THE approbation which has been bestowed on the Latin Dialeffaron has induced Mr. Thirlwall to prefent it in an English drefs.

"It is a tranflation of the Diatef faron lately published by the Rev. J. White, S. T. P. Profetior of Arabic in the University of Oxford. On the diftinguished merits of the defign and execution of his work, it does not become me to enlarge, after the honourable teftimonies it has received from the Univerfities, the most eminent Divines, and its general adoption in refpe&table feminaries of education. How far the hiftory of our Lord, if executed with care and diligence, upon this plan, in our vernacular tongue, may promote the interefts of religion, and be read with advantage in families and schools, is with deference fubmitted to the judgment and experience of parents and inftructors of youth." (Pref. p. v.)

"It has occurred that it would be a material improvement of the work to fubjoin a few notes, with a view to explain the moft diflicult paffages. In thefe I have confulted brevity and precifion. Upon the merit and ufefulness of the felection it does not become me to offer an opinion; thus far, however, I may venture to obferve, the profound fcholar and faftidious critic will find but little gratification. The notes are intended for the inftruction of a different clafs, have been drawn from the not approved authorities, and adopted only after the moft attentive and mature confideration. I have been in duced by the fame motive of utility to bridge from Dr. Percy's Key to the New Tefiament, and prefix, by way of introduction, a brief account of the foar Evangelifts and the different fects which are mentioned in the following

* Reviewed in our vol. LXXIII. p. 253. + This word is horrowed from the Greek & I [Event], and in its prefent application imports the history of our Lord, compiled from the fom Gofpels.

hiftory. The fcheme of the Gospels is principally borrowed from the Elements of Chriftian Theology, by the Bishop of Lincoln. To this are added, a map of the Holy Land, and a table of contents. At the end is given an index of references to thofe paffages of the gofpels which compofe the Harmony. The minute accuracy, patient refearch, and correct judgment of the learned Profeffor have left but little room for improvement. The paffages which are interwoven in the text, with a view to heighten the interest of the hiftory, are to few, and comparatively unimportant, that to dwell on them might perhaps fubject me to the charge of affuming a province to which they allow no pretenfions." (pp. viii. ix.)

"I fhould reproach myfelf with great ingratitude, were I to conclude without acknowledging my obligations, on the prefent, as well as on a former occafion, to the Rev. E. Robfon, M.A. curate of Whitechapel, who to a found knowledge of the Scriptures, and a zealous regard for the advancement of true religion, unites fuperior talents and the most ready difpofition to im part the benefit of them." (p. x.)

32. Practical Arithmetic, or the Definitions and Rules in whole Numbers, Fractions, Vulgar and Decimal, exemplified by a large Collection of Questions relating to Bufinefs; including Rules and Examples of Mental Calculations, and Abbreviations in moft Parts of Arithmetic: the able combining Theory with Practice. With Notes. Adapted to the Use of young Ladies as well as young Gentlemen. By J. Richards.

THIS new fyftem of "Practical Arithmetic" will be found extremely ufeful to the young ftudent; as there are evidently improvements in moft of the Rules Once a week, we are informed, Mr. R. gives his fenior clafs a lellon on mental calculations; and their accuracy and expedition in this mode of calculating fully anfwers his moft fanguine withes. Mental Arithmetic undoubtedly tends to preferve the understanding of youth from'implicit belief, and to invigorate its powers.

INDEX INDICATORIUS. We are obliged to an OX NIAN for pointing our to us what we hat ove looked, that two of the Letters of Mr. ADDISON, vel. LXXIII. p. 621, had already been given in our vol. LVI. p. 91.-This gentleman, however, mistakes in his anticip tion; and it would not have ill become him to have written with a little more decency.

THE following verfes, by the late Horace Walpole, have, we believe, never been circulated but among the Author's moft intimate friends.

BISHOP BONNER'S GHOST.

THE ARGUMENT.

In the Gardens of the Palace at Fulham is a dark recefs: at the end of this ftands a chair which once belonged to Bishop Bonner. A certain Bishop of London, more than 200 years after the death of the aforefaid Bonner, juft as the clock of the Gothic chapel had ftruck fix, undertook to cut with his own hand a narrow walk through this thicket, which is fince called the MONK'S WALK. He had no fooner began to clear the way, than, lo! fuddenly. up started from the chair the ghoft of Bfhop Bonner, who in a tone of just and bitter indignation uttered the following

verfes.

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Reformer, hold! ah, fpare my shade,
Refpect the hallow'd dead;
Vain prayer! I fee the op'ning glade,
See utter darkness fled.

Juft fo your innovating hand

Let in the moral light;

So, chas'd from this bewilder'd land,
Fled intellectual night.

Where now that holy gloom which hid

Fair truth from vulgar ken? Where now that wifdom which forbid

To think that monks were men? The tangled mazes of the fchools,

Which spread fo thick before, Which knaves entwin'd to puzzle fools, Shall catch mankind no more. Thefe charming intricacies, where? Thefe venerable lies,

Thefe legends once the Church's care,
Thefe fweet perp'exit:es ?

Oh, fatal age, when fons combin'd
Of credit to exhauft us;
Ah, fatal age, which gave mankind
A Luther and a Fauftus!
Had only Jack and Martin liv'd,
Our power had flowly filed;
Our influence longer had furviv'd,
Had laymen never read.

For knowledge flew like magic fpell,
By typographic art;

Oh, fhame a peasant now can tell,
If priests the truth impart.
Ye councils, pilgrimages, creeds,
Synods, decrees, and rules,
The warrants of unholy deeds,
Indulgencies, and bulls !

Where are ye now? and where, alas!
The pardons we difpenfe,

And penances the sponge of fins,
And Peter's holy pence?

Where now the heads which used to swell Lean Virtue's fpare amount?

Here only Faith and Goodness fill

A Heretic's account.

But foft, what gracious form appears ?
Is this a convent's life?
Atrocious fight! by all my fears,

A prelate with a wife.
Ah, fainted Mary, not for this,
Our pious labours join'd,
The witcheries of domeftic blis

Had thook e'en Gardiner's mind.
Hence all the finful human ties

Which mar the cloister's plan,
Hence all the weak fond charities

Which make man feel for man.
But tortur'd memory vainly fpeaks
The projects we defign'd,
While this apoftate Bishop feeks

The freedom of mankind.
Oh! born in ev'ry thing to shake
The fyftems plann'd by me,

So heterodox that he would make
Both foul and body free,

Nor clime nor colour flays his hand,

With charity deprav'd,

He would from Thames to Gambia's ftrand Have all be free and fav'd.

And who shall change his wayward heart,
His wilful fpirit turn?

For thofe his labours can't convert,
His weakness will not burn.

A GOOD OLD PAPIST.
Anno Dom. 1900.

To a Daughter, on ber returning from School
February 7, 1804, by J. BUDWORTH, Esq..

THE GEM.

TIRTUE, my EMMA, is a Gem;

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The Mind's pellucid diadem;
To fellow-mortals kindly giv'n,
A fin etaite, and a type, of Heav'n.

Pure and white as mountain fnow,
That hurries to the vales below;
Yet genial as the glorious Sun,
Which makes it unpolluted run

And fometimes as the Rambler flows,
Her carelefs courfe difcolour'd grows:
So in the mind, dark clouds arife,
And God's emanant gifts difgnife.

But Virtue that hath taken root,
Tears from the mind each wayward shoot;
And, like a ftream through flow'ry meads,
Gives beauty to the bounds she feeds.

THE CONSOLATION. Addreffed to a Friend at Epfom, in Surry, on the Loss of an only Son, who died in the West Indies, the laft Survivor of br. Family.

HAD Time,

[day,

And view the events of many a future

* See our vol. LXV. p. 60. EDIT.

How

Deep on my bofom I'll the transport place, While each dear moment fhall full che

rish'd be, [trace For Mem'ry bright with pencil bland shall Each kind idea that recoils to thee. For, howfoe'er my eircling life may glide, Be it by Fate's all-darkling fhades o'erspread,

Whether I fail on Blifs's gentle tide, Or Woe's thorn'd chaplet may furround my head,

On this blefs'd day all-cheerful I'll rejoice, Nor to dull Care one fingle thought confign, [choice, So thou but make the Poet's ftrain thy His ev'ry with and pleasure shall he thine. Liverpool, Nov. 24, 1803. J— B—13.

sky;

Nor Time relentless, with his with'ring wing, [brow, Nor Sorrow's felf fhould fix upon thy Health, all enchanting, fhould her roles Aling [as now. Around thy path, and bid them bloom Hope, on whofe face fits each benignant fmile, [vale of tears; Peaceful fhould lead thee through bfe's Should ev'ry cafe, and ev'ry ill beguile, And thine a rainbow on thy future years. Fair Virtue, too, her friendly aid fhould lend To quell each thought that fires the paffion'd heart; [fhould attend, Prudence, chafte nymph, thy footsteps And mild contentment to thy breaft impart.

'Tis thus thy hours fhould calraly fteal along, Mild as the breezes of a Summer's moin, Which ruftle light the bloffom'd bow'rs among,

Orm it o'er the dew-befpangled thorn. May then the wishes, which herewith I

fing,

But be in Truth's unfullied Mirror fhone! May Joy her flow'rets from Elyfium bring, Aid Heav'n, in love, but choose thee for its own!

While fashions vary, and while empires

fall;

[vere,

Still we the day which gave thee birth reAnd round thy table join the festive call. There may'st thou oft, encircled by thy [ters, dine; Thy worthy fons, and beauteous daughThose emulate thy wisdom, which transcends; Thefe add thy virtues to their charms di

friends,

vine.

With health and independence be thy days
Attended here, and every comfort given;
Long life, and all that earthly beings praife;
The care of Angels, and the joy of
Heaven.
[thee,
Thy children's children, be they blefs'd like
With minds fuperior, and benignity.
Devonshire, Jan. 31.

H.

The fpoils of her halm-dropping trees: Though flow'rs in our valley are faded, Since Job is repos'd in his fleep; Though virginal faces are shaded,

To flumber, to wake, and to weep;
Though Egypt and Mecca's dominions.
In abfolute ravage prevail,
Our Bees on their fine little, pinions,

As veffels in ether shall fail;
Then why should our fancies be gloomy,
Since glooms may be follow'd by gleams?
They'll rifle the fweets of Idume,

And pour them in purify'd ftreams.
Thus, gratefully joyous, we glory
In thefe vivid armies of air,
That tell ev'ry blossom their story,
And bring us a balm for despair.

Secure

Secure in these redolent mountains

They flutter where angels have trod, Where faints and their fons by the fountains Held converse,in thought, with their God. Farewell to each beauty fecluded,

Near Marmora's blue-tombling waves; By power, or by passion deluded,

To fhine in a Haram of flaves, Irine, nor Ancaradela,

In Ottoman raptures had reft; Though finging like fweet Philomela,

They fing with a thorn at their breaft. May thy vaunted gold, O Baccára;

And Samarcand, thy pearly bow'rs
Be tofs'd in the forms of Zaára,

Nor fadden one bofom of ours.
In these precious paufes from danger,
Each traveller kindly we greet,
And tell the benevolent stranger,
Compaffion will always be fweet.
See yon duty clouds from Medina,

Announce the approaches of gold;
The camels are weary from China,

To bear what will neve he fold.
Retirement with reace is a treasure,
Without it, a palace is vain;
An hour is a minute in pleasure,
A minute an hour is in pain.
Then rove, my dear Bees to Rofetta,

Beyond the grand streams of the Nile, And whisper, from Alexandretta,

That Britain affords us a fmile;
Her fleets, like the cherubs, redundant,
In glory expand their gay wings;
Her people in justice abund int,
Exulting, triumphantly fings.

For fee the colour change; fee time destroy, Once more the lovely girl, the rosy boy, Love's purple light defert the languid eye, And beauty's rofeat colours quickly fly i See the ftern hero lose his eye of fire, And all the fage's rev'rend form retire! Though just proportion mark each flowing line,

Though all the graces own the fair defign, Yet from the canvas fhall each charm de part:

So ftrong is genius, and fo frail is art!

Where now the fruit, fo fwelling on the fight,

That Ropp'd the winged fongfter in hisflight? The curtain, that with finish'd grace pour tray'd,

All the rich fubtleties of art convey'd?
The trembling virgin,and her breast of snow,
And the wild parent fpeechlefs in his woe?
Th' unrival'd fair, who, as of heav'nly
[flime?

name,

Warm'd every heart, and fet the world on
The captive maid,who foil'd the painter's art,
And fix'd her lovely picture on his heart è
All, all are fied! and as the painter dies,
So the bright colour from the canvas fies;
Vanish'd each form; and ev'ry fair defign
Lives but in numbers, or adorns a coin.

Hence, fhould the fifter arts in union move The fame their honours, and the fame their love.

Each fee,and feel, as though the Gods inspire, And give to mortals their immortal fire ; Through air, and earth, and fea, together [change;

range,

Mark Nature's fteadieft forms, and wildeft Extend to future days each glorious name, And giving fame to others, challenge fame; And, while the painter gives the feature strong,

The poet lifts the painter in his fong.

reign,

Thus WALLER fung in CHARLES's merry [train, And VANDYCK's name adorn'd the courtly With ready fkill he trac'd the pencil'd face, And from the painter ftole poetic grace, And thus enliven'd by the Mufes ray, The critic poet* pour'd his laureat day; And as the royal hero rofe to view, He fung the hero, and the painter too. His lyre the tuneful POPE TO JERVAS trung, And as the Painter felt, the Poet fung. Each ftruck the chord, that rul'd the other's