Chap. III. of this Part, gives us the Culture of Maiz, or Indian Corn: and Chap. IV. contains, Experiments on Smyrna Wheat.-But for these particulars, we refer to the work it-Telf.

Part III. Treats of the Culture of Spring-Corn, Millet, and Rice, Leguminous Plants and Pot-Herbs, Flax and Hemp, artificial and natural Grass, and the Vine.

In this part we meet with many curious obfervations, and accurate experiments; all tending to fhew ftill farther the advantages of the new husbandry. But as we have already felected feveral paffages from the fecond part, for this very purpose; we may, perhaps, be excufed from giving any extract from the third: which, however, is worthy the perufal of every lover of agriculture.

The fourth and laft part treats of the various inftruments peculiar to, or useful in, the new husbandry: but as the defcriptions of them cannot well be rendered fufficiently intelligible without the plates with which they are accompanied ; we fhall beg leave to conclude our account of the work before us, by ftrongly recommending it to the notice of the public, as a clear, confiftent, well-connected, experimental Syftem of Agriculture.

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OR an account of the first volume of this work, we refer the reader to our Review for the month of January, 1758. This fecond and laft volume contains the fifth book of Odes, or Epodes; the Satires, Epiftles and the Art of Poetry. Mr. J. Duncombe is here alfo the principal tranflator. His affiftants are, William Duncombe, Efq; J. P. Shard, Efq; William Cowper, Efq; Mr. Fawkes, and W. C. Efq; The Epodes appear to be entirely Mr. Duncombe's own. He has been affifted only in the Satires, which, as the reader may fuppofe, are differently executed according to the different talents of the feveral Gentlemen concerned. Mr. Duncomb, no doubt, understands the author perfectly but his poetry, in this volume, is equally mufical and fublime with what we have read in the firft. At

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the end of the Odes we find this postscript.

The reader is • defired to add the following judicious remark to the Notes at the end of Book III. Ode 29. of the preceding volume. "It was communicated to us by the learned Dr. Lowth.

Non eft meum fi mugiat Africis
Malus procellis, Ver. 57, & feq.

All the modern Commentators feem to have quite mif• taken the meaning of Horace in the two last stanzas of this beautiful Ode. They are a continuation of the philofophical rant begun four ftanzas above. In this conclufion he is a perfect Epicurean: he treats a principal branch of religion, namely, prayer to the Gods, and trust in them for fuccour in difirefs, with the greateft ridicule, by ufing the most contemptuous expreffions, and the fevereft irony. Ad miferas preces decurrere, & votis pacifci; as mean and abfurd; as equally unworthy of the dignity of the Philofopher, and of the Divine Nature. Tum me, &c. "Then, for"footh, fays he, (i. e. when I have ftruck a bargain with "them) Caftor and Pollux will be fure to take care, and

carry me fafe, even in a wherry, thro' the most dangerous "feas, and the most dreadful ftorm." The whole train of this Ode, in which confifts its greatest beauty, will fufficiently juftify this interpretation. If authority is still wanting, take that of the old Scholiaft, who remarks on the three laft lines, that they are an irony. Dr. Bentley's arbitrary alteration of feret to ferat, entirely deftroys the fenfe of the paffage.'

The Editors, Meflrs. William and John Duncombe, begin their Preface to the Satires and Epiftles with a tranflation. of Father Sanadon's portrait of Horace, which, as it is not very long, we fhall tranfcribe.

Horace was undoubtedly one of the finest geniuses that the age of Auguftus produced. But wit alone, abftractedly confidered, is but a poor recommendation. Nay, experi ence every day fhews us, that it leads those who poffefs it into the greatest errors, if it is not under the direction of good fenfe and judgment. The wit of our bard fhines thro' all his works; but I will be bold to fay, that they derive their chief merit from the good fenfe contained in them. His thoughts are the genuine offspring of Nature. They 6 are dictated by truth and reafon. Unambitious to deck his ftyle with frivolous ornaments, which serve only to amufe fuperficial minds, he makes amends for the want of thefe, by the fublimity and luftre of his ideas and figures

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in his Odes, and by the chaftenefs of his elocution, and the propriety of his images, in his Satires and Epiftles. • Graces every where flow from his pen, and please the more, because they feem natural and unftudied. His poetry is not a barren foil: the ufeful and agreeable fpring up together: we are at the fame time entertained and inftructed. The mind finds itself enriched by fables, hiftory, and geography, which are fprinkled thro' the whole work with judgment, and without affectation. The heart is here

improved by a variety of wife reflections on the manners, and by lively draughts of vice and virtue. In a word, the tafte is formed by a compofition juft and correct, without 'constraint; full of grace and beauty without varnish; eafy and yet not negligent; majeftic, without bombaft; and always feasoned with so much wit and learning, as leave no room for difguft.

It rarely happens that an author fucceeds in different 'kinds of compofition; but Horace is equally happy in Lyric Poetry and Satire. He has not only united the beauties ' of Pindar, Alcæus, Anacreon, and Sappho, in his Odes, but found the means to trace a new path, and to substitute • himself as a model. He has the fame fuperiority in Satire.

He is more correct than Lucilius, and obferves a mean ⚫ betwixt the flaming invectives of Juvenal, and the obfcure brevity of Perfius: he has neither the bitter gall of the one, nor the peevish fpleen of the other. He rather aims to correct vice, than to expofe the guilty.

As to his morality, tho' he had unhappily imbibed the principles of Epicurus, yet he acknowleges a fingle power, ⚫ fuperior to all created beings, who will not fuffer crimes to pafs with impunity; to whom even Kings are accountable ❝ for their conduct, and who ought to be the fource and end of all their actions*.

• Horace teaches us, that our happiness confifts in the right • use of our reafon, and in curbing the tumultuous fallies ' of our paffions; that we cannot too foon devote ourselves 'to the study of wisdom; that nothing but virtue deferves ' our admiration; and that without it there can be no true ' liberty.'

The first Satire is, by J. P. Shard, Efq; adapted to the manners of the prefent times, and addreffed to the Earl of Corke. To the line Perfidus hic Caupo, we have the

following note, with which, as it is an anecdote, we fhall oblige our claffical readers. 'Mr. Markland has hit the blot in this paffage (where Caupo is palmed upon us for Juris-confultus) but has not been fo happy in his correction of it. The true reading, in all probability, is Cautor. The word is of the best authority: "Cautorem alieni periculi." CI-. • OERO. As likewife the propriety of its ufe for Juris-confultus, is manifeft, whofe proper bufinefs it was, in jure. cavere.-Melius ei cavere volo, quam ipfe aliis folet." CICERO de Valerio Juris-confulto." Quiq; aliis cavit (i. e., "Juris-confultus) non cavet ipfe fibi." OVID. The epithet perfidus added to it, makes a very humourous Oxymoron, as they call it, a pleasant contradiction in terms.

This

• conjecture is, I believe, an anecdote. I heard it many years ago; but cannot certainly fay, who was the author of it; but think it was the late Dr. Cockman.'

The editors have added to the Epiftles, a great number of Imitations, by different hands; of which thofe by the late Mr. Chriftopher Pitt are not the least valuable. His Imitation of the nineteenth Epiftle (to Mæcenas) of the first book, may ferve as an example.

To Mr. Low T H.

"TIS faid, dear Sir, no Poets please the town,
Who drink mere water, though from Helicon
For in cold blood they feldom boldly think;
Their rhimes are more infipid than their drink.
Not great Apollo could the train infpire,
Till generous Bacchus help'd to fan the fire.

Warm'd by two Gods at once, they drink and write,
Rhyme all the day, and tipple all the night.
Homer, fays Horace, nods in many a place,
But hints he nodded oftner o'er the glass.
Infpir'd with wine old Ennius fung and thought
With the fame fpirit that his heroes fought:
And we from Johnson's tavern-laws divine,
That Bard was no great enemy to wine.
'Twas from the Bottle King deriv'd his wit,
Drank 'till he could not talk, and then he writ.

Let no coif'd Serjeant touch the facred juice,
But leave it to the Bards, for better use:
Let the grave Judges too the glafs forbear,
Who never fing, and dance, but once a year.
This truth once known, our Poets take the hint,
Get drunk or mad, and then get into print;
To raise their flames indulge the mellow fit,
And lofe their fenfes in the fearch of wit:

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And when with Claret fired they take the pen,
Swear they can write, because they drink like BEN.
Such mimic Swift or Prior to their cost,

For in the rash attempt the Fools are lost.
When once a Genius breaks thro' common rules,
He leads a herd of imitating Fools.

If Pope, the Prince of Poets, fick a bed,
O'er fteaming coffee bends his aching head,
The Fools in public o'er the fragrant draught
Incline their heads that never ach'd or thought.
This must provoke his mirth, or his difdain,
Cure his complaint, or make him fick again.

I too, like them, the Poet's path pursue,
And keep great Flaccus ever in my view;
But in a diftant view-yet what I write,
In these loose sheets, muft never see the light;
Epiftles, Odes, and twenty trifles more,
Things that are born, and die, in half an hour.

What! you must dedicate,' fays fneering SPENCE,
• This year fome new performance to the Prince:
Though money is your fcorn, no doubt in time
You hope to gain fome vacant ftall by rhyme;
Like other Poets, were the truth but known,
• You too admire whatever is your own.'

round;

These wife remarks my modefty confound,
While the laugh rifes, and the mirth goes
Vex'd at the jeft, yet glad to fhun a fray,
I whisk into my coach, and drive away.

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to the public engage us to perufe and confider, we have met with few fo crude, erroneous, and indigefted, as this Enquiry into the Caufes of the Peftilence: which, in effect, has plagu❜d us not a little. For tho' it had been fufficient, perhaps, with the few, to have difmiffed it after a curfory reading, with as curfory a cenfure, yet, as the fubject is not a little affecting, we ima gine neither our readers in general, nor the author, would REV. Sep. 1759. acquiefce

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