Ad Illuftriffimum Walliæ Principem Fredericum. ECCE dies rediit, niveo fignanda lapillo,

Aut creffa aut fi qua eft nobiliore nota. Confcia divini partus, uberrima meffis Ingeniis, Mufis optima materies. Phoebe, gravi rutilos auro redimite capillos, Parnaffum, & Xanthi linque fluenta vagi. Indue Sidonio tinam bis murice veftem, Neve arcum pigeat condere, fume lyram. Lux fidibus celebranda tuis, fidibufque fororum, Hac nata Acni eft gloria prima chori. Nafcenti lætum Parca cecinere triumphum; Atque dabunt uni tres tria fceptra dea. Dicite lo cives,& Io ter dicite cives, Natalis nobis omnibus ifte dies. Haufimus ex illo nitidæ primordia lucis, Copimus atque aura liberiore frui. Non te, (fumme pater) Ophires nunc pofcimus aurum, Non petimus culti jugera lata foli: Sed regi firmam per fæcula plura falutem,

Nftra fit ut, falvo principe, firma falus. C, E. Left in Dr Shaw's Tranflation of my Lord Bacon's Works, belonging to a Friend. By AMASIUS. WHAT treasure long in Bacon lay conceal'd,

Till Shaw the rich capacious depths reveal'd; Brought out the scientific ftores from night, And bid them fhine with wide diffufive light! How vaft the genius of the man that wrote! Scarce lefs the genius that explain'd his thought. He only knew the merit of the fage, And cou'd difplay the wonders of his page; Through worlds of fcience never taught before, Follow his guide, and ev'ry path explore: And with difcernment juft has clearly fhewn, To make his hoards of learning all our own. Unheeded thus has lain fome precious stone, Its value, ufe and luftre, all unknown: 'Till haply one more fkill'd and curicus came, Who thro' the rough out- fide difcern'd the gem. Joyful he bears away th' unpolish'd prize, To fmooth its furface all his art applies. And fee! the gem his coft and pains repays, Burfts into light, and kindles to a blaze.

IRELAND'S Bleffing on her hopeful 'Squires.
IN dead of night appear'd a form, tho' fair,
Yet beauty's fun was clouded with despair;
Hibernian fandals grace her decent feet;
A kerchief binds her head; her mantle meet
A wooden fcure connects; the filver lyre
Her hands fuftain; when thus the hail'd a squire
By patriot cares, and Gallick wine oppreft;
Bereft at once, of action and of reft."

Who means to run in glory's bright career,
Muft raise his hope, and diffipate his fear:
Coward in council, at the bottle brave,
Be what you dread, by thy own fears, a flave:
Vain in conceit, be yet a hopeless wretch;
While poor, complain, yet dare not to be rich.
Stiff in the wrong, and carneft to gain fay,
Ne'er leave a worfe, to chufe a better way:
Whate'er's amits in Albion's waning ftate,
That, only that, be fure to imitate.
[kull,
Thence the great void, within thy ftrong-built
Furnish with maxims, impious, mad, and duil :
Being blafts from hell, and then a blafting go
Teon the devil's errands, to and fro;
at meffenger, for all things elfe unfit,
ithout religion, manners, fenfe, or wit.

When punch or wine, imparts unto thy head, 'Lightness, and heat, as gunpowder to lead ; Toaft in defiance of the blood he spilt,

• Cromwell's grim ghost, and confecrate his guilt; "Go fleece thy tenants, and the parfon cheat: Be thefe thy arts, thy fcheme for growing great. Thou blaster, roundhead, fharper, and bashaw, Rebel alike to gofpel, and to law:

Urg'd on by narrow views, and factious ftrife, Blunder through every period of thy life; Nor fweets of leifure know, nor fruits of toil; Nor tafte the bounties of my generous foil: Starve amidst plenty; loath thy native store; 'Seek food and rayment, from fome diftant fhore. And, in this ifle, of all things elfe poffeft, Yet want, still want, the wisdom to be bleft.

The Blafers are a new set of publich blafphemers, toho have lately appeared in Dublin, [See Vol. VIII. p. 229 + Cromwell's memory is become a frequent toast in feveral parts of this kingdom.

VERSES on Mr BROOKE. By GEORGE
OGLE, Efq; from bis Imitation of Hor. E. 3. L. I.
IS Brooke, the man, the weighty talk to chufe?
Befriended, and the friend of ev'ry mufe!
Whofe merit, * long restrain'd by modeft fear,
Shall foon familiar found to ev'ry ear.
For not in vulgar grove he prides to fing,
Nor pales to drink of Milton's rapid fpring;
Difdaining open lakes, and rivers known:
Scarce more the spring of Milton † than his own.
Say, how in health? to what delight inclin'd?
And bears he still our ancient love in mind?
Soars to what heights on what aufpicious wings?
What** Tufcan meafures fits to British strings?
Or mounts the bufkin'd bard the tragic ftage,
Proud not to flatter, but inftruct the age?
With rage each manly foul, each female heart
With pity moves, tt and nature blends with art?

This author was 30 years of age before his friends could provail with him to publish his Univerfal Beauty, a poem generally efteemed by all men of lience, and judges in foetry. + He has Jeveral pieces by him that come as near as any to Milton in manner and file. **His tranflation of Taffo's Jerufalem. ++ A tragedy, whole merit the publick will have an opportunity of judging this winter.

SUSPIRIUM.

OH! my heart! my wounded heart!

Can I longer bear the smart?
Will the fair one ft.ll be coy?
Still refufe th' extatick joy?
Gods! propitious be inclin'd,
Make her pliant, make her kind;
Said I pliant? faid I kind?
Roufe ambition to my aid,
Man for nobler ends was made:
In the fenate, at the bar,

Or in glory's field to war.

But can these my mind engage?
Vain the thought conceiv'd in rage.
Ah! ambition falls a prize,
Bath'd by the dear one's eyes.
Bacchus, with his mid-night crew,
Mirth and mufick may purfue;
Blith and gay, the night prolong.
She's the burthen of my fong.
Her forget? endeavour vain!
Reafon ne'er attempt again.
Love must ever rule the roaft,
And Mira be my conftant toaft.

R2 Br.

PARAPHRASE on Pfalm lxxiii. 25.
Whom bave I in Heaven but thee? &c.

WHAT tho' yon glorious realms above,

Are realms of wond'rous light and love,
Realms of faints and angels bright,
Plac'd in thrones of vaft delight?
All that wond'rous light and joy,
All that love without alloy,
Ever flows from thee alone,

And should thou hide thy glorious face, 'twere gone;
That ftable world would in confufion fall,
And faints thus reprobated lose their all:

Then, what in heav'n, my gracious God, but thee,
Is light, life, love, and endless joy to me?

*

No more let earthly toys our fouls enfnare;
'Tis God, and only God, that's worth our care:
The all that mortals boaft befide,
But ferves their luft, or feeds their pride;
This pleasure, fuiting beft the mad,
Leaves the heart poffefs'd † more fad;
Gold, it makes the foul fecure,
Tho' the foul can't make it fare;
Fame, its loud impetuous blast,
Is feldom heard, till life is paft:
Alas, what's all the boafted blifs below,
But empty pomp, a falfe deceitful fhow?
Too apt to cheat the heart of heav'nly joy,
Too apt to plunge it into mifery.

My God, thou art the fum of my defires,
To thee, to thee alone, my foul afpires;
Lord! be but mine, farewel all earthly ftore,
Be thou but mine, I'll never afk for more.
My mortal part begins to droop away,
It moulders back into its priftine clay;
My confcious foul with grief begins to fail,
To think; nor pray'rs, nor melting tears avail
To fave its brittle frame, but fall it must,
And yield its honours to the worms and duft :
Yet thou, my God, art ftill its ftrength alone,
Thou ftill its God, and it is ftill thy own;
Tho' it a while in duft and darkness lies,
Reftor'd by thee it hopes again to rife, [fkies:
And spread its glorious wings, and foar above the
When all things fail, my portion thou shalt be,
And boundless ftreams of boundlefs blifs fhall ever
flow from thee.
PHILOMEL.
1 Jobn ii. 16. † Prov. xiv. 13. Ecclef. ii. 2.
HORACE Lib. 1. Ode xxvi. Paraphras'd.
LET not a poet mind the cares of life,

Its gaudy nothings, and its bustling ftrife,
Let cares attend the monarchs roof of state,
And haunt no more the Mufes calm retreat.
Since fhort the space affign'd to mortal man,
Enjoy the day, my friend, while yet you can;
Ere Death's black pinions overspread the fight,
And fhed around us everlafting night.

To Turks leave toils, and fears, and dread alarms,
While glorious Keith fhines terrible in arms.
Leave it to George and Walpole to regain
Our injur'd honour, and our ships from Spain.
But come, my friend, and in my peaceful bower
In focial pleafure pafs the genial hour.

No difcord here fhall raife the warm debate,
No knave fhall wheedle, and no fool fhall prate.
Here the gay jeft the wanton laugh fhall bring,
And suit its boney lend without the fting.
Smooth fhall the gentle minutes roll along,
While wine gives mirth, and beauty fires the fong;

(Beauty, my friend, that warms the icey foul, And add's new pleasures to the fparkling bowl.) First of the fair thy H- -ton fhall fhine,

In manners gentle, as of form divine.
Poffefs'd of all that grace the fair, the good,
Frank, no coquette, and virtuous, tho' no prude:
While pleafing fancy to my views fupplies
An angel's fweetnets, in a Finlay's eyes.

Ye facred Mufes, that delight to fing
Garlands to grace my Ch's brow prepare,
By the foft murmurs of fome filver spring,
For Gb fure deferves the Mufes care.
Without

Vain were my verfe, and every labour vain.
your aid, ye Nine, to guide my pen,
Take then the task, and in your blooming lays
Teach diftant time my Cb- -'s worth and praife.

To Mifs Aurelia Cr, on ber Weeping at ber
Sifter's Wedding.

CEASE, fair Aurelia, ceafe to mourn;
Lament not Hannah's happy state;
You may be happy in your turn,
And feize the treasure you regret.
With Love united Hymen ftands,
And foftly whispers to your charms,
"Meet but your lover in
my bands,
"You'll find your fifter in his arms.

AMASIUS.

To the Memory of the late Rev. Mr Chewing Blackmore, of Worcester, who dyed in a very advanced Age. Written in 1737. bere fhorten'd. ACCEPT, immortal fhade! thefe grateful lays,

Sincere the verfe, nor ftain'd venal praise; Blackmore! 'tis what in gratitude we owe, Due to thy virtues, and thy name below.

Honour'd in age, in younger years admir'd, By all the learned and the good defir'd; With all that every foul defires adorn'd, By every heart fincerely lov'd and mourn'd. O! pureft pattern, in untainted youth, Of humble piety and chriftian truth; A paftor faithful to thy charge and truft; Blameless thro' life, in ev'ry action juft; Who knew no flatt'ry, and no impious fear, Of ftricteft probity, and foul fincere ; Fond to fpread friendship, and loud jars compofe, To hide the failings of thy friends or foes; Lover of peace; to all th' afflicted kind, Good and beneficent to all inclin'd; Nor fhall thy charity---be unrepaid, Friend to the friendlefs, to the helpless aid! For this the chief partakers blefs thy name, The weeping orphan, and the widow'd dame, With num'rous families of want and woe, Who fhar'd thy bounty, and thy kindness know. In thee all private titles fweetly blend, The kindeft father, brother, husband, friend; From paffion, pride, from ftrife and envy free, Happy the man that copies heav'n and thee!--

---See, ever-memorable shade! behold The num'rous children of thy youth untold! Whom gracious heav'n thy righteous converts made (A glorious tribute to thy labours paid!) By thee the fureft faving wisdom taught, From death to life, from fhame to glory brought; Who, when awaken'd from their sleeping duft, Shall grace the palace of the rifing juft, There join thee in § bright feraphick thron And tune their voices to th' angelick for

SIR, You are defir'd to infert the following lines, in celebration of a generous contributor of 50l. to the fufferers by the late fire at Wellingborough. Genius of Goodnefs! fmile upon my lays,

Nor check a Mufe ambitious of thy praife.
Emblem of Charity whoe'er thou art,
!
Receive thefe dictates of a faithful heart.
A heart fufceptible of grateful joy,
When gen'rous minds its faculties employ:
When fweet Philanthropy, abftracted, fhines,
In truly great and laudable defigns:
Such as of late thy heav'nly bofom warm'd;
So rarely known! fo gloriously perform'd!

When unrelenting fate, with angry frown,
In fiery ruin had involv'd the town;
When Defolation fhew'd her rueful face,
And dire Calamity had fill'd the place;

Its hapless tribes (O! who the thought can bear?)
Shock'd with the gloomy terrors of defpair,
With pow'rful grief and meagre hardship pin'd,
Had no refource of comfort left behind:
No hofpitable tent, no mild retreat,

To thun th' inclemencies of cold and heat:
No food, exhaufted nature to fuftain;
No human means t' alleviate their pain:
Diftrefs'd, abandon'd, deftitute, forlorn,-
Unhappy in the thought of being born!
Touch'd with a gen'rous fympathy, thy breaft
Labour'd with all the pangs of the diftrefs'd!
Compaflion (gracious principle of love!
Celestial ray of goodness from above!)
With foft humanity thy foul infpir'd-
A virtue rarely feen, tho' much admir'd.
How few difinterestedly difpenfe
Like thee, in private, their benevolence!
No mean defire of popular acclaim,
No yenal views, no partial thirst of fame,
But a fincere intention to relieve,

Cou'd move, unknown, thy lib'ral hand to give.

Let oftentation prompt the flutt'ring beau,
And bribe th' illib'ral worldling to beftow.
Let vulgar minds, with vanity furcharg'd,
By no humane, no gen'rous views enlarg'd,
Vain-gloriously exert themselves, to raise
A falfe repute, and feed on empty praife.
Far other motives animate thy foul;
The love of man, the welfare of the whole:
A candour, none but virtuous fouls insure,
Free, unaffected, univerfal, pure !

Such principles thy gracious mind employ,
And warm thy bofom with delicious joy.
Such only with divine compaffion fuit;
For goodness is a god-like attribute.

Ye fordid minds, whofe grov'ling pleasures lie
In low purfuits, and mean obfcurity;
Whofe liberality ne'er footh'd diftrefs,
Nor deign'd the friendlets-deftitute to blefs;
Ye fons of wretchednefs! ye venal race!
Contraft of Heaven, and mankind's difgrace!
In this example view your own demerit,
And learn th' exalted aim of publick fpirit:
Which to each individual extends,
And univerfal nature comprehends!

By you, unfelt, untafted, unpoffefs'd, Are all the raptures of a gen'rous breaft. Sublime the pleafures, folid and intenfe, Which flow from acts of pure benevolence! The pleafing thought of having wrought the part Of heav'n, enlarges and dilates the heart:

Fills it with joy ferene, with love refin'd,
And darts teraphic pleafures on the mind!
Had I, bu equal to my will, the pow'r,
Benevolence should fanctity each hour.

Alas! in no propitious fphere I ftand;
No friendly turn of fortune aids my hand.
But cou'd I e'er that happiness acquire,
To know the gen'rous foul that wakes my lyre;
So rare a friendship wou'd my genius footh,
Infpire my Mufe, and animate my youth:
Wou'd fweeten life, though gloomy and fevere,
And make me happy in the midst of care.

Thou pattern of humanity! thou friend;
Whom all the worthy and the good commend;
Adieu! may heav'n thy gen'rous deeds reward,
And ev'ry grateful mufe thy praife record!

In memory of DAPPLE.

By a young Gentleman on breaking his favrite Stick.
THE laft dear pledge to dying worth we give,
Is by fome fure record to bid it live;
Hence 'tis we pay the just demands of verfe,
And in foft elegy our griefs rehearse.

Hence 'tis, dear Dupple, I thy lofs impart
In mournful numbers, and an aking heart.
Yet fay, alas! what skill muft he command,
Who paints thy beauties with an equal hand.
Thy tap'ring form, and polish'd mien might claim
At once Alcime don's and Tytion's name.
Such beauteous fymmetry! thou well might'ft prove
The fcepter'd pride, and ornament of Jove.
Ah me! how oft together did we tread
The floping vale, and hill's afpiring head!
How oft unwearied pafs the live-long day,
While thy kind aid beguil'd the diftant way!
In untry'd paths a fare and wary guide,
Thou ne'er permit'ft my heedlefs fteps to flide.
Unhurt I fhunn'd what too too oft they feel,
Who rafhly tempt the courfer's rapid heel.

Say, lovely Nymph, whence fprings fuch deadly
hate;

How couldst thou cruel plot poor Dapple's fate?
What could he do, to cauíe fo fair a foe?

Or how incenfe thee to the fatal blow?
Ah too fevere! the cause you cannot hide,
'Twas for his mafter's fake poor Dapple dy'd.

So wretched Lefbia, forc'd of old to prove
The fad refentment of the Queen of Love,
Untouch'd the Goddess bid the Nymph remain,
But then the felt her in her Sparrow flain.

care.

The WISH. By a Perfon intended for Orders. 'TIS not to Fortune that I make my pray'r, Her gew-gaw things I think not worth my Extrinfic riches, or whate'er is vain, Serve only to amufe an empty brain: As pleafing dreams, which vanish with the light, And in enjoyment yield but falfe delight. The utmost of my wifh, kind heav'n, extends, Not to be great, but to be near my friends. A mod rate living in my native air Is all I afk: Let Cbbe too be there.

O cou'd I call her mine! near E's freams I'd live and die, nor envy filver Toxmes. W. R.

Some curious accounts being arrived, we bave "much hatened our poitical part.

An ODE for the NEW-YEAR. By COLLEY CIBBER, Efq;

RECITATIVE.

REfulgent God! with radiant fmiles,

Serene awake the infant year,

In promife that the queen of ifles,
Shall ages hence be still thy care.

AIR and CHORUS.

Her whiter cliffs while feas fhall beat,
The furge repell'd fhall roll the found
Of Albion's happiness compleat

To fhores of wond'ring worlds around.
Of mighty realms remote poffeft,
Defpotick princes hence fhall fee;
To make the monarch great and bleft,
The happy fubject must be free,

RECITATIVE.

Cou'd boundless pow'r, like Albion's king,
On publick welfare fix the mind;
What publick jealousy could fpring,
Or with fuch godlike pow'r confin'd?

AIR.

Serenely glorious GEORGE his fway Conciliates to his crown our hearts, And ev'ry law thofe hearts obey,

Proportion'd happiness imparts. To tell their wants, and afk relief, Is all the happy fubject's care; To grant the laws that heal the grief, Is more than kings defpotick dare.

RECITATIVE.

AIR.

SECT. I.

Exempli Gratia.

The uncle enters, (as the laws require)
Sans iffue dies; now the father heir
To's brother, not his Son; and this they call,
In terms of art, deftent collateral.

Coke's Comment fuperinde. Fol. 11. B.
The uncle enters (as the laws require)
And fo he muft, to make the father heir:
Elfe had the father claim'd as heir to's fon,
Which (as aforefaid) he cou'd ne'er have done:
SECT. IV.

The father's line, while they remain, prevent
The mother's line, in order of defcent:
Where the Son purchases, that fnatch'd away,
The mother's lineage will come next in play;
But if the fon were in as beir, the fame
Line fhall inherit whence his title came,
Be it from one or t'other; but if all
Become extinct, the lands by forfeit fall
Unto the lord, which we an efcbeat call.
Coke's Com. fo. 12. A. B.
Two bloods i'th' father, two i'th' mother run,
And all thefe four concenter in the fon;
The father's two must first be wholly spent,
Before the mother's can take by defcent;
For bis in law more worthy is, and near,
As Coke by good examples makes appear.
SECT. V.

The firft to all his brethren fhall inherit,
Because he is fo, which the law makes merit,
SECT. VI.

If two balf-brothers be, one of them buys
Lands in Fee-Simple, without iffue dies:
Now fhall they not to the Surviving fall,
But to his next of kin, collateral.

SECT. VII.

He further this illuftrates by another Example of whole fifter and half brother: And only aims to make it understood, That balf is no inheritable blood.

SECT. VIII.

A tenant feiz'd of lands in Simple-Fee,
Marry'd two quises, had by thofe venters, threes
Two by the first, a fon and daughter; one
He by the fecond had, and that a fon,
And dies. The eldeft fon into the lands
Enters, fans iffue dies, the right defcends
Unto the fifters, tho' th' balf brother were
The father's whole blood, and the father's heir!

ΜΑΧΙΜ.

Such entry makes the fifter heir, which the
Without her brother's entry could not be ;
Because the younger brother heir would be
Unto the father, who left had the fee.
But if two brothers be by diverfe venters
One dics fo feiz'd in fee, his uncle enters
And dies: Thefe lands fhall now the youngeft's be,
Who by his uncle's entry claims the fee.
SECT.

IX.

The Word inheritance as well is meant
Of lands acquir'd by purchaje as defcent:
For torits of right of our own purchafe bought,
Hereditas does tile, the lands we brought.

Note, The two Poems fign'd Amafius in this Mac.

are from different Correspondents, th
alf by Eliza in the Lady's Diary, and
fo find which we bot

not by the fame Ladj.