THE EDUCATION OF ACHILLES. BY MR. BEDINGFIELD. AH, mc! is all our pleafure mix'd with woe! Is there on earth no happiness fincere ? Muft e'en this bitter ftream of forrow flow When with fond eyes fhe view'd her darling boy! Left Vice's fecret canker fhould annoy Fair Virtue's op'ning bud, and all her hopes destroy! At length, fo Nereus had her rightly taught, To the fam'd Centaur, on Mount Pelion hoar, To principle his yet untainted years; The feed that's early fown, the fairest harvest bears. Far in the covert of a bushy wood, Where aged trees their star-proof branches spread, And all around the flow'ring eglantine It's balmy tendrils spread in many a wanton twine. A lowly habitation, well I ween, Yet facred made by men of mickle fame, (Blefs'd leach!) relumine by his healing skill; Faft by the cave a damfel was ypight, Afraid from earth her blushing looks to rear, A cautious nymph, and Modesty her name: With her fate Temperance, companion meet, Fill'd with the chrystal of the wholesome flood: And sweet Benevolence, who fmiling flood, Whilst at her breaft two fondling infants play'd, And turtles, billing foft, coo'd through the echoing glade. On t'other fide, of bold and open air, Was a fair perfonage hight Exercise; Reclin❜d he feem'd upon his rough boar-spear, As late furceas'd from hardy enterprize; (For (For floth inglorious did he aye defpife) Fresh glow'd his cheek with health's vermilion dye, On his fleek brow the fwelling fweat-drops rife, And oft around he darts his glowing eye To view his well-breath'd hounds, full jolly company. Nor far away was fage Experience plac'd, With care-knit brow, fix'd looks, and fober plight; Yet age's hand mote not impair the fight, Still with sharp ken the eagle he'd pursue, As through the buxom air to heav'n's bright bow'rs fhe flew. Here the fond parent left her darling care, Yet foftly breath'd a figh as fhe withdrew; To pay to pow'rs fupreme a reverence due, Chief to Saturnian Jove, whose dreaded might Wings through difparted clouds the bick'ring lightning's flight, Aye was the ftripling wont, ere morning fair To grafp with tender hand the pointed spear, Oft wou'd great Dian, with her woody train, And And when dun fhades had blent the day's bright eye, Each panting corfe, whilft life did well apace, And ever and anon the godlike fire, To temper ftern behelts with pleafaunce gay, And ever and anon, of worthies old, Whofe praife Fame's trump thro'earth's wide bounds had spread. To fire his mind to brave exploits, he told; Pirithous, known for proweft hardy-head; Thefeus, whofe wrath the dire Procruñes fled; Head fprouting under head, by thrillant faulchion fhear'd, The ftern-brow'd boy in mute attention flood, To hear the fage relate each great emprize; Then frode along the cave in haughtier mood, Whilft varying paffions in his bolom rife, And And lightning-beams flash from his glowing eyes. He shakes the terror of his heav'n-form'd fhield, Ο CHIRON ΤΟ ACHILLES. BY HILDEBRAND JACOB, ESQ Res eft fevera voluptas. LD Chiron to his pupil thus began, Accomplish'd youth! well worthy of my pains, die. A little tract, well till'd, more profit yields, ⚫ Than realms of wild uncultivated fields. • 'Tis not from length of years our pleasures flow, Think not, young prince, your elevated ftate, } • Which |