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him credit for being become a good Chriftian-Were we convinced, in fact, of the moral right of a public fatirift's running a muck at all he meets; we much doubt of the moral efficacy of his chaftifement; being of the poet's noble interlocutor's opinion.

"How fweetly Fancy, with her painted Train,
Beitrews her whimfies on the Poet's brain!
What magic forms appear, what vifions rise,
To charm with gawdy glare the Poet's eyes!
How rude in me the gilded dream to break,
And call th' enchanted Poet to awake!

But Truth, my Friend, looks round in vain to find
Thefe grand effects of Satire in Mankind.
S-, fo long the Cenfor's fruitful theme,
Careless of Britain, punts upon the stream,
And from th' official barge delights to fhew
His pale-fac'd Mistress to the fry below.
Is L-enroll'd in Virtue's lift?-
Or Coufin A-— turn'd a Methodist ?

MARS will from cenfure shield his FAVOURITE SON,
And Satire's thrown away on L———!
E'en he would fcarcely feel, fhould you rehearse,
The Terrier's Barkings + in fonorous verse.
Does - ceafe a drunken Catch to roar?
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Say, has thy Mufe been able to expand
The clofe-contracted heart and grafping hand
Of hungry H--? Has thy Satire won
To Virtue's nobleft deeds his darling Son?
And doft thou think its fharpnefs will impart
One gen'rous fentiment to B--'s heart?
Still he is worthlefs; and, in fpite of you,
Will fmile and fmirk as he was wont to do!
Does giddy Beauty, aw'd by thee, pull down
The nodding height of Folly's feather'd crown?
Will fprightly D--y leave the rattling Square
To fuckle Babies in the Surry air?

Or fair Devonia quit th' enchanting Ton
For Wifdom's graver joys at WIMBLEDON?
Come, tell the profits of this lafhing trade;
Produce one reformation you have made."

Even our Satirist is horridly pofed to reply. He can produce no public proof; but then

Soame Jenyns, Efq-An odd plea, it must be confeffed; when our Saviour himself fays, "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to go to heaven." Rev.

+ The Terrier's Barkings.] The fignature of a great many fucceffive Letters which appeared, fome time ago, in a Morning Paper, and were remarkable for their fevere reprehenfions of this noble Lord.

"Bwho fears the lafhes yet to come,
May fmile in public; but he weeps at home;
In his fad chamber threats, and ftorms, and fwears;
Then wets the wakeful pillow with his tears."

But how does our poet know this? Has he it from B--'s wife, his miftrefs, or his valet de chambre?-Are not thefe fuppofed effects of his fatire fome of thofe whimfies with which felf-conceit

Beftrews on the poet's brain?

Nay, not an individual of even the more timid sex is pretended to have been reformed by our author's fatire; but then he comforts himself that they will reform in time.

"The modifh Fair may, for a while, defy

The voice of Truth, or call it Calumay;

But

eager Time will haften to destroy

Each changeful fabric of unreal joy.

Time, on the Mufes' wings, fhall quickly bear

His folemn warnings to Devonia's ear;

Shall make her blush through Folly's vain difguife,

And gladly learn of SPENCER to be wife."

There is no doubt that Time will, on his own wings, without the aid of the Mufes, bring mortifications enow, to put a gadding young female in mind of the propriety of staying more at home. If the objects of our author's fatire are, thus, to be only cured by Time, we may bid him lay down his pen, as the Madman bid the General fheathe his fword. Why fhould you risk your life, faid he, against thofe foolish fellows? Let them alone, and in time they will die of themselves."

If our poetical Malayan, however, will needs go on his own way (for, talk as finely as we will, by honour and appetite, as the valet fays, we must all eat), we beg leave to recommend to him a little more time and care in tagging, trimming, and polifhing his lines. Doth not the laft, of the two following, fcandalize the firft?

"Should Satire, by its bold and nervous line,

Aid and fupport the glori-ous defign;"

How bald and enervate, instead of bold and nervous, is this ekeing out glorious to three fyllables!-Why did not the line run thus Aid and fupport fo glorious a defign."

Defy is no rhime to Calumny-Eye to Hypocrify-Toil to Smile Bear to Ear: of which, or fimilar, defedlive rhimes we meet with examples in almoft every page.

When our fatirift imitates, or turns plagiary, alfo, for hea ven's fake! let him not rob the spittle.

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"Tell me, my Lord, if this celeftial sense,

"Known by the awful name of Confcience,"

Can there be a more obvious and fhameful plagiarism? Who can doubt that thefe lines were taken from the following?

Tell us, good folks, if that, in this here place,
Where lives the celebrated Doctor Cafe,
Who fells full fourteen pills for fourteen pence,
It be-n't enow in your own Confei-ence!

K.

An Addrefs to the London and Monthly Reviewers, on their Canvas of their Examination of Dr., Maclaine's Answer to Soame Fenyns, Efq. on his View of the Internal Evidence of the Chriftian Religion. By the Rev. Edward Fleet, Jun. B. 4. of Oriel College, Oxford. 8vo. 6d. Brown.

And can Mr. Edward Fleet, jun. of Oriel College, Oxford, be really a batchelor of arts and in holy orders! Can he have paffed his examination in the Schools, and obtained ordination in the Church? If fo it be, may we not with propriety exclaim on his fituation, as doth the poet on that of the flies and grubs, we fometimes meet with, in amber?

The things we know are neither choice nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they caine there.

The Monthly Reviewers, it feems, in fpeaking of this Examimer's pamphlet, faid, "they would willingly give an account of it, if they understood the language of reafoning." And for this wicked infinuation he does abufe them, as, to be fure, they deferve, moft abominably.--For our part we unfortunately went farther, and gave proof of deficiency both in ftile and argument; and, for this, we and our editor come in for our Thare. Dr. K. whom Mr. F. calls the principal manufacturer of the London Review, he tells us, has as weakly as unfuccefsfully attacked Mr. Jenyns's writings, and therefore it is no wonder that any writer in favour of him should be loaded, with all the malevolent abufe that difappointed envy can invent; fo that prejudice is plainly proved."-But what if Dr. K. had no hand at all in the bufinefs !-Let not Mr. Fleet's difcreet heart think that the principal manufacturer in the London Review is employed in [criticifing fuch paltry

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productions as his Examination. But, if he had been fo employed, we know little of Dr. K. if he have not, like Mr. Fleet, too good an opinion of his own abilities to envy those of others. That the arguments, in his Review of Mr. J's tract, might feem weak to Mr. F. is not at all to be wondered at, as he appears by no means qualified to understand them. They were of a kind, not calculated for the ignorantlyadmiring many, but for the judicioufly-approving few: fome of whom would moft probably have controverted them, had they been controvertible. Mr. F. did not prefume to attempt it fo that Dr. K's attack, as it is here called, on Mr. J. had all the fuccefs the affailant expected; and no confequent prejudice against any writer in favour of Mr. J. could fubfift. We would, indeed, endeavour, if poffible, to fet Mr. Fleet here a little right. He talks of being himfelf a writer in favour of Mr. Jenyns. What value Mr. J. may fet upon his favour we know not; but we cannot regard, the fuffrage of fo frivolous an advocate as in any degree favourable to him*. We look upon it, indeed, as the greateft difparagement to that gentleman's performance, that its numerous admirers are fuch fuperficial reafoners and half-taught scholars as our Addreffer. -His great caufe of offence, however, with us, feems to be, our not having faid enough of his book. He would have had us retail his whole pamphlet; for, fays he, "even granting that a metaphorical impropriety may be in a fentence, does it follow, that every other part of the book muft contain it?" --Contain it! Contain what? The fentence, or the metaphorical impropriety? Or is either to be repeated in every part of the book?-Mafter Fleet calls us fools, and would have us take fhame to ourselves: but, to reply in his own ftrain, we cry, Shame upon him-Shame upon the heads of the College that made fuch a block head a batchelor ;-and fhame upon the Bifhop that ordained fuch a dunce a deacon.-We cannot in common charity fuppofe this pert junior as yet a priest.

It is truly laughable to hear Mr. Fleet, placing himself fide by fide with Mr. Jenyns, complain of the malevolence exerted against them.

W.

The

The Defolation of America: a Poem. 4to. is. 6d. Kearfly.

A nervous defeription and pathetic lamentation of the horrours of war in America. That the fcenes defcribed are truly, even peculiarly, lamentable, we with forrow confefs; but we cannot altogether impute them, as doth the poet, to the wilful wickedness of Great Britain; or think the regular troops of Europe more cruel and ferocious than the half-difciplined provincials of America. But fiction, not truth, is the province of a Poet: we wish there were lefs truth, than there probably is, in the imagined defolation, here described.

We, yet, by no means recognize the features of Britons, in the butchers of the Americans, defcribed, in the beginning of the poem.

"THROUGH the dim fhades by frantic terror led, From scenes of blood a hoary parent fled;

A tender virgin breathlefs with her fears,

Hung on his arm, and bath'd him with her tears:
With wearied fteps, and with distracted air,
Follow'd the faithful partner of his care.

Through the lone fhadows of furrounding night
Trembling they fled, for death purfu'd their flight.
And oft they flopp'd, and oft they turn'd their eyes,
Where a vast flame thot raging to the fkies,
While every gale that mov'd the dusky air,
Pierc'd their fad ears with accents of defpair.
Here horrid fhouts of barbarous triumph flow,
Blended with groans, and mingling fhrieks of woe:
Their feebler wails and dying accents rife,
And rage remorfeless thunders to the fkies.-
Now filent had they reach'd a mountain's fide,
Whofe paths unviolated forests hide:

There paus'd awhile their fteps, while each furvey'd
The diftant ruin, from the friendly fhade.-
At length the wretched mother thus began,
While down her cheeks the liquid forrows ran.
And art thou, miferable daughter, preft
Once more to thy afflicted parent's breaft?
And do thefe clofing eyes thy form befold;
Thefe tears bedew thee, and these arms infold?
Yet ah! what pangs, what horrors feize my mind,
Ruin and death purfuing close behind!

I fee, I fee fwift burtling through the fhade,
The cruel foldier, and the reeking blade.
And there the bloody crofs of Britain waves,
Pointing to deeds of death an host of ilaves.
To them unheard the wretched tell their pain,
And every human forrow fues in vain:
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