Retrofpedt of Freveh 
have difpenfed, in the prefent inftance, 
with a too rigid obfervance of the ge- 
neral rule. 
The gratulations produced by peace 
feem to have awakened the Latin Mufes 
from their long flumber, and to have 
once more attuned the Roman lyre to 
a fubje&t worthy of a claflical language. 
After a long and portentous, interval, 
the goddefs again defcends from hea- 
ven, to the refidence of guilty mortals, 
and here follows her portrait, as painted 
by the hand of a mafter — 
<¢ Olli forma decens, placidoque modettia 
vultu 5 
Dulce micant oculi, rofeo nec amabilis ore 
Rifus abeft; niveos obvelat concolor artus 
Veftis, et aurato fulget circumdata limbo. 
Ornat oliva caput, libertatemque comarum, 
Freno circum errans viridi, compefcit; amico 
Palladias agitat geftu manus altera frondes 5 
Altera fecundum, quo florent omnia, cornu 
Geftat, et in fteriles inclinat prodiga campos.” 
The different nations, almoft frantic 
with joy, prefs around the divinity, 
and liften to her admonitions. The 
goddefs, profiting by this opportunity, 
reminds each of the advantages moit 
fuitable to them, and exhorts all not 
to feek for glory any longer in the field 
‘of combat, but to ftrive, on the con- 
trary, to rival, and even to furpais, 
each other, in the career of the arts 
and feiences, and above all, in the 
progrefs of happinefs. The claffical 
reader will, perhaps, admire the lines 
addreffed to the Batavians, as the fenfe 
and found confpire together, to depict 
the fituation of a country menaced by 
the waves, and perturbed by mounds 
raifed by the hands of man:— 
*¢ Aggeribus vaftis et vafta mole furentem 
Frenate Oceanum, iratis qui fluétibus hor- 
Y Tens 
Affurgit, yeftrafque minax circumtonat ur- 
bes.” 
The following compliment is ad- 
drefled to the Englith :— 
s¢ Galliavos merita, non hoftis et emula,laude 
Rome Tits 1s Py oe Ae, Bh te Re 
6¢ Extollit, pelagi réges, non paffa tyrannos.” 
Two little French poems are bound 
up with the Latin one; the firft of 
thefe is entitled ** L’Epitre 4 l’Ombre 
de Caroline.” —Epiftle to the Shade of 
‘Caroline, &c. ‘‘ Les Dangers de la 
Coquetric.”—The Dangers of Coque- 
try. The following quotation, ad- 
Literature.— Poetry. 681 
drefled to a coquette, terminates the 
latter of thefe :— 
<¢ Tu feras mére un jour: prends-en le ceur 
d’avance 5 
De ton fils, qui n’eft pas, inftruis déja Ven- 
fance. 
De tes propres lecons mets en dépot le fruit 5 
Recueille un trait heureux, abrege un Jong 
récit 5 
Des jardins d’ Apollon, en effeuillant les rofes. 
Réferve pour lui feui le miel que tu compofes 5 
Fais Pavance d’un fonds qui profitera bien, 
Et prodigue ton temps pour épargner le fien, 
Ecrite de ta main, qu’a ton futur Emile, 
La legon fera douce, et le travail facile! 
Comme il dévorera tes recueils, tes extraits, 
En fe difant: pour moi, ma mére lesa faits |!” 
The following elegy muft be allowed 
to poffefs many beauties :— 
Fundite nunc lacrimas quicumque Cupidinis 
arma 
Noveritis: cecidit Pancharis ante diem. 
Hoc mihi munus erit primum, cui federa 
junxit: 
Quo Paphii fenfit mitia tela dei. 
EFheu! quam merens tanti fero pondus ho- 
noris, 
Quo mala me primis afperiora gravant. 
Hunc vidi Zephiro mulcente dehifcere florem, 
Atque fimul quod erat, pandere fuave decuss 
Dum Cereri facraret ador, mihi vifa perinde 
Ac foret é fuperis incola miffa plagis. 
Accentus vocis tali virtute trahebat, 
Tantaque jungebat quz decuere Deam. 
Sic fpecies, inceffus erant, tum candor, ut 
Heben 
Dixifletis‘eam molliter ire jovem. 
Pundite Vos dacrimgsi. iyils ine piesa eee 
M. Petit RabDew is underftood to 
be the author of this poem, which re- 
fiects no difhonour either on the age or | 
country in which it was produced. 
‘‘ Epitre a Jacques Delille, &c.?"— 
An Epiftle to James Delille, by PETER 
Daru. A pamphlet, of 26 oétavo 
pages. 
This epiftle contains fome good 
lines, addrefled to the firft of the living 
poets of France. The author begins 
as follows :— 
‘¢ Toi qui nous fis aimer, par tes accords 
touchans, 
Lrétude, lex beaux arts, les vertus et les 
champs ; 
Toi, qui vis tout un peuple, ivre de fon 
Orphée, 
Suivre en foule ta volx, et parer ton trophée, 
Infidéle aux honneurs qui t’attendoient encor, 
Tu fuis devant ta gloire, et vas au fond du 
Nord, 
De rois en rois, errant ot ton chagrin t’exile, 
Porter la lyre dor que te Jégua Virgile.” 
The 
