Retro/pec? of Domeftic Literature...Poetry. 
five. Much the fame may be faid of the 
** Unfexed Females,’ which is a violent 
attack on thofe who have afferted the 
Rights of Woman, fuggefted it appears 
by a paffage in the Purfuits of Literature, 
and like that work difgraced by notes, fill- 
~ ed with perfonal abufe of the moft cauftic 
nature. The author has difcovered im- 
purity in the ftudy of natural hiftory, 
and has dwelt with much complacence 
and indelicacy on the fubjeét. Too thofe, 
whofe foul imaginations can thus create 
impunity where none exifted, we thall on-. 
ly fay, Honi fort qui mal y penfe. 
“ Grove Hill, a defcriptive Poem, 
with an Ode to Mithra,”’ by the author 
of Indian Antiquities. In this poem 
Mr. Maurice has given awell-defigned 
and highly-coloured piéture of Dr. Lett- 
fom’s villaat Camberwell. But maseriem 
Superat opus ; and we cannot help regret- 
ing, that the great talents of Mr. Mau- 
rice, fo often mifapplied, fhould alfo in 
the prefent inftance have failed to meet 
with a fubjeét worthy of them... The 
poem defcribes, in rich and glowing lines, 
the grove leading to the houle, the gar- 
den, the houfe and library, the temple 
of the Sibyl, the cottage, and the yarious 
other ftriking features of this beautiful 
fpot. Each defcription is illuftrated by 
an exquifite wood-engraving, executed 
by Anderfon, who promifes to excell all 
his predeceffors in this line. Mthra is a 
republication, with confiderable additions, 
of a former poenr. 
‘« ‘The Pleafures of Hope, with other 
Poems,” by THomas CAMPBELL. This 
exquifite poem is the production of a 
young man of twenty, who, if we may 
infer any thing from this aftonifhing eariy 
effort, will probably rank with the firit 
poets of this country. Here we find none 
of the faults of young writers ; no imbecil- 
lity, compenfated for, indeed, by occafion - 
_al flafhes of genius; no extravagance; no 
fickly fentiment; no meretricious orna- 
ment; but. an uniformly correét and majef- 
tic ftyle, lofty and virtuous fentiments, and 
pathos of the moft touching kind. We re- 
joice that this youth of genius glows not 
witha poetic fire alone, but witha generous 
’ ardour in the caufe of freedom: moft. 
cordially do we fympathife in. the fine 
ftrain of indignation which he pours 
forth againft the oppreffors of Poland: 
we fhould rejoice if we could join in his 
hope, that the freedom of thar unfortu- 
nate country will yet be reftored. Of 
France, he fays nothing; indeed, Hope 
itfelf quits its anchor in that tempeftu- 
1O5t 
ous ocean of giddy politics, in that incef- 
fant wheel of revolutions.—The fecond 
part of this poem is on the beft hope, of 
man, that of immortal blifs; and fo fub-~ 
lime and impreflive is the conclufion, that 
we cannot refrain from adorning our 
pages with its faft lines. 
“Eternal Hope ! when yonder fpheres fublime 
Peal’d their firft notes to found the march of 
time, t 
Thy joyous youth began-—but not to! fade. | 
When all the fifter planets have decay’d, 
When wrapt in fire the realms of ether glow, 
And Heav’n’s\laft thunder fhakes the world 
below ; r: 
Thou undifmay’d fhalt o’er the ruin fmile, 
And light thy torch at Nature’s funeral pile !?? 
“ The Purfuit of Happinefs,”’ a poem, 
istame and {piritlefs, and filled with trite 
morality. 
Mr: Browne’s ‘ Inkle and Yarico’’ 
is a dull and feeble poem. The author 
fhould not have feleéted fo thread-bare a 
fubject. 
eine Att .on) Making: Deai?? is: a 
poem, which, though it does not rife 
abeve mediocrity will afford pleafure dur- 
ing an idle half-hour. Perhaps it would 
have been as well if the author had attend- 
ed to his own precept— 
“ Keepthen, directed by falubrious fears, 
Your tea nine minutes, and your piece nine 
years.’’ 
Mrs. West, the authorefs of fome 
novels refpectable for their good fenfe and 
morality, has publifhed a volume of 
<¢ Poems and Piays’’ which will not de- 
tract from her reputafon. 
“© Rome at the Clofe of the Eighteenth 
Century!!!" a poem, with notes, hy 
Henry TresHam, Efq, R: A. This 
poem contains the moft fulfome adulation 
of the fovereign on the throne of Great 
Britain. Since the chivalrous exertions 
of the emperor of Ruffia againft the com- 
mon enemy, we fhould have thought 
that the moft decided anti-jacobin would 
allow that there,was more than one crown- 
ed head who aéted right ;—but Mr. Tre- 
fham informs us otherwife. 
%* Gebir’”’ is the produétion of no com- 
mon poet: the author has unfortunately 
chofen for the ground-work of his poem 
an old romance, obfcure, nay, almoft un-< 
intelligible; but there is_a {pirit and fire 
pervading the whole which we rarely 
meet with inmodern poetry. The poet’s. 
perfonal fentiments feem to be as lofty as 
his poem. If thereare now io England ten 
men of safte and genius who will applaud 
6 te his 
