efpecially as Temple is evidently copied from Lely, and Dryden (if we miftake not) from Sir Godfrey Kneller.

Dean Percy is very properly chofen as the patron ofthefe fugitive remains," not only for his unqueftionable taste in poetry, but as a kinfman of the Editor, both being related to the poet CLEIVELAND, fome extracts of whofe works are promifed in a future volume.

13. Poems by a young Nebleman of giftinguifbed Abilities, lately deceafed [Lord Lyttelton] 410. 25 6d. Kearily.

SEQUITUR patrem non passibus æquis, though it must be owned that this " young nobleman" approached much nearer to his father in abilities, than he did in virtues, whatever the editor may think of "the goodness of his heart," and however "his intimate companion" (in the preface) may palliate his vices. The firit and longest of these poems is entituled, "the State of England, and the once flourishing City of London. In a Letter from an American Traveller, dated from the ruinous Portico of St. Paul's, in the year 2199, to a friend fettled in Bofton, the Metropolis of the Western Empire." This, though incorrect, bears strong marks of genius and imagination, but the first part of it, which is in blank verfe, is fo fuperior to the conclufion, which is in rhyme, that we fulpect it has been added by fome inferior hand. But that any of our Edwards conquered Paris, and that the Peruvians inhabit Cuba *, are difcoveries for which we are indebted to his Lordship. The other pieces are, to Lady Cat-n A-nf-y on her departure for Ireland. To G-e Ed-d Ayf-h, Efq; [his firft coufin] from Venice. An Ode, written under the Statue of Cupid in Hagley Gardens. An irregular Ode, wrote at Vicenza in Italy. An Invitation to Mifs Warb-rt-n. An Extempore Rhapfody. On Mr. **** at Venice. An Invitation to Mrs. A-a D-- wrote at Ghent in Flanders. Thyrfis and Mira, an Ode to Mifs W-r-n. nobiliffimi Viri Comitis Savorgnani Laudes Epigramma, prefented with a basket of flowers to Earl Temple, in the year 1765, by a child in the cha

In

that ftandard which by Edward's

hands

Was rais'd o'er Paris' captive tow'rs; and Lince

From Porto Bello or rich Cuba's walls The amaz'd Peruvian faw

racter of Queen Mab, (unfinished) An Extempore in Italy, 1770. Re tirement. The Kifs of Love, or Love and Virtue. A Dialogue." Of these, moft, we think, would have been better suppressed than published; and the ladies, we are fure, however inviting, cannot be pleafed at being thus invited in public. The Ode to Cupid we will felect, as not only the shorteft, but the leaft exceptionable.

"To him whofe genial wings out fpread O'er Chaos wild abyfs

From blind confufion order bred,

And bade the hubbub ceafe:
To him who from the 'Eternal fprung,
Coeval with his Sire,

To him on whofe harmonious tongue

Dwells more than human fire: To him whose mild, whofe puiffant fway The varied world obeys, To Love I raise the votive † lay,

To Love I give the bay."

14. Difcourfes on various Subjects. By Jacob Duché, Retter of Christ Church and St. Peter's, in Philadelphia; and formerly of Clare Hall, Canbridge, 2 vol. 8vo. H. Payne.

THIS writer, an American by birth, was appointed affiftant minifter, or curate, of thefe united churches in 1759, and elected to the rectorflip of them in 1775. Being now exiled from his family, and churches he has been kindly and generously received in England (which be gratefully acknowledges), and his numerous fubfcription is honoured with the names of perfons of all ranks, procured by his friends and relations" without giving him the trouble of folliciting a tingle name." Two elegant defigns, taken from thofe two capital paintings of his friend and countryman Mr. Welt, viz. the angels appearing to the thepherds, (now the altar-piece of Rochefter cathedral) and Peter's denial of Chrift, are placed as frontispieces to these volumes. Mr. Duché also acknowledges his obligations to "his dear friend the tranflator of Thomas a Kempis," to whose name we are forry we must own ourselves ftrangers. The work is dedicated to Lady Juliana Penn. In the difcourfes we do not difcover any thing remarkably new or ftriking.

+ Mifprinted lays ;" and for feveral foch errors (though he announces • corrections' in this 3d edition) the editor is accountable, fuch as Orelan' for Orellana,'' Britannia' for Britain,' and many others that mar the metic.

Mr. URBAN,

N reading fome time ago a modern publication (whofe title I now forget), I met with the following lines in Latin, on the moral government of providence, the beauty of which pleafed me fo much, that I attempted a tranflation of them, which I fend OXONIENSIS. you with the original.

Si vitam infpicias hominum, fi denique mores,
Artem, vim, fraudem cuncta putes agere.
Si propius fpectes, fortuna eft arbitra rerum;
Nefcis quam dicas, & tamen effe vides.
At penitus fi introfpicias, atque ultima primis
Connectas, tantúm eft rector in orbe Deus.
Trauflation.

On men and manners if you caft an eye,
All feems the fport of fraud and flattery:
Look nearer ftill-'tis nought but fortune's
game;

And what is fortune? but an empty name.
If Atill beyond your curious fearch extends,
Comparing final caufes with their ends,
On every fide, what truth and mercy fhine!
All fpeaks the influence of a hand divine.

INSCRIPTION on a Piece of Plate, prefented to the Lord-Keeper HARCOURT, by Dr. SACHEVERELL. [See vol. XLIX. p.293.]

VIRO Honoratiffimo,
Univerfi Juris Oraculo,
Ecclefiæ & Regni Præfidio & Ornamento,
SIMONI HARCOURT Equiti Aurato,
Magnæ Britanniæ Sigilli Magni Cuftodi,
Et Sereniffimæ Reginæ è Secretioribus confiliis;
Ob caufam meam, coram Supremo Senatu,
In Aula Weftmonafterienfi,

Nervofa cum facundia
& fubafta Legum Scientia,
Benignè & conftanter defenfam;
Ob prifcam Ecclefiæ Doctrinam,
Inviolandam Legum Vim,
Piam Subditorum Fidem,
Et Sacrofanéta Legum Jura,
Contra Nefarios Perduellium Impetus

Feliciter Vindicata ;

Votivum hoc Munufculum
Gratitudinis ergo
D. D. D.

HENRICUS SACHEVERELL. S. T. P.
Anno Salutis MDCCX.

"O fpare my lov'd Derwent," I said,
As low to the tyrant I fell,
And proftrate before him was laid,

And may heav'n ftill fmile where you
• " dwell!"

But vain the faid tale of my woe,

Nor pray'rs, nor deep fighs, could fucceed His bofom no mercy did know,

"Be gone"-he faid, "Derwent muft "bleed."

My Derwent, alas! was my all,

How hard then that all to refign!
To live without Derwent in thrall!
And yet that fore task must be mina.
How oft thro' the grove do I ftray,

And wonder you do not appear!
How oft does your lifping fon fay,

"I with my lov'd father was here!" When wak'd from my frenzy I cry,

"O heav'ns! is Derwent no more? "Transport me, ye gods, to his sky,

"Or elfe my fond husband restore!"

The DANCE of the HEAVENS; or MUSIC of the SPHERES. A Contemplative View of the Solar or Copernican System.

H

ARK! 'tis the ftrains of Heaven I hear
In fweet majestic fwell.

See! 'tis the dance of heavenly fpheres
Enchants our eyes, and charms our cars,
Beyond what tongue could tell.
The ftarry lamps in yonder skies

Light up the etherial dome,
On every orb that whirls, and flies,
They look with twice ten thousand eyes,
And light them out and home.

The Sun, great monarch of the whole,
Directs th' eternal dance.
He pours the animating foul,
While right and left from pole to pole
The fhining ranks advance.

The greater planets duly rife,

And move with air fublime,
They join, they part, yet harmonize,
And twell the chorus of the fkies,
In never-erring time.

The offer planets glide along,

In more contracted sphere,
The Moon, in concert, joins the throng,
And never treads her paces wrong,
Tho' changing all the year.

This Globe Terrestrial ftarts and joins
In the celeial race;
She fmoothly dances thro' the figns,
And never breaks her deftin'd lines,
Or wanders from her place.
The Comets rove, in space unknown,
But rove with just command;
They light their torches at the sun,
And long eliptic journeys run,
Across the admiting Land.

While

While Gravitation's fteady power,

Supports, controuls, and binds; They never joftle in their tour, But keep the minute, day, and hour, Like focial friendly minds. Central, involv'd, excentric scene!

Through different orbits whirl'd; Each globe a feparate world is feen, Yet all compofe one grand machine, One complicated world.

In fweet accord the orders roll,
Melodioufly they move;

No jarring notes their joys control,
'Tis love, and light, infpire the whole,
For God is light and love.

Angels look on with vaft surprise,

And men with vaft applaufe; They fee what endless wonders rife, Through all the regions of the skies,

And praife the great First Caufe.

W. O.

APICTURE taken from the LIFE. ATURE and Fortune one day meeting Each other hail'd with courteous greeting.

Ni

And Fortune first, "Where have you been,
Sifter! that you're so feldom feen?
What youth, or what romantic fair,
Is now the object of your care?”
Nature reply'd, with accent grave,
"A fav'rite charge indeed I have.
A maid with every virtue grac'd,
Is in a calm retirement plac'd.
Her heart with goodness is replete,
Her wit is keen, her temper sweet.
Good-humour brightens ev'ry feature;
She is a most engaging creature."

"Indeed, cries Fortune, with a fneer,
You know not what you fay, my dear.
You cannot think, in these our days,
Virtue a modern female's praife.
Send her to me, and I'll engage
Three months fhall fit her for the age.
The glare of drefs, the charms of play,
Shall chace her fober thoughts away.
Wealth and ambition fhall combine
To make this fair-one wholly mine."

Says Nature," You have my permission,
But it must be on this condition:
If, as I trust, the shall refine,
And from temptation brighter fhine,
To me henceforth you'll quit the field,
And Fortune fhall to Nature yield."

Things thus agreed, th' accomplish'd maid
To diftant regions is convey'd.
Drawn from her feene of private life,
The virgin foon became a wife:
Her confort's brow, with laurel crown'd,
In chains the vanquish'd Nabob bound:
Like Philip's fon in warlike ftate,
Thrice conquer'd India, owns him great.

Returning home, what triumphs rife!
Enough to dazzle female eyes:
His riches Poland's crown would buy,
His glories with his riches vie.

Fortune enrag'd, to Nature hies, "I thought your paragon was wife; Sure fuch a mother, fuch a wife, Was never feen in courtly life. When I beftow'd a fon and heir, I never dreamt 'twould be her care, That he not only should inherit His father's fortune, but his merit. She'd rather wipe the widow's tears, Than wear a province at her ears." Nature reply'd, 'The conteft end, Be Fortune once true Virtue's friend: And let it be our mutual care

To blefs thro' life this matchlefs pair. From us they must their joys derive; Nature and Fortune join for CLIVE."

One of the TWELVE NEW BALLADS lately
fet to Mufic by Mr. LINLEY.
HINK not, my love, when fecret grief
Preys on my fadden'd heart,

Think not I wish a mean relief,
Or would with sorrow part.
Dearly I prize the fighs fincere,

That my true fondness prove,
Nor could bear to check the tear
That flows from hapless love.
Alas! tho' doom'd to hope in vain
The joys that love requite,

Yet will I cherish all its pain

With fad, but dear delight.
This treafur'd grief, this lov'd despair,
My lot for ever be;

But, dearest! may the pangs I bear
Be never known to thee!

SONNET imitated from the Spanish of D. MANUEL DE VELASCO. See Appendix to Twiss's Travels into Spain.] F thon wouldft with to ape a Lord, Intemperate be and haughty:

In fee retain each wrinkled bawd;

Have taste for all that's naughty.
To tinfel'd coxcombs, pert and vain,
Be ever wondrous civil:
But if appears an honest man,
Avoid him as the devil.

In carriage ride when thon might'st walk,
Thy hand withhold from giving;

With titled courtiers feem to talk,
As that befpeaks good living.

And if a favour's afk'd of thee,

Be fure to look behind ye;

But borrow from each friend you fee,
Nor after let him find ye.
With earnest care your money waste
In baubles of the bon-ton;

To your fair wife alone be chatte,
But kind to ev'ry wanton.
Demand, ne'er pay, 'gainst tru'h award,
Thy heinous vices mask all!
If then thou'rt not a mighty Lord,
Thoul't prove an arrant Refcal.

Feb. 9, 1780.

J. D. PROLOGVE

AMERICAN NEWS continued from

page 41.

Gen. Lincoln's Letter to Congrefs on the
Defeat of the combined Army before
Georgia.
Sir,

IN

Charles Town, 09. 22, 1779. N my laft of the 5th ult. I had the honour of informing Congrefs, that Count d'Estaing was arrived off Savannah.

Orders were immediately given for affembling the troops-they reached Zubly's Ferry and its vicinity on the 11th, and fome were thrown over-the 12th and 13th were fpent in croffing the troops and baggage, which was effected, though not without great fatigue, from the want of boats, and badnefs of the roads through a deep fwamp of near three miles, in which are many large creeks-the bridges over them the enemy had broken down. We encamped upon the heights of Ebenezer, 23 miles from Savannah, and were there joined by the troops from Augufta, under General M'Intoth. The 14th, not being able to afcertain whether the Count had yet landed his troops, though feveral expreffes had been fent for that purpofe, we remained encamped. On the 15th being advised that the Count had difembarked part of his troops, and that he would that night take poft nine miles from Savannah, we moved and encamped at Cherokee-hill, nine miles from the town. The 16th we formed a junction before Savannah. After reconnoitring the enemy's works, finding the town well covered, and knowing their determination to defend it, it was deemed neceffary to make fome approaches, and try the effects of artillery. From the 18th to the 23d we were employed in landing and getting up the ordnance and stores; a work of difficulty, from the want of proper wheels to tranfport them, the cannon being on fhip carriages. On the evening of the 23d ground was broke, and on the 5th inft. the batteries of 33 pieces of cannon and nine mortars were opened on the enemy, and continued with intervals till the 8th, without the withed for effect. The period having long fince elapfed, which the Count had affigned for this expedition, and the engineers informing him that much more time must be fpent, if he expected to reduce the garrifon by regular approaches, and his longer ftay being impoffible-matters were reduced to the alternative of raif

ing the fiege immediately, and giving up all thoughts of conqueft, or attempting the garrifon by affault; the latter was agreed on, and in the morning of the 9th, the attack was made; it proved unfuccefsful, and we were repulfed with fome lofs.

When the Count firft arrived, he informed us that he could remain on fhore eight days only; he had spent four times that number; his departure therefore be came indifpenfable, and to re-embark his GENT. MAG. Feb. 1780.

ordnance and ftores claimed his next attention; this was compleated on the 18th.

The fame evening, having previously fent off our fick, wounded, and heavy baggage, the American troops left the ground, reached Zubly's Ferry the next morning, recreffed, and encamped that night in Carolina. The French troops encamped on the night of the 18th about two miles from Savannah; they were after 24 hours to reembark at Kincaid's landing.

Our difappointment is great, and what adds much to our fenfe of it is the lofs of a number of brave officers and men; among them, the late intrepid Count Pulaski.

Count d'Estaing has undoubtedly the intereft of America much at heart. This he has evidenced by coming to our affiflance, by his conftant attention during the fiege, his undertaking to reduce the enemy by affaults, when he defpaired of effecting it otherwife, and by bravely putting himself at the head of his troops, and leading them to the attack. In our fervice he has freely bled; I feel much for him, for while he is fuffering the diftreffes of painful wounds he has to combat chagrin. I hope he will bo confoled by an affurance, that altho' he has not fucceeded according to his wishes, and thofe of America, we regard with high approbation his intentions to ferve us, and that his want of fuccefs will not leffen our ideas of his merit.

I fhould have inclofed a lift of the killed and wounded in the laft action, but the adjutant-general, in whofe hands they are, though on his way, is not arrived in town. But fo far as I can remember, the whole amount is 170.

Major Clarkfon will have the honour of delivering this; from his attention and affiduity in fervice, he has had an opportunity of remarking cach particular; this his merit has improved, and enables him to give Congrefs every fatisfactory information. To him I beg leave to refer them for a minute detail.

I have the honour to be, with the highest regard and eftcem, your Excellency's most obedient fervant, B. LINCOLN.

In October laft a party of Indians furthe command of Col. David Rogers, near prized a body of Virginian militia, under the mouth of the Miame, and cut in pieces more than 50 of their number, in which were included the colonels Rogers and

Campbell, with most of the officers who

commanded the detachment.

HISTORICAL CHRONICLE.
January 9.

Monfieur de Sartine tranfmitted to the committee of proprietors interested in the ifland of Grenada two arrets of the French king's council of ftate; one concerning the debts of the inhabitants of the island of

Gre