with great fatisfaction. As our Bard, in the beginning, difclaims all merit of verfification, a criticism on his numbers might feem invidi- . ous but to make amends for the mediocrity of his poetry, his Epiftle abounds with ftrong manly fenfe, moral reflections, and keen fatire: and though we cannot fay that his matter is altogether new, yet we frequently meet with original and spirited turns of expreffion. R-d Art. 15. Odes on the four Seafons. By W. Seymour. 4to. Printed at Bury St. Edmonds; and fold by Millar, &c. in London. I S. * As Mr. Seymour modeftly (in his Preface) pleads his youth, in excufe for the imperfections of thefe Odes, and feems really conscious that they have their defects, they fhall be exempted from fuch ftrictures as, otherwife, we might have paffed upon them. He fays, they are the effays of an infant Mufe;'-it evidently appears, that they are fuch: but the Author may produce better things when his Muse comes to age. ❖ said tobe Cuthbert Sherr The Author has certainly been happy in the choice of his fubject. As to his verfes, but we forbear: perhaps, as the Northern Hero said, after a loft battle, he may do better another time. Art. 17. Freedom, a Poem, in two Books: The first, respecting Man in general, as a focial Creature; the fecond, respecting Man as a rational Creature. Addreffed to the Right Hon. William Pitt, Efq; 4to. 2s. 6d. DodЛley.. After a painful perufal of this poem, we are forry to fay, that its execution is very unworthy of the fubject, or the patronage of that eminent Statesman to whom it is addreffed: the whole being little better than a jargon of words, thrown together without spirit, harmony, or fenfe. K-n-k Art. 18. The Actor, a poetical Epifle to Bonnell Thornton, Efq; 4to. Is. Dodsley. It has been frequently remarked of the Player, as well as the Poet, nafcitur non fit. But, however impoffible it is that mere rules fhould make a Player of a man who is not in a great degree qualified by nature for fo difficult a profeffion; certain it is there are precepts and cautions, which, duly obferved, will not only greatly affift thofe whofe natural talents would otherwife never raife them to any perfection; but will prevent thofe of the beft talents, from falling into abfurdities, which the audience are frequently better judges of than themselves. The very ingenious Author of this little Epiftle, does not here take upon him to treat regularly of the whole art of acting; but only fuch 8 517. fuch particular parts of it, as he probably thinks are the best adapted to the prefent improvement of the stage. He begins by exploding the prevailing vice, of imitation, which has in fact spoiled most of our rifing Players. Acting, dear Bonnell, its perfection draws If 'mongst the humble Hearers of the pit, The Poet then breaks out into a juft and spirited eulogium on Mr. Garrick, the great object of imitation among the inferior fons of the bufkin. He then goes on to cenfure the most striking errors in the theatrical action of our prefent Players. Unskilful Actors, like your mimic apes, Will writhe their bodies in a thousand shapes; However foreign from the Poet's art, No tragic Hero but admires a start. What though unfeeling of the nervous line, While a whole minute equipoiz'd he stands, When Romeo forrowing at his Juliet's doom, There is doubtlefs nothing more ridiculous in a Player, than this studied affectation of attitude. Again, the Poet very juftly cenfures the difagreeable practice, not uncommon even with Players of great merit, of over-acting their parts; a vice which fome Critics conceive the British Rofcius himfelf is too apt to fall into. Of all the evils which the flage molest With fhrug, and grin, and gefture out of place, And though upon the ftage, he feem'd no Play'r. But acting words is labour too minute. He goes on to condemn, with equal justice and propriety, the monotony of fome Actors, the rant of others, and the inattention of mot; as alfo the feveral ftage tricks of drefs and ghosts, and the abfurd entertainments of Pantomime; concluding with the following apology for, and addrefs to, the Actor; which we infert as a farther fpecimen of the Author's ftile and easy verfification. Shall they who trace the paffions from their rife Yet, hapless Artist, tho' thy fkill can raise And latest times th' eternal Nature feel. The pliant muscles of the various face, The mein that gave each fentence ftrength and grace, Are gone, nor leave a single trace behind. K-n-k Art. 19. ELEGIES. By Mr. Delap. 4to. 6d. Dodfley. Too many are induced to write, by the want of money; but this Gentleman feems to have been yet more unfortunately influenced (as we conclude from the tenor of thefe Elegies) by the want of health: a fituation which he here pathetically laments, in ftrains that appear to A flow from a mind full fenfibly affected, tho' not impaired, by the fubject. In the first Elegy, SL. EFP is invoked to favour the Poet with her benign influence; but in vain. This induces a plaintive display of the fuperior happinet's enjoyed even by the poor Labourers in the mines whofe toils and rewards he thus, with feeming envy, defcribes. Many a fathom from the funny breeze, A focial blaze to cheer their ev'ning hearth. To fpread with fuch coarfé fare their homely board, Free from those ills that haunt their pamper'd Lord; The fecond Elegy, addreffed to SICKNESS, moft feelingly expreffes her unwelcome influence over an infirm conftitution: altho', at the fame time, the Author fhews a becoming refignation; and only defires the balm of friendship to alleviate his futterings. The opening of the poem is extremely natural, as fuppofed to be the effufion of a mind harraffed by bodily pain; especially in that enlivening season of the year, when all Nature feems rejoicing around us, and, (as one of our Poets beautifully expreffes it)" Triumphing in existence."We shall give the first ten verfes of this Elegy; and then take leave of our Author, heartily wishing him better health, and more pleafing fubjects for his poetical amufement. How blith the flowery graces of the Spring From Nature's wardrobe come: and hark how gay Each glittering infect, hovering on the wing, Sing their glad welcome to the fields of May. They gaze, with greedy eye, each beauty o'er; Their life's fhort day no pause of pleasure knows. Like their's, dread Power, my chearful morn difplay'd Yes, Yes, ere I told my two and twentieth year, I faw them rove through pleafure's flowery field; Eager to burit my bonds, but forc'd to yield. Bear the rough blast of each tempestuous hour! Too rigid Queen! unnerve the foul's bright powers, Art's magic charms, and Nature's fairy bowers. No, let me follow fill, thofe bowers among, The foul to fhare her frail companion's fmart, From friendship's tongue, fo fweet upon the heart. But a brief name upon a little flone, Without one murmur I embrace my doom. MISCELLANEOUS. Art. 20. Memoirs of the Marechal Duke de Belleifle, Secretary at War to the French King, and Prince of the Empire. Tranflated from the French. 8vo. 1 s. Pridden. It is no great matter whether this pamphlet be really a translation from the French, or not; fince we dare venture to fay, there is not a Grub-street Writer in town, but might have informed himself (and that without ftirring out of his garret, or being able to read one word of French) of all that is recorded in thefe Memoirs; the Writer not being able even to fill a loosely-printed pamphlet, of fix and thirty pages, without having recourfe to the Hiftory of the Marthal's grandfather, as well as that of the Marshal himfelf. As our Hiftorian fets out with a remarkable anecdote concerning this perfonage, we need go no farther for an inftance of his fagacity, and profound knowlege in biography. Many of our Readers must remember to have heard of the following compliment, which, among the many grofs flatteries of that time, was |