his office must be exceedingly irksome to a delicate mind, if it is incumbent on him to exercise a constant inquisition over visitors whose characters are known to be respectable, and who bring in their hands a satisfactory recommendation.

But to return to the anecdotes of literature. From the word anecdotes some persons may be led to expect more amusement than these volumes will furnish. Mr. Beloe is aware of this, and begs that it may be remembered that he only pledged himself to give a description of such rare and curious books as might happen to fall in his way; with such occasional anecdotes of literature interspers d, as might occur to his recollection or reading. He pretends not to give elaborate observations of critical disquisitions, but merely to point out to collectors and curious students, books known to be rare, and, as such valuable. He has however so diversified the position, and the quality of his materials, that while the scholar need not turn away in disgust, the miscellaneous reader may find various sources of amusement.

To the Black Letter men, and the collectors, the work will afford a treat of the highest order. The information it contains is very extensive, and the contents abound with scarce and curious miscellanies. A few of the anecdotes shall be selected and given in a future number of the Cabinet.

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The Christian Officer's complete Armour containing Arguments in favour of a Divine Revelation. By Colonel A. Burn, of the Royal Marines; 2d. ed. 12mo. 4s. Mathews and Leigh, 1806.

All the great, and we need scarcely add the irrefragable arguments in support of christianity, are here collected and enforced, in a dialogue between two officers; one of them very seriously impressed with the importance of religion, the other a man of the world, who has paid but little attention to the subject, yet is not unwilling' to satisfy some doubts which dwell upon his mind respecting the authenticity of the scriptures. The publication being intended for the use of the officers in the ariny and navy, the author has assumed a style and manner familiar to their profession; and provided those who have just sentiments of religion, and wish to retain them, with sufficient weapons to defend themselves against the

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daily attacks of military deists and infidels, who are but too numerous in that line, and too succesful in gaining proselytes to their party.

We cordially recommend this little volume to persons of every degree and profession who have any scruples upon so important a subject. The dialogue is easy and natural, the style perspicuous, and the arguments conclusive and convincing.

The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry, for 1805, 12mo. Rivingtons, 1806, 10s. 6d. 1807.

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This is the fifth volume of a work which, besides its recommendation as an elegant Repository for the numerous Lyric Effusions that, in the course of a twelvemonth, find their way into the daily prints and other perishable publications, presents a variety of articles, not before published, of extraordinary merit. will be readily believed, when we mention the naines of Miss Seward, Mr. Park, Dr. Drennan, Rev. Mr. Boyd, Rev. J. Whitehouse, Rev. Dr. Stevens, Professor Richardson, Dr. Leyden, Mr. Bridges, Mr. Preston, Rev. Mr. Maurice, Mr. Montgomery, Mr. Davenport, and others, as among the contributors. The Original Poetry of the present volume occupies upwards of 200 pages. We shall take the liberty of extracting the following article, of which, in addition to its poetical merit, the thought is original, and the point exceedingly happy.

THE COMPLAINT OF CORSICA.
Indignant Corsica, the world's disdain,
And hardly notic'd amid Europe's train,
Scorn'd early by a poet and a sage

Whose name* immortaliz'd the injurious page
Harshly dictated by an exile's * rage;

She who in modern times long groan'd the slave
Of Genoa, mistress of the ambient wave;
And from her hands, all impotent to hold,
Pass'd to a monarch's, for the dross of gold;
Rous'd by a series of successive wrongs,
Thus claim'd the justice, that to states belongs;
And at the foot of Jove's etherial throne,
Sued not in vain, in this undaunted tone.

* Seneca.

"Look'st thou not down with equal eyes on all,
"Both men and states; and see'st them rise and fall,
"Not by rude chance, nor left to fortune's hand,
"But by thy just and merciful command?
"What then is Corsica, immortal Jove,
"That she partakes not thy paternal love?
"Is there in all the dark decrees of fate
"No glory destined for so mean a state?
"Sprung from my loins, is never man design'd
"To lord it universal o'er his kind;

"To wash in Europe's blood my servile stains,
"And rivet France and Genoa with my chains?
"O, from thy throne, amid the starry skies, .
"Look down with juster and minuter eyes.
"Scorn'd, as I was, and as I am, oppressed,
"Let me find favour in my maker's breast:
"And bid thy thunder teach the unthinking states,
"Justice retributive on kingdoms waits.”

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She spoke and Jove with eye reluctant saw
Her pray'r was good; and that it must be law.
Then for the Book he call'd, in which are told
Things past, and things the future shall behold:
His firm hand traced a long career of fame
And o'er the page inscribed Napoleon's name.

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The Editor appears to possess the proper requisites for this useful undertaking: diligence, judgment, and taste. Collections of verses are easily formed, but to select good poetry it is almost necessary to be a good poet, an appellation, if we are not misinformed, which very justly belongs to the Editor of the Poetical Regis

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The Pleasures of Human Life; investigated cheerfully, elucidated satirically, promulgated explicitly, and discussed philosophically, in a dozen dissertations on Male, Female, and Neuter Pleasures. Interspersed with various Anecdotes, and expounded by numerous Annotations. By Hilaris Benevolus, and Co. Fellows of the London Literary Society of Lasorists. Embellished with five illustrative Etchings, and two Head-pieces. 12mo. 8s. Longman, &c. 1807.

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One fool they say makes many. It may be said, likewise, that in these times, one BOOK makes many. Mr. Beresford's very ingenious and original publication bearing the title of the Miseries of Human Life, soon produced More Miseries, a little volume not inferior to its predecessor in point and vivacity: The Comforts of

Human Life followed next; its Pleasures are now exhibited, and a second volume of Miseries, by the author of the first, is said to be in the press. Ohe! jam satis! many will exclaim; but this is a fine book-making age, and what is better for the trade, though not very fortunate for literature, there is no lack of purchasers.

The author of the present volume has assumed the firm of Hilaris Benevolus, and Co. but he deals more in satire than good humour, and notwithstanding his title-page, and the merry face he exhibits, furnishes little food for laughter. His aim has been to be witty, and he is often successful. But we grow somewhat tired, as we proceed, with the continual effort to be sprightly. It is the production, however, of no common pen. The writer (for the assertion that it is written by several, we consider to me merely lusory, or rather illusory,) is familiar with the several pursuits of literature, law, fashion, and politics; and their Pleasures, that is, the eccentricities, follies, and absurdities which they engender, are smartly and ludicrously touched upon as they pass before our "folly flogging Satyrist."

Indeed, to shoot folly as it flies,' forins his principal sport: and, among other game which he starts as he courses over" the manors of ignorance, impudence and vice," he levels his fowling piece at Mr. Kemble's vicious pronunciation; and in this instance the marksman has certainly brought down his bird.

"Barber: We have ventured to revive this word lest our readers should be put to any difficulty, by the late disputes concerning the true pronunciation of the more common word beard; which that great master of elocution, Mr. J. P Kemble, has lately confounded with the word bird. A wit, it is said, upon hearing him talk of his beard in the new style of pronunciation asked him whether his bird was not a black-bird

"We cannot omit here to justify the great actor for his very correct and classical delivery of the phrase, "I'll fill thy bones with aches," which last word he pronounces aitches. It is clear that Pros pero intended some dreadful punishment to Caliban; and how could he punish him more severely, than by filling his bones with aitches i. e. making all the bones in his body aitch-bones?"

The etchings are by Rowlandson, but they are scarcely worthy of him.

An Historical Account of Corsham House in Wiltshire ; the Seat of Paul Cobb Methuen, Esq. with a catalogue of his celebrated Collection of Pictures; by John Britton; embellished with a View and Plan of the House, 12mo. 5s. Longman and Co. 1806.

This is a most noble collection, and Mr. Britton deserves much praise for the pains he has taken in arranging the catalogue, and obtaining every interesting particular respecting each picture. The dedication to the BRITISH INSTITUTION manifests his affection for the Arts. His Historical Essay on Painting; and a brief account of the different schools: and a review of the progressive and present state of the arts in England, is well drawn up, and contains much useful information in a small compass. The Catalogue is followed by BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES of the painters whose works constitute the Corsham house collection.

The Peasant's Death; and other Poems; by John Struthers, author of the "Poor man's Sabbath," &c. Glasgow, M. Ogle. London, R. Ogle, 12mo.pp. 112. 1806.

The Poor Man's Sabbath has given to Mr. Struthers a considerable degree of reputation as a poet, and in the publication now before us, that reputation is not ill supported. On the contrary, the performance is highly creditable to his muse. In confirmation of this opinion, however, we shall offer a few extracts. The subject of the poem is proposed in these lines:

"I who ere while in artless numbers sung,
The Sabbath service of the simple swain,

Whence Peace, Content, Delight, for ever young,
And heavenly Hope, rose smiling in his train :
Now to the trem'lous sorrow-breathing strain,

With faltering hand attune the rustic lyre :

How sick Dejection, Poverty, and Pain,

And weeping Sympathy, in death, conspire

To dash his high-formed hopes, and quench his heavenly fire." The poet then presents us with a beautiful description of a storm, presaging "winter's eve.' The hall of wealth and merriment, in such a night, is contrasted with the humble dwelling of the peasant, the victim of sickness and poverty. His former happy state is adverted to, and the cause of his melancholy situation, painted in glowing language.- -The evening meal is next described. The father beholds his disconsolate family from the bed of anguish :