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Thall now add the following particulars, from another advertisement, by the Editor *, as it stands 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 also to render it till more worthy of pablic regard by the following improvements; viz.

. 1. By revifing and correcting the language throughout, fo far as was consistent with the resolution of preserving ihe book the same.

• 2. By rectifving the mistakes which our author had committed in relation both to facts and inscriptions, and adding explanatory notes, where they were thought necessary.

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

4. By continuing the catalogues of member of parliament, &c. to the present time. And by several other important addicions.

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

Dr. Owen, of Crutched Friers, London, + The firfi edition, printed at Dublin A. D. 1723, for want of some proper person to revise the sheets, came out very incorrect. The author died before it was published.

Superintendant of his Majesty's mines, and author of the Survey of the Coast of Wales. Art. 22. A Complaint on the part of the Hon. Thomas Hervey,

concerning an undue Proceeding against him at Court : fut forth in a Letter to her Royal Highness the Princess of Brunswick. 8vo. 6d. Printed for the Author.

Accuses the great lady to whom this letter is addressed, of injustice and cruelty, with regard to some representations made to his Majesty, in consequence of which Mr. Hervey was deprived of his pensions. The Author also complains molt grievously to her Royal Highness, of his own lady's ill-behaviour :- but with what propriety he addresies this remonftrance to the princess of Brunswick, we know not. If Mr. Hervey has been injured in his circumstances, 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 East-India Stock. 4to.

6d. Wilkie. The Author extols the successful conduct of Lord Clive, in the East, Indies; 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 ityle, we apprehend his advice will not be much attended to. Art. 24. A Letter to the Proprietors of Eaf India Stock, from

John Johnstone, Esq; late one of the Council at Calcutta. 8vo.

IS. Nicoll. Relates to the administration of the company's affairs in Bengal. This trat is given gratis to the proprietors; whole attention it seems highly • 10 mcrit,

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Art. 25,

Art. 25. An Account of East-Florida. With Remarks on its fu

ture importance to Trade and Commerce. 8vo. 2s. Wood. fall.

Mr. William Stork, the Author of this account, appears, from bis dedicat on *, and his introductory discourse, to have acquired, by actual residence in the country he describes, a personal knowlege thereof, fufficient to enable him to give hi readers a jult and satisfactory idea of this settlement. According to his representation, Eap-Florida is a country, in all relpcets greatly iuperior to the wellern province of re same name; and may, when duly settled, deserve to be numbered among our molt 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. revised, corrected, and enlarged. 8vo. 35. 6d. Oxford, printed by Jackson ; and fold by Fletcher. Sold also by J. Fletcher in London.

These Remarks appeared fint in a London daily news-paper, entitled The Public Lediger; in a series of letters: and they are now collected into a volume, with improvements, by the Author, Mr. Stone is 3 sensible writer, and might have been more regarded, as the champion and defender of the protestant reformation from popery, in opposition to Mr. Phillips, had is not been for the larger and more elaborate performances of Mr. Ridley and Dr. Neve: of both which we have given some account, in our late Reviews.

POETICA L. Art. 27. Poems on various Occasions. By Robert Scott. Small


Burnet. Mr. Scott has no right to be displeased with us, if we declare that we selc&t the following as one of the best poems in his collection : viz.

Why should the muse in high ambitious verse
Sing the stern warrior, and the bloody plain?
Why not the praise of industry rehearse,
Its hcart-felt pleasure, and laborious pain?
In a small corner of yon narrow lane
An humble habitation may you fee;
Its lonely window boasts no chryftal pane :
O free from taxes may it ever be !
Ak you who dwells within ? why then step in and fee,

There lives a lowly wight, unknown to fame,
Of doubtless merit*, howe'er obscure ;
That artist lly, whom we a Cobler name,
For ever chearful, and for ever poor.
Far from the precincts of his peaceful door
Vexacious riches fly, and waiting 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 so printed in Mr. Scott's book; and its lameness may not be the Author's fauls,


2s. 6d.

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He with the dawning of the early morn,
What time the loud-pip'd cock unceasing crows,
Brisk as the hunter ai the founding horn,
Starts up in haile, and to his celi he goes :
Mid the keen piercing air his visage glows.
Is there no brandy then at my command ?
Ah! spare, ye biting frosts, his helpless toes ;
Nor mar the useful labours of his hand,
Else must 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 loe he fits;
And the sharp awl right cunningly he plies.
Meanwhile he listens to the tuneful cries
Of salt, of cabbage, or of fish to sell ;
Or else some merry song doth he devise,
Which fories quaint of ancient times doth tell ;
Or whistles as he works, pleas'd and con ented well.

Ye restless imps, that run about the street,
Run without fear ; 'ris needless to give o'er :
Miss to the fire may freely set her feet;
Mother may scold; and what can the do more?
Whate'er is lost, the cobler can restore ;
Be it a heel, or should a seam be slit,
Or should a hole, burnt out, appear before,
There is an art, which even that hole can fit:
Cobling's that worthy art: I sing the praise of it.

'Tis night; I see his dimly-glim’ring lampi
Like a faint star which through the fog doth Mine,
Its fickly flames oppress’d with vapour's damp,
Its beams scarce reaching this abode of mine :
By it he fits, nor yet doth he repine
What dost thou mean, thou ralh mischievous boy?
Lay down that stone; that wicked wit of thine,
Be gone with speed, and somewhere else employ:
Let honest industry in peace itself enjoy.

But now the labour of the day is done ;
Nor without half-pence is his leathern purse :
O sweet reward of toil! how fairly won !
However little, got without a curse.
So home he hies him, freely to disburse
The earnings of the day in ale fo brown ;
He thanks kind heaven that made his lot no worse;
Then takes his drink, and lays him softly down;

Nor wants a loving wife, his honest joys to crown.
We would advise the Author, if he follicits the muse any more, to
confine his petitions entirely to such moderate favours as these.
Art. 28. Happiness, a poetical Ejay. By Mr. Meen, of Ema-

nuel College, Cambridge. 4to. is. Johnson.
On perusing the first part of this poem we found Mr. Meen so very
unentertaining, so very trite and spiritless, that we determined to advise
him to write no more';—but the latter part entirely altered our cpinion
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of his spirit and abilities :- for he concludes his Efay-on Happinji with a lively description of an amour he had with one of that goddess's handmaids, The scene where this happened is described ; and firl we find some pendant willows remarkable for their gratitude :

The pendant willow way'd it's head,
Imbrown'd with foliage, and ruffled thanks

To the soft zephyr's breeze. Next the Author tells us (what has the merit of the surprising or extram ordinary) that he could not see the murmurs of the sea :

The sea's remoteft murmurs charm'd unfaix

My ravith'd ear Then he proceeds to a building; his description of which may be called the double-refined, or the myfierious :

T'he ample pile look'd folitude
That quicken'd dread within.
Though urg'd by strong impulse,' he is a long time, he says, before
he enters ; this being effected,

on each side,
To right and left, two illes perplex'd and dark,

Winded with ferpent maze. Now which way to turn ? for to make the reader acquainted with that circumstance is absolutely necessary :

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

a fair virgin-form Advanc'd flow-movingThis damsel, it seems, was very pretty, and her dress was chosen to advantage, for so gloomy a place,

Rou'd in pures white,
Her looks were love.-----
The manner in which she pick'd up our poct is not unpleasant :

Here as I pass'd delighted, with soft touch
My pliant hand the rais'd, and filent led
With easy grace, ftrait to that other ifle
My ftep nought-ling'ring-or methought we pass a

7 hrough pure expanse of joy.-
However, this joy was a little abiated by some apprehenfions

Wni her might tend this fiendly guidance, or

What if we chose the scene. What the islue was, or whether it is yet come to light, remains 3 mysiery. Art. 29. 'The Library; an Epistle from a Bookfeller to a Gentleman,

his Cufiomer, defiring him to discharge his Bill. 410. Marfh.

If the gentieman who is here desired to discharge his bill, has been at the pains of reading his bookseller's rhymes, he ought to have a receipt in full for his trouble. We seem to live in an age when the retailers of every kind of ware aspire to be the original manufacturers, and particuJarly in literature.- Booksellers turn authors; actors become poets ; and fidiers write operasę


Art. 30

Art. 30. A Rattle for Grown Children ; containing Odes, Cantatas,

Medleys, Songs, and Catches. By Young D'Urfey, Smali 8vo. 28. Bladon.

St. Giles's wit, for choice fpirits ; Bacchanalian humour, for boozing companions; ale house-fun, for jolly dogs: chiefly made up in the conftant strain of paltry quibbles, forced conceits, and miserable puns ; such, however, as seldom fail to set the tavern-table in a roar.

Art. 31, The Bookfellers ; a Poem. 4to. IS. 64. Dell. A wretched, rhyming list of booksellers in London and Weltminster, with filly commendations of some, and stupid abuse of others. Art. 32. Rhapsodies, a Poem, Book I. 40. 25. 6d.

25. 6. Printed for the Author. Sold by Nicoll. If the most extravagant incoherencies, the wildest inconsistencies, and the idleft impertinence, can entitle any collection of rhymes to the name of Rhapsodies, this poem is rightly called. But we forbear to enlarge on the merits of this production, as our disapprobation of it may be (er. roneously) ascribed in some measure to resentment of his wretched abuse of the critics. Art. 33. The Tears of Twickenham, a Poem. 4to. is. White,

We have often observed that subjects of a private nature are too uninteresting for the attention of the public; and such is altogether the caso of this poem. - One is sorry to hear that a worthy man should lose a profitable place through ministerial caprice, or a change of interest; but these are things that happen very frequently, and there is hardly a village in the neighbourhood of London that has not as much reason to weep as Twickenham. The poetry is well enough. Art. 34. Beauty, a poetical Ejay, in Three Parts. 410. Is.

Becket and Co. The Author of this poem seems to be a young writer, whose ideas are expressed as they burst upon him, and are not yet brought under the command of talte, or judgment. Some of his verses are pretty :

Who, ftretch'd upon the green hill's breezy brow,
Can see the various landscape spread below;
The village spire the wreathing smoke afcend,
The forest wave, the thymy downs extend,
The shining river roll it's silver stream
Thro'woods impervious to the solar beam,
Or 'midst the meads in smooth meanders glide,
While bending oziers stoop to kiss the tide,
Till in th' horizon, faintly. ting'd with blue,
The distant mountains close the pleasing view,
And not in every tint of Nature's band,

See beauty's form and own her mild command ? If this Gentleman will be advised by us, to dcfer for some years the publication of his poetic effufions, we are persuaded that we thall receive his thanks Art 35. Songs of Masonry. By William Wyld. 8vo. 6d,

No Bookseller's Name. These are fome of the bett songs we have seen relating to free-mafonry. They were composed with the laudable view of preserving and


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