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two former. It was begun April the 18:9 1780, and continued to May the 7th 1781, during which interval the watch was carsied no less than fix journeys by land, from 110 to 220 miles each.
The greatest difference between its rates of going on any two days in these 13 months is 4" 1; namely, between its rates on June 2d and June 17th : and the greatest difference betwecn its rates on any one day and the dyimmediately following, is 2" 6; namely, between its rates on August 230 and 24th. But the principal point to be regarded in this erial, and in which all former watches, unless we except that of Mr. Arnold's men. tioned above, have failed, is its preferving the fame rate of going to the end of the trial: whereas it has happened, that all before it, and even this is the two foriner trials, have been continually accelerated, or continually retarded. The thermometer, kept with the watch, was never higher than 75, nor lower than 43:
From the Preface to this lide publication we ga:her, that it has been cauled, or at least hastened, by some illiberalities contained in a Preface that was prefixed, by the translator, to Mr. Klaver's Liter, relating to the going of one of Mr. Arnold's pendulun clocks, which was made for the Elector of Bavaria's Observatory at Manheim; an account of which is given in our Review for luft July. It is much to be regretted that liberality of fenciment is not more frequently connected with ingenuity than we find it to be: but if Mr. Mudge, or whoever else is the Author of the pamphlet before us, be hurt, either by what is put into, or left out of, that compofition, he might have accounted for the conduct which is there observed in a much more natural manner than he has done, if he had known, as we do, that he is the perion alluded to, as holding a conversation concerning the sticking of watches together with lealing-wax, with KONE OF the Kings of Brentford, we suppose ; for the words « one of the greatett personages of the kingdom” will not apply to any other kind of persons in it. We much wish, also, that the Author of the work before us had not let the ill-nature of another person betray him into recrimination; for the table which he has given by no means proves that his clock goes bet. ter than the Elector's. Comparisons, at such great distances as 73, -6, 67, and even 146 days, prove nothing at all. The clck, for authe that appears to ihe contrary, might have altered its rate of going several seconds between any two of these comparisons, and yel, when its iotal gain or loss were divided an.ong fu many days, have appeared to go even more regular than his table makes it do. Indeed, what Mr. Mayer has done, though far less exceptionable ihan this accoun:, is but little to the purpose; and for the same reason : comparisons made twice in a month are too wide to determine the daily rate of a clock's going with any degree of precision. And after all, we confefs, that we should not have thought of exhibiting, even this going, as any extraordinary thing, after what had been done by Mr. Ellicot's clock at St. Helena, as published by Mr. Mason in the Philosophical Transactions for 1962; by Mr. Shelton's, at St. John's College, Cambridge, as given by the Rev. Mr. Ludlam, in the account of his observations made there in 1767 and 1768; the Transit clock at Greenwich, and many others which might be named ; and against the accounts of which no such objections lie.
As we have been led to animadvert on the Preface to Mr. Mayer's Letter, we cannot help mentioning a mistake or two which are in it; but which, had the Author written with more modesty and good-nature with respect to other artists, might probably have been overlooked. In the first place, he says, that, “ Mr. Harrison tried a number of methods to get rid of oil, but it seems without success.” This is a mistake: Mr. Harrison did get rid of it. He used no oil to the pallets of his pen-, dulum clock; neither did he use any to two of his large timekeepers. Cycloidal cheeks are also mentioned as an improvement of Mr. Arnold's. Now it is well known to every one who was acquainted with Mr. Harrison, and his inventions, that he had not only applied such cheeks to pendulum clocks, but had also discovered that those cheeks ought not to be perfect cycloids; and that he had contrived to make them in such a manner that their curvature could be altered at pleasure, uncil they were found, by experiment, to answer the end proposed in applying them. This is a thing not hinted at among the improvements mentioned in the Preface now under consideracion. See Oblervations made at St. John's College, Cambridge, by the Rev. Mr. Ludlam, p. 138.
Arr. V. The Baron Kinkvervankot dor/prakingatchderz. A new
Mufical Comedy. As performed at the Theatre. Boyal in the Hay-, Market. By Miles Peier Andrews, Esq. Svo. Is. 6d. Cadell.
1781. T HIS publication is an appeal from the people to the
people! from the many in the theatre to the few in the closet. The Musical Comedy of The Baron did not, it seems,
_" pit, box, and gallery, and all that, 'egad!”-as Bayes phrases it; but the Writer refers it from the turbulent (peculators to the gentle readers.
The two following paragraphs, extracted from the Preface, contain the chief realuns assigned as the motives of this public cation,
· The very extraordinary circumliances which attended the hearing, or rather the not hearing of this piece, with the subsequent con
tentions which it occasioned, would seem fufficiently to call for its publication : chese circumstances, however, the Author would certainly have foregone, rather than apcear to make appeals from the determination of the Public; but having been charged with bringing on a police Theatre many low and gross indecencies, many vulgar and improper allusions, justice, and not vanity, obliges him in fome measure to rescue bimself from so ungentleman-like a condu&t. la doing this, however, the Author begs that it may now, as well as formerly, be perfectly understood, he could never mean to dispute the judgment, or oppose the decided opinion of the town ;-all he ever withed or requested was, a fair and candid trial, that their cpi. nion might be supported by dignity and justice.'
• In a word, the Author begs again to repeat, that he does not mean to murmur at the public decree ; but having been charged with intentions he is not conscious of, and baving been unkindly denied a Candid hearing, after he had carefully erased every passage he could conceive objectionable, he takes the opportunity, when cumule has subsided, and the voice of contention is heard no more, to leave it in the breast of every dispassionate reader to determine, whether dulness and indecency pervade his scenes throughout.'
Juftice obliges us to confess, that the dialogue of this piece, even purged as it now is, is not remarkably chaste. A certain pruriency of imagination seems to keep the Author in a perpetual pursuit of double entendre, which he fometimes effects adroite by enough, and often but clumsily. The fable of this play is avowedly founded on a German anecdote, lately presented to the Public, in the form of a novel, by a Lady of Quality: but the Author has also visibly had recourse to the Candide of Vol. taire, and Sterne's Tristram Shandy. The name of the Curate does not, as we remember, occur in the dialogue ; but in the list of the Dramatis Perfone, he is openly stiled Panglofs: but, bating his name, and his doctrine of Optimism, he is but a poor copy from the original of Voltaire. The following scene, one of the best in the piece, will immediately recal Uncle Toby and Corporal Trim to the memory of our Readers. • SCENE, An Antichamber. The Baron's Calle discovered; fer
vants entering with forubbing-brushes, brooms, &c. « Groot. Lord, Dagran, how rired I am!
• Dag. Why to be sure, Mrs. Grootrump, these cursed old apartments do take a consumed deal of cleaning.
• Groot. Yes, and we are to do all the business by ourselves ;-I am sure you and I work from morning till night, and from night till morning again; bus 'is all labour in vain, I lee!
• Dag. I am sorry for it! but these devilish long galleries (with the wind coming in at one end, the rain at another, and the dust on all sides) would conquer the patience of Job.
• Groot. Aye; and when I have done here, then am I forced to trundle down into the kitchen; serve up breakfast ; cook the dinner ; waih the dishes, and scrape enough out of them to make fupper ; belides drelling our young lady in the morning; writing out the accounts ac noon; and fucking up the old Baron at night! Oh! I can never hold it long! If it was not for the comfort you give me, I should be found some morning lifeless in my bed.
• Dag. Come, come, Grootrump, an not I as hard ridden as you are ?
• Groot. No, no! not altogether.
• Dag. Don't I afilt in cleaning the castle? Don't I sweep the ftable, cake care of the horses, feed the hogs, dig in the garden, and fay Amen to the curate; besides waiting on my master Hogreltan, who's the very devil himself for tiring a perfon..
• Groot. Aye! what with his long account of storms and breaches - Daz. Aye, but we have met with some disasters, as I can fafely say, who have gone through the same duty with him.-- A great many subs (rubbing with the brulo) a great many rubs, that's certain ! and then to get no higher than a Lieutenant at the age of fifty ; fad promotion !
• Groot. Yes, but he hopes to get a better promotion now; for he feems to have fixed an eye on our young lady, in an honourable way; and a shameful thing it is ac bis cime of life, I can tell him.
• Dag. Very true--and then fo humble, and so diftant, that he'll never come to the point.
• Groot. Well, give me an active man for my money (puning tbe chair forward). None of your srivella decay'd old gentlemen, that make love without knowing how. Enter Hogrekan, with a Stick and long Pipe ; takes two or three Strides
about the Stage without noticing them. Dag. None of your call, aukward, forlorn figures, that stride about a place like a ghoft! that one scarce knows when they're prefent or not.- Always thinking of romeihing else, poring and puffing.
• Groot. (Leaning over the chair) No, nobody minds fuch fuity people
• Dag. Over another chair opposite) No, no, nobody cares for them, more than an old[Hogrestan comes betwixt 'em, and drops bis fick, as if absent, with
griat force, and they fiart.] Hog. -jack boot! they could not mean it! • Groot. (in a fright) Lord bless us! I hope he has not overheard as!
• Dag. O don't be alarmed, he thinks too much to hear any thing. • Groot. Then I'll take care not to give him another opportunity.
[Exit running. · Hog. Why, Dagran, do'st thou recollect my old regimental boots, that hung across the Baron's great aunt, in the gallery i those that I wore at my first campaign?
• Dag. To be sure, your honour- I shall never forget them! They came up (if I recollect) to your Honour's hips, and as roomy as the boot of a Itage coach.
• Hog. Then thou rememberest when Count Grunderditch and Baron Filchenberg gave me a moft mortal affront by putting a leg of mulcon, and other provision, taken on our march, unperceiv'd by me, into the top of them, and when I paraded into the next quarters, they tumbled out, to the confusion of the whole corps,
i Dag. And how I said upon the occa Gon, that such a gallant gen. tleman as Lieutenant Hogreftan-such a wonderful oficer
• Hog. Yes, who had seen service
• Dag. Such a Itrict disciplinarian, says l-attach'd to fogging from his infancy
• Hog. Ave, from theory
· Dag. Yes, and from practice-knows all the perfections of a fol. dier ; so upr ghi, and so unforgiving! so clean and so poor; such a length of time in the service, and no promocion !
• Bog. Very true, Dagran.
• Dag. o, says I, it's a mortal shame! a leg of mutton in a sol. dier's boots! I am sick at the thought!
• Hog. I am obliged to thee-thou hast long been a faith!ul servant to me, and interests thyself in all my dillresses; lo come hither! I have something to impart to thee of great consequence ; see that the door is faftened.
"Dag. Ay, your honour, the door is fast enough-but here are such a damn'd number of chinks and crannies in this old mansion, that there is no certainty of not being over heard at any time-it is a rare piece of antiquity—this castle, that's the cruth on't.
. Hog. What think'R thou chen of my becoming maler of it?
• Hog. No, good Dagran, I mean by marriage; thy poor head is always running upon fortifications, breaft-works, horn-works, and
• Dag. Ay, your honour, it's all the same thing.
• Hog. I hope not. Thy ignorance, good Dagran, faves chee from all intention of offence--however, I must inform thee, that there are great difficulties to struggle with.
• Dag. So much the better for your honour's courage.
• Hog. But then, Dagran, think how heavily it would fit upon a gentleman, whom fortune has long born hard upon, to be thus crossed in his affections at fifty years of age, in his first paflion, the very infancy of his love, the very dawn of his regard
Dag. The second childhood, your honour would say. • Hog. I would not say any such thing! but con Gider how difficult it is to attack with vigour, and yet win with gentleness; to open one's trenches, and not discover one's weakness!
• Dag. Lord, your honour, don't mind, you'll discover nothing.
• Hog. Honelt Dagran, thy zeal overpowers thee! thou forgettek that ugly wound I received in my last campaign.
• Dag. The enemy will think it an honourable mark.
• Hog. (haking the ashes from bis pipe) I have nothing left to code sole me.
• Dag. Your honour's pipe is out.
• Hog. (looking at his pipe in a melancholy posture) -Not a spark re-. maining.