times forgotten; nor would it, perhaps, have been now resumed, but that we might avoid to disappoint our readers by an abrupt desertion of any subject.

It is not our design to criticise the facts of this history, but the style; not the veracity, but the address of the writer; for, an account of the ancient Romans, as it cannot nearly interest any present reader, and must be drawn from writings that have been long known, can owe its value only to the language in which it is delivered, and the reflections with which it is accompanied. Dr. Blackwell, however, seems to have heated his imagination so as to be much affected with every event, and to believe that he can affect others. Enthusiasm is indeed sufficiently contagious; but I never found any of his readers much enamoured of the glorious Pompey, the patriot approved, or much incensed against the lawless Cesar, whom this author probably stabs every day and night in his sleeping or waking dreams.

He is come too late into the world with his fury for freedom, with his Brutus and Cassius. We have all on this side of the Tweed long since settled our opinions; his zeal for Roman liberty and declamations against the violators of the republican constitution, only stand now in the reader's way, who wishes to proceed in the narrative without the interruption of epithets and exclamations. It is not easy to forbear laughter at a man so bold in fighting shadows, so busy in a dispute two thousand years past, and so zealous for the honour of a people, who while they were poor robbed mankind, and as soon as they became rich, robbed one another. Of these robberies our author seems to have no very

quick sense, except when they are committed by Cesar's party, for every act is sanctified by the name of a patriot.

If this author's skill in ancient literature were less generally acknowledged, one might sometimes suspect that he had too frequently consulted the French writers. He tells us that Archelaus the Rhodian made a speech to Cassius, and in so saying dropt some tears, and that Cassius after the reduction of Rhodes was covered with glory. Deiotarus was a keen and happy spirit. The ingrate Castor kept his court.

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His great delight is to show his universal acquaintance with terms of art, with words that every other polite writer has avoided and despised. When Pompey conquered the pirates, he destroyed fifteen hundred ships of the line. The Xanthian parapets were tore down. Brutus, suspecting that his troops were plundering, commanded the trumpets to sound to their colMost people understood the act of attainder passed by the senate. The Numidian troopers were unlikely in their appearance. The Numidians beat up one quarter after another. Salvidienus resolved to pass his men over in boats of leather, and he gave orders for equipping a sufficient number of that sort of small craft. Pompey had light agile frigates, and fought in a strait where the current and caverns occasion swirls and a roll. A sharp out look was kept by the admiral. It is a run of about fifty Roman miles. Brutus broke Lipella in the sight of the army. Mark Antony garbled the senate. He was a brave man, well qualified for a commodore.

In his choice of phrases he frequently uses words with great solemnity, which every other mouth and pen has appropriated to jocularity and levity! The Rhodians gave up the contest, and in poor plight fled back to Rhodes. Boys and girls were easily kidnapped. Deiotarus was a mighty believer of augury. Deiotarus destroyed his ungracious progeny. The regularity of the Romans was their mortal aversion. They desired the consuls to curb such heinous doings. He had such a shrewd invention, that no side of a question came amiss to him. Brutus found his mistress a coquettish crea

ture.

He sometimes, with most unlucky dexterity, mixes the grand and the burlesque together; the violation of faith, sir, says Cassius, lies at the door of the Rhodians, by reiterated acts of perfidy. The iron grate fell down, crushed those under it to death, and catched the rest as in a trap. When the Xanthians heard the military shout, and saw the flame mount, they concluded there would be no mercy. It was now about sunset, and they had been at hot work since noon.

He has often words or phrases with which our language has hitherto had no knowledge. One was a heart friend to the republic. A deed was expeded. The Numidians begun to reel, and were in hazard of falling into confusion. The tutor embraced his pupil, close in his Four hundred women were taxed who have no doubt been the wives of the best Roman citizens. Men not born to action are inconsequential in government; Collectitious troops. The foot by their violent attack be

arms.

gan the fatal break in the Pharsaliac field. He and his brother, with a politic common to other countries, had taken opposite sides.

His epithets are of the gaudy or hyperbolical kind. The glorious news. Eager hopes and dismal fears. Bleeding Rome; divine laws and hallowed customs; merciless war; intense anxiety.

Sometimes the reader is suddenly ravished with a sonorous sentence, of which when the noise is past the meaning does not long remain. When Brutus set his legions to fill a moat, instead of heavy dragging and slow toil, they set about it with huzzas and racing, as if they had been striving at the Olympic games. They hurled impetuous down the huge trees and stones, and with shouts forced them into the water; so that the work, expected to continue half the campaign, was with rapid toil completed in a few days. Brutus's soldiers fell to the gate with resistless fury, it gave way at last with hideous crash. This great and good man, doing his duty to his country, received a mortal wound, and glorious fell in the cause of Rome; may his memory be ever dear to all lovers of liberty, learning and humanity! This promise ought ever to embalm his memory! The queen of nations was torn by no foreign invader. Rome fell a sacrifice to her own sons, and was ravaged by her unnatural offspring; all the great men of the state, all the good, all the holy, were openly murdered by the wickedest and worst. Little islands cover the harbour of Brindisi, and form the narrow outlet from the numerous creeks that compose its capacious port. At the appear

ance of Brutus and Cassius a shout of joy rent the heav ens from the surrounding multitudes.

Such are the flowers which may be gathered by every hand in every part of this garden of eloquence. But having thus freely mentioned our author's faults, it remains that we acknowledge his merit; and confess that this book is the work of a man of letters, that it is full of events displayed with accuracy, and related with vivacity; and though it is sufficiently defective to crush the vanity of its author, it is sufficiently entertaining to invite readers.