the latter, to admit of every perfon's being an optimist. Difcri minate and argue as we pleafe, there is evidently an abundance of both good and evil amongst us. How to purfue the firft, and to fhun the latter, fhould be the serious study of every individual of fociety. Coercion is of ufe, when difhonefty gets abroad; but mifchief fhould be prevented. Every man fhould determine on doing to others, as he would be done unto himself. The voice of nature will always urge him to what is right. Let him but govern his own paffions, and the whole univerfe will move in harmony to his fight." Our author's defcriptions are in general lively, animated, and picturefque; fometimes, as in the following fpecimen, pathetic. "We next returned to Hagley, where every thing appeared in fo different a ftyle, that you must exert your patience, while I attempt to conduct you through the beauties of that terreftrial paradife. The manfion at Hagley was newly built by the late Lord Lyttelton, whofe memory must be ever revered. It is large and commodious, and moft exquifitely fitted up. Nothing tawdry, nothing expensive, but all conceived with the happiest taste, and moft admirably executed. In paffing through, the rooms, I could not but feel a glow of veneration at every step we took. Here, thought I, that great man fat and contemplated; there he studied the History of Men and Manners. In short, every corner painted him to my imagination, and I could not but blefs the fate of him, who with all thefe objects in his mind, could exultingly fay, this was my father." After giving an account of the different paintings in the rooms below, our author proceeds thus: "After leaving the lower floors, we afcended to the bed-chambers, which we found elegantly arranged and furnished; but what was our aftonishment; when all of a fudden, and in one of the humblest apartments of the range, our old conductress told us that here her good lord had died. Awe and reverence immediately feized hold of us. We contemplated in filence the place in which fo good a man had winged his foul to immortality. The floor feemed hallowed as we trod. Speech became abforbed in thought; we foftly withdrew, and felt what it is not possible to defcribe. After this, nothing more could poffibly be feen. We therefore defcended; but as we paffed along, a certain fomething enticed us into an apartment incrufted with fpar, and fhells, and a variety of minerals and foffils. It feemed the fecret cell of fome minifter of goodness. It stopped us for the moment, but onward we proceeded. Charmed thus with the house, we next had the park to ramble through and admire. But here indeed I must beg your indulgence.' My pen is inadequate to the task. It foils the very life and faculty of defcription. Conceive, however, to yourself, a beautiful enamelled lawn, fwelled in all the elegancy of art and nature, for a distance a diftance of about four miles; while hill, dale, and grove, delightfully interfperfed, render it as perfect an elyfium as can poffibly be conceived." It is in this pleafing ftyle he proceeds to defcribe the other beauties of this terreftrial Paradife. We would have extracted the whole paffage, but of this the limits of our Review will not admit. Befides other agreeable particulars, he gives an account of a filk manufactory at Overton; and of the china and carpeting manufactories at Worcester. The author then proceeds to inform us of many particulars relative to the Peak; and of his defcent into a lead mine; he also gives an account of many fubterranean caverns, in which he has been. Thefe various and furprifing expeditions render this work very worthy the notice of those curious in examining the amazing works of nature. He gives us the following idea of Scots hofpitality. "Much as we had heard talk of Scots hofpitality, we yet could not have conceived that it ever could be carried to the extreme in which we found it to exift. Our first intent was merely to stay one night with our friend; inftead of which, the neighbouring gentlemen, leaguing themselves against us, kept us, vi et armis, amongst them for a confiderable number of days: no fooner had we been with one, than another threw in his claim; and thus, loading us with a profufion of unmerited kindnefs, they baffled our firmnest refolves, and compelled us to enjoy as much fatisfaction and delight, as enlightened, well-bred, liberal fociety could poffibly af ford and left this fhould not be enough, four of the principal gentlemen infifted upon accompanying us through the highlands, and actually did fo." The following inftance of rural, unaffected fimplicity and innocence is very well drawn. "From Taymouth we next continued along the northern fide of the Loch, in our way paffing by innumerable falls and cataracts which constantly feed it with fupplies, and thence croffing a river, arrived at Killin, at the western extremity of the lake. It being late in the evening when we left Taymouth, the night had far encroached upon us when we had got half way; the moon, however, fhone with unufual refplendency; the air was perfectly calm and unruffled; the lake was tranfparent as a mirror, not a cloud obtruded on the fight: all wore, in fhort, the appearance of harmony and peace. In this manner, furrounded by the most charming and heart-felt objects of the creation, we ferenely rode along; we fuddenly, however, were aroufed by a voice chanting forth a love-lorn fong to the bright mistress of the night. Moft of the company being in carriages, another gentleman and myfelf, whole troop of fervants, stopped immediately before the place whence the found proceeded; here we found a young damfel of about seventeen, two little boys reclining themfelves on the VOL. XI. grafe grafs befide her, and her harmless kine, charmed as it were with mufic, liftening with earnestnefs behind. The fight was bewitching! Innocence taught her not to be afraid; the continued her fong, and feemed to be infpired the more fhe faw we were pleased with her exertions: native goodness is wonderfully winning and attractive. We inftantly accofted her in terms of kindness and affection; the answered in the fame tone. The labour of the even ing at an end (the told us) fhe and her brothers had strayed to this fpot; her cows had followed her; wearinefs had prompted them to repofe; gratitude, however was due, and that gratitude the was paying to the author of her being. But indeed, fays fhe, I will not tell you all; neither will I continue with my fong, unless you oblige me in my defire, and drink a little milk, the only refreshment I have to offer. The request was too courteous to be evaded; the heart-strings melted at the touch. We instantly complied, and emptied the veffel which fhe prefented to us. Now then, fays fhe, I will begin again, my cows too will thank you for your goodness; we are conftant friends; they love their mistress; nor will they murmur at contributing to her happiness. Thus faying, the turned to the one that was nearest to her, and placing herself at her fide, began an air that rivetted us to the fpot: the night was, however ftealing on apace; her parents expected her home; the therefore arofe and bleft us. Our warmest wishes of affection flew in fervency after her; the foon was out of fight. All that we had, left, therefore, was filently to withdraw, and from our fouls to deprecate comfort on the head of fo harmlefs and benevolent a being." The above piece is written in the most agreeable and pleafing ftile; but the expreffion deprecate comfort is a very fingular one, as the word deprecate implies a contrary meaning from that which feems to be the fenfe of the author, His language throughout is eafy and flowing; but he fometimes in the fame fentence falls from the poetical to the profaick ftyle. What feems to us moft improper in the work before us, though by fome it may be deemed a recommendation, are the prolix catalogues of paintings, bufts, antiques, &c. in the different manfions where he has been, But in this our author is not fingular, as the most eminent of our travelling-writers have been equally guilty of this foible. Upon the whole, however, our author has fhewn great judgment and tafte, and has made many pertinent and judi cious remarks. The pleasure we have received from the perufal of this work makes us hope, that the author will meet with that encouragement, which his ingenious obfervations feem, in our opinion, to deserve. 4. P. An An Ode to the Memory of the Right Reverend Thomas Wilson, late Lord Bishop of Sodor and Man. By the Reverend W. Tafker, A. B. Author of the Ode to the Warlike Genius of Great Britain, &c. 4to. Is. In our laft Review, we prefented the public with an Ode called SPECULATION, which dropt from the plume of this Pindaric fpirit, and which was, if we miftake not, amongst the Poems written on that fubject for the vafe of Batheafton, at the poetical villa of LADY MILLER, well known to the public by the Letters of an English Woman, as well as by this Parnaffean inftitution, which affords perfons of tafte and leifure an opportunity of exerting their talents innocently in a very diffipated age. Mr. TASKER hath here given us a kind of poetical prelude to the writings of the late Bishop of Sodor and Man, which we find are now at prefs, under the infpection of his fon Dr. Wilfon. It is very well timed, and upon the WHOLE, a very well written compliment to the memory of the worthy prelate. Well timed indeed, upon two accounts: not only as it agreeably anounces the Works in queftion, but as it offers another fpecimen of the efforts of a writer who is engaged in the arduous task, as he tells us in a former publication, of tranflating the Odes of Pindar: or fuch at least as were not given us by the ingenious and learned Mr. Weft. Ever ready to protect the rays of genius, from whatever point of the poetical hemifphere they break upon us, we shall give this Poem to the public entire. Not, however, pronouncing it valuable as a whole, but, as good by parts. We have mark'd in Italics, for the use of this writer, feveral lines which, in comparison of fome of his others, are contemptible. Farther criticifm is unneceffary. I. "No:-I invoke not thee, Aonian Maid ! Above their fabled fhades, my thoughts afpire With feeble voice adapted to my lyre, Some scatter'd notes of her's from that celeftial choir ! II. Not War* alone demands my lays, Shunning the glare of day, with piercing eyes With fresheft wreath the brow of Worth to crown. III. Since the bright ftar of gofpel light, Since mitred prelates, at the spotlefs shrine And pale-ey'd Superftition fled, Where did the mitre's luftre fairer shine, Than when with rays divine encircling Wilfon's head. IV. E'en from his earlier years, He join'd celeftial wifdom's copious store: Defcendent of the Palatine, Tho' he drew his ancient blood From the bold undaunted flood That boil'd in Norman William's fiery breast; Where Pain and Penury had fix'd their dart, * Alluding to the author's Ode to the Warlike Genius of GreatBritain. + Alluding to the author's Congratulatory Ode to Admiral Keppel, &c. ‡ The Bishop was defcended from Hugh Lupus, Earl Palatine of Chefter, who was nephew to William the Conqueror. While |