She ambles prettily, I vow-
Aye-you are on the right horse now.
In namby-pamby verse,

Let Nurse*,

Teach ladies to their lords so dear,

"To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer."

But skittish politics, dear Billy, shun

For ever:

O! never

Be made again the wicked sport of fun."

If Mr. Roscoe will but hear advice, he will bid adieu to politics; and if he must write, ransack Italy for subjects. Before we extract the next ode, we must enter our protest against profane attacks upon sacred characters. Ludere cum sacris, is highly unbecoming a lyric poet; besides, if we once indulge in such a propensity, there is no saying where it may lead us ;poets who begin with a mere sprig of divinity may end with an archiepiscopal trunk.

"ODE to the Rev. DOCTOR R-ND-LPH of B**h.

"ARGUMENT. The poet evinceth his acquaintance with classical learning, and modestly extolleth Doctor R's excellence in letter writing-commendeth his topics and his style-condoleth on his banishment, and pathetically painteth his unhappy fate-describeth his disorder, and the mode of relief-commemorateth an immortal pair-pointeth out a noble subject for biography-hinteth at the effects of envy and spleen, in preventing preferment, and asketh a question well worthy the attention of our ecclesiastical eldersconcludeth with a hint.

"ODE.

"Ye antiquated Ciceros and Plinys

Ye Senecas, and such like pagan ninnies ;

All ye, who wrote so many silly letters,

"Hide your diminish'd heads" before your silly betters!

For epistolary writing,

Doctor R-nd-lph is the man!

Look at those of his inditing-t
Show his equal if you can.

"*"The Nurse," a poem, translated from the Italian of Tansiello, by Mr. W-ll-am R-sc-e.

"The Doctor, a very worthy man, tho' no conjuror, lately pubLished what he called "A Few Observations on the State of the Nation," addressed in a letter to the Duke of B-df-rd. It is thereia declared, that we are in the last stage of a mortal distemper, but ("laud we the Gods") the Doctor has a panacea in his pocket ;

Politics he sweetly blends

With his feelings for his friends;

To his dear country, and "dear Lord,"

He gives alternately a word;

Now mourns the one,-the other praises,

By turns our grief and wonder raises!
Then for a metaphor, I vow,

There never was his like 'till now.
In ev'ry page a new one rices,
And this delights, and that surprises;
From trope to trope still see him flying-
He cuts a dash, there's no denying;
Thro' sim'les thick and thin while hopping,
You'd think he ne'er intended stopping;
And, when he stops, you're sure to find
The lazy meaning lagging far behind.
"But ah! his sorrows who shall tell,
Exil'd from Ireland, lov'd so well!
Sent back to Bath--oh! what a pity-
Banish'd from Dublin's noble city.
Bath delights him now no more,—
E'en Laura* looks not as before ;-t

nothing less than the paying off the national debt by a general contribution, the same scheme proposed some years ago by the Bishop of Landaff. To this there can be but one possible objection-that the patient would inevitably be choked, in attempting to swallow the nostrum. Five hundred and fifty millions of money to be immediately raised! Bravo! The Doctor may well exclaim Euprxa :-if he can remove the debt in the way he speaks of, Archimedes was but a baby in comparison, who boasted that he could move our earth, if -he had another to put his foot upon. The Doctor very pathetically deplores the late change of ministry, particularly on account of poor dear Ireland, whither, it seems, he went as chaplain to the Duke; and if he and his Grace had stayed but a little longer, nobody can tell what good they might have done. An Irish bishopric might have chanced to have fallen vacant, and then " Nolo episcopari," construed according to the most approved version, and "Ego et Rex meus," I and my Lord Duke--Alas! good man, when all thy honours were a ripening, to come a nipping frost! S. S.

*Laura Chapel, where the reverend Doctor, by dint of good lungs and an animated gesticulation, used to preach his congregation into a heat, even in the depth of winter, and vigorously prevented their falling into the arms of Morpheus, notwithstanding the seductions of easy cushions and patent stoves. S. S.

"Our Poet here beautifully paraphrases the motto to the Doctor's Epistle-" Nam plerisque mutatis, ea quoque mutata videntur quæ "manent," which literally done into English, would run thus: "For the Ministry being changed, and my dear Lord' no longer

Her cushion now he coldly thumps,
And drawls his text out, in the dumps;—
No longer rouses with emotion

His hearers' hearts to warm devotion,
But leaves the stoves to fill each seat
With equable religious heat.

Thro' the Pump-room, lo! he wanders,
And on Dublin Castle ponders.
With step disorder'd see him walking,
With accents dismal hear him talking,
He lists the fiddles,—takes a glass
Of water, and then lets it pass;-
But nought his fond regrets can e'er abate,
Or soothe the sorrows of his hapless fate!
His soul, surcharg'd with "observation,"
Requires a quick evacuation ;-

His pen with ink and words runs o'er,➡
He fills a sheet, then calls for more;
Discharging from his aching head
All he has ever heard or read;

He twists, he turns, he strives, he strains,
To ease the load upon his brains;

Then in a flood of figures vents

On his " dear Lord" their whole contents!

The Duke and Doctor-worthy pair!

Our equal admiration share;

"Tis difficult to say which is,

Of the dear twain, the greatest quiz*.

"OR-nd-lph! fail not to record

Each deed and word of your " dear Lord;"
That at some future, distant day,

When Britain mourns him dead,
The world in wire-wove quarto may

Know all he did and said.

"Then will each reader, in amazement crost,

Exclaim-" Oh! what a statesman† there was lost!"

Lieutenant of Ireland, my prospects of preferment seem changed

also."

S. S.

* Vir bonus cst quis."

"His Grace's " Talents," as a Statesman, are, too well known to need illustration from my pen. Whether he be as excellent a judge of sheep and oxen as his late brother, I feel myself incompetent to decide. The Doctor's Epistle was written to him during a Tour in the Highlands, whither he went, I am informed, for the express purpose of having ocular demonstration of the mode of foddering cat tle, in use among that sharp-sighted people. Some persons have af fected surprise that the Doctor did not accompany his " dear Lord" in this excursion, as well as to Dublin. But they do not consider

While thou, a patriot true, shalt think with pain,
On such a patron ne'er to lock again,

It must, I'm sure, be envy's work, or spleen,
That thou, dear Doctor, art not yet a Dean:

And where, I beg to know, can our Church fish up
A Doctor fitter to be made a Bishop* ?

But if preferment's path you taket,

Dear Doctor take a hint

Long letters for your "dear Lord's" sake,
Still write-but do not printt.

This muse has a very uncivil memory; though, in good truth, if it be exercised only for the purpose of dissuading the elegant doctor from indulging himself in the epistolary theme, we shall

the difference of climate, and that the shrewd, biting air of the Highlands, where there is not a single deanery or episcopal palace to shelter one from the inclement weather, might very ill have agreed with the reverend Chaplain's constitution. Let us be thankful that the Duke took so far a journey, in order to enable the Doctor to write so long a letter; and that, while his Grace was making profound observations on the agriculture of the Hebrides, his chaplain was making observations no less profound on the politics of Europe. S. S.

"*t was said by Bishop Warburton of Dean Tucker, that he was too good a Politician to make a good Divine. Doctor R.nd-lph need fear no such rebuke from the Bishop of Bath and Wells; his Epistle is a satisfactory proof that he is laudably ignorant on all those topics that come not within the province of a Doctor of Divinity. S.S.

"Since writing a preceding note, I have been told by those who know the Doctor best, that no member of the Established Church can have a more constitutional antipathy than he has to a mitre and lawn sleeves; and that, were he obliged, in deference to higher authority, to accept them, the melancholy consequence would probably be, an inquest of felo de se, or non compos. Of this temperament were many holy men among the primitive Christians. Socrates, the ecclesiastical historian, relates that Evagrius ran away for fear of a bishopric, and that Ammonius cut off one of his ears to render himself incapable of it. H. E. l. iv. c. 23. At the present day, it might perhaps sound rather oddly, to read in the B-th paper, that "Un last, the Reverend Doctor R was found by one of the ver gers, hanging from the Episcopal stall of Cathedral. The "cause of the rash act is said to have been a Conge d'Elire lately is**sued." S. S.

-

"Perhaps our Poet's advice may not be much amiss. If I remember right, this is the Doctor's second exploit in the epistolary line. Has he forgotten the old saying?

Tempora mutantur

-litera scripta manet.

S. S.

not wish to impose a curb on it. Never surely was a man so unfortunate in his letters, at this Bath Theologian;-the Princess of Wales's letters returned by a stage coach, to fall into Lady Jersey's hands!! But we will forbear, in the hope that the Doctor will write no more letters. As a parting admonition, we will observe, that a non-resident clergyman should be cautious in his pulpit Philippics on non-residence-that a bencficed clergyman in the country should not pass one half of the year in frequenting places of fashionable resort, or in great towns; and that a good parish priest is a much more res pectable character than any popular preacher.

Hints on the Economy of feeding Stuck, and bettering the Condition of the Poor. By J. C. Curwen, Esq. M. P. of Workington-Hall, Cumberland. P. 382, 8vo, with five plates, 10s. Crosby and Co. London; Jollie, Hodgson, Carlisle; Bowness, Workington, &c. 1808.

THE late injudicious efforts of the agriculturists, to resist the sugar distiliation, have excited serious reflections, which are highly disadvantageous to their character. If men are so ignorant or so weak as not to see the propriety of such a measure at the present period, or if they are servile and mean enough to flatter the worst passions of their constituents, at the expense of their own judgment and integrity, they must naturally expect to sink under the contempt of the better part of their countrymen. As legislators, their conduct was in the highest degree culpable and unworthy of independent Englishmen ; as agriculturists, it evinced want of foresight, and illiberal selfishness; and as men it was equally unjust, irrational, and inhuman. What confidence, it will be asked, can the public now place in the statements of a Young, Sinclair, and others, after witnessing the absurdity of their calculations of the value of flour during the last summer? Certainly not less than they deserve. We trust, therefore, that such a signal exposure will teach the more enlightened agriculturists to beware of such delusions in future, and that they will again bear in mind, that all such sinister efforts not only degrade themselves, but do an incalculable injury to the very cause which they mean to support. Such works, however, as the interesting volume before us, will contribute to rescue, at least, some of the professors of agriculture from any permanent reproach, provided they do not interfere with party politics.

Mr. Curwen, with equal propriety and truth, dedicates this collection of his various communications to the Board of Agriculture, or Prize Essays on the Economical Feeding of Horses