TITLES.] Bafil Fielding, Earl of Denbigh, and of Defmond, Viscount Fielding, and of Callan, Baron Fielding, of Newnham-Padox, and Baron Fielding, of Lecaghe: A Lord of the King's Bedchamber, Master of his Majefty's Harriers and Foxhounds, and Colonel of the Warwickshire militia.

CREATIONS.] Baron Fielding, of Newnham-Padox, in com. Warw. and Viscount Fielding, Dec. 30 (1620) 18 Jac. I. Earl of the county of Denbigh, September 14 (1622) 20 Jac. I. (all English honours) Baron Fielding, of Lecaghe, Viscount Callan, and Earl of the county of Desmond, in Ireland, November 22 (1622) 20 Jac. A

Oft, in the filent hours of teeming thought, As flatt'ring profpects in his bofom wrought, Hope imag'd to his fight your starting tear, And brought the welcome plaudit to his ear! But, while he now revolves that mutual fame Should join the poet's and the actor's name, O! let him here one tender tribute pay, To early worth, untimely fnatch'd away! TO HIM, who cnce, alas! his fcene infpir'd, Whole foftnefs melted, and whose spirit fir'd! While to the friend this grateful debt he pays, Each gen'rous breaft will, fure, confirm the praife:

With you, his honeft zeal muft ftand approv'd, Which makes this off'ring to the man he lov'd.

Our gentler poet, in foft opera bred, Italian crotchets finging in his head, Winds, to a profp'rous end, the fine-drawn

tale,

And roars-but roars like any nightingale.→→→ Woman, whate'er the be,-maid, widow, wife,

A quiet woman is the charm of life:
And fure Cephifa was a gentle creature,
Full of the milk and honey of good-nature.
Imported for a spouse-by spouse refus'd!
Was ever maid fo fhamefully abus'd?

And yet, alas, poor Prince! I could not blame him

One wife, I knew, was full enough to tame him.

Ifmena, and Timanthes, and Olinthus
Might all be happy-for I chofe Cherinthus.

But what a barb'rous law was this of

Thrace!

How cruel there was each young Lady's cafe !
A virgin, plae'd upon the dreadfull roll,
A hapless virgin must have stood the poll,
But by Timanthes made a lucky bride,
Himena prudently difqualify'd.

Ladies, to you alone our author fues; "Tis yours to cherish, or condemn his mufe. The theatre's a mirror, and each play Should be a very looking-glas, they say; His looking-glafs reflects no moles or pimples, But fhews you full of graces, Einiles, and dimples.

If you approve yourselves, refolve to spare,
An, critics! then attack him, if ye dare.

A Letter from Miss GRACE VIZARD, te
Lady BAB EVERGREEN, at Bath.
Grosvenor Square, Tuesday, Feb. 27.
Dear Lady BAE,

INCE you long to be told of our fwest

SINC Emarquerade,

Of the jefts that were pass'd, and the tricks we all play'd,.

of

lights,

talk'd fo clever,

Inftru&ions to a STATUARY to erect the BUSTS of the IRISH POETS.

the reft.

Now, as for the women, why, nine out of ten So doubtful were clad, you might take them for men,

"Till, fhrewdly enough, 'twixt their knees and their necks,

For decency-fake they difcover'd their fex.

And call forth all the wonders of thy art;
In every line be deepest judgment fhewn,
And figure into life the breathing ftone;
Reeal to vigour bards of former days,
Whofe works have fill'd the mouth of Fame
with praise.

U

Far

Far on the right, beneath the cope of night, Where darkness feems juft bursting into light, Let Offine * stand; a spear his hand must grace, And honeft fears declare the warrior's face; Refign'd the glory of the bloody field,

No more he ftrikes in fight the founding fhield;

On fofter notes his martial fpirit moves,
Now courts the Mufes to the fhady groves;
Now calls the deeds of heroes into fame,
And ftrikes the harp to fome illustrious name;
Now falling warriors mark the bloody fray,
And fhields and fpears compofe the broken
lay.

In vain the mind on fingle features dwells, When all thy work with num'rous beauties fwells;

Chief fon of Song, to native truth reftor'd, And prov'd the prowess of thy father's fword; Oh might a bard of thofe degenerate days Bafk in thy beam, and brighten in thy blaze; No more fhouldst thou profaic creep the ground,

But rife to measure of Caftalian found.

Next, artist, let the buft of Spencer stand, And wave the magic circle round the land; Bring palfries, fteeds, fays, fairies, elves in fight,

And Knights and matrons mix in airy fight;
Sweet was his flowing fong the Fairy Tale,
Nor did the airy flights of Fancy fail;
Which, in the winding of a story told,
To barbarous ears the moral truths unfold.
Then place Rofcommon on a judgment-icat,
In spite of wealth and title truly great;
Prefcribing limits to the flights of fong,
And laws dictating to the rhyming throng?
Bidding to urge, or to refrain their course,
While his example does his laws inforce.

Let Congreve next Rofcommon hold his
place,

Whofe lines can boaft of fomething more than grace,

They give a lafting image of his mind, Soft, but not weak; and gentle, not too kind.

Now, artist, let thy wond'rous skill be known,

A keener chiffel, and a finer stone,
For Steele prepare; the Comic Muse difdains

From their light fcenes confounded Folly flies,
And a her train of Hydra monsters dies;
To just regard they rais'd the comic play,
And laugh'd the folly of the age away;
60 fine the stroke, the fatire cut fo keen,
The wound was mortal, tho' the edge not
feen.

In fome confpicuous place let Swift appear, Inferib'd with Drapier, Dean, or Gulliver; No matter which; his formidable looks

Muft tell mankind the fu! jet of his books;
Which, fill'd with wit, and keen fatiric rage,
Lash'd and improv'd, at once, an impious age.
On a tribunal likewife let him fit,
And fway his feeptre or the realms of wit;

Succeeding bards, thro' Swift, to fame mus climb,

And judge the measure of their wit by him : Fain would the Mufe her darling fon com mend,

A zealous patriot, and as firm a friend;
And fee, his country rears the lafting bust |},
And highly honours Swift's adored duft,
Who broke the chains by Party rage defign'd,
In abject ftate Ierne's fons to bind;
Whofe pen ftill ftrove her freedom to restore,
And burft the force of ill-defigning pow'r.

Sec, Parnel comes; prepare the poet's place;

Draw every virtue fmiling on his face ;
From envy free, from party, ftrife, and rage,
His face must be a picture of his page.
See, by his fide, a little Pope § appears,
And calls the poet into future years;
Amidst the learned circle of his friends
He ftands, and Parnel's moral page commends:
The world obey'd; for Oxford heard the
ftrain,

Nor Harley hears, nor Pope commends in vain.

Such were the bards who lays immortal

fung,

Tho' filent now remain the tuneful tongue;
While fuch as thefe Ierne calls her own,
Her fifter holds o'er Wit a double throne.
For numbers yet remain behind unnam'd,
For pointed wit and deepest judgment fam'd ;
Whom their own Mufe, tho' Gratitude ran
dry,

Deathlefs herself, forbids her fons to die.

Knightsbridge, March 16. MuSIDOR US.

* Offine, fon of Fionne M'Comhall, a great poet and warrior; he flourished in the third century.

His ftatue was lately erected in Dublin. Pope published them, and infcribed them to the Earl of Oxford.

APARAPHRASE on the 22d ODE of the Firft Book of HORACE. Addressed to Sir GEORGE SAVILLE, Bart. Integer vitæ, fcelerisque purus, &c.

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HE man whofe virtuous foul difdains
To cringe at Court for selfish gains ;
Who, to his King and country true,
No private int'reft has in view,
But boldly fpeaks, devoid of art,
The dictates of his honeft heart :
Dreads not a fav'rite's angry frown,
Nor fkulks in fear of being known;
Needs no black wig' his face to hide,
Nor fword to guard him at his fide.

When feated in the Senate, where
The venal N-n fills the chair;
And numbers carry each debate
To ruin, not to fave the State:
Still in his conscious virtue bold,
He leaves no fatal truth untold;

Truths!

CA

AN man in plenty thankless live, And take what Heaven vouchsafes to give?

With unconcern can he behold

Yon folar orb of dazzling gold,

And fee, unmov'd, each dying plant and flow's
Confefs the fiat of its vegetative pow'r ?
The lapfes of the chequer'd year
Can he review, and not revere ?
And, while with raptur'd eye he views
Things form'd, and vary'd to his ufe,
Can he in lordly riot wafte his days,
Nor from his heart ejaculate one note of
praife?

He can-whilft he unlicens'd roves

Thro' Sin's gay walks and tempting groves;
Whilft yet he quaffs from Pleasure's bowl
Spontaneous poison to his foul,

From vice to vice whilft yet he dares to roam, And recollective thought is abfent from her home.

Let us, my dear Stella! the garden furvey, And make our remarks on the flow'rs.

The gay gaudy tulip obferve as you walk,
How flaunting the glofs of its veft!
How proud! and how ftately it stands on its
ftalk,

In beauty's diversity dreft!

From the rofe, the carnation, the pink and the clove,

What odours delightfully spring! The fouth wafts a richer perfume to the grove, As he brushes the leavss with his wing.

Apart from the reft, in her purple array,
The violet humbly retreats;

In modeft concealment the peeps on the day,
Yet none can excel her in fweets:
So humble, that, tho' with unparallel'd grace
She might e'en a palace adorn,

She oft in the hedge hides her innocent face,
And grows at the foot of the thorn.

So beauty, my fair one! is doubly refin'd, When modefty heightens her charms; When meeknefs, like thine, adds a gem to her mind,

We long to be lock'd in her arms. Tho' Venus herfelf from her throne fhould defcend,

And the Graces await at her call, To thee the gay world would with preference bend,

And hail thee the Vi'let of all.

green :

Again the lark afcends the sky,
Winnows the air, and leffens on the eye.

The fwallow, that the meads forfook,
Revifits now, and skims along the brook.
The daw to fteeple-top ap-fprings,
And the rook fpreads his ventilating wings.
The feather'd tribe, on ev'ry spray,
Chant lively carols to the vernal day.

Each length'ning morn's diurnal light Beams fresher beauties on the raptur'd fight. The leaves hang cluft'ring on the trees, And Health comes riding on the tepid breefe. Where'er the goddess fans her way, Creation feels her univerfal fway.

The garden, moift with April show'rs, Teems with a family of laughing flow'rs. Not e'en a ray, or drop of rain,

But what impregnates, or that shines in vain. Yet though the bounteous hand of Heav'n, All-good, this liberality has giv'n,

Beyond our wishes amply kind,

Ingratitude ftill ftains the human mind.
Man fees, around, celestial pow'r,

And thanklefs taftes the bleffings of each

Fond wretch the fordid thought forbear, Nor to thy marrow felf confine thy care;

For know, the Deity, who gives to-day, To-night may blast thy crops, and snatch thy foul away.

Believe there is no man, however indifferent about the interefts of this country, who will not readily confefs that the fituation to which we are now reduced, whether it . has arifen from the violence of faction, or from an arbitrary fyftem of government, jultifies the most melancholy apprehenfions, and calls for the exertion of whatever wisdom or vigour is left among us. The K's anfwer to the Remonftrance of the City of London, and the measures fince adopted by the Ministry, amount to a plain declaration that the principle, on which Mr. Luttrell was feated in the House of Commons, is to be fupported in all its confequences, and carried to its utmoft extent. The fame fpirit, which violated the freedom of election, now invades the Declaration and Bill of Rights, and threatens to punish the subject for exercifing a privilege, hitherto undifputed, of petitioning the Crown. The grievances of the people are aggravated by infults; their com plaints not merely disregarded, but checked by authority; and every one of thofe acts, against which they remonftrated, confirmed by the K's decifive approbation. At fuch a moment no honeft man will remain filent or inactive. However diftinguished by rank or property, in the rights of freedom we are all equal. As we are Englishmen, the leaft confiderable man among us has an intereft, equal to the proudest Nobleman, in the laws and conftitution of his country, and is equally called upon to make a generous contribution in fupport of them; whether it be the heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. It is a common caufe in which we are all interested, in which we should all be engaged. The man who deferts it, at this alarming crifis, is an enemy to his country, and, what I think of infinitely lefs value, a traitor to his Sn. The fubject, who is truly loyal to the chief Magiftrate, will neither advise nor submit to arbitrary mea fures. The City of London have given an example, which, I doubt not, will be followed by the whole kingdom. The noble fpirit of the metropolis is the life-blood of the State, collected at the heart: From that point it circulates, with health and vigour, through every artery of the Conftitution. The time is come, when the body of the English people mauft affert their own cause : Conicious of their ftrength, and animated

by a fenfe of their duty, they will not farrender their birth-right to Minifters, Parliaments, or Kings.

The City of London have expreffed their fentiments with freedom and firmness; they have spoken truth boldly, and, in whatever light their remonftrance may be reprefented by Courtiers, I defy the most subtle lawyer in this country to point out a fingle inftance in which they have exceeded the truth. Even that affertion which we are told is most offenfive to Parliament, in the theory of the Englith Conftitution, is strictly true. If any part of the reprefentative body be not chofen by the people, that part vitiates and corrupts the whole. If there be a defect in the reprefentation of the people, that power which alone is equal to the making of laws in this country, is not complete, and the acts of Parliament, under that circumftance, are not the acts of a pure and intire Legiflature. I speak of the theory of our Conftitution; and whatever difficulties or inconveniences may attend the practice, I am ready to maintain, that, as far as the fact deviates from the principle, so far the practice is vicious and corrupt. I have not heard a queftion raised upon any other part of the Remonftrance. That the principle, on which the Middlesex election was determined, is more pernicious in its effects than either the levying of Ship-money by Charles the First, or the Sufpending Power affumed by his fon, will hardly be difputed by any man who understands or wishes well to the English Conftitution. It is not an ac of open violence done by the King, or any direct and palpable breach of the laws attempted by his Minifter, that can ever indanger the liberties of this country. Against fuch a King or Minifter the people would immediately take the alarm, and all parties unite to oppofe him. The laws may be grofsly violated in particular inftances, without any direct attack upon the whole fyftem. Facts of that kind stand alone; they are attributed to neceffity, not defended upon principle. We can never be really in danger, until the forms of Parliament are made ufe of to deftroy the fubftance of our civil and political liberties;

until Parliament itfelt betrays its truft, by contributing to eftablifh new principles of government, and employing the very wea pons, committed to it by the collective body, to ftab the Conftitution.

As for the terms of the Remonftrance, I prefume