liar description; or who is capable of forming any sort of conjecture of the particular disposition and turn of thinking which such a combination of attributes would be apt to produce. To us, we will confess, the annonce appears as ludicrous and absurd, as it would be in the author of an ode or an epic to say, ' Of this piece the reader will necessarily form a very erroneous judgement, unless he is apprised, that it was written by a pale man in a green coat,sitting cross-legged on an oaken stool,-with a scratch on his nose, and a spelling dictionary on the table. ' * From these childish and absurd affectations, we turn with pleasure to the manly sense and correct picturing of Mr Crabbe; and, after being dazzled and made giddy with the elaborate raptures and obscure originalities of these new artists, it is refreshing to meet * Some of our readers may have a curiofity to know in what manner this old annuitant captain expreffes himself in the village of his adoption. For their gratification, we annex the two firft ftanzas of his ftory, in which, with all the attention we have been able to bestow, we have been utterly unable to detect any characteristic traits, either of a feaman, an annuitant, or a ftranger in a country town. It is a ftyle, on the contrary, which we fhould afcribe, without hesitation, to a certain poetical fraternity in the Weft of England, and which, we verily believe, never was, and never will be, used by any one out of that fraternity. There is a thorn-it looks fo old, In truth you'd find it hard to say, Not higher than a two-years child, ; It stands erect, this aged thorn A wretched thing forlorn. Like rock or ftone, it is o'ergrown Up from the earth these moffes creep, To drag it to the ground; meet again with the nature and spirit of our old masters, in the nervous pages of the author now before us. The poem that stands first in the volume, is that to which we have already alluded as having been first given to the public upwards of twenty years ago. It is so old, and has of late been so scarce, that it is probably new to many of our readers. We shall venture, therefore, to give a few extracts from it, as a specimen of Mr Crabbe's original style of composition. We have already hinted at the description of the Parish Workhouse; and insert it as an example of no common poetry. Their's is yon house that holds the parish poor, And crippled age with more than childhood-fears Here, too, the fick their final doom receive, Say ye, oppreft by some fantastic woes, How would ye bear to draw your latest breath, And naked rafters form the floping fides; Where the vile bands that bind the thatch are feen, And lath and mud are all that lye between ; Save one dull pane, that, coarfely patch'd, gives way Here, on a matted flock, with duft o'erspread, For him no hand the cordial cup applies,' &c. p. 2—14. The The consequential apothecary, who gives an impatient attendance in these abodes of misery, is admirably described; but we pass to the last scene. Now to the church behold the mourners come, The village children now their games fufpend, And like a monarch rul'd their little court; And waiting long, the crowd retire diftreft, To think a poor man's bones fhould lye unbleft, ' p. 16, 17. The scope of the poem is to show, that the villagers of real life have no resemblance to the villagers of poetry; that poverty, in sober truth, is very uncomfortable; and vice by no means confined to the opulent. The following passage is powerful, and finely written. Or will you deem them amply paid in health, There may you see the youth of slender frame Or Or will you praise that homely, healthy fare, Homely not wholesome, plain not plenteous, such Whom the smooth ftream and smoother fonnet please ; If peace be his-that drooping weary fire, Or their's, that offspring round their feeble fire; Or her's, that matron pale, whofe trembling hand Turns on the wretched hearth th' expiring brand.' p. 8-10. The following exhibits a fair specimen of the strokes of sarcasm, which the author, perhaps not very judiciously, intermingles with his description. He is speaking of the stern Justice who keeps the parish in awe. To him with anger or with shame repair The injur'd peafant and deluded fair. Lo! at his throne the filent nymph appears, Confents to wed, and fo fecures them both. ' p. 24. We shall only give one other extract from this poem; and we select the following fine description of that peculiar sort of barrenness which prevails along the sandy and thinly inhabited shores of the channel. Lo! where the heath, with withering brake grown o'er, Where the thin harveft waves its wither'd ears; And to the ragged infant threaten war; There, poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil, O'er the young fhoot the charlock throws a shade, The The next poem, and the longest in the volume, is now presented for the first time to the public. It is dedicated, like the former, to the delineation of rural life and characters, and is entitled, The Village Register;' and, upon a very simple but singular plan, is divided into three parts, viz. Baptisms, Marriages, and Burials. After an introductory and general view of village manners, the Reverend author proceeds to present his readers with an account of all the remarkable baptisms, marriages and funerals, that appear on his register for the preceding year, with a sketch of the character and behaviour of the respective parties, and such reflections and exhortations as are suggested by the subject. The poem consists, therefore, of a series of portraits taken from the middling and lower ranks of rustic life, and delineated on occasions at once more common and more interesting, than any other that could well be imagined. They are selected, we think, with great judgment, and drawn with inimitable accuracy and strength of colouring. They are finished with much more minuteness and detail, indeed, than the more general pictures in The Village;' and, on this account, may appear occasionally deficient in comprehension, or in dignity. They are, no doubt, executed in some instances with a Chinese accuracy; and enter into details which many readers may pronounce tedious and unnecessary. Yet, there is a justness and force in the representation which is entitled to something more than indulgence; and though several of the groups are confessedly composed of low and disagreeable subjects, still, we think that some allowance is to be made for the author's plan of giving a full and exact view of village life, which could not possibly be accomplished without including those baser varieties. He aims at an important moral effect by this exhibition; and must not be defrauded either of that, or of the praise which is due to the coarser efforts of his pen, out of deference to the sickly delicacy of his more fastidious readers. We admit, however, that there is more carelessness, as well as more quaintness in this poem than in the other; and that he has now and then apparently heaped up circumstances rather to gratify his own taste for detail and accumulation, than to give any additional effect to his description. With this general observation, we beg the reader's attention to the following abstract and citations. The poem begins with a general view, first of the industrious. and contented villager, and then of the profligate and disorderly. The first compartment is not so striking as the last. Mr Crabbe, it seems, has a set of smugglers among his flock, who inhabit what is called the Street in his village. There is nothing com -parable |