355 Review of Books.-Index Indicatorius. 66 drefs to the Electors of Great Britain, 61. A Sermon, preached at the Parish Church of St. Mary, in Trur, before the GoverHors of the Cornwall General Infirmary, on its being, upened for the Reception of Patients, Monday, August 12, 1799. Ey Corvelins Crew, D.D. Majler of the Grammar School in Traro, and one of the Chaplains in ordinary to bis Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. Publifked at the Request of the Governors then present. THE active benevolence of Francis Lord De Dunftanville and Baffet having carried into execution an infiitution which he firft projected, and to which he gave, in the first infiance, 300 guineas, befides an annual fubfeription of 501. and farther contributions from perfons who conceal themfelves behind his name, Dr. C. takes the opportunity of recommending the general views and defigns of fuch a charity, by the frongeft arguments, drawn from the bright and univerfal example of the Saviour of the World, and from the melancholy reflection on the evil days in which we are, and the rifk of total ruin we have providentially efcaped. The text is Acts x. 38. 62. Provincial Coins and Tokens iffund from the Year 1787 to the Year 1801; engraved by Charles Pye, Birmingham, in 55 Plates. WE reviewed, LXXI. 1123, a fimilar work by Conder; but, as Mr. P. tells us," none which are here unnoticed thould be admitted into any wellinformed collection," we prefame he claims that preference he fo well merits over all publications of this kind. He has alfo engraved a fet of heads of our Sovereigns from authentic portraits, which, [Apr in the earlier reigns, we are of opinion muli be borrowed from their effigies on himself of thofe in, the " monuments. Whether he has availed Monuments of Great Britain," he best knows. At the beginning of the adSepulchral verifement to the prefent work it is ftated, that the fabrication of provin cial copper has apparently ceafed." We may add, that they have been decried, or called-in, by their iffuers. 63. An Effay on the Yellow Fever of Jamaica. By David Grant, M. D. his readers that he is a colouift, and OUR author fets out by acquainting lived 36 years in Kingston in Jamaica. From the local or medical information contained in the effay the author might fide, as there is little in the pamas well have lived all his life in Cheaplike all the late publications on the phlet itfelf (errors excepted) that is not, fame fubject, chiefly taken from Dr. cafes," firft publifhed in 1787, and Mofeley's Treatife on Tropical DifSugar, the Plague, and Yellow Fever his fubfequent of America, &c. Medical Tracts on makes a great difplay of Greek quotations, but, unluckily, they have little 1799. The author ring to our Reviews of the learned auor no relation to his fubject. In referthor abovementioned, we mufi pronounce this effay a performance that will add but little credit to its author as the refult of 36 years practice. ་ quefted to favour us with his addrefs; as A CONSTANT READER, p. 59, is rete information which his article conveys may poflibly be of the moft material importance to two individuals. INDEX INDICATORIUS. A CORRESPONDENT afks, Whether a Living to which an Impropriation has been restored does not, from that time, hecome a Rectory? In 1634 the Impropriation of Marden, in Surrey, was restored to the Vicar; and the following entry is made in the Regifter-book: "A Register of Births from the Refloration of the Impropriation, an in July, 1634, by William Booth, Rector." if they do not know that the Poft-office A LOVER OF TRUTH in our next. munication. * See our vol. LXI. p. 1041; and vol. LXX. p. 57. AN AN ADDRESS For the Anniversary of the Literary Fund, HALL apart, To foothe the forrows of the fick at heart; To fuccour thofe who waste the midnight oil In ftudious labours and in mental toil; The infant efforts which you early made, Augment in War, and multiply in Peace; Build a foundation, on which Time fhall raife A lafting pillar to your well-earn'd praise! Shewing a bright example to men's eyes, From what weak means the nobleft works may rife: E'en Rival Nations to your fame aspire, And, while they copy, prove that they admire *: Thus the Banyan †, which solitary stood, Becomes the parent of the mighty wood; To the rich foil the boughs depending fhoot, And, Heav'n-directed! take eternal root. Though great the ills that poverty create, Some men are born fuperior to their fate; For, wanting all the giddy world adores, Fashion's gay plume, and fickle Fortune's ftores; Yet Heav'n, in all its difpenfations kind, And if in' foreign lands ordain'd to roam, Where dwelt the dearest charities of life, wife : Thus while the veffel ploughs the diftant The needle varies-but returns again; Not fo the Prince whoBritain's fceptresways, The object of the free-born Mufe's praife! His fubje&ts' rights are fotter'd in his mind--; The lov'd, the honour'd. Titas of mankind! O'er whom may Heav'n its awful æis throw, To blaft the traitor, and confound the foe1 Throne ! Which check Ambition in his wild career, And Factions awe to falutary fear: Farewell that inborn dignity of mind, Which rais'd you from the level of man kind; horr'd, That pow'r to plead with bold undaunted zeal weall The caufe of Freedom, and of England's Farewell the Prefs! - by foreign foes ab[(word! And dreaded more than your avenging The noble fabric, by our Fathers rais'd, Which, but once known, is ever to be pras'd l They start in ftreams of gratitude alone. Can they who bound at eafe o'er claffic ground, Content to view the fairy profpect round, Forget the man, whofe toils in fecret tend To fmooth the fteep, by which they may afcend? Explore the mines beneath to charm their With ORE, his fabours only brought to Laden with treafure, like the bees' employ, proceed, Regardless of the Claffic Peafant's need? For, oh not all the letter'd wealth that ftores his brain, Can yield one nite to efe his hofom's pain: Can they?-Oh! no!—your glorious deeds proclaim, A Nation's Glory muft not prove its Shame. Thefe crowded walls, all eloquent, declare The Sons of Science never thall defpair; Nor shall the deathlefs wreath, that binds their brows, Be all the meed a thoughtlefs world bestows. Oh! no! thou Child of Genius and Woe! INDUS for you unlocks her golden ftores*, And for relief folicit, not applaufe; Ine [(mile! On this, the Mules' claim, but deign to Might thofe foft fhrines, where melting Mercy fhews Of hapless OTWAY; for he made his care fame, Who fhar'd their forrows, and who mourn'd Oh! might his fate, refiflefs as his verse, With woes unfeign'd their gentle bofoms To prove at once our ornament and aid, pierce, 'Twould be a tribute grateful to his fhade. For deeds of mercy, where they take their part, Affect more tenderly the human heart; And human forrows ever held most dear The mighty magic of the Female's tear. Might hearts that (well the Hero to reward But fpare one figh for the recording Bard; Then would the Poet's bays have like renown, And emulate the Victor's laurel crown: The Lyre, tho' cyprefs-clad, we then might Oft art thou feen befide the willowy stream; And, though no youthful fmile adorns thy face, Tho' on thy cheek no roses we may chace, Yet doft thou, in thy spring of life, fome virgin feem! Thy vefture careless hangs, as fnow-drop white; [thy zone; Loole floating fall thy locks; unbound Thine eye now foftly fad, now wildly bright, [love but one. Befpeaks a Lover dead, and thou wilt Now art thou feen flow-lingering in the wood, [throat, Where pours the nightingale her liquid And varies thro' the night her love-lorn note, [brood; As tho' her mate were fled, or tender To thee more pleafing then the vestment gray, [train, Pale Mourner! faddeft of the widow Doom'd to lament, at thy dark close of day, Some aged Priam dead, fome youthful Hector flain. Then hafte thee, QUEEN of Woɛ, from mortal eye; Thy manfion fix within fome lowly cell, Where pale-ey'd Superftition loves to dwell, Wearied of life, and lingers but to die: As the fand ftreams to mark the fleeting hour, [doom, As the death's head reminds thee of thy As the fpade finks thy future grave-bed lower*, [thy tomb. I too will learn to die, fad Pilgrim, at For, oh I whatever form I fee thee wear, If yet foft MERCY dwell within thy breaft, Thyfelf fo fad, yet anxious to make bleft; For others' woe if thou the figh wilt fpare; Tho' like the fage, that only liv'd to weep; Tho' all the load of human ills were thine; For thee will I forego the balmy fleep, Or, wandering wild like thee, will make thy forrows mine. BE ODE On the Birth-day of S. BENTLEY, May 9, 1800, who then completed his 78th Year †. Lumen oculorum meorum, non eft mecum. 3 ipfum E wrapt in praifes, O my foul! the Sun [day; Warms and illumes once more my natal An æra new with me is now begun ; [ray! Oh! may Heav'n blefs it with propitious My eyes, alas! no rays relume; yet still In Heav'n I trust, await its awful nod! Refign'd, ftill zealous to perform its will, Still tremble and adore, ftill thank my God! Time was, (for Memory brings past scenes [eye,) to view, And paints them clearly to the mental When each year's birth-day pleasures would renew; Oft I would trace wide fields thro' forze - Time was, 'I linger'd on our Efter thore, To view the fuu's bright darting rays arife; and lings; [run; And timid hare with nimble greyhounds Fous'd when the covey, clang'd in air When Study cloy'd, I filed to find the drill! 'Twas difcipline fevere, yet did me good; Wrh circulation brifk my veins would till, Quite falutary then, like daily food. Fleas'd, I obey'd implicitly command, To bad, prefent, to march or swift or flow; With fortitude it made my breast expand, And military grace and spirit know. Hope forms the prayer, God grant it may prevail, To Rein the tide of War's destructive ire! Grant us no more for flaughter'd troops to wal! [ber lyre. The Mufe fhall then enraptur'd wake The Literary Fund. T Soon far and near the waves were spangled vent; But, when in tender fcenes he dropp'd the tear, [ment! His tones were then enchanting ravishTime was, my Mufe one fprig of laurel gam'd; [fame : But now a wreath diffinguishes my The Literati's favour is obtained; They in the Poets' lift enroll'd my name! Pray God it be not vifionary! lo! Peace fmiles t, tho' diflant, gleaming mildly round! We will, fhould the on us her boons bestow, Be both with olive and the laurel crown'd. O Peace, what pencil can portray thy face! Thy attributes beneficent combine, Thy placid mien, inimitab'e grace! Or give thy charms to glow iu rays di ว |