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clearly discriminating between the parental authority of God as:
face. The origin which he assigns those sophisticated parts,
s! &mb Ibbaiaw, signifies “ other Jews,” xenwaričaci is taken as an active verb, and EGiovatoi consequently as a noun in the accusative. If this improvement, however, has not the authority of the Greek, it possesses at least that of the Latin, if the old version of Gelenius be taken as authority; “ et Ebionati dicuntur a ceteris Judaeis, qui Jesum pro Christo receperunt :” where xongarićeat is, however, properly rendered “dicuntur.” Conf. Orig. Tom. I. p. 385. n. f. ed. Bened. On confronting the original Latin with the following English version, which has been already noticed, (supr. p. 847) we are at a loss whether to admire more, the accuracy or homesty of the translator; “In
the days of Tiberius Caesar many impieties were perpetrated not
in Judea only; even in Rome the city of royalty many impieties were perpetrated.” P. 106. “ In diebus Tiberii Caesaris hon tantum in Judaea tales factae sunt stultitiae, sed et Romae, et in omnibus terris dominii ejus fecerunt stultitias majores, quam stultissimi ex populis.” We pass over the absurdity of making Josippon term “Rome, the city of royalty” while Jerusalem was standing; the grammatical skill by which that meaning is extracted from the words “ Romas—in omnibus terris dominii ejus” rather induces us to suspect, that “dominii” has been taken in a sense and construction, which may be easily discovered from the translation. . With this remark we commit the vile work before us, to that obscurity in which it has long lain; and in which it should have continued for us, had it not been for the unwise zeal of its be. sotted admirers. The author, whose pretensions we have by this time fully exposed, is, as it appears, a person of some celebrity, in the estimation of the sect of which he is a minister. By enrolling his volume in the “Catalogue of Books distributed by the Unitarian Society for promoting Christian Knowledge and the Practice of Virtue,” they have imposed the duty on us of furnishing the bane with its antidote. While we are curious to ascertain the sense, of the reverend conclave who aim at this object by such means, on the best method of propagating irreligion and the practice of vice; we venture to believe that we have already taken one effectual step towards frustrating their success in their infamous endeavours. We are indeed grossly deceived in their characters, if for the future, they prove not more shy, in committing themselves, with another blundering advocate; if, even at present, they do not heartily rue the hour, in which they incautiously exposed their own preten'sions to learning and sense, by making a common cause, with the wretched dunce, who has drawn down our animadversion.
RT. II. The Cadet; a Poem, in Sir Parts : containing Remarks on British India. To which is added, Egbert and Amelia ; in Four Parts: with other Poems. By a late' : Resident in the East. In Two Volumes. Small 8vo, pp. 463. , Jennings. 1814. -
THIS title page is what, in the jargon of his country, an American would denominate a lengthy one; and it is but too
ominous of the book itself. The sight of two closely printed,
volumes of verses is, indeed, always enough to make the critic,
who has to review them, feel a sort of shudder; and it is not often that, in the perusal of them, he receives any indemnification for his preliminary fears. On the present occasion, we have suffered that which seems to be the common lot of our fratermity; namely, apprehensions, too well justified by the event. The preface to these volumes does not afford much ground for hope, either in its style, or its tenor. The author is “a very young man,” and when the poems were composed, “ was still a minor.” This excuse, which has been offered at least a million of times before, may, and in fact ought to gain pardon for an exuberance of imagination, and an unformed taste, but it only renders more heinous the terrible sin of dulness. What is to be expected from the frost of age, when even the fire of youth fails to produce the signs of vigour. The writer appears, in reality, to be visited by heavy forebodings. His book, he Says,
“ May possibly drop from the press, with many others, which fame shall reject as unworthy; and may be doomed, with them, to sail down the daily current of chance, until, pelted at by the swarms from the critic hive, it may miss the haven of popularity.; and overwhelmed at length, by the blustering squalls of splenetic censure, sink never to rise again.” - - - - - * *
We cannot say that we greatly admire either the figurative language or the style of this sentence, and we can laugh, with infinite good humour, at the hackneyed accusation which it makes against the candour of critics; but we must own that in one point the author is tolerably right, and that it is highly possible that same will act in the manner which he anticipates. Besides, the modern practice of beginning with an attack on critics, is almost always indicative of, and prompted by, an awkward and unwilling 'consciousness of demerit. “Sure you don't suspect me of having robbed you?” has betrayed the guilt of more than one rogue who was not previously suspected.
The Cadet, be it known, is a poem, in six parts, filling almost a hundred and sixty pages, and consisting, we imagine, of nearly four thousand lines. “Too much of a good, thing,” says the old adage: what then must we say of a bad one | The first part. is chiefly employed in repeating over and over again certain complaints against the climate of India, and against other disagreeable circumstances, among which the crows and the want of verdure come in for their full share of censure. “ Mournful my theme, and dull the task assigned,” exclaims the author, and sooth to say, he adapts the style to the subject, and is as dull as heart can desire. Against “ hamper’d etiquette” he glows with a manly rage, and labours hard to render it as hateful as possible. -
“The Colonel’s wife (says he) demands the highest place,
Frequent you'll hear the Major’s lady cry, o
• Pray who taught you to hold your head so high.” ‘’
. . . . A Captain’s wife to give herself such airs — . . . . “I’ll tell the Major, when he comes up stairs.” . .
Then o'er the boards she takes a lengthened stride,
After a good deal more of the same sort, he remembers that his subject is The Cadet, and that the Cadet is not yet embarked. Accordingly, he puts his hero on ship-board, and proceeds to bewail his luckless fate, in being exposed to the rudeness of the commander of the vessel; an evil which, when it happens, is, we suspect, shared with the Cadet by the rest of the passengers. , - : The second part is opened by a heavy lamentation over his own mischance, in having been sent to India, and consequently torn from those friends whom “affection solder'd to his breast.” His sorrow for the loss of his father does more credit to his heart, than his manner of expressing it does to his head; and now that we are on this subject; it is merely justice to say, that he seems to be a good-natured and well-intentioned young man. The troubles of the Cadet soon come thick upon him. He is marched up to the Cadet establishment, under the care of a serjeant, and is under the hard necessity of submitting to the iutolerable drudgery of being drilled for six months:
“Four dreary hours paraded every day,
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