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was a kind of blossom of injustice, to seize upon what was so found." Agreeable to which practice of his was that law of Stagira, Quod non posuisti ne tollas, "Take not that up which you never laid down." Cal. Rhod. I. 19. c. 26. p. 916.

12. When the Senate of Rome was in debate about the election of Censor, and that Valerianus was in nomination, Trebellius Pollio writes, that the universal acclamation of the Senators was;

The life of Valerianus is a Censorship, let him be the judge of us all, who is better than all of us: let him judge of the Senate who cannot be charged with any crime; let him pass sentence upon our life, against whom nothing is to be objected. Valerianus was almost a Censor from his cradle, Valerianus is a Censor in his whole life. A prudent Senator, modest, grave, a friend to good men, an enemy to tyrants, an enemy to the vicious, but a greater unto voice. We receive this man for our Censor: him we will all imitate: he is the most noble amongst us, the best in blood, of exemplary life, of excellent learning, of choice manners, and the example of antiquity." This was a glorious character of a man given by so honourable an assembly: and yet we see after what manner virtue is sometimes afflicted in the world: this worthy person having attained to the Empire, was unfortunately taken by Sapores, King of Persia, and made his footstool. Trebell. Poll. Cal. Rhod. 1. 21. c. 11. ・p. 978. Pezel. Mellific. Hist. tom. 2. p. 229.

13. Upon the death of Julian the Emperor, by. the unanimous consent of the army, Salustius the Prefect of the Prætorian soldiers was elected; but he excused himself, pretending his age and the in firmities of his body; so that Jovinianus was thereupon chosen. When he also was dead, by the means of this Salustius, Valentinianus a Tribune was

elected as Emperor; of this Salustius the refect, Suidas saith, "That he was a person of that integrity, that when Valentinian was Emperor, he commanded any that had ever received any injury from him, that they should go to the Emperor to complain of him but there was no man that had any such complaint to prefer against him." Pezel. Mellific. Hist. tom. 2. p. 277.

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14. Richard the Second, King of England, was deposed, and Henry Bolingbroke crowned King in his stead. It was also enacted in Parliament, "That the inheritance of the crown and realm of England should be united, and remain in the person of King Henry, and in the heirs of his body lawfully begotten: a motion was likewise made in the same Parliament, what should be done with the deposed King?" Then it was that Thomas Merks, Bishop of Carlisle, shewed at once his great loyalty and integrity: he rose up, and with extraordinary freedom and constancy, he made an honest and learned oration, wherein by Scripture, reason, and other arguments, he maintained the right of his deposed Sovereign; resolutely opposed the usurpation of his supplanter, concluding, that the Parliament had neither power nor policy to depose King Richard, or in his place to elect Duke Henry; and however this doctrine first got the good Prelate a prison, and then the loss of his life, yet the memory of so gallant an action shall never die, so long as fidelity and loyalty shall have any respect amongst men. Daniel's Hist. continued, l. 3. p. 52.

THE

PARNASSIAN GARLAND.

FOR SEPTEMBER, 1801.

G

ON

PRESENTING A SENSITIVE PLANT

TO A

YOUNG LADY.

O little plant, to Julia's gentle care,

With many a friendly wish I thee resign:
Tho' lost the genial warmth, the humid air,
In modest gracefulness thou still shalt shine.

What tho' her tender touch too often try'd,
Cause thee to feel a momentary pain;
Beneath so soft a hand when thou hast dy'd,
Her look shall sooth thee into life again.

Go, little plant-in all thy beauty go,

Obey her mandate, droop, but not repine; And thus obedient, thou shalt quickly know Her sensibility can equal thine.

T. W. PORTSEA.

EMMA OF THE VALE.

OW happy in my native bow'rs,

H My youthful days I spent:

Serenely past the fleeting hours,
In mirth and sweet content,

There, urg'd by innocence and love,
I told an am'rous tale,

To her who did its flame approve;
Fair Emma of the vale.

Together oft we rang'd the dell,
And nature's beauties view'd;
Or wand'red on the moss-crown'd hill,
And vows of love renew'd;
Then happiness my mind possess❜d,
"Hope told a flatt'ring tale,"
Love lull'd my heart in peace to rest,
For Emma of the Vale.

But now, alas! those days are gone,
For I my bow'rs have left,
And happiness hath from me flown;
And I'm of hope bereft.

Unus'd to live midst pomp and shew,
Where noise and vice prevail,

I long in calmer scenes to dwell,
With Emma of the Valc.

SONNET,

H. V. SELWYN.

WRITTEN IN MARCH, DURING A STORM.

By Mr. William Hanbury.

HAT tho' the stormy tempests dreadful roar,

WHA
Sent by chill winter's unrelenting hand;

What tho' the raging north, from shore to shore,
Spreads desolation o'er the shrivell'd land.

Soon cease the wintry storms; and thou, fair spring,
Soon shalt return with beaming glory crown'd,
Soon thy innumerable treasures bring,

And happiness diffuse to all around.

The sun, who late his radiant face conceal'd,
Unwilling still to clear the mazy skies,

For thee, sweet spring, his glories soon shall yield,
For thee, with double radiance soon shall rise.

In ev'ry heart content and joy shall reign,

Whilst many a nymph and village hind shall sing, As with light footsteps swift they pace the plain, "All hail! thou queen of beauty, fragrant spring!"

LINES

On the two recent Poems of the Farmer's Boy, and Matilda.

W

HY does Britannia Thompson's loss deplore?
Why mourns the muse that Cowper is no more?
Their souls, with kindred angels, taste the bliss
In yon bright world, they ne'er could hope in this.
Yet, muse, ah! weep not for the saints above,
For still on earth are vot'ries for thy love;
Fame chides thy tears; she bids thee wake to joy,
And points, exulting, to the "Farmer's Boy."
Each season charms; encreas'd delight supplies;
In ev'ry page sec excellence arise:

In vain she shews where partial beauties shine,
For magic numbers dwell in ev'ry line;
No more she mourns the poets of her isle,
But greets each rising genius with a smile.
A modest daughter claims her gen'rous care,
In native beauty unadorn'd, yet fair;
She pleads so sweetly her affecting cause,
Matilda gains our pity and applause.
And kind attention while her strains prevail,
Find ample payment in her artless tale.

You, who in honest Giles* an interest take,
Will love Matilda for her virtues sake;
In native innocence behold her charms:
(That youth delights, or apathy disarms)
Ò hear her modest accents gently breathe,
(Which deck with beauty the poetic wreathe)
Attend the duteous maid, and join the tear,
That dews with sacred grief a parent's bier,
Partake the blessing that her choice approv'd,
And lead her to the gentle youth she lov'd.

* Farmer's Boy.

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