O Lucifer! of prophecy the star,
Rolling through Hebrew clouds thy radiant car
Art thou too fall’n as we? Can Flate’ry's tide
Drown thy free spirit and thy Auric pride?
Is this the man who spoke, in language strong,
The praise of Liberty's Athenian song?
Bleft are her notes, but curft the fordid things
That priestcraft offers to the pride of Kings;
For never, never shall fair Freedom's hand
Enroll one prelate in her sacred band !"
Peace! Envy, peace! nor deem, with bigot rage, .

Long labours cancell'd by a halty page.' He then digresses in praise of those mitred fages, who have approved themselves the friends of freedoin and the people; though not without an oblique glance at such, as

i fond of dull repose, Without a dream of Learning's friends or foes, Enjoy their table, or from thence withdrawn,

Sink in Sofi Number on their sleeves of lanun.'
The names that are mentioned with peculiar approbation, are
Langton and Hoadley amongst the dead, and amongst the living
Shipley and Law.
Reluming his subject, he proceeds :

• Ō Lowth! we saw iny radiant name on high
Amid the purest lights of Learning's ky;
And long, if true to Freedom's guiding voice,
Long in thy splendor shall that sphere rejoice;
One passing vapour shall diffolve away,
And leave thy glory's unobstructed ray.
But while on Fame's high precipice you stand,
Be nobly firm! nos bend the virtuous hand,
Fill'd with rich sweets from Freedom's flow'ry mead,
To pluck Servility's oblivious weed!
High in the Couri's rank foil that creeper winds,
And oft with dark embrace the Crosier binds;
While squecz'd from thence the subtle Prelate Alings

Its luscious poison in the ear of Kings.' After juftifying the motive of his address, and doing justice also in the most ample manner to the very respectable character to whom it is directed, he adds ::

• Shall Lowth adapt no more his Attic style
To the Meridian of my fav'rice isle?
But feebly speak, in France's languid tone,
Faint as beneath Oppression's burning zone?
Or, blazing only with a bigot's fire,
Awake the slumb'ring fames of regal ire ;
Stretch the state-cheorist on Priftehood's rack,
And from the pulpit aim the personal attack ?

Far other precepts suit the hallow'd fage.' + See the late sermon by the Bishop of London, and his note on Ds. Price.

• He

He then takes occasion to compliment a late attempt to reItrain the practice of adultery, and accounts for the trespasses of woman, by supposing that,

- When her guard, in Luxury's venal hour,
Yields his chalte soul a prostitute to Pow'r,
Heav'n, in just vengeance on the abject llave,'

Corrupts the purest gifts its bounty gave.' Whether this theory be altogether true or not, we shall not at present, take upon us to deterinine. To ' correct the rank abuses of the time,' he calls upon the distinguished prelate, to whom his poem is 'particularly directed, in the following ani. mated lines.

• Rise, then, O rise! with Hoadley's spirit fir'd,
But in thy richer eloquence attir'd:
Teach us to guard from ev'ry mean controul
That manly vigour of the judging soul,
Which Faith approves, which Loyalty allows !
Teach us, while Honour to thy do&trine bows,
That Duty's praise in no blind worship lies,
But Reason's homage to the just and wise!
So to thy Country, to thy God endear’d, .
By Heav'n proteěted as on earth rever'd,
May thy mild age in purest fame rejoice;
In fame, where Envy hears no jarring voice!
So may Religion, with divine relief,
Drop her rich balm on thy parental grief!
May that sweet comforter, the heav'nly Muse,
Who fondly treasures Sorrow's sacred dews,
In Glory's vase preserve the precious tear
Shed by paternal Love on Beauty's bier!
And O! when thou, to Learning's deep regret,
Must pay at Nature's call our common debt; i
While life's last murmurs shake the parching throat,
And Pity catches that portentous note;
While in it's hollow orb the rolling eye
Of Hope is turn'd convulsive to the sky,
May holiest visitants, each sainted seer
Whose-well known accents warble in thine ear,
Descend, with Mercy's delegated pow'r,
To soothe the anguish of that awful hour :
With lenient aid release thy struggling breath,
Guide thy freed spirit through the gates of Death,
Shew thee, emerging from this earthly storm,
Thy lov'd Maria in a seraph's form,
And give thee, gazing on the Throne of Grace,
+ To view thy mighty Maker face to face.'

+ This bold expreffion of exalted piety was borrowed from St. Paul, by the great Condè, the sublime and enviable circumstances of whose death are thus described by the eloquent Bossuet.-" Oui, dit-il, nous verrons Dieu comme il eft, face à face, il repetoit en

Latin, After the ample extracts we have given of this truly liberal and manly performance; to add any further commendation; might feem superfluous.

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Art. V. The Duty of universal Benevolence enforced; in Three

Sermons : To which is prefixed a short Address to the LincolnDhire Clergy. By the Rev. H. Hodgson, B. A. of Peterhouse College, Cambridge, Curate of Market Rasen. 8vo. is.

Printed at Gainsborough, and sold by Rivington. 1778 *. « V ANITY of vanities, says the preacher, all is vanity!

V The church is no fanctuary from it, and ? Sunday is no Sabbath-day to it. It will force its way even to the pulpit; and play such phantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep.' As for beings. of a lower sphere, and of a groffer composition, they will be more inclined to laugh at the farcical exhibition ; for when the question is put, whether Man had better be merry, mad, or melancholy, he will prefer the former: because life itself, without the vanity of coxcombs, both in and out of the church, will furnila him with too many materials for the exercise of the two lalt.

This Rev. H. Hodgson of Peterhouse College, Cambridge, hath unfortunately taken it into his head that he is a genius!

- Some Demon whispered' it to him : and since that fatal moment, the poor man hath been in a delirium : and like others of his brethren, the curate of Rasen stalks abroad with the fancied majesty of a king, and waving his sceptre while he nods his laurelled head, he surveys his work with filent rapture: till swelling with the great idea, he gives it utterance : and like another Nebuchadnezzar, before he was driven from among men to graze with the beasts of the field, he proclaims what he hath donte ' by the might of his power.'

This Curate of Ralen must certainly think himself capable of

Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme;" for it is a maxim with him, that " an ounce of a person's own reason is worth a tun of any other's.' He adopts this maxim principally for his own sake: for though the expression is general, the meaning is undoubtedly particular ; and it is the Rev. H. Hodgson's ounce that carries all the weight in his scale.

Latin, avec un gout merveilleux, ces grands mots : Sicuti eft : facie ad faciem, et on ne se lassoit point de le voir dans ce doux transport."

Oraifon Funebre de Louis de Bourbon. An earlier account would have been given of these Sermons, and of the Author's • Effusions of the Heart, &c,' bat we were unable, till very lately, to procure copies of them,

Mr. Hodgsonniehe bible, pero a are a race ho

This Author tells us, that he hath a quarrel with the word faith, and for that reason he always carefully avoids using it.' And the cause why he hath picked this quarrel with that poor word is, he informs us, “ from its having been prostituted by divines, so that it feldoin or never raises an idea of its scriptural signification in the unenlightened mind.' « Thence, says he,' arose my quarrel with it.' My quarrel !_Yes, Mr. Hodgson's !-and who, or what can stand when he is angry?' Faith, from henceforth and for ever, must be kicked out of door, to wander like a battered prostitute, to be picked up by some poor cull of methodism, till it hach lost its influence over the grosseft fool amongst them, and is left to rot and perish on a dunghill !-Alas! poor faith! what haft thou got by keeping company with divines !

Mr. Hodgson is not sufficiently acquainted with critics and commentators on the bible, to have a quarrel with such sort of folks. No! in truth. "They are a race of men (says he) to whom I pay little regard.' He may have heard of the names of a few of them: but the rest are huddled together in an heap with people that nobody knows; and if he had perchance heard of their existence, his high rank would not have suffered him to remember their names, had they been announced by his valet.

But we have made our introduction so long that, as John Bunyan says of a certain episode, which he wrote, that it was like to swallow up the whole of the performance; so we may fay of our exordium, that it will contain much more than the doctrine, the argument, the illustration, and the inference; for in one word, if we are asked, what is our opinion of Mr. Hodgson's Sermons and Address, we can only say, even by the help of candour itself, that they treat of something about being good and doing good. And now having said this we have said


Art. VI. E.fufions of the Heart and Fancy: in Verse and Prose. By

the Rev. Henry Hodgson, B A. of Peterhouse College, Cam bridge ; and Curate of Market Rasen, Lincolnshire. 8vo.

35. 6d. Sewed. Rivington. 1779. "It is a matter of the highest concern,' says this Writer,

I to a periodical essayist, to endeavour to preserve the literary taste, as well as the morals of his cotemporaries from contamination : and therefore, he ought to keep a watchful eye over the press.'--Now, this is one part of the HIGH CONCERN of us Reviewers : and such Authors as Mr. Hodgson shall be convinced of our vigilance. We will endeavour to preserve the literary taste, as well as the morals, of our cotempuraries from contamination,' by warning them not to come too near Rev. Nov, 1779..



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the crude Effusions' of a fickly fancy, whether they are cast out- in Verse or Prole.'

This Author bath chosen for his motto, Ut merear.' And he hall have his due. But we could have helped him to one that would have exactly characterised his . Effufions,' - and the effufions of all those weak-stomached sentimentalists,— mere infants of genius,

" Newling and puking in the nurse's arms," which of late have been poured out like a Aood; and by their quantity, if not by their force, have carried away the light heads of all the petit maitres of literature: and moreover, these abundant . Effufions' have quite overwhelmed a large proportion of the reading part of the softer sex, who are of their own accord ready to melt, thaw, and diffolve into a dew,' through native sensibility.

The motto we have chosen for the Rev. H. Hodgson's « Effusions,' is taken from the first Satire of Persius (the old enemy of Labeo and Polydamas, and “ all the race of master. misses.")

Summâ delumbe falica . Hoc nacat in labris : et in udo eft. Which, for the sake of sentimental readers --- yea, and writers too, we beg leave to translate as literally as poffible :

Not from the brain, but from the mouth it came;

And puking and · Effufons' mean the same. The Rev. H. Hodgson's Effusions,' though they flow from the same source, and will soon be swallowed up in the same “ oblivious pool,” yet they branch into several streamlets, and take a different course to their common end. Some in

+ 6 The flux of elegy infelt our ears." Others, cast out in the shape of songs and pastorals, gurgle along the groves and the lawns,' where (says Mr. Hodgson)

• My calves peaceful sleep 'midit the flowers.' Pity it was to have disturbed their repose. But to adopt our Songter's own prayer

• Lord grant, we cry, fuch deeds ben't done again! Some of Mr. Hodgson's 6. Effufions' take an under-ground course, and mingling with the waters of damnation,

seek the deserted domes,
Where witch and wizard hold the midnight fealt,
Serv'd by their vassals, forc'd from yawning tombs, .
And Phlegethonian vipers gorges every guelt;
Spending in hellith revels half the night,
On broomilicks then, thro' air, they take their fight.
I hence to the room where spirits nighily yell,
And midnight cerrors all their glooms betray:
Where pallid, frantic fear best loves to dwell,
And black despair would rage her hours away;
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