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original work; but here it can be ma safety, as every poem in the followinccolt would singly have procured an authe: putation.
They are divided into Devotional, Mo. Entertaining, thus comprehending the thr duties of life ; that which we owe to C our neighbour, and to ourselves.
In the first part, it must be confeffe English poets have not very much excell that department, namely, the praise of o. ker, by which poetry began, and from v deviated by time, we are most faultily di There are one or two, howevers: particuli Deity, by:Mi: Boyse; *a .potem, when came out, that lay:for: Come time neglect:
, introduced to public voice by Mr. Her Mr. Fielding. :: In: it ichė: reader will / many striking pictures, and perhaps glow part of that gratitude which seems to hi spired the writer.
In the moral part I am more copious the same reason, because our language c a large number of the kind. Voltaire,
of our poets gives them the preference in moral pieces to the of any other nation; and indeed no poets h better settled the bounds of duty, or more precisely determined the rules for conduet in life than ours. In this department the fair reader will find the muse has been sollicitous to guide her, not with the allurements of a syren, but the integrity of a friend.
In the entertaining part my greatest difficulty was what to reject. The materials lay in such plenty, that I was bewildered in my choice; in this case then I was solely determined by the tendency of the poem; and where I found one, however well executed, that seemed in the least tending to distort the judgment, or infiame the imagination, it was excluded without mercy. I have here and there indeed, when one of particular beauty of cred with a few blemishes, lopt off the defects, and thus, like the tyrant, who fitted all strangers to the bed he had prepared for them, I have inserted some, by first adapting thein to my plan; we only differ in this, that he mutilated with a bad design, I from motives of a contrary nature,
It will be easier to condemn a compilation of this kind, than to prove its inutility. While young ladies are readers, and while their guardians are sollicitous that they shall only read the best books, there can be no danger of a work of this kind's being disagreeable. It offers, in a very small compass, the very flower of our poetry, and that of a kind adapted to the sex supposed to be its readers. Poetry is an art, which no young lady can, or ought to be wholly ignorant of. The pleasure which it gives, and indeed the ne. cellity of knowing enough of it to mix in modern conversation, will evince the usefulness of my design; which is to supply the highest and the most innocent entertainment at the smallest expence; as the poems in this collection, if fold singly, would amount to ten times the price of what I am able to afford the present.
* The Day of Judgment, by Mr. Ogilvie
Hymen and Death
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