stand ye be a syngler lou'. of relygyus placys. Y pray God that ye may longe continewe to Godds plesur, he have yow in hys 'kepyng eu' more. Amen.

"By yowr beyd-woman dame,

KATERYN, Proress of Lyttylmore.'

There are some good views of Guildford, and Loseley Manor House, Surrey; as well as in Lincolnshire, Northamptonshire, and Warwickshire, which are too numerous to mention in detail.

POETRY.

The Burniad; an Epistle to a Lady, in the Manner of Burns, with Poetic Miscellanies, Original and Imitative. By J. H. Kenney. Small 8vo. pp. 153. 4s. Vernor and Co. 1808.

THE plaints and miseries of criminal rebels have been so often sung, that we are pleased to find the unjust sufferings of loyalists also held up to public commiseration. The following "Ballad," we have been assured, is founded in fact.

"Did you

hear of Jane M'Donnell ?
(Lovely Jane of Castlebar)
How she died, all broken-hearted,
At the grave of Alleyn Carr ?
"Tis a true and mournful story,
Plain and simple, as it shou'd;
And this pair of hapless lovers
Were alike of gentle blood.

"It was when renown'd Cornwallis
Was the sovereign of the land,
After he had quench'd the troubles
Of the French and rebel band:
Grief it is, and shame to think on,
How an handful went so far;
And for six weeks, unmolested,
Held the town of Castlebar!

Winter now (of death the emblem)
Seem'd t' o'erhang the yellow vale;
Falling leaves, and fading flowers,
Told the melancholy tale.
Even so seem'd death to hover

O'er the loveliest blooming flow'r

That the hand of Fate had ever

Cropt in an untimely hour.

"Beauteous is the dawn of morning,
When young zephyr, full on wing,
Wafts around the odorous treasures,
Of the lovely blooming spring.
Not less fair, nor less enchanting,
Did the lovely June appear
In charms, and all the female graces,
Blooming in her nineteenth year.

"But, alas! how fleet and transient
Life and all its charms are found!
Virtue, innocence, nor beauty,

Wrest stern Fate's remorseless wound
All those charms that thrill'd each bosom,
And attracted ev'ry eye,
Fading pale, in youth's meridian,
Told that Death was standing by.

"Pale those cheeks, like fading lilies,
Where the damask rose had blown ;
Dim her blue eye's beaming beauty,
That with starry lustre shone':
Slow and mournful now that footstep
That so lately skimm'd the lawn;
Mate that voice that, like the skylark's,
Carol'd at the early dawn.

"Nightly did the wretched maiden,
When the midnight hour was come,
From her sleepless pillow rising,
Visit her true lover's tomb.
Unobserv'd, I stepp'd behind her,
While with feeble pace she stray'd
To the churchyard, where young Alleyn
In his winding-sheet was laid.

"To his grave-stone faintly moving,
O'er the well-known spot she hung,

And, awhile in mournful silence,

Oft her folded hands she wrung.
Oft to Heaven her eyes were lifted,
Oft she cast them on the ground;
Tender sighs her bosom rending,
All in tears of anguish drown'd.

« 'Twas a cloudless night, in autumn;
Ev'ry star with brilliance shone ;
And, from Heaven's o'erarching azure,
Beam'd the full resplendent moon.
Nature's voice was hush'd in slumber
Silence reign'd, till with the gale
Mingling sighs, heart-broken Jenny
Breath'd this sad but artless tale,

"Not content to slay my lover,

They expos'd him on the ground, Where I found his lifeless body

Gor'd with many a brutal wound
Half distracted there I sought him,
By the pale moon's rising beam,
'Midst an heap of naked bodies,
Tho' o'erwhelm'd with maiden shame.

« ‹ Soon his features I discover'd,
By the pale moon's silver ray;
When my tears, in silent showers,
Wash'd the clotted gore away.
• Clos'd in darkness, ne'er to open,
Were those eyes so skill'd to charm;
Cold and lifeless were his pale lips,

Yet my kisses made them warm!

When his manly limbs I shrowded

In the veil and gown I wore,

Next night in this grave I laid him,

Never to behold him more!

Yes! my tears bedew thy grave-stone;

Alleyn, 'twas for this I came!

Fondly too, to kiss each letter

That inscribes thy dear-lov'd name!

"Had he liv'd-(Oh faithless fortune!)

But that blessing Heaven denied;

Long betroth'd, this morn had made me
My true lover's happy bride.
But, alas! our joys are ended

By the envious hand of Death;
Save that only joy that's left me,
Here to yield my latest breath.

"Ah! what freezing damps surround me!
'Chilling cold assails my heart;
'O'er each limb I feel it stealing,
And in ev'ry vital part!

'Cease-Oh cease my poor heart beating!
How it flutters! How it fades!

What's this mist that floats before me,

And envelopes all in shades?

'See! Oh see that babe-like spirit!

Pity's self descends from high,

'(Heaven's lov'd cherub) to conduct me

From this world of misery.'

Here she ceas'd her fond complaining,
O'er the grave of Alleyn Carr;
For the shaft of Death had silenc'd ·
Lovely Jane of Castlebar !”

We are no friends to imitations of Burns, especially by an Irishman, who can have no national prejudices in favour of that barbarous dialect; of course we pass over the poem that gives a title to this little volume, which contains several good-natured pleasing trifles, not unworthy of perusal in an hour of idleness, vacancy, or illhumour. Good sense, feeling, and delicacy, indeed, are more conspicuous in the effusions of Mr. Kenney's chaste and patriotic Muse, than the higher flights of fancy.

EDUCATION.

The

The French Student's Vade Mecum, or Indispensable Companion; in which are displayed the different Cases of Persons and Things, as required by all the French Verbs and Adjectives, the different Prepositions which they govern, those required by the Substantives, and the different Words which must follow the Conjunctions. By the Rev. P. C. Le Vasseur, a Native of France, and Chaplain of the Cathedral of Lisieux. 12mo. Pp. 189. Author, and Lucas, Birmingham; Longman and Co. London. WE know not that this little volume is "" an Indispensable Companion," but we are convinced that it will be found very useful for children learning French, as it will answer the purpose of a dicționary or vocabulary, at least in what relates to the verbs and particles, as well as the idioms and phrases. It is very properly arranged in alphabetic order, and renders the government of words plain to the capacity of youth. Many of the remarks and illustrations indeed may be thought very obvious by persons familiar with the language, but it should be remembered that they cannot be so to children, and that the present treatise, therefore, must be a very convenient assistant to their labours in learning.

!

An Essay on the Education of Youth; intended to unfold the relative Importance of the different Branches of Literature; to point out the best Methods of communicating Instruction; and to impress on the Mind the Necessity of habitual Reflexion. By Robert Goodacre, Master of Standard-Hill Academy, near Nottingham. Embellished with an elegant View (in Mezzotico) of Standard-Hill Academy, Nottingham Castle, and the adjacent Country towards the East. Small 8vo. pp. 84. 2s. 6d. Johnson; Cradock and Joy. 1808.

THIS slight Essay discovers much good sense and experience in teaching, and a competent knowledge of the different branches of education: but Mr. Goodacre, good soul, thinks that religion ought not to be taught till persons are able to investigate its evidence like a problem of Euclid! Perhaps, however, he only means to say that he is all things to all men," and that his academy is open to children of every sect. Such universality, to persons of finite faculties, must ever be the same as nihility.

MISCELLANEOUS.

Midas; or, a Serious Inquiry concerning Taste and Genius; including a Proposal for the certain Advancement of the Elegant Arts. To which is added, by Way of Illustration, a Fragment of Ancient History. By Anthony Fisgrove, LL. D. Small 8vo. pp. 224. 7s. Murray. 1808.

WE are not a little surprised that any person capable of writing such correct and sometimes elegant sentences, should have published a volume, which none of its readers have understood. We think that we can discover some satire in it, and that we can decipher some of the things to which the writer alludes; but still it is only explaining an enigma, which may have another import in the mystical imagination of its author.

Divine and Moral Precepts, for the Conduct of a Christian towards God and Man. By John Hamond, supposed to have been the Father of Dr. Henry Hamond, Author of the celebrated Annotations on the New Testament, and other learned Works; and written for the Instruction of his Grandson. Published [from an original MS.] by the Rev. John Plumptre, Prebendary of Worcester. 12mo. pp. 176. 3s. 6d. Longman and Co.

and Rivingtons.

THIS is one of the few works adapted to the use of every class of readers. The sceptical philosopher will not think it any proof of weakness to consult such maximus, although they inculcate Christian piety, as they also abound in a profound knowledge of men and manners; the rational Christian will receive them as a most grateful banquet; and the fanatical methodist will here find evidence almost to demonstration, that there is no true religion, which is not accompanied by genuine morality and personal virtue.