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οἱ ἀπὸ Ιεδαίων, signifies " other Jews,” χρηματίζωσι is taken as an active verb, and Ecovator consequently as a noun in the accusative. If this improvement, however, has not the autho rity of the Greek, it possesses at least that of the Latin, if the old version of Gelenius be taken as authority; "et Ebionai dicuntur a ceteris Judæis, qui Jesum pro Christo receperunt:" where xenuaticus 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. 347) we are at a loss whether to admire more, the accuracy or honesty of the translator; " In the days of Tiberius Cæsar many impieties were perpetrated not in Judea only; even in Rome the city of royalty many impie ties were perpetrated." P. 106. "In diebus Tiberii Cæsaris Hon tantum in Judæa tales factæ sunt stultitiæ, sed et Romæ, 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 "Roma-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 distri buted 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 pretensions to learning and sense, by making a common cause, with the wretched dunce, who has drawn down our animadversion.

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ART. II. The Cadet; a Poem, in Six 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 Svo. 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 fraternity; 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 fame 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.

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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.

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"The Colonel's wife (says he) demands the highest place," And those less great must bear unjust disgrace.

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Frequent you'll hear the Major's lady cry,

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,
And seats her down on Madam's dexter side-
Here, like unkennelled dogs, the women pother,
Growl, shew their teeth, and snarl upon each other."

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 subinitting to the intolerable drudgery of being drilled for six months:

"Four dreary hours paraded every day,
And with no other choice than to obey."

In addition to this, he is obliged to tell his age, and to give in an account of his property; is directed how to spend it; compelled to go to school; ordered to keep on constantly his belt and bayonet; and forbidden to buy superfluous food, or to dine from his mess, he must have no jolly parties, and, moreover, even on Sundays, he must be in his tent by nine o'clock.

"Such as, without a murmur, prompt obey,
Nor from these orders turn their minds away,
Are well rewarded; for, wedg'd side by side,
In one-horse chay with Captain QUIRK they ride."

It is absolutely a shame, tis pitiful, tis wondrous pitiful, that a high spirited youth should be thus restrained by the shackles of discipline and decorum; and we seriously recommerid it to the Directors to allow the Cadets to drink, to stray about, and in short to do just as they please; as there can be no doubt that the adoption of such a system would be productive of consequences as beneficial to the British authority in Hindostan, as to the Cadets themselves.

In part the third, I by myself I, monopolizes the major portion of the song; and here we find the best, or rather the least bad lines in the poem, and are pleased with the sentiments which they express. But, whenever the author gets back to the Cadet, he drops, past all sounding line, into the gulph of dulness. He cannot bear the idea of controul, and indignantly asks,

"Don't harmless worms, which after death despoil

The mortal relic, trodden on, recoil?”

And a few pages further on, he tells the hapless tribe, of which he sings

"Ye taste the mingled chalice of distress;

Are placed beneath the guidance of a man;

Form'd, one would deem, by Nature's journeyman :

If it be not, at least it may be So,

Ye're given to taste of many a minor woe."

The remainder of this part, or canto, is a comment on this K may be," and from it we extract the valuable information that "Few, I can boldly venture to aver,

Live more dependent than an officer."

Part the fourth tells us, that persons in India may probably be robbed, and likewise sent to prison for debt. These two misfortunes do, and, we fear, not unusually, happen in other countries; even in England itself. With respect to jails and their

inhabitants.

inhabitants, the author has been fortunate enough to make some discoveries. He is "fully persuaded that criminals in gaols frequently commit excesses of all kinds;" he "fancies that a prison is but too often a dangerous school for every kind of profligacy;" he really believes the gaol to be exempt from no kind of vice that is practised among mankind; and has "no doubt that many horrible circumstances have place in a gaol, which are never heard of beyond its confines." Surely, every reader must exclaim, "O wise young judge! A second Daniel come to judgment !" And yet, after all, we have some idea that these discoveries might have been made without a four years residence in India. A display of the miserable consequences of drunkenness, a severe censure of the British female emigrants to Hindostan, and a little abuse of the Hindoos, wind up part the fourth. Among other enormities, of the same kind, of which an Indian Devotee is guilty, we are assured that

"Frequent he cuts his throat in reason's spite,

Where, sacred chance, two confluent streams unite.”

In Part the fifth, he embattles, in formidable array, every cir cumstance which can tend to excité a horror of India. Among these are bloody-minded and torturing pirates, superstitious self-tormenting Fakeers, dancing prostitutes, carrion-eating crows and ravens, and a variety of other nuisances and plagues. But Famine is the prominent figure in the groupe, and his personification of this tremendous fiend is such a master-piece in its way, that it would be cruelty to our readers to deny them the pleasure of beholding it presented to their view in all its poetical deformity.

"Picture the monster,-from Tartarean lakes,-
Her squalid brows o'erhung with hissing snakes;
Her sunken jaws with fangs of rusty steel,
Arm'd on each side, like spokes of waggon wheel;
Her sallow cheeks, with bones that seem to rise,
To form a hollow for her gleaming eyes;
Her nostrils open wide, in vengeful mood,
Discharge black smoke and gouts of clotted blood:
Her brows, deep furrow'd, tortur'd to a scowl,
Shap'd like the forehead of a monstrous owl;
Her ears hang pendant, like uncurried hides,
And part conceal her lank and bony sides:
As clearest crystal balls, of mighty size,
Glare, gashly luminous, her gorgon eyes;
Her carrion lips, with maggots pregnant, seem
Like muddy banks, min'd under by the stream;
Her breasts resemble bladders void of wind,

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