Review of New Publications.Index Indicatorius.. 7. A complete Investigation of Mr. Eden's 8. A Prize in the Prefeut Lottery, for Servants, Apprentices, Be. AS we know the intention with which the Clergyman, who is the author of this, put it together, we fhall only tranfcribe the preface: "Parents, tradefpeople,, and mafters or mifrefles of families, who regard either their own interefts or the interefts of their fellow-creatures, will, it is hoped, diftribute this publication, and cause it to be read aloud in every kitchen, uurfery, fervants'hall, &c. where they have any authority." We will just add, that the author has done his duty; but others will be very deficient in theirs, if the awful account of Samuel Wilcox and Sarah Bagenhall be not univerfally put into the INDEX 67 hands of inferior people in London, Birmingham, and every other place to which the lottery and its confequences extend. 9. The Protection of Providence; an Ode; facred to the Fame of Mr. Howard. THE chief merit of this performance is, the fource whence the images are drawn; and, next to that, the fcrip tural language in which they are in general expreffed. "It is not the only object of this Ode," the author tells us," to celebrate the fingular humanity of the man to whofe fame it is confecrated. The Guardian Care of Heaven over all good men is defcribed; and Mr. Howard is, in fome measure, confidered as at once fulfilling the gracious defign of Providence, and reprefenting the genius of the prefent age, in which human nature, more enlightened than at any former period of fociety, returns, with a fenfible current, from barbarous prejudices and antipathies, to the fimplicity and natural benevolence of primitive and patriarchal times. This happy change is afcribed to the progress of Truth, natural and moral, agreeable to Scripture, experience, and the nature of things." A fpecimen fhall be given next month. INDICATORIUS; (and fee p. 8) THE late ingenious Mr. SMEATHMAN (in a Paper he fent to us a few Days before his Death, fee vol. LVI. p. 620) on the Subject of educating Children, afks this Question: "Is it impoffible that there fhould be a School conducted upon a "Plan wherein the Children of all Sects might have a liberal Education without being biaffed in their religious Opinions, but be left at Liberty to read and un"derstand the Scriptures according to the Abilities with which they were en"dued ?" Probably, he fays, Dr. Parr and moft other Divines will fay, Yes. I contend for the Poffibility, and affert, that Mankind are arrived at that Degree of Candour to make it practicable. There is, however, no Doubt but that à Plan might be drawn up fraught with fuperior Advantages, which every Sect might put in Execution, adding to it their own particular Ideas of religious Inftruction, which would therefore not intrench, as they think, on Liberty of Confcience. It would at least leave every Parent the Liberty of enflaving the Minds and Beliefs of their own Children in their own Way. It is not eafy to diftinguith wherein, this new Mode of Education would be preferable to the old Mode. Can it be meant, that one certain Mode of learning to write and read, to teach the Claffes and the Sciences, fhould be eftablished, but that every Father should be at Liberty to inftru&t his Children in religious Principles, would this be likely to unite Men more in the Bond of Peace? We heartily with Mr. S. had lived to re-c nfider this Marrer, and to have rendered it more acceptable to our Readers.-F. F. fays, Dr. S. Chandler did not fign himfelf "V.D. M." but "DD. F.R. S. and A.S." and that he was not merely "a Man of fome Eminence among the Diffenters," but of very great Eminence, in Point of Learning having had few Superiors.-A SINCERE FRIEND has our Thanks; as has the Inquirer after the Life and Writings of Lord Kaims, which we should be as glad as himself to fec.-S. P. of Fairford tells us, he cnce faw, at Britweil houfe, a young Pigeon whofe Wings were wired instead of being feathered; and afks if the like has been elfewhere ob. Served:-The Lines On a late Royal Demife" are inadmiflible.-ECKONOPHILUS is referred to M. Sewell the Bookfeller.-The Information obligingly furnished by J. PEERS (that Edward Dodfon was appointed in 1653 to keep the Parish Regifter of Ickleford, Herts, contains nothing that is at all unusual. ODE 68 Select Poetry, Ancient and Modern, for January, 1787. ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR. Written by T. WARTON, Esq. Poet Laureat, And fet to Mufic by Mr. PARSONS. I. IN rough magnificence array'd, When ancient Chivalry display'd In fome proud cattle's high-arch'd hall, The Minstrel ftruck his kindred ftring, Or bore the radiant redcross thield With fairy trappings fraught, and shook life; No more, beftriding barbed feeds, He moulds his harp to manners mild; III. And now he tunes his plaufive lay Where Thames, yet rural, rolls an artless Who love to view the vale divine, To Kings, who rule a filial land, Should Treafon arm the weakeft hand f To Thefe, his heart-felt praise he bears, And with new rapture haftes to greet This feftal morn, that longs to meet, With luckieft aufpices, the laughing Spring; And opes her glad career, with bleffings on her wing! OF WILLIAM ANDKEWS, Who died the 10th O. 1734, aged 73. With humble means by toil acquir'd, Far from the bufy world, retir'd. Supported by the fhield of Faith, And fpeak the peace he felt within. Calmly he then refign'd his breath," MR. URBAN, T HE inclofed lines are written from a father to his daughter on her elope ment, at the age of 16, with an officer who was only known to her by fome few occafi⚫onal meetings, at the public rooms at C. Is it not thecking, that, at fuch a tender age, her mind could poffibly be reconciled, for any felf-gratification whatsoever, to fuch a cruel ftep as that of leaving the mansion of the best and tendereft of parents (who lite rally idolized this only daughter), at a time too when his abfence from her was occafioned by an act of duty to his dying mother: Youth indeed extenuate a rath step, but may it rather aggravates a base one; and the conSummate artifice of her whole conduc in the of fuch a father, in Juab circumstances, for affair, the ungenerous, unfeeling defertion the fake of gratifying fuch a pallion for a man whofe perfon must have been her only object (for the could not poffibly know his character), might furely point her out defervedly for a more public theme of cenfure, for the additional fecurity of others of her fex and age; though few, I truft, of the fair daughters of Britain could at any age be capable of all her conduct !-Nevertheless, the Select Poetry, Ancient and Modern, for January, 1787. the ideas and fentiments herein conveyed may poffibly contribute to put others on their guard, for the fake of their own characters, their own duties, their own happiness. I wish you could prevail on the truly in- To Lady MS, Muft I not grieve, while any fenfe remains, Now, Heav'n be prais'd! thefe pangs are mine alone! No mother lives, with frantic forrow wild, Heav'n faw, with pity faw, the future grief; What fhall I fay? reproaches rife in vain ; Nor fix'd her dagger in a father's foul; Pointed alike to wound her own rash feet, 69 Nor lefs ingenious Nature's ready tongue Thy ample store of life's prime blessings gone, Meanwhile thy confcience, at fome future Is fure to vindicate its flighted power. How will it wring thee with diffracting woe; How feel my injuries-and thy difgrace! Prologue Spoken by Mr. William Fector, at Written by Mr. GILLUM. PROLOG Should frike at once the lordling and the cit; "Tis fatire's talk to root the sprouting weeds, Which rife fo thick, and choak diftinction's feeds, For honours now defcend on high and low, For his neglected fhop cares not a fig. Ev'a 79 Sela Poetry, Ancient and Modern, for January, 1787. Ev'n now in thought he quits his greafy fland, And shines a baronet with his bloody band. His trophies rifing in each slaughter'd brace ; The conqu'ring fair altho' no blood the fpill, rear. A Pale Fradery with envy bites her lip On this foundation future fame is built, And not a drop of noble blood is fpilt. Now for poor Zara, the was too fantaftic, Her notions were at best enthufiaftic: Should fuch weak fcruples be to love a bar ? Alas, the felt the carry'd hers too far! Sir Flimfy fays, "I hate fuch devotees, "Whole pious orgies only make one freeze! "Give me the fair whom nothing can reftrain, "Who looks on all but one with just difdain, "If I'm indifferent yet can love the more, "And if I'm fickle, she muit fill adore, Nay, ev'n her great affection to exprefs, "Flatters my wit, my elegance and drefs, "Defends my neckcloth 'gainft each idle "prater, [ter "Who fwears I've ftole a napkin from a wai"Will ev'n the use of my clipp'd skirts unfold, Which like trimm'd gamecocks makes me "look more bold, "While, in return, I generously stoop "She gracefully beftows her bishop's blefing." part, They act the best who fcorn the rules of art. Here may her frigid fyftems never spread, Thy path, O Nature, 'tis our with to tread, While this indulgence we prefume to claim, That "one false fep may never damn our "fame." WRITTEN IN MDCCLX. Into your bands the reigns are fafely thrown, THE BRITISH KING S. Such killing proofs of his regard discover?. IN N mem'ry's aid, and chronologic rhyme, Thro' the long lift of Britain's Kings I chime; The white-cliff'd ifle, for tin much fam'd of yore, In modern times for beef and pudding more. Prompt, Hiftory, the bold bard who dares go Beyond the annals of the Almanack; [back And, O! poffefs him of that ferious mien, With which thyfelf in folemn profe art feen, When, as thou lead'ft, against his better mind, He lauds each fav'rite murderer of mankind; Elfe the dread rabble will his lays defpife,Dogs, who the lordly hands that lath them prize. Say first (for all beyond Oblivion vails, Wrapt in a web of monster-teeming tales), Say firft, who Cæfar, great in arms, with ftood, The ifle's chief monarch for the general good? Awed Select Poetry, Ancient and Modern, for January, 1787. Awed by the fierceness of her favage race, With huge muftachios grim, and azure face, Horrid in hides, and, on the fcythe wing'd car, Tumultuous fweeping through the ranks of war, No more Rome's hardy veterans invade, ButTime, that all things conquers, conquers Him the first century, verging from its noon, Rome faw a captive at her Claudius' throne; But now the Scots, by Irish Fergus led, Leagu'd with the Pits, our helpleis fires invade. What fhall they do? Rome, touch'd with Not aids, her vaffals of four hundred years; They feek relief; Armorica, thy Lord. Girds his just temples with the British crown. Conftantius, Ambrofe, Uter, each a King; By Cornwall's Dake, falle Vortigern, is flain. But foon, by Scotia's many an inroad gor'd, The traitor calls the Saxons to his aid; [there; 'Till Egbert, fprung from Western Cerdic's loins, fjons, In one great flate the feven small kingdoms And calls it England, an illuftrious reign, Thrice though infulted by th' invading Dane. Him Ethelwolf fucceeds: a pilgrim he To Rome, and vaffal to the papal fee: Uzorious Ethelwolf, great Egbert's fon First Ethelbald; but he, with inceft ftain'd, Scarce three fhort years the Danish terror reign'd. Next Ethelbert, nor he the fceptre sways, Vex'd by the Danes, o'er twice his brother's days. Then Ethelred, nor him a longer reign The Danes indulge, at bloody Baring flain. Alfred the laft. Strike, Mufe, the tune ful Atring, To Alfred's praife, the Poet and the King. Alfred the brave, the wife, the learn'd, the good; Alfred, th' avenger of his brother's blood; Country and King reftrain'd with equal laws; 'day. How bleft the land whofe crown a hero wears, 'Wife, learn'd, and pious, for twice twenty years! Nor that unbleft, which, when an Alfred dies, Sees on his throne a fon like Edward rife ; With the tenth century Edward's reign be gan, Five luftres thines, and ends in Athelstan. Athelstan comes! ye Danes, again give way; Ye Scots, fubmit; ye Britons, tribute pay. Quite from the land tochace the hofile Dane, pay On its fixth Summer terminates thy fway. But who is he that next afcends the throne? Let Edwin reign, and prayer-books be thy care. In four fhort years that right again to yield. Illuftrious Edgar, fills a happier throne. Bleft |