children, in the recommendation of that simplicity of treatment which is deduced from an imitation of nature, and which, during the present age, has gradually superseded the pernicious absurdities of ignorance and mistaken art. The following quotation from the preface will exemplify our remark, and at the same time afford a specimen of that classical elegance of diction which distinguishes this little publication.

Proinde naturam ars imitetur, atque illius vestigiis inhæreat. Solvantur fasciæ, dematur inutilis cibus, ne artuum jactatio et incrementum cohibeatur, neve stomachus gravetur et concoctionem impediat. Quam enim pravitatem membrorum, quam distortionem ex illis natam solemus deplorare? Cruditas enim quantam partem morborum puerilium uña complectitur? Siquidem modo vomitus est, modo alvus fusa, modo inflatio, modo tormina, modo ventris tumor, frequentissimumque est vitium quo cibus acescit. Ad cruditatem quoque nescio an pertineant aphthæ, lumbrici, vigilia, tabes, debilitas, pustulæ, et distentiones membrorum, quibus omnibus pueri maxime opportuni sunt. Cum vero cernimus lac in uberibus matris a Deo esse præparatum, cur non ars nostra primos faciat cibos lacti quam simillimos? Quid enim quispiam profecerit medicamentis conquisitis et compositis, si nova quotidie ingesta materies nova pariat mala? Is demum, ut mihi videtur, optimè prospexerit, non qui nova in diem remedia excogitaverit, sed qui causas morborum in victu vitæque consuetudine requisiverit, et ab earum rerum ratione petierit præsidium.'

With respect to diseases of magnitude, so far from supplying the deficiencies or correcting the errors of former writers-in consequence of the extreme brevity to which the author has limited his discussions, he has omitted many facts and observations adduced by those writers, without a knowledge of which our views of the nature and treatment of those diseases must be deemed extremely imperfect. He has been led by the same circumstance to a sort of aphoristic style in the recommendation of remedies; a style which implies a greater certainty in the principles of a science than those of medicine have yet attained, and which is scarcely consistent with the various discrimination in the exercise of the art which the variety of particular circumstances demands. In a word, the learned author, too desirous of avoiding the anile prolixity of some of his predecessors, seems to have fallen short of the desirable mean: and while we derive much gratification from the perusal of his treatise, distinguished by great good sense and elegance of composition, we are disposed to complain of that brevity which deprives us of a greater portion of instruction. ART. 35.-Culina Famulatrix Medicine: or, Receipts in Cookery, worthy the Notice of those medical Practitioners who ride in their Chariots with a Footman behind them, and who receive Two-Guinea Fees of their rich and luxurious Patients. By Ignotus. 8vo. 4s. York. 1804.

This ingenious writer, who has since professed himself to be Dr. Hunter of York, prefixes an engraving of a large pig to his

publication, a serious examination of which he recommends to those gentlemen who, unfortunately, like himself, seem to live only for the pleasure of eating. It is dedicated to those gentlemen who freely give two guineas for a turtle dinner at the tavern, when they might have a more wholesome one at home for ten shillings. The learned doctor subjoins a medical observation on every dish; and thus aims at uniting not only economy, but utility, with enjoyment. Reviewers are so little accustomed to the luxuries of the table, that it would ill become us to give an opinion of our own on the merits of the book before us. But on the authority of some of our friends who are equally qualified by fortune and by taste to form a judgment of the subject in question, we undertake to assure our readers; that our author is a decided adept in the art of cookery; and as such we strongly recommend his work to the Apicii of modern days. We particularly wish that it might be patronized by both our universities; the resident members of those learned bodies find sufficient leisure from their literary toils, to devote some attention to the more ignoble indeed, but not less satisfactory, researches of the culinary art it is their peculiarly happy lot to be incessantly occupied by the enviable vicissitudes of the study and the table; to pass their time in the delightful alternations of mental and bodily refreshment. We are not without hopes, therefore, that the receipts of Dr. Hunter may in time be introduced into the kitchens of every college.

NOVELS.

ART. 36. The Modern Griselda: a Tale. By Miss Edgeworth. 8vo. 5s. Johnson. 1805.

The deserved éclat which miss Edgeworth acquired by Castle Rackrent,' was the only motive which induced us to venture on the perusal of the present peformance; but we cannot say that it afforded us much entertainment.

'The Modern Griselda,' unlike her namesake of antiquity, is, in the strictest sense of the word, a shrew, who is determined to rule her husband with absolute authority: poor Benedick, out of pure Jove, at first submits to her unaccountable caprices; but at length, wearied and disgusted, exerts the prerogatives of a husband: she faints; he begs pardon; she returns to her old ways; he grows sullen and indifferent; she, unable to bear this, requests a separation, which is granted by him;-thus ends the Modern Griselda.' It reminded us, mutatis mutandis, of the lines in Gay:

They squabble for a pin, a feather,
And wonder how they came together.
The husband's sullen, dogged, shy,
The wife grows flippant in reply :
He loves command and due restriction:
And she as well likes contradiction;
He never slavishly submits;
She'll have her will, or have her fits.

He this way tugs, she t'other draws,
The man grows jealous, and with cause:
Nothing can save him but divorce;

And here the wife complies of course.

The quotations in page 162, from the Euvres Philosophiques of M. de St. Lambert, are very beautiful.

ART. 37.-Adeline Mowbray; or the Mother and Daughter: a Tale, in 3 Volumes. By Mrs. Opie. 12mo. 3s. 6d. 1805.

We opened with great pleasure a new novel from the entertain ing pen of Mrs. Opie, a lady whose uncommon talents do honour to her sex and country. She displayed, in her pathetic tale of the Father and Daughter,' a power of working upon the passions we think unrivalled (perhaps with the single exception of Mrs. Inchbald,) by any writer of the present day. Nor has she failed to affect her. readers with many heart-rending scenes in the work before us.

The story of the Mother and Daughter' may be comprised in few words. The former imbibes and supports in theory the principles of the new code of morality; the latter carries them into practice, and becomes the mistress of one of the authors who broached them to the world. Upon this her mother, inconsistently, but naturally, renounces her; and by the death of her lover she is driven to seek support in the exercise of those accomplishments her education had bestowed upon her. But her course of virtuous industry is interrupted by the scandalous reports of those who remembered her in her former vicious situation; and she is awakened to a sense of her misguided conduct. She is in consequence married; but her husband using her ill, after much misery she is restored to her mother, and dies contented.

But this scanty outline Mrs. Opie has most ably filled up with a variety of characters and incidents, well conceived, and adroitly introduced. She keeps up the attention of her readers to the end. The moral of her work is declared in the following passage: (Vol. iii. P. 13.)

The example of Adeline is held up as a warning to all young people; for her story inculcates most powerfully how vain are personal graces, talents, sweetness of temper, and even active benevolence, to ensure respectability, and confer happiness, without a strict regard to the long established rules for conduct, and a continuance in those paths of virtue and decorum which the wisdom of ages has pointed out to every one.'

But we cannot avoid remarking that the effect of this moral does not seem to have been consulted, when the state in which Adeline and Glenmurray lived was represented as perfectly happy, as far as their happiness rested in themselves; but the instant that Adeline marries, she becomes miserable from the conduct of her husband. Rightly considered, this reflects nothing upon the mar riage state; but what we have to object to are the fascinating colours thrown over the erroneous virtues of Adeline and Glenmur

ray, 'making (as the benevolent quaker observes, Vol.ii. page 109) vice more dangerous by giving it an air of respectability.

We have to remark a few inaccuracies in Mrs. Opie's style; solely from a regard to her reputation as a writer, for we doubt not her good sense will profit by our hints. Gulping down sobs and sighs' is an expression that occurs too often throughout the three volumes; ' a fine moral tact' we cannot help thinking a silly and affected phrase; it was the dark hour' means nothing but it was dark;' and why should the maternal feeling' be substituted for the feelings of a mother?

The interesting interview between the mother of Adeline and the benevolent quaker, in which the latter gives the former tidings of her daughter, is successfully imitated from the scene between Lady Randolph and the Stranger, in the play of Douglas.

But the description of the death of Adeline may bear a comparison with that of Richardson's Clarissa, or Rousseau's Heloise. Her last letter to her mother, where she bequeaths her infant daughter to her care, must move every reader to tears who can melt at the recital of unmerited distress; and that to colonel Mordaunt, recanting her false principles, and strongly contending in favour of marriage for the sake of the children and their education, is an honourable proof of Mrs. Opie's powers of argument in the defence of the good old cause.

We shall conclude our observations on the present work, with an extract from the second volume, page 116, which we conceive to be a very beautiful specimen of Mrs. Opie's eloquent and interest ing flow of language. Mrs. Pemberton (the benevolent quaker) thus addresses Adeline; whom she had heard of in her days of innocence, and now met with in disgrace.

"And art thou," she cried "Adeline Mowbray? art thou hat courteous, blooming, blessed being, (for every tongue that I heard name thee blessed thee) whom I saw only three years ago bounding over thy native hills, all grace, and joy, and innocence?" Adeline tried to speak, but her voice failed her. "Art thou she,” continued Mrs. Pemberton, "whom I saw leaning from the window of her mother's mansion, and inquiring with the countenance of a pitying angel concerning the health of a wan labourer who limped past the door?" Adeline hid her face with her hands. Mrs. Pemberton went on in a lower tone of voice. "I came with some company to see thy mother's grounds; and to hear the nightingales in her groves; but" (here Mrs. Pemberton's voice faltered) "I have seen a sight far beyond that of the proudest mansion, said I to those who asked me of thy mother's seat; I have heard what was sweeter to my ear than the voice of the nightingale; I have seen a blooming girl, nursed in idleness and prosperity, yet active in the discharge of every christian duty; and I have heard her speak in the soothing accents of kindness and of pity, while her name was followed by blessings, and parents prayed to have a child like her. Oh! lost, unhappy girl! Such was Adeline Mowbray and often, very often, has thy graceful image recurred to my remembrance; but

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how art thou changed! Where is the open eye of happiness? where is the bloom that spoke a heart at peace with itself? I repeat it, and I repeat it with agony, Father of mercies! is this thy Adeline Mowbray?”

MISCELLANIES.

ART. 38.-The Triad: addressed to the People of the United Empire. In the Beginning of a Storm, the best Bower, Sheet, and Spare An chors, ahead. 8vo. Hatchard. 1804.

The contents of this volume, which are denominated Essays, metaphysical, political, and poetical,' are as unintelligible as the title given by this anonymous writer to his ridiculous pamphlet, which is a mere rhapsody of exclamations and interrogations. As a specimen of this gentleman's powers, metaphysical, political, and poetical,' we subjoin the following extracts:

If it is the soul which is to be condemned to endless misery, how bitterly will it reproach the wretched body which has brought it to the verge of that state, to whom it was given to enjoy social comfort, with intellectual delight, but whose base appetites repelled the struggles that it made for sovereignty!' 2. 9.

Speaking of the private character of our beloved sovereign, he says

What a pity that so many fine genii should have prostituted their pens to scurrility and obscenity in their grand master's service! Let me ask any dispassionate man, whether there exists a country, even in this age of regeneration, whose government would have allowed its chief magistrate's character to have been so publicly scrutinized, that when the envenomed serpent of satire could find no vulnerable part on which it might fix its sting, would be yet permitted to aspirate its hisses in impotent rage?" P. 24.

And shall that British warrior brave,

His woe-worn cheek the scald tears lave?
He dries them with his hand;

Ah! was it left him but to dry.
The anguish of a streaming eye?
The other sav'd the land.'

We can only say with Persius-Quis leget hæc?

ART. 39. An alphabetic Key to Propria que Maribus, Quæ Genus, and As in Præsenti; containing all the Examples declined and translated, with the Rules quoted under each, and numerical References to the Context. By J. Carey. 12mo. 2s. 6d. Longman. 1805.

The design of this little publication is to exercise young be ginners in the application of Lily's metrical rules. The design is answered by the execution of this trifling work; which we cannot praise for its utility, and which we are unwilling to censure, from its inclination to do good. It professes to alter and