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very general acquaintance with books, and a thorough knowledge of his subject. The mere colleclion of them evinces a constant and persevering industry.

Volume the fifth contains that beautiful little poem, Triumphs of Temper, which has undergone several editions, and has attained a great and deserved popularity. It is written in imitation of Pope's Rape of the Lock; and, according to a modern critic, the Poet has “caught something of the gloomy grandeur of Dante, as well as the wilder fancy of Spenser.". We have read it with pleasure, and were charmed with its plan and tendency. A young lady, of the name of Serena, is delineated as palling through various trials, almost peculiar to the condition of the fair sex, over which the obtains a final and complete victory. Her residence with her father and aunt, is, in many respects, uncomfortable ; but thence fee is at last removed and made happy in the arms of a GOOD HUSBAND, by whom her merits are discerned and her patient virtues rewarded. The whole poem is distributed into Six Cantos, and parts might be pointed out of superior elegance and beauty. Many moral hints are also scattered, by which the female mind cannot fail of being delighted and improved.

The entire design of the poem is thus ingeniously summed up in the concluding paragraph :

As the keen sailor, whom his daring soul
Has drawn, too venturous, near the freezing pole;
Who, having nighted caution's tame advice,
Seems wedg’d within imperious worlds of ice;
If from each chilling form of peril free,
At length he reach the unencumber'd (ca,
With joy superior to his transient pain,
Rulhes, exulting, o'er th' expansive main;
Such strong delight SERENA's bofom shar'd,
When sweet reflection to her heart declar'd,
That all the trials of her fate were part,
And love's decisive plaudit seal'd the last.


Her airy guard prepares the softeft down
From pcace's wing to line the nuptial crown;
Her smiles accelerate the bridal morn,
And clear her votary's path from every thorn.
On the quick match the prude's keen censures fall,
Blind to the heav'nly power that guided all;
But mild SERENA (corn'd the prudish play,
To wound warm love with frivolous delay;
Nature's chaste child, not affectation's llave,
The heart the meant to give, she frankly gave.
Thro’ her glad fire no guuty humours run,
Jocund he glories in his destin'd son.
PENELOPE herself no longer seen,
In the four feinblance of tormenting spleen,
Buys for her niece the robes of nuptial state,
Nor scolds the mercer'once thro' all the long debate.
For quick difpatch, the honest man of law,
Toils half the night the legal ties to draw;
At length th' enraptur'd youth, all forms complete,
Bears his sweet bride to his paternal seat.
On a fair lawn the cheerful mansion stoud,
And high behind it rose a circling wood.
As the blest lord of this extensive reign,
Led his dear partner thro' her new domain ;
Withffond surprize SERENA soon descry'd
A temple, rais'd to her ethereal guide.
Its ornaments fhe view'd with tender awe,
Their fashion such as the in vision faw;
For the kind youth her grateful smile to gain,
Had, from her clear description, deck'd the fane;
Joyful he cried, to his angelic wife,
* Be this kind pow'r the worship of our life !"
He spoke, and led her to the inmost shrine,
Here link'd, in rosy bands, two votaries Thine ;
The pencil had imparted life to each,
With energy that seem'd beyond its reach.
First stood Connubial love, a manly youth,
Whore bright eye spake the ardent vows of truth ;
Friendship, sweet smiling, fill'd the second place,
In all the sofrer charms of virgin grace ;


Their meeting arms a myftic tablet raise, Deck'd with these lines—the MORAL of my lays ; “ VIRTUE's an ingot of Peruvian gold, Sense the bright ore Potofi's mines unfold; But TEMPER's image must their use create, And give these precious metals STERLING WEIGHT.” The fixth and last volume furnilhes us with tragedies and comedies, some of the latter being written in rhyme, which peculiarity did not receive general approbation. It was done chiefly by way of experiment, but rather failed of its effect. They Thew, however, the great activity of the author's mind, combined with an unremitting industry. The names of these pieces are Happy Prescription, Two Connoiffeurs, Maufoleum, all COMEDIES-Marcella and Lord Rufel, TRAGE

It only remains that we mention two of MR. Hay. LEY's profe productions, which have been much read and admired.

The History of Old Maids is usually ascribed to this ingenious writer, and contains a fund of entertainment. The defe Ets and virtues of the venerable fifterhood, are detailed with great humour, and are calculated to excite our risibility. Various characters are drawn with a masterly hand, which are to be found in real life. For our own part, we fympathize with the aged maidens, and with them well through the remaining stages of their existence.

We mean not to apologize for their infirmities; but we are perfuaded that they suffer much unmerited obloquy. Among them individuals are to be found who adorn humanity.

The Life of Milton is, we believe, MR. HAY. LEY's last production, and this production alone would have handed down his name to pofterity. The events of the great Poet's life are detailed with ease and perfpicuity. The brutal accusations of Johnson are re. pelled with spirit and ability. The reflections with


which the narrative is interspersed, are ingenious and useful. We dare pronounce that no impartial individual can rise from the perusal of this volume, without feeling an additional esteem and reverence for the fubject of this Memoir. The biographer has performed an arduous task, and is entitled to the thanks of the British nation. We speak with confidence ; for we have lately read the work more than once with in. creasing fatisfaction.

MR. HAYLEY ftill resides at his beloved seat of Eartham, and has occasionally a cottage near Bognor, a few miles distant, at the fea-side, for the sake of a son, who is in a very infirm state of health. We heartily wish his restoration ; and may the amiable parent live for many years to come, enjoying every personal bleffing, and continuing his well-directed efforts towards the instruction and entertainment of mankind !


[No. XXXIV.]

Shall the great soul of NEWTON quit this earth
To mingle with his itars, and every muse, .
Aftonith'd into silence, shun the weight
Of honours due to his illustrious name?
But what can man? Ev'n now the sons of light,
In strains high warbled, to seraphic lyre,
Hail his arrival on the coait of bliss !
Yet am not I deterr’d, tho' high the theme,
And sung to harps of angels; for with you
Ethereal flames ! ambitious I aspire,
In nature's general symphony to join.


HE mufe of Thomson having faithfully deli.

neated the Seasons, celebrated the charms of ra. tional Liberty, and pourtrayed the languors of Indo. lence, here recounts the praises of Sir Isaac Newton, that wonderful man, who may at once be denominated the pride and ornament of our island! He was born in Lincolnshire, and died in 1727, at an advanced period of life. The eulogies poured forth at his deceafe were pot a few, both in prose and poetry. Our favourite bard, however, has evidently borne away the palm in this honourable contest; he touched the lyre, on this occa fion, with a masterly hand, and excites a high degree of our admiration.


SIR ISAAC NEWTON has been juftly entitled Princeps Philosophorum-the Prince of Modern Philosophers. His patient investigations, laborious researches, and extensive discoveries, are the subject of our astonishment. Into almost every department both of mathematics and natural philosophy, he introduced many considerable improvements. The natural comprehensiveness of his mind, joined to an unwearied spirit of enquiry, enabled him to bring a wider range of objects within the sphere of his observation. Towering beyond the usual excursion of his species, he travelled through the immenfity of space with comparative case and rapidity. By his superior qualifications, he shook off the prejudices of former times, and laid his soul open to the extent and grandeur of his subject. He, indeed, rose above the cloudy atmosphere which common mortals inhale, and escaping the thitk fogs of sense and passion, reached to a most extraordinary extent of speculation, embracing within his mighty grasp the wonders of creation !

The discoveries of Sir Isaac NEWTON were arranged and illustrated by the celebrated mathematician Mr. Maclaurin, who thus brought them down to ordinary capacities. It is also said that Thomson procured an analysis of these discoveries from a friend, and then threw them into his enchanting verse. Perhaps there never was a poem of equal lize, in which the principles of the Newtonian philosophy are fo briefly detailed, and yet so beautifully illustrated. The dryness of speculation vanishes, and the topic presents itself to VOL. VIII.



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