they are right upon the whole, they justly claim our most tender allowances and charity. But even many of these also, we had better leave to themfelves, and the good providence of God, than attempt to reason them out of their errors, and inftruct them better; unless from fome particular circumstances, we are pretty fure of fuccefs. It requires a great deal of prudence and addrefs to deal with people under deep prejudices, and of a naturally enthusiastic temperament, fo as at once to preserve their zeal for religion, and cure them of their abfurdities. One principal thing here, I think, is to endeavour to rectify their notions about the use and importance of reafon in religion; and, if poffible, convince them, that there is a real difference between reafon as fuch, and the corruption of reason, and that they put the latter for the former. And yet if this is not done with caution, it is much but you draw upon yourself fome reproachful epithet, and be esteemed no better than an heretic as the reward of your Chriftian compaffion; and fet them but the farther from the hope of recovery to juster sentiments.' Thefe obfervations are certainly very juft, for reafon has nothing to expect from bigotry but reproaches. Vectis. The Isle of Wight: a Poem in Three Cantos. By Henry Jones, Author of The Earl of Effex, Kew Gardens, &c. 4to. 2s. 6d. Flexney. POETICAL paintings, when executed with any degree of merit, have a charm for the imagination, which is founded in the love of nature;-that love is very powerful, particularly in fenfible hearts and cultivated minds; and Mr. Jones's defcriptive poem cannot fail of giving pleasure to readers of that cast.The Ifle of Wight, from its romantic and agreeably wild fituation, afforded him an opportunity for the happiest descriptions: and thus, in general, he gives us an idea of its beauties: Thou little world, divided from the great, A a 3 } Thy Thy fummers revel with ferenest pride, As far from mortal reach from mortal eye; The inverted landfcape of rocks and verdure reflected in the ocean has a happy effect in the following expreffive lines: Lo white inverted rocks up-grown with green, Their waving verdure in the ocean feen; With doubtful certainty inchant the fight, Like the dim neutral dufk that mingles day with night. } In the third canto, the mention of Carisbrooke-Castle, where Charles the First was confined, naturally leads the Author to expatiate on the sufferings of that unfortunate prince, for whom, in our opinion, he expreffes a greater regard than is consistent with the poetical principles of freedom. But without any farther attention to that part of his performance, we fhall only take one more view with him, in this delightful island, and then quit the fcene: Look round, fee art and nature in their pride, Beneath the caftle's foot fee Carifbrooke rife; Delightful Delightful village, mentioned oft by fame, A continent out-fpread to pleasure's view; Where nature triumphs in her genial toil, A paradife juft fallen from the sky. Notwithstanding the attention we have fhewn to this defcriptive poem, we are fenfible that there are in it many weak lines and exceptionable paffages, which, for the fake of the better parts, we forbear to cenfure in particular. Poems, chiefly Paftoral, By John Cunningham. 8vo. 4S. DodЛley. OME of the poems that appear in this publication have SOME come under our review in detached pamphlets, and we have found occafion both to cenfure and approve the Author. His principal merit seems to lie in the paftoral way when he attempts ethics or philofophy, he finks under the weight of his themes, and his efforts are feeble or uncouth ;-but nothing can be prettier than the following paftoral effays, or rural defcriptions; CONTENT: a Paftoral. O'er moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and bare, A gentle young fhepherdefs fees my defpair, And leads me-o'er lawns-to her home. Yellow fheafs from rich Ceres her cottage had crown'd, Her cafement, sweet woodbines crept wantonly round, II. We fat ourselves down to a cooling repast: Fresh fruits! and fhe cull'd me the beft: I told my foft wishes; the fweetly reply'd, (Ye virgins, her voice was divine!) Her air was fo modeft, her aspect fo meek! IV. Together we range o'er the flow rifing hills, Or reft on the rock whence the streamlet diftils, The cottager, Peace, is well known for her fire, The VIOLET. I. Shelter'd from the blight ambition, On my robes (for emulation) Suited to an humble station, Mine's an unembroider'd vest. III. Modeft tho' the maids declare me, MAY in her fantastic train, When PASTORA deigns to wear me, A LANDSCAPE. I. . Now that fummer's ripen'd bloom II. Na II. Nature in the prospect yields Humble dales, and mountains bold, Meadows, woodlands, heaths,—and fields Yellow'd o'er with waving gold. III. Goats upon that frowning steep, Fearless, with their kidlings brouse! Here a flock of snowy sheep! There an herd of morly cows! On the uplands, every glade Where the rill by flow degrees Shiver'd by a thunder-stroke, From the mountain's mifty ridge, O'er the brook a ruin'd oak, Near the farm-houfe, forms a bridge. On her breaft the funny beam Glitters in meridian pride; Yonder as the virgin stream Where the fhips by wanton gales Wafted, o'er the green waves run. High upon the daified hill, Rifing from the flope of trees, How the wings of yonder mill Labour in the busy breeze! X. Cheerful as a fummer's morn (Bouncing from her loaded pad) O'er the green a feftal throng |