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The Philofophical Dictionary: or, the Opinions of Modern Philofophers on Metaphyfical, Moral, and Political Subjects. In 12mg. 125, Jewed. Robinfon. Robinson, dist

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THE HE Dictionary was, we find, originally a common-place book for private ufe; and probably, like other collections of the fame kind, it was filled by the authors which occurred, rather than collected from the beft, chofen after the knowlege had become more exact, and the judgment more mature. If this fufpicion explains the reafon of the choice in fome rofpects, it adds credit to the author's ftudies in others; we do not find many exceptionable authorities, and there are many valuable extracts.onThe publication may add to the amufement of travellers, who carry few books with them, or fatisfy the curiofity of those who cannot purchase many books, or have little time to read them.' brim sidqoblidą wst a ol

The origin of this collection will alfo explain another" de." fect; but it is one that should, if poffible, be supplied, viz. the omiffion of particular references to the works, of the author. When we are pleased with the subject, interested in the reafoning, or willing to purfucian opinion in its confequences, the door is clofed, and we are almost precluded from any farther information. The man of fcience and literature, in a well-furnished library, may in the lefs voluminous au thors, foon turn to the original work; but this collection is not defigned for him, and probably will never be his object. It may, however, cheat the defultory reader into useful ftudy; it may roufe the curiofity of the more attentive; and occafionally remind the fcholar of what he has forgotten. To all thefe, more particular references would be of great fervice. In another view, the omiffion is of confequence. In the works of every original author, there is fometimes a peculiar fyftem, very generally a difcriminated manner, and what may be called a tone of mind, which diftinguishes and characterises the work. On this account, a paffage which perhaps is fingularly beautiful, highly ufeful, and easily understood, when feparated from the work, and frittered into an extract, may appear unmeaning, trifling or abfurd. The objection indeed militates against the whole defign; but it is only alleviated by a particular reference.


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In the felection, too much is taken from Voltaire and Hume the former is an unfaithful guide, because his excellencies and errors are too intimately mixed; and his best information and jufteft decifions, are generally contamia. d by his fancies, or destroyed by his errors. Many of Mr. Hume's most innocent paffages are fufpicious, for in all his works he P 3


was fyftematical: he had one end in view, which he feldom loft fight of. We ought, however, to add, that ne paffages, fo far as we have obferved, are felected from either, that may be in any refpect pointedly injurious; and in thefe inftances, we should be well contented with the name of the author only.

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Much is taken from Helvetius and Locke.-Somewhat from Hartley, Montefquieu, Beccaria, Raynal, Rouffeau, D'Alembert, Priestley, Williams, Burke, A. Smith, Robertfon, Gibbon, &c. &c. The extracts chiefly relate to the conduct of life, and general precepts of morality. Some controverfial subjects occur, and, under these heads, the different opinions are selected from the most able combatants on either fide.


The editor profeffes that the love of truth, and warm wishes for its diffufion, were his fole objects in the publication. To his profeffions we have no reason to object, and fuch designs muft always fhare our approbation.

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The Recefs; or a Tale of other Times. Vol. II and III. 12mo. 75. Cadell.

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IN N our fifty-fifth Volume, p. 233, we reviewed the first volume of this interefting ftory; and ere the author was yet known to fame,' we encouraged and cherished her rifing genius concurring applaufes have ratified our decifions; but long delays and indecifive hefitations feem to have impeded the progrefs of the ftory. It had raifed a curiofity, which perhaps mifs Lee was apprehenfive fhe fhould not be able to gratify; or, in poffeffion of fame, the might be afraid of hazarding her acquifition by another attempt. Whatever may have been the motive, the finished state of the volumes compenfates for the delay; and the artificial contexture of the feveral incidents, the near approaches to romance, without trefpaffing on probability, as well as the accumulation of unexpected diftrefs, fix the eager attention, and gratify the imagination, without an infult to the judgment,


The fubfequent volumes contain the adventures of the Sifters, after their feparation. Ellinor, the youngeft, is beloved by Elizabeth's other favourite, the fpirited and gallant Effex; but, by the machinations of the jealous queen, to whom their birth is accidentally revealed, by a complication of the deepest policy, and the molt deteftable villany, the is married to lord Arlington. After his death, fhe escapes to Effex, with a mind fhaken by misfortunes, and a reason fcarcely fixed, after its difturbance by the most cruel infults:


fhe rejoins him in Ireland, and is again feparated from him by his fudden return to England. In her progrefs to rejoin him, the news of his death totally destroys her reason, and fhe escapes from a fixed and settled melancholy, only to furvey once more the picture of Effex, and to expire in the tumult of conflicting fenfations."

Matilda is carcely more fortunate. After the death of Leicefter he is carried to Jamaica, then in poffeffion of the Spaniards, by the artifice of a pretended admirer. Her adventures and imprifonment there are gloomy and diftreffing: at last, she returns to England, to witness the unhappy condition of her filler. Her daughter, however, the daughter of Leicester, grows up, and blooms with all the charmis fhe might have expected to inherit. In her the mother again revives, and in her, expects again to live; but, by a series of adventures well arranged, this darling daughter finishes her days by poison in a prifon.

Such is the imperfect outline of a ftory, drawn from hiftory: it may be styled familiar hiftory, for it fills up the vacant chafms with thofe little incidents not unfuitable to the greater events, or the temper of the actors. We know, for inftance, that Effex lingered in Ireland, and diftinguished his campaigns by few fpirited or decifive actions. We are here told, that Ellinor was intercepted by Tiroen, and the hours which fhould have been spent in the conteft were idly protracted by negotiations for her deliverance. Again: we know that, from the time of Effex's execution, the queen was reftlefs, disturbed, and unhappy. A well-managed incident is fuppofed to explain the caufe of her diftrefs. Elinor, with the cunning which generally accompanies madnefs, deceives her own guards and thofe of Elizabeth, and reaches the royal bedchamber, to pierce her heart with a blow of a different kind, but not lefs fatal than that which had deprived her of Effex- to fpeak daggers, but ufe none. To deceive the keepers, to whom he was intrufted, that the might efcape to Effex, it was reported that he was dead; fo that Elizabeth is fuppofed to confider her as a fpectre, commiffioned to wound her bofom with another arrow. We fhall felect this' part, as a fpecimen of our author's powers of defcription....


The queen, wholly funk in the chilling melancholy of incurable despair, and hopeless, age, refigned herself up to the influence of thofe evils. Her ladies were often employed in reading to her, which was the only amufement her chagrin ad mitted. One memorable night it was my turn-Elizabeth dif miffed every other attendant, in the vain hope of finding a repofe of which he had for ever deprived herfelt. I purfhed my task a long

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a long while, when the time confpired with the orders of the queen to produce a filence fo profound, that had not her starts now and then recalled my fenfes, hardly could my half-clofed eyes have difcerned the pages over, which they wandered.→→ The door flew fuddenly open a form fa fair-fo fragile so calamitous appeared there, that hardly durit my beating heart call it Ellinor. The queen ftarted up with a feeble quickness, but had only power to falter out a convulfive ejaculation. inftantly remembered Elizabeth believed her dead, and ima gined this her fpectre. The beauteous phantom (for furely. never mortal looked fo like an inhabitant of another world) funk on one knee, and while her long garments of black flowed gracefully over the floor, the lifted :up her eyes toward hea ven, with that nameless fweetness, that wild ineffable bes nignity, madness alone can give, then meekly bowed before Elizabeth. The queen, heart-truck, fell back into her featuri without voice to pronounce a fyllable.Ellinor arofe, and ap proached fill nearer; landing a few moments, choaked and filent. I once was proud, was paflionate, indignant, faid the fweet unfortunate at laft, in the low and broken voice of inexpreffible anguish, but heaven forbids me now to be fo Oh! you who was furely born only to chalize my unhappy. race, forgive me I have no longer any fenfe but that of fore row."-Again the funk upon the floor, and gave way to sob.. bings the itruggled in vain to fupprefs. The queen dragged me convulfively to her, and burying her face in my bofom, ex-r claimed indistinctly, fave me fave me-oh, Pembroke, fave me from this ghally spectre !""Effex-Effex-Effex !?. groaned forth the proftrate Ellinor, expreflively railing her white hand at each touching repetition. The violent fhudderings of the queen, marked the deep effect that fatal name took on her," Somebody told me, continueu the lovely wanderer, that he was in the Tower, but I have looked there for him till I am weary is there a colder, fafer prifon, then? but is a pri fon a place for your favourite, and can you condemn him to the grave -Ah, gracious Heaven, ftrike off his head his beauteous head!-Seal up thofe fparkling eyes for ever.-Oh, no, I thought not, faid the with an altered voice-So you hid him here after all, only to torment me,But Effex will not fee me fuffer-will you, my lord? So fofo the flow progrefs of her eyes round the room, thewed, the in imagination followed his steps. Yes yes, added fhe, with revived MI fpirits, I thought that voice would prevail, for who could ever refift it and only I need die then; well, I do not mind that— I will steal into his prifon and fuffer in his place, but be fure you do not tell him fo, for he loves meah! dearly does he love me, but I alone need figh at that, you know." And figh fhe did indeed. Oh! what a world of woe was drawn up in a fingle breath!The long filence which followed induced the queen once more to raise her head-the fame fad object met




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her eyes, with this difference, that the fweet creature now flood up again, and putting one white hand to her forehead, the halforaifed the other, as earnestly demanding ftill to be heard, though her vague eyes fhewed her purpefe had efcaped her. 6th, now I remember it, refumed the," pdo not mind how you have me murdered, but let me be buried in Fotheringay; and be fure I have women to attend me; Be fure of thatknow the reafon."This incoherent reference to the unprecedented fate of her royal mother, affected Elizabeth deeply."But could not you let me once more fee him before I die? resumed the dear wanderer. Oh what pleafare would it give me to view him on the throne! Oh, I do fee him there! exclaimed the in the voice of furprife and tranfport. Benign, majeftic! Ah, how glorious in his beauty who would not die for thee, my Effex! Alas, never, never, never, fhall I fee him groaned forth the agonized Elizabeth." Me married to him! refamed our friend, replying to fome imaginary. fpeech, oh, no, I took warning by my fifter!-I will have no more bloody marriages you fee I have no ring, wildly difplaying her hands, except a black one; a black one indeed, if you knew all but I need not tell you that have I my lord-look up here is my love he himself fhall tell you. he caught. the hand terror had caused Elizabeth to extend, but faintly fhrieking, drew back her own, furveying it with inexpreffible. horror. Oh, you have dipt t mine in blood! exclaimed the, a-mother's blood! I am all contaminated-It runs cold to my very heart. Ah, no,-it is-it is the blood of Effex; and have you murdered him at laft, in fpite of your dotage, and your promifes murdered the mott noble of mankind! and all because he could not love you. Fye on yo your wrinkles!can, one love age and uglinefs?-Oh, how thofe artificial locks, and all your paintings fickened him!-How have we laughed at fuch prepofterous folly!But I have done with laughing now -we will talk of graves, and throuds, and church-yards.Methinks I fain would know where my poor fitter lies buriedyou will fay in my heart perhaps it has indeed entombed all I love; yet there must be fome little unknown corner in this world, one might call her grave, if one could but tell where. to find it: there the refts at lalt with her Leicelter he was your favourite too a bloody, bloody diftinction."The queen who had with difficulty preferved her fenfes till this cutting period, now funk back into a deep fwoon."



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Miss Lee has attended, in thefe volumes, more carefully to coftume, in which we obferved, that he had been deficient in the firit volume: and, on the whole, has fully anfwered the expectations fhe had raised. Her history is, indeed, a tale of woe, and the wrath of heaven feems, in every inftance, to purfue its faireft offspring. This is, probably, a double errop: we are led to feel, that the molt guarded conduct, and


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