This certainly will admit of Dr. Johnson's explanation, adders with their fangs or teeth undrawn; but I rather think it means with their poisonous teeth extracted, according to the custom which the Doctor himself adverts to of mountebanks. The Prince would trust them only when they were rendered harmless. Thus Hotspur says to his inquisitive wife : "I well believe "Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know, ACT V. 362. "He should the bearers put to sudden death, "Not shriving time allow'd." Another proof, exclaims Mr. Steevens, of Hamlet's Christian-like disposition; the injunction indeed is not conformable to the principles professed by Christians; but Hamlet is exhibited, not as a pattern of Christian orthodoxy, but as a young man, frail and passionate; and though in defending the general reprobation with which the ingenious commentator had laboured to brand the character of Hamlet, he is certainly warranted in rejecting any contra evidence unconnected with the drama itself; yet a jury of candid poets, I believe, would acquit the hero of this play, at least in the present instance, upon his own words and conduct. He shews in his first interview with these men, that he considers them as inere spies; and since they do nothing to obviate that imputation, and are at length the convicted agents of the most atrocious treachery, I believe a generous critic would not scruple to give full credit to the Prince's ve racity, when he tells his friend, that he knew these men were not only privy to the King's design, but eager and active in promoting it; and consequently would not violently condemn the stratagem adopted for their destruction. 485. "The king hath laid," &c. Dr. Johnson says, he does not understand this wager; and Mr. Steevens chuses to consign the terms of it to the acuteness and sagacity of the Jockey Club: but surely there is no necessity for intrud-\ ing on the serious and important avocations of those gentlemen in the present case. "The King hath laid, that in a dozen passes between yourself and Laertes, he shall not exceed you three hits; he shall not hit you three times oftener than you will hit him; if in the dozen passes Hamlet shall be hit seven times, and Laertes only three, the King will lose the wager." [To be continued.] G-VOL. XIII. ORIGINAL POETRY. SONNET XV. By the young Lady, Author of the preceding Series. When on the earth its form insensate lies: II. For there has Trial ne'er assum'd its sway Nor Envy there has prov'd her cruel Art, To stab, with treacherous hand, another's Fame; Perverting all the feelings of the Heart. But free of every stain, nor by our Ills opprest, SONNET. To the Author of the preceding Sonnets. What heavenly pathos! ah at every swell How sinks the soul with many a tender thought! Ah! how delicious! when the grey-eyed Eve More sweet than that this songstress loves to weave! Then say! what forest or what glen contains That nymph who warbles such enrapturing strains. O. 8th, 1801. SONNET, FROM CAMOENS. WITHIN a grove, the haunt of Nymph and Fay, There Cupid came, who long a rule had made The maid who watch'd the time with eager eyes, The Sesta is very common in Portugal, and signifies the repose usually taken in the afternoon by the natives of that warm climate. + As séttas traz nos olhos :-literally-" She brings the arrows in her eyes." Nonnus calls the eyes the archers of love, ακοντιςηρες εξωτων. This sonnet which in the conclusion differs a little from the original, is the 20th in the edition of Camoens alluded to in our last. SONNET TO FRIENDSHIP. O Friendship! source of every heartfelt joy, Celestial maid! oh come, and with thy hand, Guide my frail bark o'er life's tempestuous sea; And let thy mild Favonian gales expand My willing sails-and every hope convey; For ah ! depriv'd of thee, wreck'd on Despair's dark strand, Live rpool. J. B. THE FAN OF LOVE. To M***** with a Fan on which was drawn CUPID bearing the club of HERCULES. CUPID with wanton roguery stole Alcides' heavy arms : Panted with pride his joyful soul : So march'd majestically droll, Love, half o'ercome by Fear's alarms, Yet, led by artful Mirth, in spite of Fear's control. Weary, at length, his load he threw Beneath a trembling rose: The shudd'ring Nymphs soft show'rs of dew And leafy clouds of fragrance strew, And hush him to reposé : Then for his FAN the rustling Zephyr flow; And as its folds unclose, Sylphs of the ambient air, ten thousand odou rs blew. 'Tis thus, my DELIA, those who love, Oft sink o'ercome with care: Some tremble with despair As o'er its fallen nest the dove Beats with wild wing the air; So views yon youth the corse, whose soul Heav`n cites above. As oft, my Delia, as we think On this, we'll lead Content, Who lives on Pleasure's flow'ry brink, With roses crowns her crystal drink, To our woe-beaten tent; She'll teach us ne'er at storms to shrink, Or, when with toil we're bent, She'll wave the fan of Love as to repose we sink. T. NOBLE. TO MR. COOKE, Of the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden *You know, dear G eorge, I'm none of those,” Who rhyming should prefer to prose; But what of that ?—Strange things sometimes Will long maintain strange rhymes uncommon Why haps it, Sir, for here's the thing, To pay The Miser, trembling to disburse, |