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Because these favage rights are new;

His eyes resign their wonted grace, No kecper shudders at the view: W

Those friendly lamps expire apace ! Keepers, accustom’d to the scene,

The brain's an ufelefs organ grown ; Approach the dens with look serene!

And reason tuinbled from his throne. Fearless their grilly charge explore,

But, while the purple furges glow, And smile to hear the tyrants roar.

The currents thicken as they flow : • Aye--but to dic! to bid adicu!

The blood in ev'ry diftant part • An everlasting farewel too !

Stagnates, and disappoints the heart ; • Farewel to ev'ry joy around !

Defrauded of its crimson store, - Oh, the heart fickens at the sound !'

The vital engine plays no more. Stay, stripling-thou art poorly taught ;

Honorio dead, it!e fun'ral bell Joy, didst thou lay discard the thought. Call'd ev'ry friend to bid farewel. Joys are a rich celestial fruit,

I join'd the melancholy bier, And fcorn a sublunary root :

And dropp'd the unavailing tear. What wears the face of joy below,

The clock fruck welvo-when nature fought Is often found but splendid woe.

Repole from all the panys of thought; Joys here, like unsubftantial fame,

And, while my limbs were funk to rest, Are nothings with a pompous name;

A Vifion footh d my troubled brcast. Or clic, like comets in the sphere,

I dream'd the spectre, Death, appear'd! Shine with deftruétion in their rear.

I dream'd his hollow voice I heard ! Pallions, like clouds, obscure the sight, Methought th' imperial tyrant wore Hence mortals feldom judge aright.

A state no prince affum'd beforc; The world's a haríh unfruitful foil,

All nature fetch'd a gen'ral groan, Yet still we hope, and still we toil;

And lay expiring round his throne. Deccive ourfelves with wondrous art,

I gaz'd-when straight arofe to fight And disappointment wrings the heart,

The most derefted fiend of night. Thus when a milt collects around,

He fhuitled with unequal pace, And hovers o'er a barren ground,

And confcious thaine deformd his face, deluded trav'ller spies

With jealous leer he squinted round, Imagin'd trees and ftructures risc;

Or fix'd his cyes upon the ground. But, when the shrouded sun is clear,

From hell this frightful monster caine The defart and the rocks appear.

Sin was his fire, and Guilt his name. • Ah-but when youthful blood runs high, This fury, with officious care, Sure 'tis a dreadful thing to dic !

Waited around the fov’rcign's chair; • To die ! and what exalts the gloom,

In robes of terror drefs'd the king, • I'm told that man survives the tomb!

And arm:d him with a bancful sting; 0! can the learned prelate find

Gare ficrecnefs to the tyrant's cyc, • What future scenes await the mind ?

And hung the sword upon his thigh. "Where wings the soul, dislodg'd from clay?

Ditcates next, a hideous crowd! • Sorne courteous angel point the way!

Proclaim'd their master's empire loud; « That unknown fomewhere in the ikies, And all, obedient to his will, “Say, where that unknown fomewhere lies; Flew in commiffion'd trumps to kill. • And kindly prove, when life is o'er,

A rising whirlwind thikes the polcs, • That pains and sorrows are no more :

And lightning glares, and thunder rolls, For, doubtless, dying is a curse,

The monarch and his erain prepare • If present ills be chang'd for worse.'

To range the foul tempestuous air. Hush, my young friend, forego the theme, Straight to his shoulders he applics And listen to your poct's drcam.

Two pinions of erormous fize! Ere while I took an ev'ning walk,

Mcthought I faw the ghastly form Honorio join'd in social talk.

Stretch his black wings, and mount the storm: Along the lawns the zephyrs sweep;

When Fancy's airy horse I ftrode, Each ruder wind was lull'd alleep.

And join'd the army on the road. The sky, all beautcous to behold,

As the grim conqu'ror urg'd his way, Was streak'd with azure, green, and gold;

He scatter'd terror and dismay. But, tho' ferenely soft and fair,

Thousands a pentive aspect wore, Fever hung brooding in the air;

Thousands ivio snecr'd at death before. Then fettied on Honorio's breast,

Life's records rise on ev'ry side, Which thudder'd at the fatal guest.

And Conscience spreads chofe volumes wide; No drugs the kindly with fulfil;

Which faithful registers were brought
Disease eludes the doctor's skill:
The poison, fpread thro’all the framne,

By pale-eyed Fear and busy Thought,

Thote faults which artfui men conceal,
Ferments, and kindles into Hame.
From Gde to five Honorio turns,

Stand here engrav'd with pen of steel,

Dy Conicience, that impartial scribe ! And now with thirst insatiate burns :

Whose honeft palm dildains a bribe :

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Their Their actions all like critics view,

Say, would his glorious fun decline, And all like faithful critics 100.

And le: like your pale itar or mine? As Guile had fain'd life's various stage,

Could ev'ry virtue of the tkyWhet tears of blood bedew'd the page!

Would Herring t, Butler I, Sucker, dic? All thudder'd at the black account,

Why this address to puerage all : And icarce belier'd the vast amount !

Untitled Allen's virtucs call!
All sowd a sudden change of heart,

If Allen's worth demands a place,
Would death rulent, and theath his dat. Lords, with your leave, 'tis no agrace.
But, when the awful foe withdrew,

Though high your ranks in heralds rolls, ar to their follies fled anew.

Know, Virtue tco ennobles fouls. So when a wolf, who scours at large,

Ey her that private man's renown'd Springs on the thepherd's ficccy charge, Vi ho pours a thousand bleiings round. Tut cock in wild disorder fly,

While Allen takes Afiliction's part, and cait behind a frequent cyc;

And draws out all bio gen’rcus heart, but, when the victim's borne away,

Anxious to seize the ficering day, Inity rush to pasture and to play.

Left unimprev'd it ttual away; Indage my dreain, and let my pen

While thus he walks, with jealous strife, Poing thise unmeaning creatures, men.

Through goodnes, as he walks through life; Carus, with pain and sickness worn,

Shall not I mark his radunt path ?Chicks the flow night, and sighs for morn. Rile, Mute, and fing the Van of Lath! Son as he views the eastern ray,

Publish abroad, could goodness save, He rcerns the quick return of day;

Allen would disappoint the grave; Huurly larr.ents protracted vrcath,

Tranflatud to the heaienly thore, And courts the healing hand of death.

Like Enoch, when his walk was o'er. Verres, opprcfs'd with guilt and Thame, Nor Beauty's pow'rful pleas restrain : She wreck d in fortune, health, and famc, Her plers art trilling, weak, and vain; Pires for his dark fepulchral bed,

For women pierce with thricks the air, To mingle with th'unhecdců dead.

Smite their are brcafts, and rend their hair; With four core years grey Natho bends,

All have a dolefui tale to tell, A turden to himself and friends!

How friends, fons, daughters, husbands fell ! And with impaticnce feems to wait

Alas! is life our fav’aite themeThe friendly hand of ling'ring Fate.

'Tis all a vain or painful Ureain ; Shirelings with their labour done,

A dream which fools or cowards prize, Ard ofien eye the weitern sun.

But lighted by the brave or wise. The monarch hears their various gricf;

Wholics, for others ills must groan,
Difcends, and brings the with'd relief.

Or bleed for forrow's of his own;
On Death with wild surprise they star'd; Must journey on with weeping cye,
All fcem'd averle ! all unprepar'd !

Then pant, link, agonize, and dié.
As torrents fweep with rapid force,

And shall a man arraign the skies, The grare's pale chief purlued his course. • Because man lives, and mourns, and dies?" N, human pow'r can or withttand,

• Impaticnt reptile!' Rcafon cried; Or hun, the conquests of his hand.

Arraign thy parlion and thy pride : Ch' could the prince of upright mind,

Retire, and coininune with thy heart; And as a guardian angel kind,

• Aík whence thou cam'ft, and what thou art? With ev'ry heart-felt worth tcfide,

Explore thy body and thy mind, Turn the kcen shaft of Death aside,

Thy ftation too, why hcrc ailign'd. When would the brave Auguftus juin

"The search fhall teach thee life to prize, The ashes of his sacred line:

• Ard make thee grateful, good, a'd wisc. Put death maintains no partial war ;

• Why do you roun to foreign climes, He mocks a suitan or a czar :

• To itudy nations, modes, and times; He lays iiis iron hand in all

A science often dearly bought, pus, hings, and fons of kings, muft fall! • And orien what avails you nought? A truth Britavnia lately felt,

Go, man, and act a wi'er part, A u trembled to her contre !

Study the science of your heart:
Could ableft itatelmen ward the blow,

This homne philofophy, you know,
Would Grenville own this common fue? * Was priz'd some thousand years agoç.
greater talents ne'er were known

· Then why ábrcad a frequent guett? Toguce the tav'rite of a throne.

Why such a stranger to your breatt? Csuid genius fave--wit, learning, fire-- Why turn so many volumes o'ur, Teil me, would Chesterfield expire?

Till Dodíley can furriy no more? Referring to the death of his late Royal Highness Frederic Prince of Wales. † Archbithop of Canterbury. # Late Bithop of Durham.

|| Pirhop of Oxford. Know thyfell;' a celebrated saying of Chilo, one of the Seven Wise Mea of Criece.

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Not all the volumes on thy shelf
Are worth that single volume, Self:
For who this sacred book declines,
Howe'er in other arts he shines,

Tho'smit with Pindar's noble rage,
Or vers’d in Tully's manly page ;-
• Tho' deeply read in Plato's school,
• With all his knowledge, is a fool.

• Proclaim the truth-Say, what is man? • His body from the dust began; • And when a few short years are o'er, • The crumbling fabric is no more.

• But whence the foul?-From heaven it came! « prize this intellectual Aame ! • This nobler self with rapture scan; < 'Tis mind alone which makes the man. * Trust me, there's not a joy on earth, • But from the soul derives its birth. • Ask the young rake (he'll answer right), • Who treats by day, and drinks by night, • What makes his entertainments thine? • What gives the relish to his wine? • He'll tell thee (if he fcorns the beast) • That social pleasures form the featt. • The charms of beauty too shall cloy, • Unless the soul exalts the joy. · The mind must animate the face, « Or cold and tasteless ev'ry grace.

· What! must the soul her pow'rs dispense, • To raise and swell the joys of sense ? • Know, too, the joys of tense controul • And clog the motions of the soul; • Forbid her pinions to aspire, • Damp and impair her native fire; * And lure as sense, that tyrant! reigns, • She holds the empress Soul in chains; • Inglorious bondage to the mind, • Heaven-born, sublime, and unconfin'd! • She's independent, fair, and great, • And justly claims a large estate; • She asks no borrow'd aids to shine; • She boasts within a golden mine; • But, like the treasures of Peru, • Her wealth lies deep, and far from view. • Say, shall the man who knows her worth, • Debase her dignity and birth? • Or e'er repine at Heaven's decree, • Who kindly gave her leave to be? • Callid her from nothing into day, * And built her tcnement of clay. • Hear and accept me for your guide

(Reason shall ne'er defert your side): Who listens to my wiser voice,

Can't but applaud his Maker's choice; • Pleas'd with that first and fov’reign cause, • Plcas'd with unerring Wisdom's laws: • Secure, since fov'reign goodness reigns; • Secure, since fov’reign pow'r obtains.

* With curious eyes review thy frame; • This science shall direct thy claim. • Dost thou indulge a double view, · A long, long life, and happy too? • Perhaps a farther boon you crare * To lic down easy in the grave.

• Know, then, my dictates must prevail, • Or surely each fond with shall fail.

• Come, then, is happiness thy aim ? Let mental joys be all thy game. • Repeat the search, and mend your pace, • The capture shall reward the chace. * Let ev'ry minute, as it springs, Convey fresh knowledge on its wings ; Let ev'ry minute, as it flies, * Record thee good as well as wise. "While such pursuits your thoughts engage, • In a few years you'll live an age. "Who mcatures life by rolling years?

Fools measure by revolving spheres. •Go thou, a id fetch th’unerring rule * From Virtue's and from Wisdom's school. • Who well improves life's shortest day • Will scarce regret its fetting ray;

Contented with his share of light, • Nor fear nor with th' approach of night:

And when disease assaults the heart, · When fick neis triumphs over art,

Reflection on a life well past, * Shall prove a cordial to the last: · This med'cine shall the foul sustain, * And soften or suspend her pain; • Shall break Death's fell tyrannic pow'r, • And calm the troubled dying hour."

Bless'd rules of cool prudential age ! I liften'd, and rever'd the fage. When, lo! a form divinely bright Descends, and bursts upon my light; A seraph of illustrious birth (Religion was her name on earth); Supremely sweet her radiant face, And blooming with celestial grace ! Three thining cherubs form'd her train, Wav'd their light wings, and reach'd the plain; Faith, with sublime and piercing eye, And pinions Autt'ring for the sky; Here Hope, that smiling angel, stands, And golden anchors grace her hands; There Charity, in robes of white, Fairest and fav’rite maid of light!

The scraph spake ''Tis reason's part • To govern and to guard the heart; • To lull the wayward soul to rest, • When hopes and fears diftract the brcal : • Reason may claim this doubtful ftrife, "And fteer thy bark thro' various life. • But when the storms of Death are nigh, And midnight darkness veils the sky, • Shall reason then direct thy fail, Disperse the clouds, or link the gale? Stranger, this skill alone is mine, • Skill that transcends his scanty line.

· That hoary sage has counsellid right; • Be wise, nor scorn his friendly light. * Revere thyself-thou'rt near allied • To angels on thy better side. • How various e'er their ranks or kinds, • Angels are but unbodied minds :

When the partition walls decay, * Men emerge angels from their clay;


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« Yes,

'Yes, when the frailer body dies,

His head was filverd o'er with age, 'The foul aflerts her kindred skies;

And long experience made him fage ; • But minds, tho'iprung from heavenly race, In summer's heat, and winter's cold, Muft first be tutor’d for the place

He fed his flock, and penn'd the fold; (The joys above are understood

His hours in cheerful labour fiew, Ard relíth'd only by the good).

Nor envy nor ambition know: * Who fhall assume this guardian care ?

His wisdom and his honest fame *Who Thall secure their birthright there? Through all the country rais'd his name, Souls are my charge-to me 'uis given

A deep Philosopher (whose rules * To train them for their native heaven.

Of moral life were drawn from schools) Know, then-Who bow the early knee, The shepherd's homely cottage fought, Ard give the willing heart, to me;

And thus explor'd his reach of thought: •Who wildly, when Temptation waits,

Whence is thy learning ? Hath thy toil Ecde her frauds, and spurn her baits; O'er books confúm'd the midnight oil? • Who dare to own my injur'd cause,

Hast thou old Greece and Rome survey'd, * Tho' fools deride my sacred laws;

And the vaft sense of Plato weigh'd ? Or scorn to deviate to the wrong,

Hath Socrates thy soul refind? • The' Perfecution lifts her thong;

And hast thou fathom’d Tully's mind? * Tho' all the fons of hell conspire

Or, like the wise Ulysses, thrown * To raise the stake, and light the fire

By, various fates on realms unknown, * Know, that for such superior souls

Haft thou through many cities ftray'd, “There lies a bliss beyond the poles ;

Thcir customs, laws, and manners weigh’d: * Where ipirits thine with purer ray,

The shepherd modestly replied: And brighten to meridian day;

I ne'er the paths of learning tried; Where Love, where boundless Friendship rules Nor have I roam'd in foreign parts, *(No friends that change, no love that cools!) To read mankind, their laws, and arts ;

Where rising floods of knowledge roll, For man is practis'd in disguise, ' And pour, and pour upon the soul !'

He cheats the most difcerning eyes; • But where's the passage to the skies:'- Who by that search thall wifer grow, • The road thro' Death's black valley lies.

When we ourselves can never know? Nav, do not shudder at my tale ;

The little knowledge I have gain'd, * Tho' dark the fades, yet fafe the vale. Was all from fimple nature drain'd; • This path the best of men have trod,

Hence my life's maxims took their rife, And who'd decline the road to God?

Hence grew my fettled hate to vice. Oh! 'tis a glorious boon to die!

The daily labours of the bee “This favour can't be priz'd too high.' Awake my foul to induitry.

While thus the fpake, my looks expressid Who can obferve the careful ant,
The raptures kindling in my breast :

And not provide for future want?
Mv soul a fix'd attention gave;

My dog (the trustiest of his kind) When the stern monarch of the grave

With gratitude inflames my mind. With haughty strides approach'd-amaz’d

I mark his true, his faithful way, I food, and trembled as I gaz'd.

And in service

copy Tray. The teraph calm'd each anxious fear,

In constancy and nuptial love, Ard kindly wip'd the falling tear;

I learn my duty from the dove. Then haften’d with expanded wing

The hen, who from the chilly air To meet the pale, terrific king:

With pious wing protects her care, But now what milder scenes arise !

And every fowl that flics at large, The tyrant drops his hoftile guife:

Instruēts me in a parent's charge. He seems a youth divinely fair;

From nature too I take my rule, la graceful ringlets waves his hair;

To thun contempt and ridicule :
His wings their whit'ning plumes display, I never, with important air,
His burnih d plumes reflect the day;

In conversation overbear.
Light flows his shining azure veft,

Can grave and formal pass for wise, And all the angel stands confefs'd.

When men the solemn owl despise ?
I view'd the change with sweet surprize, My tongue within my lips I rcin,
And, oh! I panted for the skies;

For who talks much must talk in vain :
Thank a Heaven that c'er I drew my breath, We from the wordy torrent fly;
And triumph'd in the thoughts of Death.

Who listens to the chatt'ring pye?

Nor would I, with felonious night,
FABLE S, by the late Mr. Gay. By stealth invade my neighbour's right;
Introduction to the FABLES. Part the First. Rapacious animals we hate :

9 112. The Shepherd and obe Philosopher. Kites, hawks, and wolves, deserve their fati; REMOTE from cities liv'd a swain,

Do not we just abhorrence find
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
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But envy, calumny, and spite,

The lion thus bespoke his guest: Bear stronger venom in their bite.

What hardy beast thall dare contest Thus ev'ry object of creation

My matchless strength> you saw the fight, Can furniih hints to contemplation;

And mult attest my pow'r and right. And from the most minute and mean

Forc'd to forego their native home, A virtuous mind can morals glean.

My starving slaves at distance roam; Thy fame is just, the fage replies;

Within these woods I rcign alone, Thy virtue proves thee truly wisc.

The boundless forest is my own. Pride often guides the author's pen;

Bears, wolves, and all the savaye brood, Beoks as affected are as men :

Have dyed the regal den with blood. But he who studies nature's laws,

These carcaics on either hand, From certain truth his maxims draws;

Those bones that whiten all the land, And those, without our schools, fuffice

My former deeds and triumphs tell, To make men moral, good, and wilc.

Beneath these jaws what numbers full.

True, says the man, the strength I law To bis Higbnefs Williain Duke of Cumberland.

Might well the brutal nation awe:

But thall a monarch, brave like you, § 123. Fable I. The Lion, the Tyger, and the Place glory in fo falíc a view ? Traveller.

Robbers invade their neighbours right: ACCEPT, young prince, the mora! lay, Be lov’d; let justice bound your might.

And in thcfe tales mankind survey; Mean are anbitious heroes boasts With carly virtues plant your breast,

Of wasted lands and slaughter'd hosts: The specious arts of vice detest.

Pirates their pow'r by murders gain; Princes, like beauties, from their youth Wise kings by love and mercy reign. Are strangers to the voice of truth:

To me your clemency hath hown Learn to contemn all praise betimes ;

The virtue worthy of a throne. For flattery's the nurse of crimes.

Heaven gives you pow'r above the rest, Friendthip by sweet reproof is shown

Like Heaven to fuccour the diftreft. (A virtue nerer ncar a throne);

The cale is plain, the monarch said; In courts fuch freedom inust offend,

Falte glory hath my youth milled; There none presumes to be a friend.

For boasts of prcy, a servile train, To those of your exalted station

Have been the flatt'rers of my reign. Each courtier is a dedication.

You reason well. Yet tell me, friend, Must I too flatter like the rest,

Did ever you in courts attend? And turn my morals to a jeft?

For all my fawning rogues agree,
The mufc disdains to steal from those

That human herocs rule like me.
Who thrive in courts by fulsome profe.
But thall I hide your real praise,
Or tell you what a nation days?

§ 124. Fable II. The Spaniel and the Cameleor. They in

infant bofom trace


SPANIEL, bred with all the care The virtues of your royal race,

That waits upon a fav’rite heir, In the fair dawning of your mind

Ne'er felt correction's rigid hand : Dileern you gen'rous, mild, and kind :

Indulg'd to disobey command, They fee you gricre to hear distrets,

In pamper'd ease his hours were spent ; And pant already to rudrors.

He never know what learning meant. Go on, the height of good attain,

Such forward airs, fo pert, fo finart, Nor let a nation hope in vain;

Were sure to win his lady's hcart : For hence we juilly may preface

Each little mischief gain' him praise ; The virtues of a riper age.

How pretty werc his fawning ways ! True courage shall your bofom fire,

The wind was fouth, the morning fair, And future actions own your fire.

He ventures forth to take the air : Cowards are cruil, but the brave

He ranges all the meadow round, Love mercy, and delight to save.

And rolls upon the softest ground; A Tyger roaming for his prey,

When near hiin a Cameleon scen Sprung on a Trav'llar in the way;

Was scarce distinguishid from the green. The proftrate game a Lion spics,

Dcar emblem of the flatt’ring hoft, And on the greedy tyrant flies :

What, live with clowns ? a genius loft! With mingled roar rcfound the wood,

To cities and the court repair, Their teeth, their ciaws, distil with biood;

A fortune cannot fail thce there; Till, vanquish'd by the Lion's strength,

Preferment shall thy talents crown: The spotted foc extends his length.

Believe me, friend, I know the town, The Man befought the shaggy lord,

Sir, says the sycophant, like you, And on his knees for life implor'd;

Of old, politer life I know: His life the gen'rous hero gave:


you, a courtier born and bred, Together walking to his cave,

Kings Ican'd an car to what I faid.




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