Lernzo violant, miserisq: doloribus angunt.

Adgenuit teli infandam quum viderat

ansam

Amphitryoniades; per et alta cacumina

montes

Hæmonii, et saltus, arva et quæcunqBoötes

Lustrat Hyperboreus latè adgemuere cavernis ;

Et novus in medio sylvis nigrantibus hor

ror.

Ille quidem immisso jam corde dolore subactus,

Supplice voce Jovem implorat, quæ mortis adempta est

Conditio ut reddat, vitæ neque damnet

amara.

Hisce favens precibus summi modera tor Olympi

Annuit, et liquido Chiron micat æthera Sydus.

Oxon. 1804

For the Anthology,

LINES

OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A
YOUNG LADY.

YE soft-eyed maids, whose vernal charms display
The opening sweets of youth's unclouded day:
The bright suffusions of whose cheeks declare,
No canker saps the blooming roses there :
Whose soften'd hearts no ruder passions move,
Than the sweet tumults of incipient love:
Come, go with me, and deck the earthy bed,
Where lovely Mary slumbers with the dead!

For she, like you, was innocent and gay,
And love's bright visions bless'd her early day
And she, like you, possess'd each virgin grace,
Which love can fancy, or the Muses trace.

And come,ye youths, who in the festive throng, Late tripp'd with her the sprightly dance along": You who have listen'd to her accents mild, And glowed with foft devotion, when she smil'd: You who have felt the magick of her eye, And breath'd, unconscious, the delicious sigh: O! come with us, and weave a garland meet To deck our Mary's hallowed, last retreat.

Daughters of grief, who in life's roseate dawn,

Mark'd sorrow's chilling clouds o'ercast the morn: From whose wan cheek the early rose is fled, And withering lilics hang the drooping head:

THE CAVE.

By J. Macpherson, Esq.

THE wind is up, the field is bare;

Some hermit lead me to his cell, Where Contemplation, lonely fair, With blessed Content has chose to dwell,

Behold! it opens to my sight,

Dark in the rock; beside the flood; Dry fern around obstructs the light; The winds above it move the wood.

Reflected in the lake I see

The downward mountains and the skies, The flying bird, the waving tree,

The goats that on the hills arise.

The grey-cloaked herd drives on the cow,
The slow-paced fowler walks the heath;
A freckled pointer scours the brow;
A musing shepherd stands beneath.

Curve o'er the ruin of an oak,

The woodman lifts his axe on high,
The hills re-echo to the stroke;
I see, I see the shivers fly.

Some rural maid, with apron full,
Brings fuel to the homely flame;

1 see the smoky columns roll,

And through the chinky hut the beam.

Beside a stone o'ergrown with moss,

Two well-met hunters talk at ease;
Three panting dogs beside repose;
One bleeding deer is stretched on grass.

A lake, at distance, spreads to sight,
Skirted with shady forests round,
In midst an island's rocky height
Sustains a ruin once renowned.

One tree bends o'er the naked walls,
Two broad-winged eagles hover nigh,

By intervals a fragment falls,

As blows the blast along the sky.

Two rough-spun hinds the pinnace guide,
With lab'ring oars, along the flood;
An angler, bending o'er the tide,

Hangs from the boat th' infidious wood.

Beside the flood, beneath the rocks,
On grassy bank two lovers lean;
Bend on each other amorous looks,
And seem to laugh and kiss between.

The wind is rustling in the oak;

They seem to hear the tread of feet; They start, they rise, look round the rock; Again they smile, again they meet.

EULOGY ON LAUGHING.

By J. M. Sewall.

Delivered at an exhibition, by a young lady. Laugh, if you fairly can-but not at ME!

LIKE merry Momus, while the Gods were quaff.

ing,

I come to give an eulogy on laughing!

True, courtly Chefterfield, with critick zeal,
Afferts that laughing's vaftly ungentee!!

The boift'rous thake, he fays, difforts fine faces,
And robs each pretty feature of the graces!
But yet this paragon of perfect tafte,
On other topicks was not over-chatte;
He like the Pharifees in this appears,
They ruin'd widows, but they made long pray'rs.
Tithe, anife, mint, they zealously affected,
But the law's weightier matters lay neglected;
And while an infect trains their fqueamish caul,
Down goes a monstrous camel-bunch and all.

Yet others, quite as fage, with warmth dispute
Man's rifibles diftinguish him from brute;
While inftinct, reafon, both in common own,
To laugh is man's prerogative alone!

Hail, rofy laughter! thou deferv'ft the bays!
Come, with thy dimples, animate thefe lays,
Whilft univerfal peals atteft thy praife.
Daughter of Joy! thro' thee we health attain,
When Efculapian recipes are vain.

Let fentimentalifts ring in our ears
The tender joy of grief-the luxury of tears-
Heraclitus may whine, and oh and ah !-
I like an honeft, hearty, ha, hah, hah!
It makes the wheels of nature gliblier play;
Dull care fuppreffes; finooths life's thorny way;
Propels the dancing current thro' each vein ;
Braces the nerves; corroborates the brain;
Shakes ev'ry mufcle, and throws off the fpleen.
Old Homer makes yon tenants of the skies,
His Gods, love laughing as they did their eyes!
It kept them in good humour, hufsh'd their squab-
bles,

As froward children are appeas'd by baubles;
Ev'n Jove, the thund'rer, dearly lov'd a laugh,
When, of fine nectar, he had taken a quaff
It helps digeftion when the feast runs high,
And diffipates the fumes of potent Burgundy.

But, in the main, tho' laughing I approve,
It is not ev'ry kind of laugh I love;

For many laughs e'en candour mult condemn !
Some are too full of acid, some of phlegm;
The loud horfe-laugh (improperly fo ftil'd,)
The ideot fimper, like the lumb'ring child,
Th' affected laugh, to thew a dimpled chia,
The fneer contemptuous, and broad vacant grin,
Are defpicable all, as Strephon's fmile,
To thew his ivory legions, rank and file.

The honeft laugh, unftudied, unacquir'd,
By nature prompted, and true wit infpir'd,
Such as Quin felt, and Falstaff knew before,
When humour fet the table on a roar;
Alone deferves th' applauding mufe's grace!
The reft-is all contortion and grimace.
But you exclaim, "Your Eulogy's too dry;
"Leave differtation and exemplify!
"Prove, by experiment, your maxims true;
"And, what you praife fo highly, make us do."

In troth! hop'd this was already done,
And Mirth and Momus had the laurel won!
Like honeft Hodge, unhappy fhould I fail,
Who to a crowded audience told his tale,
And laugh'd and fnigger'd all the while himfelf
To grace the ftory, as he thought, poor elf!
But not a single foul his fuffrage gave-
While each long phiz was ferious as the grave !
Laugh! laugh! cries Hodge, laugh loud! (no°
halfing)

I thought you all, ere this, would die with laugh

ing !

and the received doctrine of the trinity in particular. In the following review we shall endeavour to give an impartial account of the work; to correct any palpable errours of fact; occasionally to point out deficiencies; and sometimes to censure and sometimes to commend, without enlisting ourselves under the banners of Mr. Sherman or his antagonists.

In the introduction Mr. S., after some remarks on the speculative differences among christians, and the necessity of religious catholicism, prepares his reader for his occasional deviations from the received text and translation of the scriptures by vindicating the propriety of such alterations from the constant improvement in biblical criticism, from the history of our present English version, and lastly, from the authority of the Saybrook assembly, which declares, "that the originals of the Old and New Testament are the final resort in all cases of controversy." The occasion of publishing this work and the situation of the author are set forth in the following passage.

My fentiments becoming different, from thofe believed and avowed at my ordination, honefty compelled me frankly to declare them, notwithstanding the evils, which the ftate of the times gave me to forefee, would undoubtedly be realized in confequence. I have not been disappointed.

gave umbrage to the Original Affocia The publication of my fentiments

high and obscure expressions to the entrance of Christ on his publick ministry, L. Crellius wasted an immensity of learning to make it probable that we should read & instead of os in the first verse; Clarke and the Arians are contented with affixing to tos without the article a subordinate sense; the more modern Unitarians suppose that the word ayos does not here signify a person, but only an attribute of Deity, and that there is no unequivocal intimation of Christ till the 8th verse; and last of all, a critick, whose familiarity with scriptural phrases and terms is not inferiour to the knowledge of any of his predecessors, Newcome Cappe, has ventured to restore and vindicate the original interpretation of Socinus. Mr. S. adopts the most common explanation of the Unitarians, that by yog is intended the reason, or wisdom of God, which the evangelist eloquently personifies. We find some remarks on the use of the preposition and the word argos, which are not unimportant, and then are called to the famous passage in Col. i. 16, 17.

κηνώσεν,

The difficulties, which attend the explanation of these verses,as referring to the new moral creation, or rather organization under the gospel,are not a few; and Mr. S. has in some degree injured the plausibility and compactness of his own interpretation by not sufficiently attending to the propriety of clearly referring all the clauses without exception either to one creation or the other. Hence we think he should have admitted no other interpretation of OTOTXOS TES

Χτισίως

than this, "first-born or most eminent of the whole creation ;" in the same sense in which Christ is elsewhere styled "first born among many brethren," Rom. viii.