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Should dread no blame but that which crimes impart,
The censures of a self-condemning heart.
Heaven's minist’ring angel! The should seek the cell
Where modeit want and silent anguish dwell;
Raise the weak head, sustain the feeble knees,
Cheer the cold heart, and chaie the dire disease;
The splendid deeds which only seek a name,
Are paid their just reward, in present fame.
But know-the awful all-disclosing day,
The long arrear of secret worth shall pay;
Applauding saints shall hear with fond regard,

And he who witness'd kere-all there reward." A performance of this kind, at the tender age of eighteen, promised much, nor have the public been difappointed. Many pieces have proceeded from her pen, both in prose and poetry, all of which have been honoured with warm commendations.

She has produced three tragedies, Percy, Futal Falsehood, and the Infiexible Captive, founded on the story of Regulus, in the Roman history. The two former were performed at Covent Garden. They all contain beautiful sentiments and excellent morality. Sir Eldred of the Bower, and the Bleeding Rock, two legendary tales-Ode to Dragon-Florio and the Bas Bleu, cogether with Slavery, a poem, are possessed of merit, and may be read with plealure and improvement. Her prose works consist of Efays for Young Ladies, Thoughts on the Importance of the Manners of the Great-An Estimate of the Religion of the Fashionable World--Remarks upon the Speech of Mr. DupontVillage Politics, by Will Chip, and Strictures on Female Education. In each of these we might point out many admirable paragraphs, happily expressed, and calculated to serve the best intereits of mankind. They have undergone several editions, and are entitled, both from their design and execution, to a very considerable degree of approbation,



Nor must we forget to mention her Sacred Dramas, a charming work, and the most popular of all her productions. They are inscribed to the Dutchess of Beaufort, and are adapted to benefit effentially the rising generation. They contain Mofes in the Bulrushes, David and Goliah, Béljhazzar, and Daniel, to which are added Reflections of King Hezekiah, and an exqui

poem on Sensibility. In David and Goliah occurs the following fine passage on WAR:

O War! what art thou;
After the brightest conquest what remains
Of all thy glories ! For the vanquish'd, chains!
For the proud victor, what? Alas! to reign
O'er desolated nations! a drear waste
By one man's crime, by one man's luft of pow'r
Unpeopl’d! naked plains and iavag'd fields
Succeed to smiling harvests, and the fruits
Of peaceful olive, luscious fig and vine !
Here rifled temples are the cavern’d dens
Of lavage beasts, or haunt of birds obscene ;
There pop’lous cities blacken in the sun,
And in the gen'ral wreck proud palaces
Lie undistinguish’d, save by the dun smoke
Of recent conflagration. When the song
Of dcar bought joy, with many a triumph (well’d,
Salutes the victor's ear and fooths his pride!
How is the grateful harmony prophan'd
With the sad diffonance of virgin cries,
Who mourn their brothers Nain! of matrons hoar,
Who clasp their wither'd hands, and fondly ask,
With iteration thrill, their slaughter'd sons !
How is the laurel's verdure stain’d with blood,
And soil'd with widows' tears!

The poem, Sensibility, is enriched with many beautifut passages, and discovers a truly feeling heart. The following lines cannot be read without sensible emotions of pleasure :

Let not the vulgar read this penfive strain,
Their jefts the tender anguish would propliane;
Yet these fome deem the happiest of their kind,
Whose low enjoymenits never reach'd the mind ;
Who ne'er a pain, but for themselves have known,
Nor ever felt a forrow but their own ;
Who call romantic ev'ry finer thought,
Conceiv'd by pity, or by friendship wrought.
Ah! wherefore happy where's the kindred mind!
Where the large soul that takes in human kind?
Where the beft paflions of the mortal breast?
Where the warm blessing when another's bleit?
Where the soft lenitives of other's pain,
'The social sympathy, the sense humane?
The figh of rapture, and the tear of joy,
Anguilh that charms and transports that destroy ?
For render sorrow has her pleasures too,
Pleasures which prosperous dullness never know;
She never knew in all her coarser bliss,
The sacred rapture of a pain like this !
Nor think thc cautious only are the just,
Who never was deceiv'd I would not truit.
Then take, ye happy vulgar ! take your part
Of sordid joy, which never touch'd the heart.
Benevolence, which seldom fays to chuse,
Left pausing prudence teach her to refuse;
Friendship, which once determin’d, never swerves,
Weighs e’er it trusts, but weighs not e're it serves;
And soft ey'd Pity and Forgiveness bland,
And melting Charity with open hand ;
And artless Love, believing and believ'd,
And gen'rous Çonfidence, which ne'er deceiv'd;
And Mercy stretching out c'es want can speak,
To wipe the tear from pale affliction's cheek;
These ye have never known !—then take your part

Di sordid joy, which never touch'd the heart." The Senfibility which Miss More thus eloquently describes, is, we understand, the prominent feature of her own disposition. Attentive to the wants and dir tresses of others, she is ever ready to relieve them. She even seeks out opportunities of instructing and consoling her fellow creatures. This is worthy of herself, and will be ultimately crown'd with an abundant reward.

It was this amiable principle which induced ner to patronise Mrs. Yearsley, the famous Bristol MilkWoman, whose native strains have been admired by the genuine lovers of poetry. She wrote an elegant Prefatory Address to her poems, procured her a large list of subscribers from amongst the first characters in the kingdom, and exerted every nerve to promote her interests. This woman, however, afterwards repaid all this kindness by abuse and calumny! We must not enter into this disagreeable affair ; but we will say that Miss More stands fully exonerated; and Lord Orford juftly remarks, in a letter to her, speaking of Mrs. Yearsley's conduct : “ That the soil of her heart could never have produced the rank weed of ingratitude, had it not been previously dunged with gold !

Some time after the became chiefly instrumental in relieving the Maid of the Haystack, an unfortunate young woman, apparently deranged, found under a stack of hay, at Hanham, near Bristol. Her origin is unknown, and her History is extremely mysterious, Miss More wrote a short account of her, which exe' cited the public commiseration. She is supposed to have been of an high family, but reduced by misfortune to this deplorable condition. Be this as it may, her patroness manifefted the purest benevolence, in procuring a comfortable asylum for this melancholy child of affiation. Such acts carry with them their own reward. To diminish the sum of private and public mifery, is a most divine deed; it is imitating him who went about doing good, and will be crowned by the Þeity with the ampleft tokens of approbation.

Miss More, together with her fifters, have retired to a very pleasant spot, which is denominated Cowslip Green, situated near the Mendip Hills, about ten miles from Bristol. Here the has established a Sunday School,


and shewn a very commendable concern for the wel. fare of the poorer classes of society. With this view lac published many excellent fmall tracts, under the gene, ral title of the Cheap Repository. The Shepherd of Salisbury Plain was particularly admired,

The present Bishop of London, and other celebrated characters of the age, are in habits of acquaintance with Miss MORE. We have been affured, on good authority, that the spends, occasionally, a few months at Fulham, the well-known residence of the Bithops of London, since the period of the Reformation, In one of her visits, fe penned fome very pleasing lines, co. titled Bonner's Ghost; but which her modesty would not suffer to be published. Bonner was the bloody bihop, in the reign of Mary; he used to scourge the Protestants with his own hand, in his garden, and various other acts of brutality stand on record against him. Miss More, we are informed, has finely con. trasted the tolerating spirit of the present Prelate, with the cruelty and savage ferocity of his predecessor, who has drawn upon him the execrations of posterity.

In the works of the late Lord Orford, the most pleafing part of the Epistolary Correspondence, is that be. tween his Lordship and Miss MORE. We were gra. tified by the perufal of it, and think it honourable to both parties. "The British peer seems apprised of the real excellence of his friend, and pays her those com, pliments to which the may be pronounced justly ene titled.

The writer of this cursory Narrative, had once the pleasure of paffing a few days with the fifters of Miss MORE, at the house of a very respectable family, in Caerleon, Monmouthshire,and well remembers the good sense and amiable temper which they discovered in conversation on a variety of subjects. Nor does he deem ic the least of the favours which he enjoyed beneath that hospitable roof, that he was there first introduced to an acquaintance with Miss More's writings, which


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