fing of his notes; that he had attended more to the accuracy of his Author's language; and not, for instance, have fuffered fuch grofs imperfections as a caufe-fatal to the destruction of the bailey, to have efcaped.-Giborne was blameable for hur. rying Ellis; but who hurried his Editor? ↑ Vol. ii. p. 77• ART. XI. Poems. By Mifs Aikin, concluded: See our lal Month's Review. E now refume the pleafing task of reviewing the remainder of thefe excellent poems. WE Though the volume is not divided into books, yet the pieces feem to be claffed; and, in the former part of this article, we ftopped at The Origin of Song-writing, as introductory to a fpecies of compofition different from thefe which had hitherto engaged us. We hoped the Woman was going to appear; and that while we admired the genius and learning of her graver compofitions, we fhould be affected by the fenfibility and paffion of the fafter pieces. Mifs Aikin, like most female writers, has, in fome meafure, difappointed us on the fubject of Love. That pleafing paffion, hy which the ladies rule the world, and which they are thought fo perfectly to understand, is but feldom attempted in their writings. How delighted should we have been to have received from fuch a hand as Mifs Aikin's the peculiar traits of this paffion in a female mind! If we could have found that her heart had ever betrayed her, and that she had marked, from her own feelings, the particular diftreffes of fome female fituations! If fhe had breathed her wishes, her defires, and given, from nature, what has been hitherto only gueffed at, or fancied by the imagination of men ;-we should have fallen in love with her in our dotage (for all Reviewers. are greybeards) and the public would have been more indebted to her than the may be aware of. Setting afide, however, all confideration of fex, the merit of the following lyric compofitions is very confiderable. The origin of fong writing is an elegant and fanciful introduction to fix fongs +; the first of which we shall give the Reader as a fpecimen of Mifs Aikin's talents in this branch of writing: Addressed to the Author of Efays on Song-writing. See Review, vol. xlvi. p 538. Number for May, 1772. This Author, as we have learnt fince we commended his ingenious work to the notice of our Readers, is a near relation of Mifs Aikin's. Thefe fix Songs were first printed among the Original Pieces added to the mifcellaneous volume mentioned in the preceding note; and for which the Author acknowledges himself indebted to a Friend. K 3 Coms Come here fond youth, whoe'er thou be, And if thy breast have felt so wide a wound, And by what marks true paffion may be found. To live upon a fmile for years; It is to do all this, and think thy fufferings fweet. With eager joy and fond furprize; Yet temper'd with fuch chafte and awful fear Though but in whispers breath'd, to meet her ear, Yet if thou dar'ft not hope, thou doft not love, To nurfe ftrange doubts and groundless fears: Thou doft not love, for love is nourish'd fo. If any hopes thy bosom share But thofe which love has planted there, Or any cares but his thy breaft enthral Thou never yet his power haft known; Love fits on a defpotic throne, And reigns a tyrant, if he reigns at all. Now if thou art fo loft a thing, And prove whofe patience longeft can endure: For if thou thus haft lov'd, oh never hope a cure. It is well for this lady that we cannot be ground young, and admitted at the Warrington Academy; we should perhaps with to make her fmart for thus playing with edge tools. All the other fongs have nearly the fame degree of merit with the foregoing fpecimen. The numbers are harmonious, and the images juft and claffical; but they want that pathos which cannot be imitated by a heart at ease. DELIA, an elegy, is a charming little poem, and does great honour to the taste and fenfibility of the Writer. The imita tions from feveral parts of the Triftia of Ovid, are very happily executed. The Verfes to a Lady with fome painted Flowers, are extremely pretty: and the Ode to Spring' is exquifite: Thee, beft belov'd! the virgin train await With fongs and feltal rites, and joy to rove Thy blooming wilds among, And vales and dewy lawns, With untir'd feet; and cull thy earlieft sweets ..That prompts their whisper'd figh. The Verfes on Mrs. Rowe' are a proper tribute from one amiable mind to another. Thofe to Mifs B, on her Attendance on her Mother at Buxton,' do honour to the duteous and fond attachment of that lady to an infirm parent; as thofe on the death of Mrs. Jennings do honour to the piety and goodnefs of Mifs Aikin. We are now going to tread on facred ground, led on by a conductress, whofe devotion is rational as well as fublime; and whofe Hymns are worthy of a Watts or an Addifon. The firft indeed of thefe pieces may be objected to, on account of the double rhymes at the conclufion of every ftanza; and it is pity there fhould be any objection, where the fentiments are fo pure and noble. The Hymns are followed by an Addrefs to the Deity, in the Spirit and manner of the 23d Pfalm; and the whole is clofed. by a Summer Evening's Meditation; which is pious, philofophical, defcriptive, and pleafing, beyond most things of the kind that we have feen. Every reader of taste will be charmed by the following paffage, which yet is by no means the most Striking in the poem : 1 We do not observe, in this collection, certain verfes entitled, Fragment of an Epic Poem, written by a young Lady, who had loft a Game at Chefs, by being fleepy:' nor an Epistle to her Brother;' with one or two other pieces, which we remember to have feen in manufcript. K 4 "Tis 'Tis paft! The fultry tyrant of the South The dazzled fight, but with mild maiden beams New ftrung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns To point our path, and light us to our home §. There is, in this poem, a flight mark of feeming inattention, where the ingenious Writer fpeaks of Saturn in the feminine: Where cheerless Saturn 'midft her watry moons Girt with a lucid zone, majestic fits In gloomy grandeur; like an exil'd Queen But for this offence against ancient mythology, and a few other faults of equal importance, we leave her to the mercy of the Minor Critics. But But we muft forbear, though we know not well how to ftop when invited onward by fo amiable a guide. We congratulate the public on fo great an acceffion to the literary world, as We very feldom have the genius and talents of Mifs Aikin. an opportunity of beltowing praise with fo much juftice, and fo much pleasure. What we have hinted, in the ftyle of criticifm, and bordering on difapprobation, was extorted from us by a real difappointment. The true critic is fuperior to the popular notions which have fo long been humiliating to the fair fex. We profefs the moft fincere admiration of the excellencies of our female authors; but the time is not come when the fex is to be difcriminated. There is a fex in minds as well as in bodies; and the conteft for fuperiority arifes from an ignorance of this truth, and is managed on both fides by a mongrel breed of difputants, who are neither male nor female. A inferior woman is as perfect in her kind as a man: fhe appears only when the quits her ftation, and aims at excellence out of her province. This is true, not only in common life, but in all the branches of the arts, and of philofophy. We fee by the fpeculative turn of the man, for what fciences he is defigned. We fee by the conversation of a woman, in what kind of knowledge fhe would excel.-There may be exceptions to this rule, as there may be fomething like a mistake of fex, in fome inftances, among all creatures: but a juft obferver fees the uniformity of nature, and attends to her defigns. A lady of Mifs Aikin's genius and candour cannot be difpleafed at what we thus advance, on general principles. If the,, as well as others of our female writers, has, in pursuing the road to fame, trod too much in the footsteps of the men, it has been owing, not to a want of genius, but to a want of proper education. If the amiable Writer of these poems had been educated more under the direction of a mother, than of a father if he had taken her views of human life from among her female companions, and not altogether under the direction of men, either living or dead, we fhould have been as much enchanted with her feminine beauties, as we are now pleafed and aftonished by the ftrength of her imagination, the variety of her knowledge, and the goodness of her heart. ART. |