• In the midst of the heath stood an old oak tree, The Devil leap'd up with a horrible cry, And his stature was quickly eleven feet high!- • More cold blew the wind,-more fell howl'd the blast, Every tooth in his head chatter'd quick with his fears, So the Devil flew away with the Lawyer's soul' is a line on which no comment is required, if it be meant for plain prose. More experience will, we doubt not, teach the authors to correct these faults; and we had rather see tokens of genius accompanied with blemishes, than mediocrity with dull correctness. Man Art. 13. Poems on several Occasions. By Charles Crawford, Esq. Crown 8vo. 2 Vols. 7s. Boards. Becket. The first of these volumes is occupied by a poem in six books, intitled The Christian: the second contains-Richmond-Hill-The 8 Dying Dying Prostitute-Augusta and Sophronia-The Forsaken MaidOde on Spring-On Adversity-Verses on the Recovery of a young Lady from Sickness-The Jasmin-Epitaph-Lines on the Death of John Wesley-Imitation of a Passage in Job-The Oak-Paraphrase of the Sermon on the Mount-The Restoration of Jerusalem. In proportion to our approbation of the virtuous and amiable tendency of Mr. Crawford's writings, must be our regret on being restrained by the laws of our Court from paying any high compliments to his Muse: but, as we have remarked, till we are ourselves disgusted with the repetition, good meaning is not a sufficient atonement for bad poetry, when a man professedly undertakes to delight us with the charms of verse. The subject of the first poem is capable of the richest embellishment, or rather is a theme which furnishes the richest and noblest thoughts: to discuss it, then, in tame numbers, must disappoint; and what other character do the following lines exhibit? In pain and danger hence undaunted be, And tread upon the Roman constancy: And be than all their vaunted heroes more, Above their history, their fable soar.' Mr. C. is little attentive to the lucidus ordo; for, in the formation of his lines, words are greatly transposed. Thus, Castalia, sweeter than, O Thames, flow thine.' Oft has my mind deprest new vigor found, The man of taste will be able to appreciate Mr. C's poetical merit from the Ode to Adversity, which we shall transcribe entire. O thou dread pow'r, whose ruthless sway, The gen'ral race of men obey! Full many a keen vindictive dart Yet many of thy stings and scorn, Right manfully for years I've borne. Let Let me dejected in the dust, To all the deathless bliss of heav'n.' We do not see the propriety of calling these lines an ode, any more Art. 14. The Judge; or an Estimate of the Importance of the In the description of an upright and impartial Judge, this author With regard to the composition of this poem, we shall endeavour to Fresh from the delving spade, might well awake Skill'd in such inference, as should make the heart 12 This Mo-y. This is a laughable conceit. The figure was bold enough, when the comparison was between the grave and a volume of precious wisdom! There the author should have stopped. - Again, at p. 45, the figure prosopopeia, which has a very happy effect in poetry when temperately employed, is carried to such length that almost every noun for two pages is brought on the stage of human life, and made to act a part in this crowded Phantasmagoria. Again, when the author in his zealous affection for the character which he describes, (p. 19.) speaks of the virtuous Judge whom he venerates as a God,' how can we acquit the reverend Divine, at our tribunal, of the charge of idolatry? To shew that there are other passages, which deserve commenda- As man, for man; he watch'd, with anxious eye, Here the personification adds to the beauty of the image, and the office of Hope is peculiarly poetical. We shall only add that several sensible notes accompany the poem; and we particularly approve of one, in which the author speaks the sentiments of a true Englishman respecting Patriotism, and pays in the meantime a grateful tribute to his patron Lord Sheffield. Art. 15. The Lewes Library Society; a Poem. By John Button, jun. of the Classical and Commercial Academy, Cliff, Lewes, 4to. 38. Button and Co. &c. We need not descant on Library-Societies as being the most cheap, useful, and amusing institutions which can be established in country towns. They afford not only a permanent but a growing fund of instruction, and must obtain the good wishes, if not the actual pa tronage, of all those who are friends to the diffusion of knowlege. As we rank ourselves in this class, we perused with satisfaction the ac count of the establishment and progress of the Library Society at Lewes; and, from Mr. Button's well-written preface, we conceived hopes of finding a laudable institution embellished and recommended by the fascinating attractions of the Muse. Having also mentioned friends who had perused his Poem with a critical eye, and who had favored him with their suggestions, we were prepared (though these suggestions might not have been implicitly adopted) for that dish of REY. SEPT. 1804. H literary ·Mans. literary luxury, a correct and polished Poem. Alas!-but let us not damp the gen'rous ardour of the bard', if we attempt to convince him that he would have pleased a greater number of readers, and have incurred no danger of losing his ass,' (to use his own comparison,) had the hints of his critical friends been more regarded. Poetry has the property of elevating its subject: how Mr. Button has succeeded in this respect, let his view of the Lewes book-society declare: • Doctors their drugs forsake, and swains their fields, To cull the choicer fruits which science yields : And e'en attornies here forget their fee.' The account of the ballotting for members is not more happy: but when Mr. B. proceeds to detail the contents of the library, he makes some little amends in describing the Encyclopædia, by his translation of the motto from Lucretius: Floriferis ut apes in saltibus omnia libant, Omnia nos And, as the bee from ev'ry flow'r that blows, They from each book the worthier part compress'd, Lop the redundant, the defects supply, And wand'ring phrases bind in closer tie.' As a grammarian, how could Mr. Button suffer the following Couplet to stand? • But far the most from Lewes' pop'lous site Her sons repair, and in the cause unite.' August ripes the ear' is not now admissible, for we must distinguish the verb to ripen from the adjective ripe; and ́rouses rage' is a vulgar alliteration, which should be avoided in poetry. For the sake of a word to make out his rhime, Mr. B. has stocked Lewes with men of philosophic genius: To suit the various genius of the throng, These shelves to mild philosophy belong.' Perhaps Mr. Belsham's History of the present reign may stand in the library by the side of Lord Littleton's History of Henry II.: but what reason can there be for joining them together in the same couplet? What a chronological jump backward from the first to the accond line! And ample scope to BELSHAM's pen affords : The second HENRY'S LITTLETON records.' After having celebrated the praise of Dr. Johnson, Mr. B. subjoins this set-off: • Here would I close-but Truth forbids the pause, |