try, teftified his fidelity to a young woman whom he had loved
when he was in the fame humble station with herself :
The lowly hut, beneath whofe roof
He figh'd a fad adieu !
Receiv'd him time and distance-proof,
To love and MARY true.

This hamlet-fair, by Fortune fcorn'd,
Seem'd Nature's fav'rite child;
With hand profufe by her adorn'd,
The flow'ret of the wild.

Her neat, but homely, garment prefs'd,
The pure, the feeling heart,

Oft fought in vain behind the veft

Of decorated art.'

There is certainly great beauty and fimplicity in the above ftanzas; nor is there lefs of true fenfibility and nature in the Village Beauty's addrefs to her faithful Lover:

If fharing all thy cares, fhe faid,
Has pal'd my beauty's rofe,

Ah! know! for thee the heart that bled,
With all its paffion glows.

Bleft moment to my wish that gives
The long, long absent youth!
He lives, th' endear'd CABEYSA lives,
And love confirms the truth.

When thy brave comrades fell around,
What Pow'rs benignant care,
Secur'd thee from the fatal wound?
And MARY from defpair?

Oft in the troubl'ing dream of night
I faw the rufhing spear;

Nor did the moon's awak'ning light

Difpel the ling'ring fear.'

The lover answers by propofing the enfuing day for their nuptials, and foliciting her confent, which is thus delicately

defcribed:

• With look declin'd, fhe blufh'd confent

Referve that takes alarm,

And love and joy their influence lent

To raise meek beauty's charm.'

Their happiness, however, was but of fhort continuance :

Scarce thro' one hafty week had love

His grateful bleffings fhed,

When blifs (as flies the frighted dove)
Their humble manfion fled.

"Twas at Bellona's voice it flew,

That call'd to war's alarms;
Bade the youth rife to valour true,
And break from MARY's arms.

But

But the ftill ftrain'd him to her heart,

To lengthen the adieu :

"Ah! What, the faid, should't thou depart,
Shall I and forrow do?

Say, valiant youth, when thou'rt away,
Who'll raife my drooping head?
How fhall I chace the fears that fay,

Thy lov'd CABEYSA's dead?"

After thefe tender expoftulations, the determines to accompany her lover, who, notwithstanding the dangers he forefees, is prevailed upon by his affection, to acquiefce in her resolution. Through the hardships and fatigues fhe is obliged to undergo in this enterprize, fhe falls fick, and in this condition lies at the diftance of a league from the camp, and, of courfe, from her lover.-Unfortunately, at this time, the general, to preferve the vineyards of the adjacent country, had made an order, that if any foldier fhould pafs a certain line, drawn for the purpose round the camp, he fhould be confidered as a deferter, and capitally punished.—In this fituation, what should the unhappy CABEY SA do? The image of his beloved Mary on the bed of ficknefs continually haunts him, and urges all her tender claims to his love and compaffion :

For me, her native home, he said,
For me, each weeping friend,
For me, a father's arins fhe fled-
And fhall not love attend?

Say, for a chofen lover's fake,

What more could woman do?
And now, that health and peace forfake,
Shall I forfake her too?

Now ftretch'd upon the naked ground,
Opprefs'd with pain and fear,
She cafts a languid eye around,
Nor fees CABEYSA near.

Now, now the weeps at my delay,
And fhall neglect be mine?
Submit, ye fears, to pity's fway!

He fpoke-and crois'd the line.'

The confequence is obvious, and truly affecting: the unhappy youth is feized, and shot as a deferter; and the diftrated object of his affections breaks her heart over his mangled body, and dies.

The two firft lines of this poem have not the fame fimplicity in expreffing the idea intended with the reft; and we would, therefore, recommend them to Mr. Jerningham's alteration.

See the poem.

REV. Feb. 1770.

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ART. IV. The Auction; a Poem: A familiar Epifle to a Friend, with the Head of Harpocrates, the God of Silence amongst the Egyptians, in a Ring. 4to. 2 s. Kearsley. 1770.

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HIS poem has confiderable merit: the language is pure, the numbers harmonious, the expreffion animated, the fentiments juft. Harpocrates, the God of Silence, being brought from Egypt by a travelling Peer, is fold amongst the reft of his Lordship's effects, when his affairs are ruined by his vices. This deity gives an account of the auction.

In the following paffage a noble action is recorded in a very agreeable and fpirited manner:

Poor PowELL's patent next appears,

To pay off all his old arrears;

When DAGGER MARR, and TOMMY CLOUGH,

Blafted and fwore, and faid as how,

'Twas the advice of all their friends,

That they should join their odds and ends;
That injur'd merit long kept down,

Might rife to entertain the town;

DAGGER, fays Toм, how ftands your purse?

Ah me, fays DAGGER! there's the curfe,
Which to our rifing fame I fear

Will prove a permanent barrier:

He drew it forth, and wrap'd around

In dirty rag, a fhilling found;

This might have done in FLEETWOOD's days,

Said Tom, when puppet fhews and plays,

An equal fhare of fame poffeft,

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The puppet fhew, in gen'ral beft;
But now by G- were I to join,
My hoarded grunter's gig to thine,
The patent's fuch a blatted price,
We should not get a fingle flice.

Toм loung'd, and MARR with tragic port,

Stalk'd fwearing onward to Duke's Court,
Where drench'd in beer till morning dawn,
Their future hopes, their money gone;
And quite with want of oaths oppreft,
They funk infenfibly to reft.

Now KING or HOLLAND 'twas agreed,
Were fittest PowILL to fucceed;

But HOLLAND, when his friend was nam'd,
Suppreft the tear, and thus declaim'd;

Say, can I think, e're well the tomb
Is clos'd upon his manly bloom;
While grief yet triumphs on the face,
Of all his little orphan race;

A cant term for a fhilling.

Say,

Say, can I think at their expence,
To raife myfelf to eminence:
No, rather let one greatly try,
The patent for their ufe to buy:"
KING, who of generous mould is made,
And feels for all who want his aid;
Turns fuddenly about, and cries,
Why?"what the devil ails my eyes."

Others there were who ey'd afkance,
The parchment with a longing glance;
Whofe hearts obdurate never felt,
Whole eyes unpitying never melt:
To human nature a disgrace,

Who curft their ftars, and left the place:
While things in this uncertain ftate,
Hung wav'ring on the thread of fate:
A meffenger arriv'd exprefs,

And thus deliver'd his addrefs;
"The noble friend, the gods be prais'd,
Who POWELL to the patent rais'd,
Hath feen the haplets widow's tear,
All copious ftreaming on his bier;
And touch'd with pity at the fight,
Transfers to her, her husband's right:"
A gen'ral plaudit fhook the room,
And joy difpel'd the recent gloom.'

The reflections on the fate of Herculaneum are fo pointed as

to want no comment.

A group of heads, but lately brought,
From Herculaneum's dreadful vault;
(Gorg'd when th' Almighty hid his face,
And nature trembled to her base)
Came in rotation to be fold,

And LANGFORD thus, their hit'ry told.

"These were the men, when Rome arofe,

Said he, with vengeance on her foes;
When from the orient, to the north,
Her eagles flew with terror forth;
When the to half the world gave law,
And kneeling, kept the reit in awe :
Thefe were the men, who brought difgrace,
On her, and all the Roman race;
Reftor'd what long the fought to gain,
By millions fpent, and thoufands flain;
And bid her conqu'ring legions cease,
Brib'd by the nations round, to peace.
""Twas then the high patrician pride,
I ook'd with contempt on all befide;
"Twas then the public treasure went,
To ferve each infamous intent;
'Twas then corrupt, her fenate grown,
Affum'd a pow'r, before unknown;

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And

And Freedom, by the fwelling tear,
Confefs'd her diffolution near.

""Twas then her judges warp'd the laws,
To ferve th' abandon'd villain's caufe;
Then o'er a fon, whofe guiltlefs blood
Faft flow'd, a weeping father flood;
The prop of his declining day,
Snatch'd by the murd'rer's arm away:
And faw the wretch by vile chicane,
Efcape, by whom his fon was flain.
"Then juftice hid, abath'd, her head,
Mifrule, her baleful influence fpread,
And ftalking forth with giant flride,
Menac'd deflruction far and wide.

"At length enrag'd, the people rofe,
And rush'd impetuous on their foes;
To justice brought them for their crimes,
A mark to all fuccceding times:

And lo! beneath the fculptor's hand,
Confign'd to infamy they stand."

We could, with pleafure, give more extracts from this ingenious poem; but would rather recommend to our Readers the perufal of the whole.

ART. V. The Seats and Caufes of Difeafes invefligated by Anatomy; in five Bocks, containing a great Variety of Diffections, with Remarks. To which are added, very accurate and copieus Indexes of the principal Things and Names therein contained. Tranflated from the Latin of John Baptist Morgagni, chief Profeffor of Anatomy, and Prefident of the Univerfity at Padua, by Benjamin Alexander, M. D. 4to. 3 Vols. 21. 12s. 6d. boards. Cadell, &c. 1769.

ONETUS had certainly great merit in collecting and

Bdigetting the materials of his Sepulchretum; but at the

fame time, it must be acknowledged, that there are many faults in this very voluminous compilation of morbid diffections. Some things are put down from hearfay: things incredible are likewife introduced; and the fame things are repeated again and again in different parts of the work; while, on the other hand, many ufeful hiftories and obfervations, at that time extant, are not inferted.

The five books of Morgagni here tranflated, contain fome just criticifins on the Sepulchretum, and at the fame time furnish uch a collection of hiftorics, diffections, and obfervations, as make a very valuable fupplement to that work of Bonetus *.

Morgagni, whenever he mentions the Sepulchritum, always refers to the enlarged edition which was made under the infpection of Mangetus, and published in the year 1700.

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