the theory of vifion, with the feveral fpecies of imperfe&t fight. The treatife is executed both with knowlege and judgment, and we know not therefore a more valuable compendium on the fubject. Free Obfervations on the Scurvy, Gout, Diet, and Remedy, &c. By Francis Spilbury. 8vo. 2s. 6d. Wilkie. This pamphlet, like each of those that have formerly appeared under the name of this noftrum-monger, abounds with that bombaftic declamation, and falfe glare of fcience, with which ignorance and empiricifm always endeavour to feduce the credulity of the vulgar. Cures, cafes, certificates, &c. are added in abundance; and even the Mufe is proftituted to confirm the recommendation of Spilfbury's drops. POETRY. The State Mountebank; or Duke and no Duke. A Tale. 4to. 15. Fielding and Walker. This mountebank fells as vile drugs, and talks as much nonfenfe, as any of his itinerant brethren. His bolufes, made up into about two hundred very bad verses, and wrapped in a twelvepenny pamphlet, have made us very fick. If our readers, however, have a mind to taste them, here are two or three for a specimen. Among the croud (of patriots, we fuppofe, our author means; for it is difficult to find out what or whom he aims at) Of grievances they roar'd aloud, Yeomen and Gem'men, boys and burgers Affociations form of purgers; Now here, now hence, and now beyond hence, Extends the civet correfpondence, And many a town and county hall, But W-fm-mit-r above them all, Stinks a vile jakes around the land.' If any gentleman chooses to apply to the doctor for farther ad vice, he may be heard of, we imagine, at Meff. Fielding and Walker's, the publishers, in Pater-nofter Row. An An Epifle to the right hon. John Earl of Sandwich, &c. A Poem. 4to. 1. 6d. Rivington. The mere effufion of gratitude, warm from the heart of some honest man whom lord Sandwich has obliged, and who has no more idea of poetry than the paper which he writes upon. He is, however, a good Englishman, and wishes well to his country, as fufficiently appears from the following lines: • Shall the bright Roman in this distant age, And they who drink fair Thames's waters, bow Long in his peaceful den, fupinely laid, He wakes, he moves, at length he deigns to rise, From the deep foreft fee him bend his way, He roars, he thakes his tail, and watches for his prey.' The circumftance mentioned in the last line, of the British lion fbaking his tail, is truly poetical! There are feveral fine ftrokes of the fame nature in this poem, which, without farther animadverfion, we fhall leave to the contemplation of our readers. Elegy on Captain Cook. To which is added an Ode to the Sun. By Mifs Seward. 4to. 1s. 6d. Dodfley. There is a pathetic tenderness in this Elegy, joined to a perfuafive harmony of numbers, that diftinguishes it from every performance which we have hitherto feen on this melancholy fubject. The fair writer, who has a fine glow of fancy, has availed herself of the Captain's firt voyage, and improved fome parts of it into moft striking and agreeable pictures. The fol lowing lines convey feveral beautiful images, highly adorned by the charms of poetry. • On a lone beach a rock-built temple ftands, Thro' the long aisles the murm'ring tempests blow, A rock-built temple." On one part of this ifle there was a solitary rock, rifing on the coaft with arched cavities, like a majestic temple." F 3 Firft First gentle Flora-round her smiling brow * Shade her white neck, and wanton in the wind; Their goddess-nymph, and gambol in the spray." This is fine painting. The whole poem is indeed elegant and pleafing, and as fuch we recommend it to our readers perufal. If departed fouls were confcious of that praise which is bestowed on them, what pleasure would it give the intrepid adventurer to read the verfes of a Seward! Happy Cook, to be thus celebrated, and thus lamented! An Ode to the Memory of the late Captain James Cook. By W Fitzgerald, of Gray's Inn. 4to. is. Robinson, Ode-writing is a fpecies of compofition which not one in ten thousand ever did or will fucceed in. Mr. W. Fitzgerald of Gray's Inn has no idea of it; for though this little poem is la +Firf gentle Flora.Flora is the goddess of Modern Botany, and Fauna of modern Zoology: hence the pupils of Linnæus call their books Flora Anglica-Fauna Danica, &c.-" The Flora of one of these islands contained thirty new plants." Vegetable filk.-In New-Zealand is a flag of which the natives make their nets and cordage. The fibres of this vegetable are longer and stronger than our hemp and flax; and fome, manufactured in London, is as white and gloffy as fine filk. This valuable vegetable will probably grow in our climate.' A playful kangroo.-The kangroo is an animal peculiar to thofe climates. It is perpetually jumping along on its hind legs, its fore legs being too fhort to be used in the manner of other quadrupeds.' Beauteous Pois. The poi-bird, common in thofe countries, has feathers of a fine mazarine blue, except thofe of the neck, which are of a beautiful filver grey; and two or three fhort white ones, which are in the pinion joint of the wing. Under its throat hang two little tufts of curled white feathers, called its poies, which, being the Otaheitean word for ear rings, occafioned our giving that name to the bird; which is not more remarkable for the beauty of its plumage, than for the exquifite melody of its note." A Giant-bat.-The bats which Captain Cook faw in fome of thefe countries were of incredible dimenfions, measuring three feet and an half in breath, when their wings were extended.' boured boured fecundum artem, and finished, as the author no doubt imagines, to the highest degree of perfection, it gave us no kind of pleasure in the perufal, being throughout Correctly cold and regularly dull.' We will give our readers, however, what we really thought the beft part of the Ode, and let them judge for themfelves. The poet fpeaking of Captain Cook's crew, fays, 'Tis theirs the lab'ring bark to guide, Unbaffled by the fleety winds or crushing tide➡ Loft in doubt, in darkness loft, See a bold tumultuous ho In defp'rate agony demand Their former joys, their native land; To wreck their leaders heav'n-inspir'd defigna Till bland fuccefs Shall make furrounding horrors lefs, And to her glowing hopes difmay's defection gain." Sleety rain we have often heard of, but fleery winds is a new idea, which we cannot rightly comprehend; nor do we at all approve the expreffion in the laft line, of difmay'd defection, which, in our opinion, is extremely ftiff, and rather unintelligible. We refer those who are defirous of feeing more, to the Ode itself, if they choose to confult it, and we wish, though we cannot promife them, much entertainment. Love Elegies, by a Sailor. Written in the Year 1774. 4to. Is. 6d. Wilkie. All that we can learn from thefe Elegies is, that the author was violently in love with Delia, but, unfortunately for him, always unfuccefsful. We are afraid he was fo imprudent as to fhew her his verses. Fugitive Pieces. Written by J. P. Kemble. Small 8vo. 15. 6d. Fielding and Walker. - Mr. Kemble informs us, in a fhort preface to these poems, which are all comprifed in a fmall pamphlet, that he published them because some very imperfect and incorrect copies, difperfed amongst his friends, had crept into the world; and that he therefore collected only thofe of which he had given copies, as far as remembrance permitted him. This is a modeft apology for a publication which, to fay the truth, did not ftand in need of any; as these little pieces, though not of the first rank or form in poetry, are by no means contemptible. They confift principally of fhort compliments, fongs, and occafional prologues. The Picture of Helen, and the Circaffian, have no inconfiderable fhare of merit; and the following tribute of friendship will, we believe, give our readers pleasure in the perufal. 1 Ode to the Memory of Mr. Inchbald. With beetle's fullen hum, Friendship, and the, the maid of penfive mien, And give my friend a tear. Here let me paufe-and pay that tear I owe: That lightly clafps his heart, But ah! how vain-Nor flatt'ry's pow'r, nor wealth's. Can move the tyrant Death. Chaunt immortal harmony. Again the Mufes fing Thalia's was the deed. Thou honest man, farewel!-I wou'd not stain And weft'ring fkirts the sky With ruddy gold and purple, e'er shall fee Thy likeness-nor yon paly Crescent call Her weeping dews to kiss A turf more lov'd than thine. A Letter from Mrs. Straightforward to her Son Timmy. 4to. 15. Rivington. It would be cruel to torture our readers with a fingle line from fuch a wretched production. The Incredible Bore: A familiar Epiftle; from Roger Wittol, Esq. to Mr. John Hedgings. 4to. 1s. 6d. Kearfly. Eighteen-pennyworth of nonfenfe from an Oxford buck to his friend in the country. The following lines may serve to fhew what our readers must expect from the whole, I met Billy Dafher, who afk'd me to dine To cut fuch fine fellows, rich wine, and choice food, But |