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ODE TO SILENCE. Written at 10 Years old
• SISTER to Darkness, and the gloomy Night,
With visage pale, and down-cast, fixed, sight,
Thy finger to thy closed lips apply'd,
Say in what place, O Silence, you reside?

Far in the wood-imbosom'd deep?
Or on the lofty mountain's steep?
In the dreary desert wide?
Or by some lonely tower's side?
Or fict'st thou on the rocky shore

While Zephyrs calm the billows' roar ?
Or doft thou midit the tombs now wand'ring tread,
Struck with the groans proceeding from the dead * ?
Parent of Truth and Wisdom, by ihy aid,

And thine, O Peace, a life divine I lead.'
To this we shall add the following part of the 4th Ode of
Horace, B. I.

Solvitur acris hyems gratâ vice veris et Favoni;

Trahuntque ficcas machine carinas.
Ac ncque jam ftabulis gaudet pecus, aut arator igni,

Nec prata canis albicant pruinis.
Jam Cytherea choros ducic Venus, imminente Lunâ,

Junaeque Nymphis Gratie decentes
Alterno terram quatiunt pede; dum graves Cyclopum

Vulcanus ardens urit officinas.
Nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput impedire myrto

Aut fore, terra quem ferunt folutæ.
Nunc et in umbrosis Fauno decet immolare lucis,
Seu poscat agnam, five malit hædum.

• Now tepid Spring diffolves the snow severe,
And Zephyr comes to bless the smiling year,
When hoary frotts no longer vex the plain
The engines drag the vessels to the main :
The Rocks now joyous from their stalls retire,
Nor doth the ploughman hover o'er the fire.
While Cynthia fhines, bright Venus leads her train,
And Nymphis and Graces dance upon the plain,
With feet alternate on the ground they move ;
While Vulcan forges flaming bolts for Jove.
Now it becomes to bind the head with flow'rs,
Which bounteous Terra from her bosom pours,
Or Faunus' altar to bedew with blood

Of kid, or lamb, beneath the shady wood.' * "'The Reader is defired to pardon this daring expression, and to understand by ie“ the groans proceeding from the lux w Osu pasasay, the wretched Ghost," a on legal in poetry, and which may, per: haps, be juftified by the following line from Thomson's Winter, " Mix'd with foul Shades and frighied Ghosts they howl."


We have observed, in several places, a freedom of translation, and an expansion of thought, rarely to be met with in so young a writer ; and which we should have ascribed to Mr. Ale's touching up the MSS. had he not assured us (and we do not question his veracity) that they are the genuine productions of Mafter John Browne, a youth but 12 years old !!!


ART. XVI. An Esay on the Depravity of the Nation, with a View to

the Promotion of Sunday Schools, &c. of which a more extended
Plan is proposed. By the Rev. Joseph Berington. Svo. I S.
Robinsons. 1788.
THIS writer, after stating, with much good sense and enero

gy, the natural progress of national depravity, and de Jineating, perhaps with too sombre a pencil, the present manners, expresses his warm approbation of the inftitution of Sunday schools, as the most probable means of drying up the sources of that torrent, which seems ready to overwhelm the nation.

• The expectation (says our Author) is not too sanguine. For if children be taken early to the schools, where it cannot be but good impressions' must be made, they will grow up with the happy bias. The subordination in which their exercises must be performed, will habituate them to discipline. The Sunday they will learn to keep holy. If their parents, fortunately, should be induced to co-operate, then may themselves be in part reformed, and in their houses, during the week, will be strengthened, by good example and advice, the scheme of instruction which began in the schools. Perverse and obfinate, should they continue to neglect their children, ftill something will have been learned, which may serve to resist the influence of bad example. In our days should the good be but partial, we know that the next generation will experience more happy effects, in a fuccellion of parents, on whose mincs had been fown the seeds of early virtue. This alone will more than compensate every exertion.

Already these schools are become very general, and great good has been experienced from them. This is a full answer to all objections. It has been objected, that learning in the lower ranks of life is seldom of any use, and is sometimes hurtful.- Is religious inftruction then of no avail ? Or can instruction be effectually conveyed, where the ordinary talent of being able to read, has not been first acquired? More than this is not neceffary. It has been objected, that all societies of Christians are careful to instil into their children the elements at least of religion, and that it is the duty of their respective ministers to attend to it. This being done, Sunday schools are unnecessary.---The existence of the evil we complain of thews too evidently with what incaution the objection has been made. Blame I mean not to cast on any order of men, because it is my wish to conciliate, and not to irritate the minds of any. The evil exists ; let us unite to repress it, for the cause is common.'

Mr. Beringion, however, is of opinion, that the present method of conducting Sunday schools is capable of one material

improvement. improvement. From a convi&tion that religious animosity is of all affections the worst, and has more than once been the occas fion of the greatest political evils, he proposes that these inftitu. tions should be rendered subservient to the deftruction of this spirit, by opening them on a more extended plan, than has hitherto been done, and admitting to them children of all religious professions. In this business let us,' says he, 'for once forget that we are Church of England-men, Presbyterians, Baptifts, Roman Catholics, or Quakers. This is to ask much, I know; but let the experiment be tried. Let elementary books of inAtruction be prepared, which shall contain nothing contrary to the peculiar tenets of any Chriftian society: let these be taught in the schools; and let children attend their respective places of worship, agreeable to the mode of faith in which they are bred, The consequence will be, that from often hearing of God, and of a future ftate, impreffions will mechanically be made; and they will operate in due time. They will create a reverence for religion, and for its general dictates; and a foundation for the principle of conscience will be laid, that will always act as a check upon yice and immorality.

Now let us see, whether we have not gained, with these trea. sures of moral instruction, the other grand point I mentioned, that is, in the minds which this plan has tutored, a privation of all religious animosity, and a fund of general benevolence and liberality ? I am sure we have. Our elementary books have ever inculcated these virtues ; they have never alluded to party-names, or discriminating opinions ; but they have invariably said, that all mankind were brothers, and that it was their first duty to love one another. They spoke of diffenfions, of quarrels, and of rancour as inimical to the spirit of Christianity, and as debasing to the heart of man. Their instructors, by word and conduct, were careful to strengthen the fame impresions : while the sight of the visitors, men of different religious persuasions, but all co-operating in the same plan, would. most effectually promote the important work. The last circumftance, in every point of view, is interesting. Here I only wish to mention, that as children are always much moved by the conduct of their superiors, the effect on their minds must be pleasing, when they begin to reflect, that they who from pure benevolence became their benefactors, were men of different persuafions.'

The proposal is truly liberal, and promises much public benefit; and it is not surely the less deserving of attention becaufe it comes from a Roman Catholic clergyman.



For OCTOBER, 1788.

POETRY. Art. 17. The Choice. 4to. 15. 6d. Crecch, Edinburgh; Murray,

London. 1788. HRine

, rafter having refifted, as he feelingly describes, the en ticements of ambition and avarice, and fixed his Choice on sacred Poesy, as

Joy's sweet companion and the friend of grief,' -should he fail of obtaining the only meed after which he aspires. Could a grey-headed band of Critics have any influence in the Court of the Muses, we should certainly solicit for his honourable reception, in return for the pleasure we, have received from the natural sentiments and the flowing numbers of his poem, and particularly from the following verses:

• Yes, thine I am, Seraphic Maid,
Immortal Queen of sacred song;
Thy pow'r my thoughts have long obey'd ;
To thee alone my vows are paid ;
To thee my fairest hours belong.
Since first my careless infant eye
Began the forms of good to spy;
Since first my Soul could beauty fee,
My constant heart was fix'd on thee.

And as more of Life I knew,
Stronger still the Passion grew,
All the force of Love to show,
Which for Thee my wishes know:
Where shall now the feeble Mind
Words of strength and rapture find?
Who thy Beauties ever knew,
Nor to thee Affection bore?
Who thy many charms could view,
And not those Charms adore?
Thine is the eye of daring Roll,

Which space can ne'er confine,
Which glances quick from Pole to Pole,

With phrenzy half divine.
Thine is the Trumpet's lofty found,

And thine the dulcet Lyre ;
Thine is the Wing that spurns the ground,

And thine the Soul of Fire.
Before those shades of colour'd Light
Which oft thy glowing Hand bestows,
Pale are the tints of Nature bright,
With which the decks the vernal Rose.


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The Phantams fair of elegant Degre,
Each Pleasure bland, and each enchanting Love,
With Zeal and Ardor, emulous conspire
Thy Charms to heighten, and thy Form improve.
On thee their choicest gifts the Graces show'r,
As found thy facred Head they sportive play;
And o'er thy golden Dreams profusely pour
The magic Light of Fancy's living Ray.
The various Paflions too are all thy own,
Each Form of Terror grim and fair Delight;
In these thy best, thy chiefest Art is shown,
'To paint their Gestures and their Words aright.

Northine alone the mimic Art
Of fabled Joy and fancied Grief;
Thine is the task to mend the Heart,

And thine the balm of soft Relief.
To soothe the sadness of hy penfive Mind,
Along thy flow'ry paths how oft I rove,
And leaving life and all its cares behind,
Haunt the sweet Mazes of thy fairy Grove!
Where Dulness ne'er intrudes with raven cry,
Where forms of vulgar Aspect ne'er appear,
Where all is Beauty to the charmed Eye,

And all is Music to the raptur'd Ear.'
The poem confifts of three Cantos, chiefly written in blank verfe,
but interspersed with different kinds of rbime.
Art. 18. Letters from Simpkin the Second to his dear Brother in Wales;

containing an humble Description of the Trial of Warren Hastings, Esq. with Simon's Answers. 4to. 2s. 6d. Bell. 1788.

The many witty passages, and excellent strokes of irony and parody contained in these Epiftles, would incline us to ascribe them to Mr. Anfly; whose Bath-Guide ftyle is tolerably well-preserved throughout; but, on the other hand, the defective lines which we frequently meet with, incline us to give the performance to some other writer.

Thele Letters appeared originally in the daily paper entitled The World ; and their design was to burlesque the proceedings and orations of the managers of the prosecution of Mr. Hastings.-Of the wit and the poetry, take the following specimen :

One man had, it seems, the presumption to state,
The IMTEACHMENT expence was enormously great:
When BURKE, in a moment, sprung up in his place,
And cry'd, as he star'd the Man full in the face,
Sach fiinginess, Sir, would a nation disgrace!
After all the fine things we've heard SHERIDAN say,
" He's a pitiful wretch who refuses to pay:
“ Now that Genius has blinded oureyes with its Alak,
“ Can we look at accounts? Can we fum up our cash?
". After foaring above all the Regions of Sense,
" Can we tumble fo low as to ibink about P 1.6?

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