haviour is gracious and agreeable enough, if her conduct were
not so out of the way.

"What think you, Burchel, said Townshend, she is handsome,
innocent, good tempered and rich; excellent qualities, let me
tell you, for a wife.

"I think her, said Burchel, more than you say. Her disposition
is amiable, and her character exquisitely sweet and feminine.
She is capable of every thing generous and admirable. A false
education, and visionary sentiments, to which she will probably
one day be superior, have rendered her for the present an object
of pity. But, though I loved her, I should despise my own heart,
if it were capable of taking advantage of her inexperience, to
seduce her to a match so unequal.

"At this instant Louisa re-entered, and making the excuses of
Olivia, the company returned to the carriage, sir Charles
mounted on horseback as he came, and they carried off the hero
in triumph."

ARTICLE V.

THE PEASANT OF BILIDELGERID, A TALE.

2 VOLS. SHANDEAN.

This is the only instance in which we shall take the liberty to announce
to the public an author hitherto unknown. Thus situated, we shall not
presume to prejudice our readers either ways concerning him, but shall
simply relate the general plan of the work.

It attempts a combination, which has so happily succeeded with the
preceding writer, of the comic and the pathetic. The latter however is
the principal object. The hero is intended for a personage in the
highest degree lovely and interesting, who in his earliest bloom of
youth is subjected to the most grievous calamities, and terminates them
not but by an untimely death. The writer seems to have apprehended that
a dash of humour was requisite to render his story in the highest degree
interesting. And he has spared no exertion of any kind of which he was
capable, for accomplishing this purpose.

The scene is laid in Egypt and the adjacent countries. The peasant is
the son of the celebrated Saladin. The author has exercised his
imagination in painting the manners of the times and climates of which
he writes.

ARTICLE VI.

AN ESSAY ON NOVEL, IN THREE EPISTLES INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
LADY CRAVEN, BY WILL. HAYLEY, ESQ. 4TO.

The public has been for some time agreed that Mr. Hayley is the first of
English poets. Envy herself scarcely dares utter a dissentient murmur,
and even generous emulation turns pale at