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plain deferiptions of the objects, as might, prove perfectly to the fatisfaction of the reader, without fatiguing his attention by that verbofe and diffufe way of writing which was the mode in Dr. Hook's time. The Editor gives us another reafon for abbreviating the letter-prefs part of Dr. Hook's original publication: When this learned author wrote the doctrine of Equivocal Generation †, or a fpontaneous production of many fpecies of minute living animals, as well as vegetables, without any other parents than accident and putrefaction, almost univerfally prevailed; but every thing relative to this hypothefis has been judiciously omitted by the prefent Editor, whofe object was clear defcription, rather than matters of opinion. On the whole, therefore, we recommend this publication as a valuable prefent to the lovers of microfcopical refearches, the moft delightful perhaps of all philofophi cal amufements."

91. The Defence of the Rev. Reginald Bligh, B.A. of Queen's College, Cambridge, against the Prefident and Fellows of that Society, who rejected him as an improper Perfon for a Fellow, on the 12th of January, 1780, upon the Pretence of his want of fufficient Learning to qualify him for that Stution, defigned to clear bim from the unjuft Sufpicions of bis Friends, and the malevolent Infinuations and Afperfions of his Enemies, which the Event bas naturally brought upon bim. 8vo. 1s. 6d. Almon, LOSING Gamefters, it is faid, have a right to complain; but feldom have we feen a complaint preferred with lefs foundation than the prefent. If every candidate difappointed of a fellowship were to appeal to the public, the prefs would need no o her employment; but, in general, they are aware, and this writer fhould learn, that fuch appeals are coram non judice, and that Evil on itfelf will back recoil." Perfonal abufe can only reflect on its employer, and were we to judge of Mr. Bligh's abilities as a divine from his perverfion of fcripture, (Ifaac the Weaver bath done me much evil, &c. This man speaks fo as man never yet Spake), or of his talents as an English jcholar from his talking of 'fetting down

quietly," and "fetting for a fellowship," we fhould conclude that the Prefident and Fellows of Queen's, and the Moderators of the Univerfity, have not done him wrong.

92. Burn's Justice of the Peace, and Parif Officer. Fourteenth Edition, 4 vols. 8vo. fl. Jos. Cadell.

A Work fo well received, and fo often republished, it would be impertinent to recommend, and needlefs even to mention, but for the fake of the additions, which now bring it down to the Statutes of the 19 Geo. III. Two Appendixes are alfo added, I. concerning the office of Juftices of the Peace in Scotland: and II. giving an account of the Statutes of the laft fullion (20 Geo III.) with fome adjudged cafes, one of which, as a curiofity, under the head GAMING, we will add:

“T. 11. Geo. III, Earl of March and Pigot. A verdict having been found for the plaintiff, it was moved on behalf of the defendant for a new trial; the caufe was, on a contract made at Newmarket. A wager was originally propofed between young Mr. Pigot the defendant, and Mr. Codrington, to run their fathers (to ufe the phrafe of that place) each against the other. Sir William Codrington, the father of Mr. Codrington, was then a little turned of fifty; Mr. Pigot's father was upwards of feventy. Lord Offory computed the chances, in the proportion of 500 to 1600 guineas, according to the ages of their refpective fathers. Mr. Codrington thought the computation was made too much in his disfavour; whereupon Lord March Enow Duke of Queenfbury] agreed to ftand in Mr. Codrington's place: and reciprocal notes were accordingly given between Lord March and Mr. Pigot. It happened that at the time of this tranfaction Mr. Pigot's father was dead, unknown and unfufpected by any of the company. He died in Shropshire, 150 miles from London, at two o'clock in the morning of the faid day on which this bet was made at Newmarket after dinfor the plaintiff, with 5251. damages. It was On the trial, the jury gave a verdict moved for a new trial. The objection was, that the contract was void, as being without any confideration; for there was no poffibility of the defendant's winning (his father being actually dead), and therefore he ought

ner.

We must not omit to remark, that the Editor has likewife inferted many new obfervations and difcoveries, made fince Dr. Hook's time, on the feveral subjects which the figures reprefent: fo that, on the whole, a great variety of natural history is conveyed to the reader in a moderate compafs and at a small expence."

Thofe who would fee the doctrine of Equivocal Generation refuted, in a masterly man ner, are referred to a Letter to Sir Robert Southwell, printed at the end of Whitlocke Bulfrode's Effays.

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not to lofe; it was a contract in future, manifeftly made upon the fuppofition of a then future contingency. By Lord Mansfield: The question is, What the parties, really meant The material contingency was, Which of these two young heirs thould first come to his father's eftate. It was not known that the father of either of them was then dead. Their lives, their healths, were neither warranted nor excepted. It was equal to both of them, whether one of their fathers fhould be then fick or dead. All the circumstances fhew, that if it had been then thought of, it would not have made any difference in the bet; and that there was no reafon to prefeme that they would have excepted it; the intention was, that he who first came to his eftate, fhould pay this fum of money to the other who stood in need of it.And the Court unanimoufly difcharged the rule for a new trial. Bur. Mansf. 2802.

93. An Ode to the Memory of Captain James Cooke, of His Majefty's Navy. By a Sea Officer. Dublin, 4to.

THIS Ode, we understand, is by Sir Alexander S, to whom it can be no difparagement to fay that we doubt not he is a better Officer than a Poet.

THEATRICAL REGISTER.
DRURY-LAN E.

O. 28. The Discovery-Comus.
30. Love in a Village-The Elopement.
31. Way of the World-The Quaker.
Nov. 1. Mourning Bride-Cath.and Petruchio
2. The Rivals-Bon Ton

3. Every Man in his Humour-Riv. Cand. 4. Tamerlane-Fortunatus.. 6. Jane Shore The Critic. 7. School for Scandal-Comus. 8. The Committee The Camp.

9. George Barnwell-Queen Mab. 10. The Wonder -The Padlock. 11. Artaxerxes-The Citizen. 13. All for Love-The Camp. 14. Artaxerxes-The Critic."

15. Grecian Daughter-Cath. and Petruchio 16. Artaxerxes-Bon Ton.

17. Trip to Scarborough-Who's the Dupe? 18. Artaxerxes-The Lyar. 20. The Mifer-Bon Ton.

21. Artaxerxes-Critic.

22. Generous Implor-Padlock.

23. Ditto-Comus.

24. Ditto-Critic."

25. Ditto-Camp.

27. Alexander the Great-The Lyar.

28. Rule a Wife and have a Wife-Deferter. 29. Othello-The Lyar.

30. School for Scandal-Comus. Dec. 1. Artaxerxes-Harlequin's Invafion. 2. Generous Impoftor-The Quaker. 4. Douglas-Deaf Indeed! [and DEAD!] Generous Impoftor-The Elopement. Macbeth-The Citizen.

7. Love for Love-Fortunatus, 8. The Stratagem-Harlequin's Invasion. 9. Provok'd Husband-Queen Mab. 11. Douglas The Critic."

12. The Tempest-The Jubilee,
13. Generous Impoftor-Critic.
14. School for Scandal-Queen Mab.
15. Zara The Critic.

16. Loveina Village-High Life below Stairs 18. All for Love--Fortunatus.

19. Old Batchelor-Harlequin's Invafion.
20. The Way of the World-Comus.
21. Douglas The Critic.

22. School for Scandal-The Jubilee.
23. Maid of the Mill-The Camp.
26, Macbeth-The Jubilee.

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21. Belle's Stratagem-Tom Thumb. 22. Love in a Village-St. Patrick's Day. 23. Merchant of Venice-Love a-la-Mode. 24. Theodofius-Upholsterer.

25. The Ilanders-The Apprentice. 27. The West Indian-Tom Thumb. 28. The Illanders-Norwood Gypfies. 29. Ditto-St. Patrick's Day.

30. Merchant of Venice-Love a-la-Mode. Dec. 1. The Iflanders-Deaf Luver. 2. Ditto--Norwood Gypfies. 10 4. Ditto The Lyar,

5. Ditto-The Englishman at Paris. 6. Ditto-Humours of an Election. 7. Merchant of Venice-Love a-la-Mode. 8. Duenna-Three Weeks after Marriage. 9. Belle's Stratagem-Golden Pippin. 11. The IlandersNorwood Gypties. 12. Spanish Fryar-Thomas and Sally. 13. The flanders-Englishmatt at Paris. 14. Merchant of Venice-Love a-la-Mode. 15. The Ilanders-Catherine and Petruchio. 16. Belle's Stratagem-Jovial Crew. 18. Spanish Fryar-Norwood Gypfics. 19. Jane Shore Golden Pippin.” 20. The Inapders-Norwood Gypfies. 21. Spanish Fryar-St. Patrick's Day. 22. The Mittake-Humours of an Election. 23. Belle's Stratagem--The Upholsterer. 26. Richard III.-Humours of an Election

MR. URBAN,

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THE copies of Dr. Beattie's celebrated and truly beautiful ftanzas, intituled The Hermit," which have been generally circulated, being inaccurate and imperfect, give me leave to recommend to a place in your valuable repository the following exact tranfcript from the author's own publication of "The Minstrel, with fame other Poems," Lond. 1779, 8vo. As Signor Giordani has fet a defective copy of "The Hermit" to mufic, it is much to be wished that either he or fome other eminent matter would fet the whole from this now communicated by your occafional correfpondent, ACADEMICUS. AT the clofe of the day, when the hamlet

is ftill,

And darkness and doubt are now flying away. No longer 1 roam in conjecture forlorn. So breaks on the traveller, faint, and aftray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph defcending,

And Nature all glowing in Eden's firft bloom! On the cold cheek of Death fmiles and rofes are blending,

And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb."

EPILOGUE TO THE ANDRIA. Said to be written by Mr. HAYES; and spoken Westminster School, 1785.

MYSIS loquitur.

Ompofita eft Chryfis, civis nova nupta reperta eft

And mortals the sweets of forgetfulnes prove, Co

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Why, lone Philomela, that languishing fall? For fpring fhall return, and á lover beltow, And forrow no longer thy bofom inthrall. But, if pity infpire thee, renew the fad láy ; Mourn, fweetest complainer, man calls thee [away: O footh him, whofe pleasures like thine pafs Full quickly they pafs-but they never return. Now gliding remote, on the verge of the fky, The moon half extinguith'd, her crefcent difplays:

to mourn;

But lately I mark'd, when majestie on high She fhone, and the planets were loft in her blaze. Roll on thou fair orb, and with gladnefs purfue The path that conducts thee to iplendor again. But man's faded glory what change thall reAh fool! to exult in a glory to vain! [new! 'Tis night, and the landfcape is lovely no

more's [you; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, [with dew. Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering No yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo bloffom will fave. But when shall fpring vifit the mouldering urn! Owhen thallit dawn on the night of the grave!" 'Twas thus, by the glare of falfe fcience betray'd,

That leads, to bewilder; and dazzles, to blind; My thoughts wont to roam, from thade onward to shade,

Deftruction before me, and forrow behind.
"Opity, great Father of night, then I cry'd,
Thy creature who fain would not wander
Icom thee!

Lo, humbled in duft, I relinquith my prides From doubt and from darkness thou only canit free!

Atque audit parto fæmina honefta viro. Hem quid Ego? ut forex ruituras deferit ædes, Inveni quæftum profpiciendo novum. Haud Myfis-Veftina vocor-Zonemque decore,

Induta hane rofeam, prodeo Diva falus. Nec longe hinc Dominus, mediis bene notus Adelphis,

Ille electricus ac ignipotens medicus Cæruleâ geminus vefte, immanique Galero Molegigas luftos fervat utrinque fores. Nec minus interius nitet admiranda fupellex, Tota falutifero fulmine plena domus. Hine varias vires, varios depromit in ufus, Omnibus hæc morbis fola medela venit. Nil Siphoné opus eft, fi quis fit hydrophicus,

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Cumque adeo eft hodie cordi fœcundia plebi. Hine vir, et hinc mulier quæque fit apta, foro.

Quin adfittumidus ventre Aldermannus obefo, (Artis nec fpecimen certius effe poteft) Extemplo bellus cultufque videbitur, et qui

Fudit in os epulas, fundet ab ore jocos. Ipfe etiam Prætor paulo fi ignavior effet,

Aut dubiis trepidus rebus, inerfque nimis, Corporis hinc fumet vires, animique vigorem, Nil aget imprudens, nil timide aut temere, Granduis arcanum reftat, referabitur illud Electis, grandi at non nifi cum Pretio Lectus ftat med â pofitus genialis in aulâ, Quo non, crede mihi, lectus amabilior. At fi forte novo perfuafus dogmate, quifquam Uxores fecum vellet habere duas Hinc erit Aureolis pro quinquaginta puella,

1116 centum vult numerare, puer. [valete Nunc quid opus medis, medici genus omne En fole in terras detulit ipfa falus.

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Written by Mr. JEKYLL

HE men, like tyrants of the Turkish
kind,

have long our fex's energy confin'd;
In full-drefsblack, and bows, and folemn talk,
Have lang monopoliz'd the Prologue's walk;
But till the dippant Epilogue was our's,
It afk'd. for gay fupport, the female powers;
It afk'd a flirting air, coquet and free,
And fo to murder it, they fix'd on me.
Much they mistake my talents--I was born
To tell, in fobs and fighs, fome tale forlorn;
To wet my handkerchief with Juliet's woes,
Or tune to Share's defpair my tragic nofe.
Yes, gentlemen, in education's fpite,
You fill thall find that we can read and write;
Like you can well a debt or a debate,
Can quit the card-table to steer the ftate,..
And bid our Belle Affemblee's rhetoric flow,
To drown your dull declaimers at Soho.
Methinks, e'en now I hear my fex's tongues,
The thrill, fimart melody of female lungs!
The storm of Question, the Divifion calm,
With "hear her! hear her! Mrs. Speaker,
Ma'am!

"Oh Order Order!" Kates and Sufans rife, And Marg'ret moves, and Tabitha.replies. Look to the Camp-Coxheath and War

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A female Dramatift to grace the cause-
So fade the triumphs of prefumptuous man!
And would you, ladies, but complete my plan,
Here should ye fign fome patriot petition,
To mend our conftitutional condition.
The men invade our rights, the mimic cives
Lifp and nick-name God's creatures, like our-
[fret,
Rouge more than we do, fimper, flounce, and
And they coquet, gord Gods, bow they coquet!
They too are coy, and, monftrous to relate,
Their's is the coynefs in a tête a tête.
Yes, ladies, yes, I could a tale unfold,
Would barrew up your-cushions were it told;
Part your combined curls, and freese-ponatum
At griefs and grievances, as I could state 'em.
But fucb eternal blazon mußt not speak;
Besides, the Houfe adjourns fome day next
week.

This fair Committee fhall detail the reft,
Then let the monsters, if they dare, Prof.

PROLOGUE TO DEAF INDEED."

Written by M. PANDREWS, Eƒ¡ And performed ONCE at Drury-lane Theatre. Spoken by Mr. KING. WHAT! more fore'd humour, and

unmeaning mirth!
Shall Folly only give to Laughter birth? --
Muft more deaf gentry court your approba-
tion;
Erion?-
Fellows that cannot hear their own darina-
Better at once decree the flage be dumb,
Nor write French farces, nor re-write Tom
Thumb:

No actor then could make the critic furly
All would be perfect, like my good Lord
Burleigh:
[ye-
No bard again with wretched ftuff corld bore
Bat hold! to prove the point, I'll tell a story
Once on a time-it hits the cafe exact;
No-now's the time-and fo l'll tell a fact
In thefe choice days of general reforma-

tion, [nation A certain deafnefs runs through half the Should fome proud peer a finecure inherit, Highly he talks of independence, spirit,—" But, fhould the public bid, refign, de frees "What is't they fay," he cries- do they fpeak to me?"

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And if all parties roar, fecede, fecede,
Why then his Grace is very deaf indeed.

Yet times there are, our contradiction's
fuch,

When want of hearing may affift us much;
If while the Colonel's forward tale is told,
My Lady Thingum would affect a cold.
Blefs me, how ftrange! I cannot hear a word——
That prudent deafness would befriend my lord:
His lordship too, in fpite of kind advice,
He could by no means hear the rattling dice,
If no Club Eloquence could move-his hand,
His fame might,tumble, but his oaks prouid
ftand.

[ing,

Should iofe a little of her lover's fwearing,
If finiling Mifs too, fomewhat hard of hear-
If when he talk'd of vows, the answer'd go,
If when he mention'd Scotland, the cry'd
[food,

What though the fwain were hardly woder-
The lady's fortune might be full as good.-
Suppofe I do but joke, the courtly tribe,
Turn'd a deaf ear and frown'd-at what?, a
bribe;-
[pather!
Lord, what furprize! what bustling! what a
But foft, let wiler heads thefe points difeufs-
How we should fare, and grin at one another!
On no account I'd have ye deaf to us.

IMPROMPTU, by a Genkman, on reading the
Chapter of Polygamy, in Mr. Madan's
Thelypthora,

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See LETSOM the Good!le, he shines like the day!

While Charity fhouts “ he is mine!" You feel not the joys of benevolent fouls t Ye know not their gladness of heart: No moving emotion your ftupor controls, But when with a penny you part.

Because you are true to the church and the king,
You think you are wonderful good!
But this to your virtue no honour will bring,
For there you would wrong-if you cou'd
The rust of your riches your flefh fhall con-
fume,

And thew you how great your delufion.
The gold of the Miser thall poison his tómb,
And rife to his utter confufion.
Marffield, Dec. 3, 1780.

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You plead'tis your duty your children to blefs, A Virgin, beautiful and gay,

And hard for their fortunes you labour?
And is it not duty the wants to redrefs
Of a flarving and defolate neighbour?
"But 'tis for the great ones, (you cry) to do
Forthey have great riches tofpare. [good,
For what we have gotten, 'tis well underitoød,
Was gotten with labour and cafe.

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And was it then gotten to muck by your fide! And ruft in your coffers unfeen ? Your wifer defcendants will make it theirpride To thew us what foods you have been.Your fouls are as bafe as the danghill you tread, Your confcience is rotten as rags. One object alone has the leafe of your head, And that is the drofs in your bags. Humanity mourns that you breathe in her form Of upright oftenfible ftature; Much fitter to creep as a grub or a werm, That has nothing but dirt in its nature. You fee not the children of want in the street, You hear not the cries of the poor: The gold in your hand is the lead in your feet, And the pullies that faften your door. Divine Senfibility's heart-warming power, Ne'er kindled compaffion in you. You have in effect but one fenfible hour, And that's when your intereft falls due. You fqueeze the poor labourer downto the duft And ferew him to fave an odd penny; You beat down his wages to lefs than is juft, And grudge that you're bound to pay any. The doors of affliction you never unbar, Nog vifit the houfes of grief.

[afar, hear from

The groans of the wretched you But never draw near with relief..

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A frequent guest was feen, Where wounded fore by Rebels lay A youth of gallant mien. His limbs, fo active once, a load And palenefs dimm'd his cheeks that glow Of piercing anguifh bore: With ruddy health before.

To footh with fmiles the damfel ftrove,

And chearful chat His (mart,
Till child of gentle Pity, Love,
· Had fole into her heart.
O then the left, with him to ftay,

Soft Pleafure's fportive train;
By fwains to sprightly, dance or play
Solicited in vain,

His faded cheek, his feeble frame,

With fondnefs fhe furvey'd;
While inodeft fenfe conceal'd the flame
That on her bofom prey'd,
A clofe attendant near his bed,
On every look the hung,
And all his wifhes heedful read

Or e'er they met his tongue.
To him the brought the healing balm,
His anguish to affuage;

For him the pour'd the draught to calm
The burning fever's rage,
Oft to his ruffled mind repofe

Her fweet perfuafion gave;
And oft to heaven her vows arofe,
His doubtful life to fave.
But when at lalt a cure was wrought,
By means her care applied,,
The youth reffor'd, his country
The maid forfaken died.
Ah! had this generous youth but known
What pangs her heart would pro.c,
He ne'er had left her thus alone,

To pine with hopeless love."

Then let the tale attention find,"

Thefe faithful lines relate,

fought.

"

Let chance fome fair, of heart as kind, Should meet as fad a fate.

S. D.

*** See a very affecting account of a timely relief given to a miferable family, in à letter

from this worthy gentleman, in our Magazine for January laft, P. 25.

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