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Which brings all earthly woe before our eyes, 
And, strange! to make us laugh, not make 
rus wise: 
This world's great. purpose, thou delusive 
droll, 
Was not to turn our brains, but try our soul. 
For evils physical must be confess’d 
Of moral good the fountain and the test. 
And grant the world were all thy colours 
make it, ~ 
Art. XII. Zpigrams: in Two Books. By W. Barnes Ruopes. 12mo. pp. 8% 
A VERY indifferent collection. The 
following are examples of the best : 
«¢ The glow which Cloe’s cheeks possess 
Js something more than Nature’s dress ; 
Yet such her happy knack, 
Although she paints, there’s none can boast 
Art. XIII. Norbury 
sions. 
THE. author of this little volume pre- 
sumes to recall the public attention to 
his name, only by his modest motto— 
Sator ultra crepidam. 
James Woodhouse is the Woodstock 
shoemaker, who many years ago excited 
the attention of the public, the successor 
in notoriety to Stephen Duck, but with 
far superior talents, and the predecessor 
of Mrs. Yearsley and the Bloomfields. 
He is now advanced in age, and when 
we express a hope that this volume may 
obtain a successful sale, we add with 
truth and with pleasure that its merits 
deserve success. 
The following passage will evince that 
this poet has looked at nature with no 
inattentive eye. 
<< Lovelier far than vernal flow’rs, _ 
Thy mushrooms shooting after shlow’rs 5 
That fear no more the fatal scythe, 
But proudly spread their bonnets blythe, 
With coverings form’d of silk and snow, 
And lin’d with brightening pink below. 
Like banners, bless’d, they speak of peace, 
‘And tell me trouble soon shall cease ; 
Still auguring, glad, with aspect bland, 
Love's rapturing vintage just at hand ; 
But more the later fungus race, 
Begot by Phebus’ warm embrace, 
Jn summer months, or procreant earth, 
By damp September bronght to birth ; 
That, just like Jove, produce their seed, 
From teeming brain, for future breed : 
Their forms and hues some solace yield, 
In wood, or wild, or humid field ; 
Whose tapering stems, robust, or light,” 
Like columns catch the searching sight, 
To claim remark where e’er I roam ; 
Supporting each a shapely dome 5 
POETRY. : 
« these lines. Half this pamphlet is filled 
Park, a Poem; with several. others: written on various Occa= — 
By James Woopuovse. 12mo. pp. 152. 
F’en as they represent it, let us take it— 
Thy pen profane its unmeant aid hath given. 
To scripture, immortality, and heaven. 
For who the birth of evil can declare, : 
Save inspiration? what, save heav'n, repair ?”* 
There is neither reason nor poetry in 
with notes, which discover as little judg- 
ment as the text. 
Of knowing which she uses most, 
Carmine or contac.” 
«« Of every hope and wish possest, 
You'd think that Ned was truly blest 
No: Ned, of wealth and friends bereft, 
Has nought but hopes and wishes left.” 
Like fair umbrellas, furl’d or spread, 
Display their many-colour'd head ; 
Grey, purple, yellow, white, or brown, 
Shap'd like War's shield, or Prelate’s crown— 
Like Freedom's cap, or Friar’s cowl, 
Or China's bright inverted bowl— 
And while their broadening disks unfold 
Gay silvery gills, or nets of gold, 
Beneath their shady, curtain’d cove, 
Perform all offices of love. 
In beauty, chief, the eye to chain, 
‘Mong whispering pines, on arid plain; 
A glitiering group, assembled, stands, 
Like Kifs or Vays embattled bands— 
Where every arm appears to wield, 
With piemy strength, a giant shield ; 
And deeply dyed in sanguine gore, 
With brazen bosses studded o'er ; 
While magic laney’s ear confounds 
The whistling winds with hosiile sounds.” 
Thus also these lines addressed to 
Shenstone upon his Rural Elegance. 
«© What! cannot He who form’d the fount 
of light, 
And shining orbs that ornament the night! 
Who hangs his silken curtains roand the sky 
And trims their skirts with fringe of every dye! 
In sheets of radiance spreads the solar beams, 
With soften’d lustre, o’er the tranquil streams} 
Or, o'er the glittering surface, softly flings 
The whispering winds with gently waving 
wings, 
While every kindled curl’s resplendent rays 
Quick dart and drewn in bright successive 
blaze!— 
Who dipp’d in countless greens the lawns 
and bow’rs, 
And touch’d, with every tint the faultless 
flow'rs'— 
With beauty clothes each beast that roams 
the plain, 
And bird's rich plume with ever-yaried stain ! 
