PHYSIC, SURGERY, &c. *Rowley on the Sore Throat, 38 Monro's Burfæ Mucofa, 125 fol. Hunter on Hot Climates, 8vo, Pharmacopeia Londinenfis, 25 6d 12mo, Jebaon foues on Diftortions of the Spine, 4s Ditto Marcard on the Ufe of Pyrmont Waters, Ditto *Bowdler's Letters from Holland, 6s Rebet Original Stories, &c. 28 6d Memoirs of Mrs. Archer, 4 vols, 125 Continuation of Yorick's Sentimental jour ney, 25 éd White Matthews's Voyage to Africa, 55 Keny Harris on the Slave Trade, is 6d Sinchdale IS Leweldon Hill, 25 6d Jekyll, an Eclogue, 18 68 *The Abbey of Ambresþury, 25 The Mithodion, 2s 6d Diny Bet Faulder Cad Stockdale Rivingtors Debrett Cadell Gardner Robiefont The Ruffian Prophecy, 15 Greenwood's Poem on Shooting, 28 B Idquir Mifs Thompson's Poems, 55 Rubardjon The Fate of Sparta, a Tragedy, 1968 Robinjent Love in the Eaft, an Opera, is 6d The Wrongs of Africa, Part II. 2s Mullinghan's Poems, 5s Lownde Faulder Loronda Ridzeway Fat der Symonds An Addrefs to the Ladies, 19 What AMICUS enquires after is in great ford, belongs to the parish of Ealing, of forwardness at the prefs. which the Rev. Charles Sturges i vicar, and patron of George chapel in Old Brentford. Mr. Banister's Letter on Mores's "H:f tory of Tunstall" is not adapted to the plan of the Magazine; but it shall be printed, if he chufes it, at large in the publication to which it more immediately alluder. RS obferves, "A fquabble between Ba retti and Mrs. Piozzi has brought out a curious piece of information, which the Lady thought proper to fupprefs in her Anecdotes, that Dr. J. in a reasonable time after Mr. T's death, put the queftion of matrimony to her. The negative that followed was the real caufe of their feparation, and of the coolness that fubfifted between them during the remainder of the Doctor's life." SONNET Andre's tomb, [lyre, Nor fweeter Milton ftruck the mournful defire, [doom; And call'd the Nymphs to weep his Lycid's But brighter does th' immortal chaplet bloom, That crowns our Elliott's brow-with mightier fire [wire Pindar ne'er burn'd. Proceed, the Epic Awake, and with a noble pride alfume That throne, affign'd thee in the Mufe's fane: The toils of wife Ulyffes' fon invite Erroneous, and great Maid! as yet the theme Unfung,-fo fhall thy glory eclipfe the train Df female flars, that deck fair Greece with light, And fhine for ever with unrival'd beam. Sutton Coldfield, April 3. ODE XXX. Book 1. OF HORACE. Tranfluted by the Same. C NIDOS' and Paphos' lovely Queen! For once thy much-lov'd Ifle defpife, For once attend thy Glycera's votive fane, And view the fragrant odors fweetly rise. Let haite thy fervid boy with thee, The Nymphs and Graces arm in arm With loofen' zones, perfuafive Mercury, And youth who knows not without thee to charm. Each lovely fweet to decorate his fong: Deigu now, of Poefy the brightest fair, Deign to accept a youthful poet's lay, Who, tracing oft with zeal thy numbers bland, Whether when Lucifer leads on the day, Or gentle Evening, with dew-fprinkled hand, O'er the hufh'd woods her shadowy mantle throws, With Emulation's fires at every beauty glows. Whofe fympathetic bofom joys to fwell With fond emotion, when the focial figh Is claim'd by Mis'ry's deep-empaffion'd cry, Aim'd at each heart where focial virtues dwell; Permit a Bard to ftring his votive fhell To thy immortal name, that foars on high To meet the fmite of heav'n. Still in thybreaft Retain the ardent zeal of chearing woe, Of foothing forrows, wakeful cares to reft, And aiding innocence. So fhalt thou know Th' ecftatic joy of being for ever Lieft, When angels crown thy toils with palm. f endless glow. T'affif the foil, and aid the rifing flow'rs; In fairest dyes th' embroider'd tulip fhows, Now warmer feafons ripe the blushing rose; Here the pale lily wantons in the wind; There varied packs frefn tweets diffuse behind. Branches in branches twine throughout the grove; With equal ardor fhoot, and meet, and love; Beneath his fpreading weight the old elm bends; [tends; The sturdy oak with Heav'n for height conThe curling ivy here his wifh completes; And the tall chefnut lofty chefauts meets ;] Here where the trees ftill clofe their thick array. Two thady Labyrinths wind their fecret way; Where happy quiet resinsthe fov'reign queen, And no rud breath diurbthe peaceful fene; The feather'd choir alone her call obey, So large its fize, fo wide its circling fhade, You'd think a temple's form appears difplay'd A terrace' fummit laft the franger gains, That proudly overlooks the humble plains; From hence the eyes a large extent behold Wide paftures here, here waving fields of gold; A boundlets jay now rifes in the mind, From groves for pleasure, fields for use deSign'd. nature of love T car, SONNE T. Solvitur acris hyems gravă vice veris et Favori. IIE fpring appears within her rofe-butik [dew, The budding hawthorns drip the pearly And meads refume again their varied bue, Nor winter yells along the darken'd air. The hare-bell's velvet-head and primrote fair, With gandy daffodils, and vi lets blue, Along the vale their balmy fragrance strew, And the green foreits loofe their wavy hair *. Now fighing lovers tell the melting tale At clofe of eve, afide the murm/ring ftream While warbling notes foft die along the gale, And tender love alone is all the theme. Amid these scenes with Flora let me ftray, And gladfome mark the fweets of blooming May. I. V-LE, B.rm, TO DR. ADAMTHWAITE, On Occafion of bis VERSES, Vol. LVII. p. 439. HEIR thanks to thee Judæa's vallies raise And in full concert join ta harmonious layn choral firains of animating praife. On ev'ry bough appear the tuneful throng; The grove re echoes to their joyous fong Each day the mounds renew their balmy drefs, And ach ay produce of the year confels. e grally plats, with cheqingaifies [round: v. n'd, Line the sweet breathing walks, or quite furTore in the midft a facred yew extends, Whote fpreading leat from falling thowers defunds Proceed thy lowly-brethren ftill to greet The varied Verfe with facred treafure glows; In lays, as Hermon high, as Carmel tweet. Ophir's pure gold, and Sharon's lovely rofe. No forrows dim the lordly churchman's eyes, Tho' modeft Merit near the vineyard dies; Like Naboth dies: whileWatfon standing near CLERICUS. N. B. In the Greek motto to the Doct r's lines is a typographical error or two, which the reader will eafly rectify from his Septuagint; and one in the Latin motto, 66 tempore" for "tempora :" and in the last line but three for *6 its" read "Ho!" STANZAS TO LADY B For as glowing language as e'er eame The morning rose-bud bursting to the fight, dew, Contemplated with still increas'd delight, Thy youth, and bloom, and fweetnefs brings to view. Nature a correfponding voice bestows, The fine fenfations of thy breast to tell; The dulcet founds, thy ruby lips compofe, all The tendereft ftrains of Philomel excel. Ev'n in the fwan's, borne down the gentle ftream, Thy eaty way along its banks we trace Thy form fome fabled Naiad's form we deem, Moulded in fymmetry, and fluth'd with grace. And fill thy foft celeftial glances play Expresive from thy fpirit all benign, As in the fmiles of flattering hope clare; To ev'ry charm of filk and lace, When they but gaze of her. Juftice and Love, they both were blind But now reftor'd their fight we find, The double band let Justice fold, And veil thofe eyes defect, Let Love unbandag'd look around, Not he'll AN ODE TO EMILE. VIRTUE. Which that firarkoman Which erft the Roman breast inflam'd; Since made by you, fweet Nymph! divine. And all my youthful breaft infpire; While grateful founds my votive lyre: Thote charins which never can expires The objects of my foul s defire, Thee, O thou beautiful and good! How joyless pafs our fleeting years! And droop in this low vale of tears, To me, if you, celeftial maid! illume the darkness of my mind, That leads to prospects unconfin'd, Where Where endless glories fweetly rise, Me with fome more than mortal heat, More fervid than rapt poet's fire When they fome fav'rite theme repeat; For oh! if haply bleft with thee, Immortal would my transport be. Not all the world's feducive art Would devious then my youth mislead, For thou fhould'ft cling around my heart, And bless me in the rural fhade; Where inly rapt through life I'd fing What joys from thee, O Virtue! fpring. Effex, Harged. VOTIVE. "LOW the lies in the duft, and here memory fills me with grief! Silent is the tongue of melody, and the hand of elegance is now at reft ! -No more fhall the poor give thee his bleffing, nor the naked be warmed with the fleece of thy flock; the tear fhait thou not wipe away from the eve of the wretched. Where now, O Feeble, is thy wonted. help! No more, my fair, fhall we meet thee in the facial hall; no more fhall we fit at thy hofpitable board; Gone for ever is the found of mirth! The kind, the candid, the meek is now no more! Who can exprefs our grief! Flow, ye tears of woe !" INSCRIPTION, SPEARMANNI WASEY, Innocens & per beatus more florum decidi ; SONNET, Addressed to HENRY COWPER, Efq. Clerk Affitant to the House of Lords, on bis emphatical and intereffing Delivery of the Defence of WARREN HASTINGS, Efq. NOWPER! whofe filver voice, task'd fometimes hard, C Legends prolix delivers in the ears [peers, (Attentive when thou read'ft) of England's. Let verfe at length give thee thy just reward. Thou wait not heard with drowsy difregard, W J. F. born 1655, died 1744. A. F. born 1667, died 1752. E L E G Y on the De tb of a Goldfinch. HY mourn, Eliza! that untimely fate Obfcures the wonted brilliance of thy fight. [the great Why drops the tear? Who now amongst Has funk lamented to the fhades of night? 'Tis not the ermin'd noble that you mourn, But let thy tears, Eliza, dry away; M. Ор |