"A favour'd people, God bade us be free."

"A marshall'd host of sabbath-breakers stand confest." "We cry," where will this end, the Almighty only knows!" "And snatch our much-lov'd Sovereign from the insatiate jaws of death."

The raising of Jairus' Daughter; a Poem. By Francis Wrangham, M. A. To which is annexed a short Memoir, interspersed with a few Poetical Productions, of the late Caroline Symmons. Small 8vo. pp. 45.

MR. WRANGHAM's poem was written for the Seaton Prize, but was excluded from the competition by accidental circumstances. This is to be regretted. It is not quite equal to his former productions, but it is far superior to the composition which received the prize. The memoir which Mr. Wrangham has given of Miss Symmons is of a most interesting nature. The subject of it was indeed a remarkable instance of early genius. Mr. Wrangham has performed his melancholy task in a manner which entitles him to the thanks of every person of taste and feeling.

Buonaparte, a Satire. His Coronation, a Vision. 8vo. Pp. 92.

THIS pamphlet is only 1emarkable as being one of the neatest specimens of printing, and one of the worst specimens of verse, that has ever come under our observation. The verse is, in truth, much on a level with that of the Bellman. We return the author many thanks for not punishing us with a second book of the Satire: he has only given us a "detailed argument" of it in prose.

Invasion; a descriptive and satirical Poem, by J. Amphlett. 8vo. pp. 79.

THE subject and the execution of this poem both show it to have been written upon the spur of the occasion. It is not, however, wholly undeserving of praise. Many parts, both serious and satirical, are touched with spirit.

Autumn Leaves; a descriptive Poem. By George Ardley. 8vo. pp. 64,

THIS "descriptive Poem" is one of the strangest pieces of composition we ever remember to have seen. It is written in a sort of metre, if metre it may be called, which we never saw before, and hope never to see again. We suspect that the author originally wrote this odd production in plain prose, which he afterwards divided into unequal lengths, hoping by such an operation to transform his work into poetry. He may rest assured he has not succeeded. Mr. Ardley is very fond of hard words: in the narrow space of sixty-four pages, he has pressed into his service more than 100 words, which, as Sir Lucius O Trigger says in the Rivals, "would get their habeas corpus from any court in christendom."

The Pleasures of Composition. A Poem, in two Parts. Part I. 8vo. pp. 60.

THE author of "The Pleasures of Composition" is a man of taste and information, and some of his lines are well turned, but his poem is not such as can be honestly praised. It never, for a moment, excites any interest in the reader. The notes are the best part of the pamphlet.

SATIRE.

Familiar Epistles to Frederick Jones, Esq. on the present State of the Irish Stage. Third Edition, with considerable Additions, 12mo. pp. 122.

THE author of these epistles is a man of talents, taste, and learning. His subject is of a confined nature, but he has made the most of it. His satire is neat and pointed. We shall be happy to see him employ his pen upon a theme more worthy of his abilities than the absurdity of the Irish stage.

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British Purity; or, the World we Live in. A Poetic Tale, of Two Centuries. Satirico, Gossippico. By Lory Lucian and Jerry Juvenal (the younger born of the Families, assisted by the renowned Solomon Scriblerus. Enlivened with serious Annotations, and illustrated by opaque Biography. 4to. pp. 47.

THIS poem is " an old plague with a new face." It was printed last year in a volume of poems, but not being then quite so long as it now is, it was not quite so bad. A more dull production we have never had the misfortune of reading, and this is saying not a little. We advise the author to make a solemu vow never again to meddle with poetry, criticism, or politics; in all which he betrays a lamentable degree of ignorance.

Great cry and little Wool; or, the Squads in an Uproar; or, the Progress of Politics; or, Epistles, Poetical and Picturesque. Written by Toby Scout,

Esq. a Member of the Opposition; and edited by Peter Pindar, Esq. Two Parts. 4to. pp. 49.

We have never had the mortification of reading any thing more stupid than these verses, which are indeed "Great cry and little wool!" To call such rhymes Epistles Poetical and Picturesque," is to be guilty of a most terrible misnomer. They contain neither poetry, nor picturesque description, nor wit, nor humour. The author makes up for the absence of all these, by printing every other word in the Italic character.

Peter Nicked; or, The Devil's Darling. A mock heroic Poem, in three Cantos. By Castigator. Canto 1. 4to. pp. 35.

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THE antagonists of Peter Pindar, with, as far as we can remember, the single exception of Mr. Gifford, have unfortunately not been such as capable of inspiring him with any apprehensions. They seem to have thought that because they were engaged in the cause of morality they had a right to be dull. Peter Pindar, his assailants, and his encomiasts, (for he has had encomiasts) bring to our recollection the following epigram:

"The original author, I wot,

Is a very vile poet, God mend him,
To attack him a viler he's got,

And a viler than that to defend him.'

TRANSLATIONS.

Oriental Tales, translated into English Verse, by J. Hoppner, Esq. R. A. Crown 8vo. pp. 123.

As a painter Mr. Hoppner has long enjoyed a distinguished and well-earned reputation. He has now thought proper to court the Muses, and they have not frowned upon his suit. His translations may be read with much pleasure. They are executed with spirit and elegance, and the versification is correct and flowing.

The Satires of Decimus Junius Juvenalis. Translated into English Verse by the Rev. W. Heath Marsh, A. M. 8vo. pp. 238.

THIS is the third translation of Juvenal's Satires that has appeared within the period of three years. The first was a wretched burlesque of the original; the second almost every thing that could be wished for; and the third, now before us, though not so despicable as the first, is but a tame and insipid pro-duction. Mr. Marsh may rest assured that his version will never supersede that of Mr. Gifford. It wants both polish and energy.

Fables: consisting of select Parts from Dante, Berni, Chaucer, and Ariosto. Imitated in English Heroic Verse by Richard Wharton, Esq. M. P. 8vo. pp. 142.

IT is somewhat astonishing that from the rich treasures of Italian poetry so few translations should have been made into the English language. In giving