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we in the least differ from Dr. Edwards, with respect to his poJitics, on this particular point.

In brief, whatever imperfections may be found in Dr. E.'s performance, we must observe, in behalf of his modelty, and becoming diffidence of himself, that he does not pretend to give it to the world as faultless. Let us, therefore, repeat, in this conclusion of our short account of a greatly diversified work, our teftimony to the apparent rectitude of his design, and his laudable desire to promote the welfare of his country, by the publication of his thoughts on the interesting topics on which he has beftowed his best attention. Whatever may be deemed of him as a writer, we cannot but consider him as a worthy man, who has dedicated his time and labour to the general good of mankind, and to the increase of the prosperity of this nation, in particular.

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Art. X. Bell's Edition of Shak/pere; or, The Dramatic Writings of

Will. Shakspere, with the Prolegomena, and the Notes of all the various Commentators ; printed complete from the best Editions of Sam. Johnson and Geo. Steevens. In Twenty Volumes. 12mo. 61. bound. Bell. 1788. Y men of cold and phlegmatic conftitutions, it may be

thought that the rage for Shakespeare has been carried to excess; and that editions have multiplied so faft, that the Public may now be said to be, not only encumbered, but diftracted, with variety. The critic of tafte, however, who has the honour of letters and of his country at heart, will not subscribe to a proposition fo frigid and spiritless. The genius of Shakespeare deferves all the homage that has been offered by a grateful pofterity :--but this is not the place for the panegyric of that extra. ordinary man, who, in many of his plays, intermixed indeed with scenes of heterogeneous matter, has left to his countrymen the true model of dramatic dialogue'; a model, which has not yet been in any degree rivalled, and always poorly imitated. The glory of Shakespeare has been maintained in its proper luftre by bis commentators only: some of whom were men who, by their own productions, were sure of extending their names to aftertimes. In this class may be reckoned Rowe, Pope, Warburton, and Johnson. The rest may have done some good by their Jabours, but, as Dr. Bentley expressed it, they ride to poflerity an the back of an ancient. In the next rank to the commentators, ftand the booksellers, who have spared neither money nor attention to decorate the name of Shakespeare by splendid editions of his works. It has been said, that while he 'was by these means advanced to the pinnacle of fame, the Greek and Roman elallics have been too much neglected, and that a complete and


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superb edition of those great writers has never been published in England. Their time, we hope, is to come: a noble edition of Cicero has lately issued from the Oxford press *, and in the present age it is more than probable that the example will be fol. lowed. For the attention shewn to Shakespeare, during a great number of years, there was an immediate and pressing demand. To say nothing of the emendations which the text required, Voltaire called aloud on every Englishman to vindicate the mcmory of a genius, who did honour to their country. By decrying, diftorting, and misrepresenting the productions of the great English bard, Voltaire had the presumption to hope that, in the opinion of all Europe, he thould be able to exalt Corneille, Racine, and himself. We took the alarm at home, and every new edition of Shakespeare was a full and decisive answer to envy, malice, and detraction. Voltaire continued to traduce and vilify: we held up the works of our bard, and thereby the detractor stood refuted. The French nation have, at length, opened their eyes: the truth is now diffufed among them, and Shakespeare stands as a Coloffus, while the most that can be done by Voltaire, and indeed the very best of our modern writers at home, is to creep under his feet. More perhaps cannot now be expected. Quintilian has observed, that where a great genius has reached the summit of the sublime, to surpass him is impoffible; and to equal bim, too much to be expected. A falling off is more likely to be the consequence.

To the number of those, who have contributed to the repu. tation of our immortal bard, Mr. Bell may now be added. His edition has been well received by the Public, and it deserves all encouragement. The whole is beautifully printed : the type is elegant, and does honour to him, who had the spirit to undertake fo expensive a work. The Editor has called in the best artists to bis affiftance, and the number and elegance of the engravings which he has given, are fine embellifhments of the work. He has printed from that text which was, at the time of his undertaking, thought to be the best. Mr. Reed's edition was not then published: an account of it may be seen in our Review, vol. lxxv. P: 81, and 161.

We cannot aver that we have perused every play in the prefent edition, but what we have seen deserves applause; and the whole has the reputation of being correct. We have now a set of these charming dramas, not only fit for the library, but for a pocket-companion. The fize of the work, and the type, make it convenient in all places; and, therefore, he who has Bell's Shakespeare, bas amicus omnium horarum. The purchaser has this farther advantage, that he may arrange the plays into vo

• See Review, vol. Ixxii. p. 56,


lumes in what order he pleases :—this was judiciously contrived. The works of the great Poet may be bound up feparately, and the Notes and Commentary on each play may be collected in another set of volumes, and so placed as to correspond with the series of the plays. He may then read the text, and let himself be carried away by the current of the poet's imagination, without that frequent interruption of notes, which is apt to distract the mind, and weaken the impression made by the Author.

The reader will observe that we have written the name of our bard in the most received and accustomed manner. Mr. Belt has thought proper to depart from the established form : he writes SHAKSPERE; but whatever authority he may have for it, there is, we believe, equal authority for the old accustomed way; and we are not fond of. useless innovations. If this be an objection, it is, however, a light one: and it is the only one in our power to make. The Editor is justly entitled to the applause we have given him; and we congratulate the elegant arts, on the success of that spirit of enterprise, which, by ex. citing emulation, cannot fail of rendering great fervice to the literature of this country.


ART. XI. Liberality; or, the Decayed Macaroni. A Sentimental

Piece. 4to. 15. Dodfley, &c. 1788. HE character of that species of fop, called Macaroni, bas never,

to the best of our recollection, been defined. If we take our idea of him from this poem, he is a motly mixture of the beau, the buck, the gamester : in a word, the fashionable profligate : a contemptible, as well as a detestable composition.

This is an admirable piece of satire. If it is not an ANSTY, it is, at least, of equal value with most of the productions of the Bath Muse: and no writer, of the present day, will be afraid of its being ascribed to him.

The hero of the tale is drawn in broken-docun circumstances, and reduced to folicit a subscription for his future support. He relates the marked events of his worthless life; and in this detail confifts the satire on his despicable tribe. Take the following stanzas, by way of specimen :

When I first came to years of discretion,

I took a round sum from the stocks,
Just to keep up'a decent succellion
Of race-horses, women, and cocks :

Good company always my aim,

Comme il faut were my cellars and table :
And freely I ak'd to the same
Ev'ry Jockey that came to my stable :


No stripling of fortune I noted

With a passion for carding and dice,
But to him I my friendship devoted,
And gave him the beft of advice:

“ To look upon money as trash,

Not play like a pitiful elf,
But turn all his acres to calla,
And sport it as free as myself.”

And as Faro was always my joy,

1 set up a bank of my own,
Just to enter a hobbedehoy,
And give him a smack of the ton :

In the morning I took bim a-hunting,

At dinner well-plyed with champaign,
At tea gave a lecture on puoting;
At midnight, on throwing a main :

His friends too with bumpers I cheer'd,

And in truth should have deem'd it a în
To have made, when a stranger appear'd,
Any scruple of iaking bim in.

As I always was kind, and soft-hearted,

I took a rich maiden to wife ;
And though in a week we were parted,
I gave her a pension for life :

My free and humane disposition

(Thank Heaven) I ever have thewn
To all in a helpless condition,
Whose fortunes I'd first made my own :

To ****** with whom long ago,

My friend thip in childhood begun,
I prefented a handsome rouleau,
When his All I had luckily won.

My friends were much pleas'd with the action,

But charm'd when I open'd my door
To his wife, whom he lov'd to distraction,

But could not support any more.' A vignette, not ill engraved, gives us the miserable figure of this wretch. Whether the poet, or the painter, may have had any individual in view, as the original of the picture, we know not.- On the whole, we look upon the object, not as a particu. lar macaroni, fingled out for the example's fake, but rather as a general character: “ As Knight of the fire, to represent 'em all."


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Art. XII.' Poems : Consisting chiefly of original Pieces. By the

Rev. John Whitehouse, of St. John's College, Cambridge. 8vo. 35. 60. Boards. Robinsons. 1787. HIS volume contains Elegies, Odes, Sonnets, and Infcrip

tions. The elegies are in the style of Tibullus, or rather in that of his imitator, Hammond-,

• Unbleft is he, and born in evil hour,
Whom tyrant-love with iron fceptre fways:
Who lullid supine within his fyren bow'r,
Forgets the meed of honourable praise :
Who pines in youth, while on his fickly cheek,
Blafted by love the drooping rofes die;
Whose heart, to ev'ry manly effort weak,
Melts in the soft expression of a figh.
Science or fame in vain their charms display,
In vain convivial, social hours invite :
In moody indolence he waftes the day,

And restless toffes all the live-long night.' Mr. Whitehouse's imagination, though it be not remarkably lively and fervid, Acer spiritus ac vis, is yet by no means unpoetical. The Verses written near the Ruins of a Nunnery' have considerable beauty, as will be seen by the following extraat :

• Amidst these desolated aisles, where now
Springs the rank weed, and tangling briars molest,
The fainted Sisters from their cloister'd cells
Assembled, at the stated hour of prayer
Chanting their orifons: and th’evening bell
Swinging with constant toll from the molly tow'r,
Summon'd them frequent 'mid the taper'd choir
To hold late vespers; from th' embowed roof,
Solemn and flow, the pealing organ roll'd
The manly bass, to voices loud and clear
Answering at intervals; round the rude walls
Now clings the ivy pale, and props awhile
Some mould'ring column; in each arched nook
Where legendary saints stood carv'd in stone,
And quaint Madonas on their bosom wore
A holy cross,-now wreathes full many a shrub
Its dulky branches, emulous to shade
Thé falling fhrine. E'en there where painting breath'd
High o'er the altar, each expressive form
Starting to life, and moving o'er the piece,
At Titian's magic touch, or, Raphael, thine ;
Now fits gaune Ruin, grinning o'er the wreck
His ruthless arm has made: while Genius rolls
His fiery eyes around, that blaze at times
Like meteors in a storm; the winds of night,
In hollow accents murmur to bis sighs.


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