Thus David on Goliath rose;

Thus call'd on God, and quell'd his might,
Full soon-'twas Nelson's star that glar'd—
The cannon's horrid work is done;
And, what his iron storm had spar'd,
Have Wreck and Conflagration won.
Yes! -while the swelling Despot roar'd
For "ships, and vassal realms afar,”
Our angry Heroes, all aboard,

Craz'd his hopes, and cow'd his war.
Let the shout of conquest rise!
A double navy disappears! -
No!-silent all:-the triumph dies,
And exultation melts in tears.

What dims the lightning in Britannia's eye?

Why droops her dang'rous Lion on the shore?
Why sudden pause her thousand thunders?-Why!
Her Pride, her Life, her Nelson-is no more!'

Mr. B.'s friend, in the Song annexed, is not more successful than himself:

They strike-they yield-their flags are prone,

On every side we tear them down ;'

this is a just but not a poetical description of the action; and we are not satisfied with having the death of the hero thus tamely sung, The hour is come, and 'tis decreed

That glorious Nelson's self must bleed.'

The death of Nelson, including all the circumstances of it, forms an affecting subject for the orator and the poet. He may be considered as expiring in a moment most propitious to his fame ;-in the moment, considering his ill state of health, which not only he himself but his friends would have chosen ;—and it might be said, to borrow the words of a lady on this occasion, as we heard them applied,

Art. 23.

"In his death was no sting,

In his grave-everlasting victory."

Modern Paris a free Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal. Cr. 8vo. 2S. Hatchard. 1805.

The Roman Satirist says of himself, Facit indignatio versum: but it is not always true that passion and poetry are united. Indignation must be disciplined by discretion; or otherwise we turn with disgust from the censurer. To deal forth abuse by wholesale may gratify resentment, but it will, in a great measure, defeat its own purpose. When the picture is blackened beyond all bounds of probability, the artist fails to obtain credit, and we think of the old adage, the devil is painted blacker than he is." This poetical imitator has, we think, allowed his rage too wide a scope ; in consequence of which, his poem cannot survive the enmity which at present subsists between England and France. In the spirit of patriotism, we make this remark; for while

we devoutly wish success to our country in the present important struggle, we would not combat the foe with base and dishonourable weapons. If we reprobate the enemy, (and, in too many instances, he is reprehensible,) let us not be chargeable with, nor countenance, abuse; let us not write, nor patronize, any thing of which, in the hour of tranquillity, we shall be ashamed. Many circumstances in Bonaparte's conduct are fair objects of satire: but there is something too coarse in this couplet :

Again,

• Such as was ne'er exhibited before,

The coronation of a r— and wh-.'

Hear Bonaparte's lust, in Barras' lot,

Cold to his friend, to his friend's mistress hot ;'

and the lines which soon follow do not seem to relate to his govern ment, but rather to the reign of terror :

Where Buonaparte offers to his God,

If God he have, the sacrifice of blood;
Where Jews, to prove Jews ev'ry where are found,
Hire even of the guillotine the ground;
Keep shops beneath the sanguinary shade,
Wet with the droppings from its fatal blade;
Which, like the sword of Damocles, in dread
Hangs by a hair above their guilty head.'

The author next divulges his wish respecting the Corsican: but it is in such obscure and hobbling verse, that we cannot applaud his taste, whatever we may say of his zeal:

On to the Thuilleries, where dwells, alas !

The source of all our suff'rings, next we pass ;
Where the straight avenue and prim parterre
Its want of taste and elegance declare;
As thus without, would only so within!
Would folly here ended not there in sin!
Here only art abus'd disgusts our sights,
There outrag'd Nature's robbed of all her rights.
There sits the tyrant (would there lay!) in state,
The fearful foe to all that's good and great;
Of France the scourge, the curse of all the world;
Not yet, soon surely to be from it hurl'd:
The modern Satan, by his imps ador'd,
In his own chaos by himself restor❜d.'

Bonaparte is not yet dismissed. Sape vocatus est ad partes.
• Sçavant or scavenger, his talents meet,

In both extremes, the study and the street.'

Through fire, air, water, earth alike speeds well,
If not to heaven, full as far-to hell.'

• When like a Bantam cock, he struts and crows,
Or, like Punch in a passion, squeaks and goes.'-

Such

Such are the squibs (called satirical) shot from this popgun.-An ardent supplication is offered to the Deity in behalf of England, in which the author prays that it may be

A second ark, after man's second fall,
Safe in itself that safety brings to all;
Its pilot Pitt, another Noah, sent,

As first of men, mankind to rescue meant."

Though the imitator is thus ardent in prayer for England, he appears, by the following couplet, to be a Frenchman. After having remarked that every prison is now become a Bastile, he adds,

While former sov'reigns were content with one,

And our last Louis without that has done.'

The topsy-turveyism occasioned by the revolution, the dregs of Paris risen to the scum,' is a fair subject for the satiric muse: it is here delineated at some length; and the picture concludes with,

Another revolution may restore

All to their proper places as before.'

6

Dr. Johnson's beautiful and nervous imitation of this Satire, intitled "London," is familiar to our poetical readers; after which, Modern Paris' must appear to very great disadvantage. The state of morals in all overgrown cities is nearly the same: but we hope that London, with all its wickedness, is not so sunken in depravity as Paris; where Italians, we are told, import

Their vice without th' excuses of their sky,

And girls and boys at Palais Royal ply.'

Perhaps to the English verse of a French Royalist some allowance ought to be made; and, though we often smile at his lame and hobbling couplets, it is surprising, on the whole, that this poem is not more defective. The author has given full vent to his rage against the present ruler of France, and he wields the pen as a sort of pastime. or recreation, till he is summoned

-to wield the sword

Against her lawless, for her lawful Lord."

To make farther extracts would be to heap the plate of our poetical reader from a dish very indifferently cooked.

Art. 24. Nelson's Tomb, a Poem. By William Thomas Fitzgerald, Esq. Author of Nelson's Triumph, or the Battle of the Nile, &c. To which is added, an Address to England on her Nelson's Death. By the same Author. 4to. 2s. 6d. Asperne.

Even while the remains of our immortal warrior have been passing. ever the bosom of the ocean, to receive the merited honours of public interment, Mr. Fitzgerald has apparently exclaimed, in the words of our great bard,

"He must not float upon his wat❜ry bier
Unwept,

Without the meed of some melodious tear."

He

He has therefore employed his muse in weaving a laurel wreath for the brow of the hero, in suggesting ideas to the sculptor for the erection of his monument, in cherishing our noblest feelings, and in swelling the torrent of public lamentation, on which his revered ashes will be wafted to the tomb. After having delineated the approach of the warrior's remains to his native shore, and the lamentations of his admiring countrymen, the poet thus sketches his design for the tomb :

• In Parian marble let the SCULPTOR grave,

The deeds of NELSON on the boundless wave!
There let the vanquish'd Nile his homage pay,
Pale with the horror of ABOUKIR's day!
The blazing ORIENT should increase his dread-
The LOTOS trembling on the river's head.
Egypt's proud Pyramids, for ages found,
An useless wonder on a barren ground;
Now stand the monuments of British fame,
Inscrib'd by glory with her NELSON's name!
These, on the Tomb, must rise in lofty pride,
Sea-marks of triumph! peering o'er the tide.
The eye must view the Scandinavian yield
His gallant sword, and well defended shield;
The princely Dane his manly grief shall shew
For him, whom France once rendered Denmark's foe.-
Whole fleets subdued must grace the Hero's Shrine,
The sinking bulwark, and the broken line!
While brave Iberia, on her swelling flood,

Is drench'd in native, and in Gallic blood.
Partakers of their HONOUR'D ADMIRAL's doom,
Let DUFF, and COOKE, be mention'd on his tomb;
With ev'ry Briton who resign'd his breath,
And gain'd his Country's gratitude in death!
To crown the work, the Artist's skill must trace
A faithful copy of the HERO's face;

When VICTOR in TRAFALGAR's dreadful fight,
Glory convey'd him to the REALMS OF LIGHT!!
Emboss'd with gold, and full in public view,
These lines shall strike-emphatically true!
"This trophied Monument did England raise
To shew her Gratitude, and speak her Praise--
No other Epitaph her Nelson needs,

Than his own Name, and bis immortal Deeds!

In the address to England, Mr. F. describes, with energy, our Nelson's recent exertions in pursuit of the enemy, and the glorious circumstances of his last victory and death.

Mr. Fitzgerald's lines are pathetic and harmonious; and had not the poem reached us at a very late period of the month, we should probably have borrowed a few more of them for the gratification of our readers.

BOTANY.

BOTANY.

Art. 25. A Botanical Dictionary: or, Elements of Systematic and Philosophical Botany. By Colin Milne, LL.D. Author of Institutes of Botany, and Habitations of English Plants. The 3d Edition, revised, corrected, and very considerably enlarged Illustrated by Twenty five new Plates. 8vo. Price il. is., plain, 11. 15s. coloured. Boards. Symonds.

As we entered pretty fully into the merits of the first edition of this work, we shall now refrain from any particular analysis of its more enlarged and improved form. Though yet far from perfection, it is the most reputable publication of the kind in the English language; and the additional plates, and several of the new articles, eminently contribute to enhance its value. We fear, however, that Dr. Milne is unacquainted with some of the best recent sources of information, or he has treated them with unbecoming neglect. When the names of the elder botanists occur in almost every page, we have not been able to discern those of Sengbier, Bulliard, Hedwig, and others of nearly equal celebrity. The whole of De Jussieu's nomenclature was likewise worthy of insertion. We are, indeed, aware that the learned compiler may remind us of the increased bulk of his volume: but, if he had been careful to expunge all the superfluous passages, especially many of those which refer to very equivocal uses of plants, and to obsolete theoretical opinions, he would have preserved ample room for a complete explanation of the systematic vocabulary. It is likewise with concern that we perceive a disposition to subtract, on various occasions, from the merits and pretensions of the illustrious founder of the sexual system. With these and a few other excep tions, which may be of too minute a description to be pointed out, we would recommend this Dictionary to the attention not only of the tyro in botany, but to the student who has made some proficiency in that amusing and delightful science.

RELIGIOUS.

Art. 26. The Plague Stayed: a Scriptural View of Pestilence, par ticularly of that dreadful Pestilence the Small "Pox, with Considerations on the Cow-Pock; in Two Sermons, the first preached before the University of Cambridge, Feb. 24, 1805, with Notes and Illustrations; the second, in the Parish Church of Hinxton, Cambridgeshire, March 3, 1805. By the Rev James Plumptre, M.A. Fellow of Clare Hall, and Sequestrator of Hinxton. 8vo. 2s. 6d. Rivingtons.

We shall endeavour, with all possible brevity, to give the substance of these singular sermons. Mr. P. informs us that Mohammedanism, the Papal power, and modern Infidelity, constitute the threefold form of Anti christ; and that, as sin and punishment are connected in the divine administration, it may be concluded that this blasphemous and wicked power could not run its career without the visible signs of God's wrath, without some striking evils accompanying it. Accordingly we find the Vial of Wrath poured out. That "noisome and

* See Review, vol. xliii. p. 207., and vol. lix. p. (9.

grievous