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want of knowlege, or by misconception, into any mistake of any kind, as soon as it is pointed out to us, it shall be corrected with promptitude and without disguise.

To Mr. PORSON we must repeat our request, that the MS. Lexicon of Photius may not be forgotten, while he 'is engaged in the arduous duties attendant on an editor of Euripides. With respect to this delightful writer, we sincerely wish the Professor such a portion of vigorous health, as may empower him to pursue his researches with the same genuine spirit in which they have been begun: so that he may continue to receive the unbiassed applause of those, whose solid erudition enables them to appreciate justly the talents of a REAL Critic, and whose pure taste leads them to enjoy the various excellencies of the GREEK TRAGIC POETS.

DIC. D...y.


For AUGUST,. 1799.

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Art. 18. Remarks on Cavalry ; by the Prussian Major General of
Hussars, Warnery. Translated from the Original. 4to. PP. 125,

and 31 Plates. il. is. Boards. Egerton. 1798.
The remarks of the celebrated Warnery must be highly interesting

and instructive to every military man. They abound, indeed, with good sense and advantageous precepts, and they cannot be too attentively studied by an officer of cavalry,

The present work has the additional recommendation of being translated by Lieut. Col. (now Brigadier-General) Koehler, of the Royal Artillery: a gentleman of the first rank for science in the British services and who perhaps, has seen as great a variety of troops, and of military operations, as any officer in our army. After having been aid-de-camp to General Eliott at the siege of Gibraltar, attended the great king of Prussia in his reviews, commanded an army of patriots in Flanders against the Emperor Joseph II.-served first aš Deputy and then as Quarter-Master-General at Toulon and Corsica,he is now at Constantinople, instructing the Turkish artillery, and perhaps preparing to direct it against Bonaparte. We shall be happy to see him again in print, on his return; not merely as a translator, but as an author, who will himself merit being trans. lated into different languages.

Besides the plates illustrating the various positions, this work is em bellished by twenty-three equestrian figures i which are in general ani. mated specimens of European, Moorish, and Turkish Cavalry : but, as these very much enhance the price of the book, we could wish that they had been published by themselves, to be either taken or not, at the option of the purchaser of the Remarks.

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Art. 19. Self Immolation; or, the Sacrifice of Love. A Play, in

Three Acts. By Augustus Von Kotzebue. Translated from
the German by Henry Neuman, Esq. 8vo.

Phillips. 1799.

This play has been altered for performance at the Hay.Market, under the title of Family-Distress. It is calculated to excite strong interest, and is well adapted to the modern stage: but we have still to complain that the plot is unconnected, and that the piece consists almost entirely of detached scenes. There is, also,'still too much of the feeling and energy confined within crotchets, instead of being suffered to expand itself in the dialogue :~ of which we observe a strong instance in the scene where Maxwell is restored io his family after an attempt at suicide. The whole impassioned part evaporates in duinbshew, and the first ebservation made comes from a bystander, (a sentifimental porter) who recollects that Maxwell wished to turn the morning! • SCENE XII.--Enter MAXWELL, Walwyn, and HARRINGTON. ! Maxwell

. (Still of a death-like paleniess in bis countenance,--his bair hanging down in disorder, bis looks down-cast,-is led by Walwyn to Arabella.)

Arabella. (Attempting to rise, is unable, but sinks back, and holds out her arms.)

Maxwell (Kneels before her, and with involuntary feebleness, lajs bis head in ber lap.)

Arabella. (Bends sobbing over him.)
Hartopp. (Wipes bis eyes with his fingers autwardly.)

Harrington. (Stands lost in deep thought ; and now and then casts a book on the re-united pair.)

Maxwell. (Lifts up his head, ard looks on Arabella with an express sion of anguish.)

Arabella Clasps his neck, and joins her chee) to bis.)
Walwyn. Beholds them with strong emotion.)

Hartopp. By my soul, it is the man, who, this morning tried my load. He perhaps carried heavier than 1.

Harrington. Are you not the same person, who this morning asked my assistance in the tea-garden? Maxwell. I am.'

Mr. Von Kotzebue's plays are so much liked in this country, with all their faults, that we wonder that none of his admirers think it worth while to divest them of those excrescences which disfigure them in the eyes of men of good taste, and the absence of which no English reader or spectator could regret.

Fer...I. Art. 20. Vortigern, an Historical Tragedy, in Five Acts; represented at the Theatre Royal, Drury-Lane. And Henry the Se.

. cond, an Historical Drama. Supposed to be written by the Au. thor of Vortigern. 8vo. 45. Barker. 1799.

The Goddess Dulness, the natural and implacable enemy of Shak. speare and his fraternity, has made divers attempts to blast the laurels


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of our great dramatist, by inserting some of the poppy and henbane of her own sons among them. The forgery of Theaiald's Double Falsehood is perpetuated by the Duncial; we remember a tragedly on the subject of Arden of Feversham which wus given to the world as a lost sheep of Shakspeare; and in the present instance, we should have lost a sheep, if he had not bleated;' for verily the risible tragedy of King Vortigern had quite escaped our memory, unti! this publicatiou recalled it,

Of all the impositions ever attempted on the public, this is unquestionabiy one of the most gross and contemptible. There is scarcely aline often syllables properly accented, in a play attributed to Shakspeare! Wherever any slight resemblance to our pocţ appears, it is the effect of a bungling and disfiguring plagiarism. Who does net perceive that the following egregions soliloquy is made up of shreds and patches from Machcth?

Vort. Thus far, then, have my deeds a sanction found,
For still cach morn doth the resplendant sun
Dart forth its golden rays, to grace my sight.

what an inconsistent thing is man!
There was a time when e'en the thought of murder
Would have congeaľ d my very m15s of blood;
“ And, as a tree, on the approaching storm,
E'en so my very frame would shake and tremble :"?
But now I stand not at the act itself,
Which breaks all bonds of hospitality.--
To me, the King hath ever been most kind;
Yea, even lavish of his princely favours,-
And this his love I do reguite with murder!
And wherefore this? What! for a diadem,
The which I purchase at no less a cost
Than even the perdition of my soul;
Still at that self-same price will I obtain it.
The rooted hate the Britonş bear the Scots
Is. unto me an omen most propitious;
I have dispatched my secret emissaries,
And the young princes, sons of the old King,
(A long time since for study sent to Rome)
Èven for them have I prepared honours :
For cre the moon shall twice have fill'd her orb,
Death shall provide for them a crown immortal!'

It would be a waste of our pages to make many farther quotations ; the reader may consult, for more parallelisms, pp. 8. 10, 11, of Yortigern, all taken froin Macbeth.

At page 41, we have a dash of Lear:
And have I need of these vile rags ; off! off!
I'll follow thee to th' extreme point o' th' world,
And aked hear the icy mountains cold,
And the dread scorches o' that ball of fire
'Till I have found them i' the antipodes;

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Shou'd I not meet them there, I will rail so !-
Pardon these starts.! in troth I will not harm ye,
Indeed, indeed, I'm wrong'd! most sadly wrong'd!
Did these sweet notes then charm ye! then I'll die,
For look you, I will then sing sweeter far,
Than dying swan at ninety and nine years!
Lack, lack, a day! I'm faint ! your arm, sweet maid.
There is my page, farewell; good night, sweet! good night!'

In p. 65; Macbeth is again laid under contribution. The sentence
of the audience is therefore fully confirmed in our court.
ncral character of the play, we shall use the best words--those of our
bard himself:

“ A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,

But by ten words, my lord, it is too longo
Which makes it tedious ; for in all the play
There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
And tr:gical, my noble lord, it is
Which when I saw rehearst, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water : but more merry tears

The passion of loud laughter never shed."
The unhappy fate of Vortigern, we suppose, prevented his succes-
60r, Henry the Second, from mounting the stage. There is no rea-
son for regretting the absence of his royal cloquence, for thus doth he
declaim :

• Then short mantled Harry bids ye beware! [Is this to be said or sung?]

For at the tigress, when stirr’d from her whelp,
Will piece-mcal tear the intrudiug hunter,
So is't with me, if lowering on these smiles

Ye rouze the dunny spirit of revenge.' P. 2.,
We presume that the elegant, impressive, and noble epithet,
which we have distinguished by Italics, must have been borrowed
either from the kings of Brentford or from Sir Jeffrey Dunstan, of
immortal memory; and we give our decided vote for its being sent
back to the place whence it came.

Fer.... Art. 21. The Castle of Montval, a Tragedy. By the Rev. T. S.

Whalley. 8vo. 25. 6d. Phillips, &c. 1799. The author of this play has very modestly and properly given the laud of its success on the stage to Mrs. Siddons. Could he have printed her countenance and gestures with his own dialogue, it miglit probably have passed muster with the reader: but, left to its own powers, it proves tame and spiritless, in spite of the fashionable ad. juncts of secret doors, old tapestry, and rusty knives. One novelty, however, we have remarked, and it is fit that we should notice it ;-as the marginal directions of Mr. Von Kotzebue are not yet adopted by our tragic writers, the author of this play has ingeniously distinguished the emphatic words in his verses, by printing them in Italics. For example: Teresa. Ņay, nay, good friend,


of acts,

If he has hitherto ne'er trusted you
To keep these keys, 'tis odds but he wou'd rather
My lady guarded them till his return.

Blaise. If not to me, entrust them to Laponts
The count in him has perfect confidence.

Teresa. Think you Lapont is trusted like my lady!
To her the doating count has still reveal'd
His inmost thoughts. He loves her with such passion,
And finds his tenderness so well return'd,
That were his life and honor both at stake,
To her, with free and fearless confidence,
Wou'd both be trusted.Rest assur'd of this.

Blaise. Enough : you ought to know their humours best,
But yet my heart misgives me that some trouble
Will surely spring from these forgotten keys.'

These detestable keys form the distress of the play, during a couple

The plot, which turns on the accidental discovery of an aged father, who had been imprisoned during several years in his own castle by the cruelty of an unnatural son, is said to be founded on a well-known fact, which happened, the author believes, somewhere in the south of France, and so recently as in the year eighty three.'-- Fer-t.

. Art. 22.

Poems by the Rev. Josiah Relph of Sebergham, near Carlisle. With the Life of the Author, and a Pastoral Elegy on his Death. By Thomas Sanderson.

25. 6d. Faulder. Whatever opinion may be formed of Mr. Relph's poetic genius, the memoirs here given of him cannot be read without exciting the most pleasing emotions; for they exhibit the picture of a man who, placed in a remote village, and little favoured by the gifts of fortune, found the means of practising the brightest virtues, and, by his precepts and examples, of effecting a reformation in the sentiments and manners of his parishioners. · We must reluctantly pass, however, from a contemplation of the moral qualities of Mr. Relph, to an examination of his works-Of the pastorals in the Cumberland dialect, we confess ourselves not competent judges: the editor, who perhaps may be rather partial, speaks of them in the following manner :

. His pastorals, if they had been less uniform in their plan and sentiments, and more diversified in local imagery, by admitting a wider

of rural life, would have presented us with a more faithful picture of pastoral manners and customs than has yet been given. The sentiments are natural and appropriate ; and the language is familiar without

grossness : it is never elevated above the rural character by too much refinement, nor ever depressed below it by disgusting vulgarity. His swains discover their fears and their hopes, their intentions and their sentiments, like honest men, whom an intercourse with the world has not taught disguise. Their conversation, though illiterate and unpolished, is that of rational beings; it is not dięgraced by absurdities, nor made ridiculous by puerilities: it often discovers ignorance, but never folly.'

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