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with this Latin compliment, Cum tales fint, utinam efent noftri; but the important and incere duty which I owe to the preservation of the ecclesiastical and civil eftablishments of my country, obligech me thus to invert the compliment, and no doubt but it will be esteemed highly uncomplaisant by the whole fraternity of separatists, - Cum tales fint, gaudeo non efle noftros.'

We need say no more, surely, of this noble Defence; the extracts we have given will speak for themselves,

Art. IV. Ar Elegy on the Ancient Greek ModelAddressed to the

Right Reverend Robert Lowth, Lord Bishop of London. Cambridge printed ; and sold by T. Payne, London. 410. 18. 6 d.

1779. VI HATEVER be the modern idea of elegy, it was

V anciently applied to very different purposes than at present. Originally appropriated neither to love or lamentation, it was equally extended to every subject that was considered as serious or important: and so far from being confined to the trifing display of amorous impatience, or to reiterate the complaints of funeral sorrow, the elegiac muse not unfrequently

----mares animos in martia bella

Verfibus exacuit. In short, whatever related to the conduct of human life, or the interests of society, was looked upon to come within her province. Hence, the strains of elegy, accordingly as the occasion demanded, were political, patriotic, or prudential. Such are the elegies of Solon, and Tyrtæus, and the yuwu oct of Theognis. In imitation of these models is written the Elegy before us.

The Writer's object will be best seen by the following introductory lines :

• Moorn! Son of Amos, mourn! in accent sharp
Of angry sorrow strike thy heav'nly harp.
Mourn! thou sublimest of the sainted choir !
Those lips, that, touch'd with thy celestial fire,
Clear'd, from the gather'd clouds of many an age,
The bright’ning fame of thy prophetic rage ;
Those lips, thro' Learning's facred sphere renown'd,
Have stain'd their glory by a servile sound.
Envy with ranc'rous joy these accents beard,
And dwells with triumph on the fatal word;
Waging against Renown eternal wars,
Thus the insults the merit the abhors :
• " How has the radiance of the mitre ceas'd !
Oblivion's poppy fades the prostrate priest:
la dark Servility's expanding cave
Forgotten prelates hail thee from the grave;

• See Isaiah, chap. xiv.

O Lucifes!

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

Long labours cancellid by a hatty page.' He then digrefles in praise of those mitred fages, who have approved themtelves the friends of freedoin and the people; though not without an oblique glance at such, as

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

Sink in soft flumber on their peeves of lawn,'
The names that are mentioned with peculiar approbation, are
Langton and Hoadley amongst the dead, and amongst the living
Shipley and Law.
Retuming his subject, he proceeds :

• Ū Lowth! we saw thy radiant name on high
Amid the pureit lights of Learning's sky;
And long, if true to Freedom's guiding voice,
Long in thy splendor Thall chat sphere rejoice;
One patiing vapour mall diffolve away,
And leave thy glory's unobstructed ray.
But while on Fame's high precipice you staod,
Be nobly firm! nor bead the virtuous hand,
Fill'd with rich sweets from Freedom's flow'ry mead,
To pluck Servility's oblivious weed!
High in the Court's rack foil that creeper winds,
And oft with dark embrace the Crofier binds;
While squeez'd from thence the subtle Prelate filings

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

• Shali Lowth adapt no more his Attic tyle
To the Meridian of my fav’rite ille?
Buc feebly speak, in France's languid tone,
Faint as beneath Oppreffion's burning zone?
Or, blazing only with a bigot's fire,
Awake the thumb'ring flames of regal ire;
Stretch che ftare-theorist on Priftehood's rack,
And from the palpit † aim the personal attack ?

Far o her precepes suit the hallow'd fage.' † See the late sermon by the Bishop of London, and his note On Di. Price

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

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

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

• Rise, then, Orife! 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 Faich approves, which Loyalty allows!
Teach us, while Honour to chy doctrine 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 protected 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 vale 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;
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 hont. visitants, each fainted seer
Whofe-u 'll 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 breach,
Guide thy freed spirit through the gates of Death,
Shew chee, 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.'

f This bold expression 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 est, face à face, il repetoit en

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

A T. V. The Duty of universal Benevolence enforced; in Three

Sermons : To which is prefixed a fort Address to the Lincolnfhire Clergv. By the Rev. H. Hodgson, B. A. of Peterhouse College, Cambridge, Curate of Market Rasen. 8vo. 1 S.

Printed at Gainsborough, and soid by Rivington. 1778 * • UTANITY 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 furnith him with too many materials for the exercise of the two last.

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 fince 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 hach done by the might of his power.'

This Curate of Rasen 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. Hodgfon's ounce that carries all the weight in his scale.

Lalin, 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.”

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

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 seldom or never raises an idea of its fcriptural signification in the unenlightened mind.' "Thence,' fays he, ' arose my quarrel with it.' My quarrel !-Yes, Mr. Hodgson's ! --and who, or what can stand when he is angry?? Faith, from hencefo:ch and for ever, must be kicked out of door, to wander like a battered proflitute, to be picked up by some poor cull of methodism, till it hath lost its influence over the groffest 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 hiin 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 say 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 faid all.

Art. VI. Efufions of the Heart and Funcy: in Verse and Prose. By

the Rev. Henry Hodgson, B A. of Peterhouse College, Cam bridges and Curate of Market Raien, Lincolnshire. 8vo.

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

1. to a periodical eflayift, 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 {hall be convinced of our vigilance. We will endeavour to preserve the literary taste, as well as the morals, of our cotemporaries from contamination,' by warning them not to come too near Rev. Nov. 1779.

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