me, in the reflection that all this was as but for a moment; that a period would come, when wrong and injury, and trouble, should be no more. Are we to be so utterly enslaved by habit and association, that we shall spend our lives in anxiety and bitter care, only that we may find a covering for our bodies, or the means of assuaging hunger? for what else is an anxiety after the world?" In his poetical pieces, is the following fine picture of genius in distress: "Mark his dew'd temples, and his half-shut eye, Oh yes! that sunken eye with fire once gleam'd, But now neglect has stung him to the core, And Hope's wild raptures thrill his breast no more." The penultimate line occurs again in the ode to Lord Carlisle, and it is to be feared was drawn too truly from the life. The following is an extract from the essays entitled Melancholy Hours:" "If I am destined to make any progress in the world it will be by my own individual exertions. As I elbow my way through the crowded vale of life, I will never, in any emergency, call on my selfish neighbour for assistance, If my strength give way beneath the pressure of calamity, I shall sink without his whine of hypocritical condolence: and if I do sink, let him kick me into a ditch, and go about his business. I asked not his assistance while living-it will be of no service to me when dead." P. J. ART. ART. XI. Republications of Old Works A friend having suggested the propriety of giving, either regularly, or as the matter required it, an article under this head, it is my intention to dedicate to it in future such room and attention as I can spare. It strikes me to be a very useful hint; and calculated to convey notices, especially to those who live in the country, which will assist their inquiries. We frequently lóse much fruitless labour in searching for a copy of the original edition of some scarce book, being ignorant that it has been reprinted, and that we might procure the substitute, which may probably answer the purpose nearly as well to all but mere collectors, without much difficulty. The room which I can spare, at least at present, will not permit either criticism or extract; which is the less necessary in books which have so lately been put into circulation, and which most readers, to whom they are pointed out, may obtain. It is not the mere price which forms the obstacle to procuring many old books; it is their total absence from the market. It must be some time, to speak generally, before new editions are out of circulation. I shall not endeavour to confine myself to much method in the selection of books to be noticed under this head. It will be sufficient to take such as immediately occur to my memory, or are most at hand, without confining myself to the latest. Art. 1. Poetry by Richard Crashow, who was a Canon in the Chapel of Loretta, aud died there in the year 1650. With some account of the author, and an introductory address to the reader, by Peregrine Phillips, Attorney at Law, author of the Brighthelmstone Diary, and many Tracts relative to the late Disputes between Great Britain and North Ame H3 rica, me, in the reflection that all this was as but for a moment; that a period would come, when wrong and injury, and trouble, should be no more. Are we to be so utterly enslaved by habit and association, that we shall spend our lives in anxiety and bitter care, only that we may find a covering for our bodies, or the means of assuaging hunger? for what else is an anxiety after the world?" In his poetical pieces, is the following fine picture of genius in distress: "Mark his dew'd temples, and his half-shut eye, Oh yes! that sunken eye with fire once gleam'd, And Hope's wild raptures thrill his breast no more." The penultimate line occurs again in the ode to Lord Carlisle, and it is to be feared was drawn too truly from the life. The following is an extract from the essays entitled "Melancholy Hours:" "If I am destined to make any progress in the world it will be by my own individual exertions. As I elbow my way through the crowded vale of life, I will never, in any emergency, call on my selfish neighbour for assistance, If my strength give way beneath the pressure of calamity, I shall sink without his whine of hypocritical condolence: and if I do sink, let him kick me into a ditch, and go about his business. I asked not his assistance while living-it will be of no service to me when dead." P. J. ART. ART. XI. Republications of Old Works A friend having suggested the propriety of giving, either regularly, or as the matter required it, an article under this head, it is my intention to dedicate to it in future such room and attention as I can spare. It strikes me to be a very useful hint; and calculated to convey notices, especially to those who live in the country, which will assist their inquiries. We frequently lose much fruitless labour in searching for a copy of the original edition of some scarce book, being ignorant that it has been reprinted, and that we might procure the substitute, which may probably answer the purpose nearly as well to all but mere collectors, without much difficulty. The room which I can spare, at least at present, will not permit either criticism or extract; which is the less necessary in books which have so lately been put into circulation, and which most readers, to whom they are pointed out, may obtain. It is not the mere price which forms the obstacle to procuring many old books; it is their total absence from the market. It must be some time, to speak generally, before new editions are out of circulation. I shall not endeavour to confine myself to much method in the selection of books to be noticed under this head. It will be sufficient to take such as immediately occur to my memory, or are most at hand, without confining myself to the latest. Art. 1. Poetry by Richard Crashow, who was a Canon in the Chapel of Loretta, aud died there in the year 1650. With some account of the author, and an introductory address to the reader, by Peregrine Phillips, Attorney at Law, author of the Brighthelmstone Diary, and many Tracts relative to the late Disputes between Great Britain and North Ame rica. Magna est veritas, et prevalebit. London: Printed by Rickaby, for the Editor, and to be had at Bell's British Libramy, in the Strand. 1785, 12mo. pp. 158: Art. 2. The Poems of William Drummond, of Hawthornden. Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori HOR. Lib. iv. od. 8. London: Printed for E. Jeffery, Pall Mall, 1791,* 12mo. Art. 3. The Poetical Works of Sir David Lyndsay, of the Mount, Lion King of Arms, under James V. A new edition, corrected and enlarged; with the Life of the Author; Prefatory Dissertations, and an appropriate Glossary. By George Chalmers, F. R. S. S. A. In 3 vols. London: Printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster. Row; and A. Constable and Co. Edinburgh, 1806, 8vo. Art. 4. The Poems of Richard Corbet, late Bishop of Oxford, and of Norwich. The fourth Edition, with considerable additions. To which are now added, " Oratio in funus Henrici Principis," from Ashmole's Museum, Biographical Notes, and a life of the Author, by Octavius Gilchrist, F.A. S. London: Printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster Row, 1807, 8vo. pp. 260. : Art. 5. The Complete Angler; or Contemplative Man's Recreation; being a Discourse on Rivers, Fishponds, Fish, and Fishing in two parts; the first written by Mr. Isaac Walton, the second by Charles Cotton, Esq. With the lives of the Authors, and Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory. By Sir John Hawkins, Kt. The fourth Edition, with large additions. London: Printed for John, Francis, See the character of this edition in Park's R. and N. A. V. 102. and |