The Monthly Review, Or, Literary Journal, 32. köide
A monthly book announcement and review journal. Considered to be the first periodical in England to offer reviews. In each issue the longer reviews are in the front section followed by short reviews of lesser works. It featured the novelist and poet Oliver Goldsmith as an early contributor. Griffiths himself, and likely his wife Isabella Griffiths, contributed review articles to the periodical. Later contributors included Dr. Charles Burney, John Cleland, Theophilus Cibber, James Grainger, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Elizabeth Moody, and Tobias Smollet.
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Page 49 - The naked negro, panting at the line Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Page 50 - ... nation knows. In florid beauty groves and fields appear, Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Contrasted faults through all his manners reign; Though poor, luxurious; though submissive, vain; Though grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet untrue ; And even in penance planning sins anew.
Page 134 - ... all, so fitted to rob my uncle Toby of his repose, as the very eye, at which he was looking it was not, Madam, a rolling eye a romping or a wanton one nor was it an eye sparkling...
Page 48 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 8 - NOW when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem. 2 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.
Page 129 - That of all the several ways of beginning a book which are now in practice throughout the known world, I am confident my own way of doing it is the best I'm sure it is the most religious for I begin with writing the first sentence and trusting to Almighty God for the second.
Page 41 - Dear Robin, beware of men ; look up to the Lord. Let Him be free to speak and command in thy heart. Take heed of the things I fear thou hast reasoned thyself into ; and thou shalt be able through Him, without consulting flesh and blood, to do valiantly for Him and His people.
Page 52 - Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.
Page 133 - I know not what, has got into this eye of mine— do look into it— it is not in the white— In saying which, Mrs. Wadman edged herself close in beside my uncle Toby, and squeezing herself down upon the corner of his bench, she gave him an opportunity of doing it without rising up— Do look into it— said she.
Page 200 - Come to me again the third day. And the king answered the people roughly, and forsook the old men's counsel that they gave him ; and spake to them after the counsel of the young men, saying, My father made your yoke heavy...