Weep then, ye Muses, all! ingenuous weep!

Lament with me the Patriot-Hero fled;
A more than Brother claims our sorrows deep;
For Fox, the pride of Englishmen,-is dead!
'Well may ye start, and dread in wild dismay
The threaten'd loss of intellectual Light;
The polar star of Britain's passing day,

Is set-and gone for ever from our sight! 'Ye knew the noble treasures of his mind;

How truly great, how brilliant, and how just;
Ye crown'd him Dearest Friend of Human-kind,
And dauntless Champion of his Country's Trust."
Sprightly he led the enamour'd Youth along
To woo your Sister Goddess - fair and free-
To her he gave his hours, his soul, his song;
The fond, devoted, Slave of LIBERTY.

ENGLAND! thou knowest little of thy Friend,
If e'er thou view'dst thy Fox with jealous eye;
Too British was his bosom to contend
Against the meanest claim of Loyalty.

• No, when the Senate's dubious ranks, alarm'd
Fiercely pursued the Meteor of the day;
Your Patriot wisely paus'd-then boldly arm'd,
Defied his Foes-and bravely shew'd the way.

This shall the basest Calumny allow;

For past events, we know, too well have prov'd His Counsels true; ALL, smiling, own him Now, 'Alike of People and of King belov❜d.

Now-did I say? Alas! the hour is past;

The rosy dawn of Joy and Hope is o'er:
The mighty Patriot Now hath breath'd his last!
Our boasted Oracle is Now-no more!

What if the eye in Life's perplexing road,

Some little errors in his path have spied?

"Draw not his frailties from their dread abode !"
"For e'en his frailties lean'd on Virtue's side."

'Dear to the Muse of History and Fame,

His Memory shall adorn the future page;

And grateful BRITAIN shall record his name,

The ARDENT CHATHAM' of the present Age.'

The mention of Chatham introduces a compliment to Chatham's son, who is also wept as a public loss, and whose worth is recorded by the poet as an offering acceptable to 'Fox's generous soul.'

Art. 25. Poems by Laura Sophia Temple. 12mo. 55. Boards. R. Phillips.

Youth is the plea which Miss Temple urges for the exercise of candour towards the offspring of her Muse: but had we been left to guess at the writer's age from the character of her poems, we should have supposed her to have passed the age in which the visions of hope are undisturbed by experience. The uniform tenor of this lady's verse is sombrous; she repeatedly mentions her bankrupt heart;' and she appears, in an early stage of life, to have sustained a variety of afflictions Her numbers, however, are in general easy and flowing; and unless the monotony of the subject should tire, her poems will not be rejected with disgust by those who commence a perusal of them. We must protest against some bad rhymes, such as down and morn;' -' break and wake;'-' spice and voice ;'—' joy and eye ;'— eye and destroy ;'-' sky and joy,' &c. &c. We meet also with some lines that hobble, and others which have more feet than belong to them. Miss Temple may fear or pretend to fear the effect of the hand of correction on the productions of her fancy: but we can assure her that her muse would not have suffered, had some critic prevailed on her to alter the following line:

That makes in the grave such a rumpus ;'

or suggested to her in her sonnet To the Banks of the Ex,' that it is not usual for young ladies to woo banks to their arms;' or hinted to her that the line in The Sailor's Song,'

Her name, alas! 'twas all remain'd,'

is aukward and incorrect for want of the relative. As a speciman of Miss Temple's composition, we copy part of a poem intitled Lines addressed to my own heart.'

What! art thou calm? Is all thy flutt'ring o'er?

Does Joy dilate, does Grief convulse no more?
Has Passion ceas'd to urge her frantic sway,
Or gentler tenderness forgot to play?
Does trembling Doubt, that shapes ideal woe,
O'er my sick mind no more its shadows throw?
Has syren Hope her tendrils ceas'd to twine,
And Fancy's loom to weave its visions fine?
Yes, all is still-still as the sleep of death,
Or stagnant lake that feels not Zephyr's breath;
O'er whose dark breast no swelling wave is driven,
Whose lonely banks ne'er catch the smile of heav'n.
Gone are the rainbow dreams that Fancy wove;
Sunk and extinguished is the lamp of love,
Hope has, indeed, her tendrils ceas'd to twine,
Nay, ev'ry wish is flown that once was mine.'

What then remains to bind me to the world,
When from the steep of joy my soul is hurl'd?
Say, what remains to snatch me from despair,
What but disgust, and moments brown'd by care?
Yes! yes, one tie still warms my palsied breast,

And

And stays my soul from flying to her rest.
Still round the scene Affection weaves her spells,
For in this barren waste a dear one dwells;
My lov'd companion! sun that gilds my day,
The only flow'r that smooths my rugged way.
Life still has charms-her bands I will not rend,
I'll tarry for my lover, mother, friend.'

Art. 26. Torio Whiggo-Machia; or the Battle of the Whigs and Tories. A political Satire in four Cantos. 4to 38. Ebers. 18c6. With smoothness of numbers, satiric verse should unite pungency and force: but unfortunately for this poem it wants the distinguishing requisites, and will probably be read both by whigs and tories without admiration or resentment. The author consoles himself with thinking that he shoots his arrows from impenetrable conceal ment: but we are of opinion that no party will be so much irritated by his satire, as to wish to break his bones. To most readers, the writer will be obscure; and they who comprehend his meaning will not be disposed to compliment him on his happy delineation of political characters. The torio-whiggo contest is poorly sustained; and for such couplets as the following, the author merits the critic's rod:

Some pound inserted where a pound was not,
Or where it was neglected and forgot.'

Illustrious deeds, most worthy of a lord,
To break a fiddle or a harpsichord.'

Stooping he grasp'd, and sent the glittering bane
To pay the mad concern at Drury Lane.'

O stay their dreadful progress, and be thine

This set of courtiers down from eighty nine.'

In this poem we have no discussion of political principles; and every thing is so veiled in simile and metaphor, that the point of the satire is scarcely discernible.

Art. 27. Half an Hour's Lounge; or Poems, by Richard Mangnall. 8vo. 2s. 6d. Longman, &c.

An easy versification constitutes the chief ornament of these trifles. The thoughts are sometimes far-fetched, and obscure, without exhibiting many traits of originality: but the reader, who has not formed any higher expectations than the modest title warrants, will probably not be disappointed.

1 POLITICS.

Art. 28. An Examination of the alleged Expediency of the American Intercourse Bill; respectfully inscribed to Robert Curling, Esq. and the other Gentlemen who compose the Committee of ShipOwners. 8vo. Is. Asperne.

If a violent temper indicates wisdom, and severe and harsh ex. pressions are proofs of talents, the writer of the squib before us is no inconsiderable man. So far is he from being disposed to make concessions, that he feels himself animated with emotions of a more

fervid kind; he is astonished that any British bosom should en tertain a wish below that of chastising the insolence and avenging the calumnies which we have so long suffered.' He inveighs bitterly against the violent spirit cherished in America towards this country, but he deems it by no means improper in the subjects of his Majesty to foster the highest possible resentment against the Americans. It is happy for both nations, and for humanity, that the notions of spirit, firmness, and duty, entertained by the respective governments, are different from those which are inculcated by this hot headed shipowner. We had hoped that the party spirit, which has lately disgraced some American towns, had nothing corresponding to it among ourselves but the writer before us takes much pains to undeceive us in this particular, and to convince us that there are people here, though we trust that they are few in number, as much addicted to senseless clamour as the French party in the United States.

Throughout this pamphlet, the author forgets the professed subject of it, and employs himself in invectives against the Americans, and in furnishing statements of the hostility waged by Bonaparte against our commerce. It ought not to have been taken for granted, as it is done by this writer, that the bill in question is a measure of concession to the Americans, and not a measure of justice to the West India planters; that the relaxation, in the present instance, of the navigation laws, will operate as an exclusion to this country, and a monopoly in favour of America; nor that the power, which has been so long lodged in the governors of each island, will become more pernicious when vested in the Privy Council.

Art. 29. The present Claims and Complaints of America briefly and fairly considered. 8vo. pp. 56. 2s. Hatchard. 18c6.

Two letters from a gentleman in Halifax, Nova Scotia, form the contents of these pages; in which the question whether a neutral be at liberty to prosecute with a belligerent power, in time of war, a commerce which was interdicted to it in the period of peace, is again examined. The writers treat the subject less systematically than their predecessors, but not, as we think, lees successfully: they state their views with great plainness, and in our judgment with equal force; and persons of unprejudiced minds, who peruse this tract, will at least not regard the matter as so clearly against Great Britain as it has been the practice of many to represent it.Though we approve of what is called the British doctrine on this subject, we are at the same time of opinion that it may be made to rest on more irrefragable grounds than any which are to be found either in the very ingenious and able judgments given in the prize court, or in publications which have been directed to the support of similar principles.

The present letters are highly creditable to the writers, and intitle them to the acknowlegements of their fellow-subjects of the mother country since the spirit in which these communications have been penned is scarcely less to be applauded, than the ability which they discover: it is loyal, without being illiberal; and we could not have wished more than a sentence or two to have been somewhat qualified. It is but justice to these respectable friends of their coun

try.

try, to state that the republication of their letters here is without their privity.

Art. 30. Lessons for Government; or the Deliverance of a People. 8vo. pp. 55. Printed at Croydon. No Date, nor Name of a London Bookseller.

This writer paints our situation in very unfavourable colours. Many of the evils under which we labour, he ascribes to the effects of an extended commerce and overgrown wealth; and it is his object to awaken in the country a spirit the reverse of that which has been generated by the new state of things. Alarmed, however, as he professes to be, for our actual situation, he still affirms that with patriotism we are invincible.' He exhorts us to render this feeling general, to diffuse instruction, and to make the poor sensible of the interest which they have in the preservation of the state.

In the midst of his dismal dream, the writer is roused by the intelligence that Mr. Fox had been called to his Majesty's councils, from which he draws the happiest presages; little foreseeing that the country would so soon, alas! be for ever deprived of the services of that lamented statesman !

Art. 31. General Remarks on our Commerce with the Continent; shewing our Commercial and Political Influence on the States of Russia, Prussia, Sweden, and Denmark. To which is added, Ob. servations on British Expeditions to Germany; and on our Diplomatique Agents abroad, &c. &c. Respectfully dedicated to the Merchants and Manufacturers of Great Britain and Ireland. Svo. pp. 54. 2s. 6d. Parsons.

If we may rely on the author's own account of these remarks, they are the result of the most minute investigation, and indefatigable enquiry, in the respective countries and departments that are the subject of the present discussion;' while the object of them is to quiet present fears, and encourage future hopes both in a political and com mercial point of view.'

It is the opinion of this writer that the commands of Bonaparte will be unavailing, in the end, to exclude our manufactures from countries in which they have been once known and adopted; and in proof of this supposition, he instances the unsuccessful attempt of the Great Frederick to prevent the use of coffee in his dominions. Another state, we are told, discouraged British manufactures by high duties but the consequence was, that the native artizans, in whose favour and at whose request the measure had been adopted, smuggled in the British articles, an sold them at a much higher price than they fetched when their importation was allowed: which induced the minister to abolish the restriction.

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From the energy,' says the author, of the late and present ministry, there is every probability to expect, that a peace will either restore our former influence on the Continent, or in its stead secure us some colonial equivalent:' but, as this may be a distant event, he submits other resources to the consideration of the mercantile public.It is principally, he says,' to the unexplored regions of Russia that the enterprising spirit of the industrious English ought to direct it

self.'