleafed with us, if we declare that we felect the following as one of the best poems in his collection: viz.

The COBLER.

Why should the mufe in high ambitious verse
Sing the ftern warrior, and the bloody plain?

Why not the praife of induftry rehearíe,

Its heart-felt pleasure, and laborious pain?
In a fmall corner of yon narrow lane
An humble habitation may you fee;

Its lonely window boasts no chrystal pane :

O free from taxes may it ever be!

Afk you who dwells within? why then ftep in and fee,

There lives a lowly wight, unknown to fame,

Of doubtless merit, howe'er obfcure;

That artist fly, whom we a Cobler name,
For ever chearful, and for ever poor.
Far from the precincts of his peaceful door
Vexatious riches fly, and wafting forrow;
To day is his; that he enjoys fecure ;

And to the care of heaven commits to-morrow:

Nor aught has he to lend, nor aught can think to borrow.

This line is fo printed in Mr. Scott's book; and its lameness may

not be the Author's fault.

He

He with the dawning of the early morn,
What time the loud-pip'd cock unceasing crows,
Brifk as the hunter at the founding horn,
Starts up in haile, and to his cell he goes:
Mid the keen piercing air his vifage glows.
Is there no brandy then at my command ?
Ah! fpare, ye biting frofts, his helpless toes;
Nor mar the ufeful labours of his hand,
Elfe muft my naked feet unwilling print the fand.
He rubs his hands a while, and down he fits;
The thread is twin'd; the wax along it flies;
Then to the last the patient fhoe he fits,
And the fharp awl right cunningly he plies.
Meanwhile he liftens to the tuneful cries
Of falt, of cabbage, or of fish to fell;
Or elfe fome merry fong doth he devife,
Which ftories quaint of ancient times doth tell';
Or whistles as he works, pleas'd and contented well.
Ye reftlefs imps, that run about the street,
Run without fear; 'tis needlefs to give o'er :
Mifs to the fire may freely fet her feet;
Mother may scold; and what can fhe do more?
Whate'er is loft, the cobler can restore;
Be it a heel, or should a seam be flit,

Or fhould a hole, burnt out, appear before,
There is an art, which even that hole can fit:
Cobling's that worthy art: I fing the praise of it.

'Tis night; I fee his dimly-glim'ring lamp;
Like a faint ftar which through the fog doth fhine,
Its fickly flames opprefs'd with vapour's damp,
Its beams fcarce reaching this abode of mine:
By it he fits, nor yet doth he repine-
What deft thou mean, thou rash mischievous boy?
Lay down that ftone; that wicked wit of thine,
Be gone with fpeed, and fomewhere else employ:
Let honeft industry in peace itself enjoy.

But now the labour of the day is done;
Nor without half-pence is his leathern purse :
O fweet reward of toil! how fairly won!
However little, got without a curfe.
So home he hies him, freely to difburfe
The earnings of the day in ale fo brown;

He thanks kind heaven that made his lot no worfe;
Then takes his drink, and lays him foftly down;

Nor wants a loving wife, his honeft joys to crown.

We would advise the Author, if he follicits the mufe any more, to confine his petitions entirely to fuch moderate favours as thefe. Art. 28. Happiness, a poetical Effay. By Mr. Meen, of Emanuel College, Cambridge. 4to. Is. Johnson.

On perufing the first part of this poem we found Mr. Meen fo very unentertaining, fo very trite and fpiritlefs, that we determined to advife him to write no more;-but the latter part entirely altered our opinion

of his fpirit and abilities :- for he concludes his Effay on Happines
with a lively description of an amour he had with one of that goddess's
handmaids- -The frene where this happened is described; and first
we find fome pendant willows remarkable for their gratitude :
-- The pendant willow way'd it's head,

Imbrown'd with foliage, and rustled thanks
To the foft zephyr's breeze.-

Next the Author tells us (what has the merit of the furprising or extra ordinary) that he could not fee the murmurs of the fea :

The fea's remoteft murmurs charm'd unfein

My ravish'd ear

Then he proceeds to a building; his defcription of which may be called the double-refined, or the myfterious:

The ample pile look'd folitude

That quicken'd dread within.

Though urg'd by ftrong impulfe,' he is a long time, he fays, before he enters; this being effected,

on each fide,

To right and left, two ifles perplex'd and dark,

Winded with ferpent maze.

Now which way to turn? for to make the reader acquainted with that circumstance is abfolutely neceffary:

Turn'd

1 to the left

Which, as it happened, was very lucky, for in this dark walk to the left

a fair virgin-form

Advanc'd flow-moving

This damfel, it feems, was very pretty, and her dress was chofen to advantage, for fo gloomy a place,

Rob'd in pureft white,

Her looks were love..

The manner in which the pick'd up our poet is not unpleasant :
Here as I pafs'd delighted, with soft touch

My pliant hand the rais'd, and filent led
With eafy grace, ftrait to that other ifle

My ftep nought-ling'ring-for methought we pafs'd
Through pure expanfe of joy..

However, this joy was a little abated by fome apprehenfions

Whither might tend this fiendly guidance, or

What iffue ciofe the feene..

What the flue was, or whether it is yet come to light, remains a myflery.

Art. 29. The Library; an Epifle from a Bookfeller to a Gentleman, bis Cuflomer, defiring him to discharge his Bill. 4to. Marth.

1 S.

If the gentleman who is here defired to discharge his bill, has been at the pains of reading his bookfeller's rhymes, he ought to have a receipt in full for his trouble. We feem to live in an age when the retailers of every kind of ware afpire to be the original manufacturers, and particularly in literature.- -Bookfellers turn authors; actors become poets ;

and fidlers write operas,

Art. 30. A Rattle for Grown Children; containing Odes, Cantatas, Medleys, Songs, and Catches. By Young D'Urfey. Small 8vo. 2s. Bladon.

St. Giles's wit, for choice fpirits; Bacchanalian humour, for boozing companions; alehoufe-fun, for jolly dogs: chiefly made up in the conftant ftrain of paltry quibbles, forced conceits, and miferable puns ¿→→ fuch, however, as feldom fail to fet the tavern-table in a roar.

Art. 31. The Bookfellers; a Poem. 4to. is. 6d. Dell. A wretched, rhyming lift of bookfellers in London and Westminster, with filly commendations of fome, and ftupid abuse of others. Art. 32. Rhapsodies, a Poem, Book I. 4to. 2s. 6d. Printed for the Author. Sold by Nicoll.

If the most extravagant incoherencies, the wildest inconfiftencies, and the idleft impertinence, can entitle any collection of rhymes to the name of Rhapfodies, this poem is rightly called. But we forbear to enlarge on the merits of this production, as our difapprobation of it may be (erroneously) ascribed in fome measure to resentment of his wretched abuse of the critics.

Art. 33. The Tears of Twickenham, a Poem. 4to. 1s. White, We have often obferved that fubjects of a private nature are too uninterefting for the attention of the public; and fuch is altogether the cafe of this poem. One is forry to hear that a worthy man fhould lofe a profitable place through ministerial caprice, or a change of intereft; but thefe are things that happen very frequently, and there is hardly a village in the neighbourhood of London that has not as much reafon to weep as Twickenham. The poetry is well enough.

Art. 34. Beauty, a poetical Ejay, in Three Parts.

Becket and Co.

4to. IS.

The Author of this poem feems to be a young writer, whofe ideas are expreffed as they burft upon him, and are not yet brought under the command of talle, or judgment. Some of his verfes are pretty :

Who, ftretch'd upon the green hill's breezy brow,

Can fee the various landscape spread below;
The village fpire-the wreathing fmoke afcend,
The forest wave,, the thymy downs extend,
The fhining river roll it's filver ftream
Thro' woods impervious to the folar beam,
Or 'midst the meads in fmooth meanders glide,
While bending oziers ftoop to kifs the tide,
Till in th' horizon, faintly ting'd with blue,
The distant mountains clofe the pleafing view,
And not in every tint of Nature's hand,

See beauty's form and own her mild command ?

If this Gentleman will be advised by us, to defer for fame years the publication of his poetic effufions, we are perfuaded that we shall re

ceive his thanks.

Art 35. Songs of Mafonry. By William Wyld. 8vo. 6d, No Bookfeller's Name.

Thefe are fome of the best fongs we have feen relating to free-mafonry. They were compofed with the laudable view of preferving and

promoting