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Huge dogs of Tibet bark in yonder grove,
Here parrots prate, there cats make cruel love;
In fome fair ifland will we turn to grafs
(With the Queen's leave) her elephant and afs.
Giants from Africa fhall guard the glades, [maids;
Where hifs our fnakes, where fport our Tartar
Or, wanting thefe, from Charlotte Hayes we bring
Damfels alike adroit to fport and fting.

For Him, that blefling of a better time,
The Mufe fhall deal awhile in brick and lime;
Surpass the bold AAEA®I in defign,
And o'er the Thames fling one ftupendous line
Of marble arches, in a bridge, that cuts
From Richmond Ferry flant to Brentford Butts.
Brentford with London's charms will we adorn
Brentford, the bishoprick of Parfon Horne.
There, at one glance, the royal eye shall meet
Each varied beauty of St. James's Street;
Stout T lbt there thall ply with hackney chair
And Patriot Betty fix her fruit-fhop there tt.
Like diftant thunder, now the coach of state
Rolls o'er the bridge, that groans beneath its
weight;

The Court hath crofs'd the ftream; the sports
Now N1 preaches of rebellion's fin: [begin,
And as the powers of his ftrong pathos rife,
Lo, brazen tears fall from Sir Fr's eyes ‡‡.
While, fkulking round the pews, that babe of
grace,

Now, to our lawns of dalliance and delight Join we the groves of horror and affright: This to achieve no foreign aids we try; Thy gibbets, Bagfhot! fhall our wants fupply; Hounflow, whofe heath fublimer terror fills, Shall with her gibbets lend her powder-mills. Here too, O King of Vengeance †, in thy fane, Tremendous Wilkes fhall rattle his gold cham; And round that fane, on many a Tyburn tree, Hang fragments dire of Newgate-history ; On this fhall Hell ́d's dying speech be read, Here B-te's confeflion, and his wooden head; While all the minor plunderers of the age, (Too numerous far for this contracted page) The R gys, ---S §, Mungos, B di ws there, In straw-ftuft effigy, fhall kick the air. But fay, ye powers, who come when fancy calls, Where fhall our mimic London rear her walls | The Eastern feature, Art muft next produce: Tho' not for prefent yet for future ufe, Our fons fome flave of greatnefs may behold, Caft in the genuine Afiatic mould: Who of three realms fhall condefcend to know No more than he can fpy from Windfor's brow; giants, in the habits of magicians." Page 42. "Sometimes, in this romantic excurfion, the paffenger finds himfelf in extenfive recefles, furrounded with arbours of jeffamine, vine, and rofes; where beauteous Tartarean damfels, in loofe tranfparent robes that flutter in the air, prefent him with rich wines, &c. and invite him to taste the sweets of retirement on Perfian carpets, and beds of Camufakin down." Page 40.

Who ne'er before at fermon fhew'd his face,
Sce Jemmy Twitcher ihambles; ftop! ftop thief§§?
He's ftol'n the E of Dnb h's handkerchief.
Let Brrt n arreft him in mock fury|| ||,
And Md hang the knave ¶¶ without a jury.
But hark! the voice of battle fhouts from far,
The Jews and Macaronis are at war ****: [stocks,
The Jews prevail, and, thund'ring from the
They feize, they bind, they circumcife+++Cs F.
Fair Schwn fmiles the fport to fee,

And all the Maids of Honour cry Te-he‡‡‡!

"Their scenes of terror are compofed of gloomy woods, &c. Gibbers, croffes, wheels, and the whole apparatus of torture are feen from the roads. Here too they conceal in cavities, on the fummits of the highest mountains, founderies, lime-kiins, and glass-works, which fend forth large volumes of flame, and continued columns of thick fmoke, that give to thefe mountains the appearance of volcanos." Page 37. "Here the paffenger from time to time is furprifed with repeated fhocks of electrical impulfe; the earth trembles under him by the power of confined air," &c. Page 39. Now to produce both these effects, viz. the appearance of volcanos and earthquakes, we have here fubmitted the occafional explofion of a powder-mill, which (if there be not too much fimplicity in the contrivance) it is apprehended will at once answer all the purposes of lime-kilns and electrical machines, and imitate thunder and the explosion of cannon into the bargain. Vide page 40.

"In the most difmal receffes of the woods, are temples dedicated to the King of Vengeance, near which are placed pillars of ftone, with pathetic defcriptions of tragical events; and many acts of cruelty perpetrated there by outlaws and robbers." Page 37.

This was written when Mr. Wilkes was Sheriff of London, and when it was to be feared he would rattle his chain a year longer as Lord Mayor.

Martins. The afterifms will be eafily fupplied.

"There is likewife in the fame garden, via. Yven-Ming Yven, near Pekin, a fortified town, with its ports, ftreets, public fquares, temples, markets, shops, and tribunals of justice; in fhort, with every thing that is at Pekin, only on a fmaller fcale. In this town the Emperors of China, who are too much the flaves of their greatness to appear in public, and their women, who are fecluded from it by cuftom, are frequently diverted with the hurry and buttle of the capital which is here reprefented, feveral times in the year, by the eunuchs. of the palace." Page 22.

Sir William's enormous account of Chinese bridges, too long to be here inferted. Vide page 53. **"Some of thefe eunuchs perfonate porters." Page 22.

++Fruits and all forts of reireshments are cried about the streets in this mock city." Page 33.

"Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek." Milton.

Neither are thieves, pickpockets, and sharpers forgot in thefe feftivals; that noble profeffion is ufually

allotted to a good number of the mott dextrous eunuchs!" Vide ibid.

"The watch feizes on the culprit." Vide ibid.

11"He is conveyed before the Judge, and fometimes feverely baftinadoed." Ibid."

*** "Quarrels happen-battles enfue." Ibid.

+++"Every liberty is permitted, there is no diftinction of perfons." Ibid.

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‡‡‡ "This is done to divert his Imperial Majefty, and the ladies of his train." Vide ibid.

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Be thefe the rural paftimes that attend Great Binfwk's leifure: thefe fhall beft unbend His royal mind, whenc'er, from frate withdrawn, He treads the velvet of his Richmond lawn; Thefe fhall prolong his Afiatic dream, Tho' Europe's balance trembles on its beam. And thou, Sir William while thy plaftic hand Creates cach wonder, which thy Bard has plaun'd; While, as thy art commands, obfequious rite Whate'er can pleafe, or frighten, or furprise, O! let that Bard his Knight's protection claim, And share, like faithful Sancho, Quixote's fame.

$145. Pleafures of Memory; a Poem.

By SAMUEL ROGERS, Fq.

DOWN by yon hazel copfe, at evening, blaz'd
The Giply's faggot-there we food and gaz'd,
Gaz'd on her fun-burnt face with filent awe,
Her tatter'd mantle, and her hood of ftraw;
Her moving lips, her caldron brimming o'er;
The drowly brood that on her back the bore,
Imps, in the barn with moufing owlet bred,
From rifled rooft at nightly revel fed;
Whole dark eyes flafh'd thro' locks of blackeft
fhade,

When in the breeze the diftant watch-dog bay'd:
And heroes fled the Sybil's mutter'd call,
Whofe elfin prowefs fcal'd the orchard-wall.
As o'er my palm the filver picce fhe drew,
And trac'd the line of life with fearching view,
How throbb'd my fluttering pulfe with hopes and
fears,

To learn the colour of my future years!

Ah, then, what honeft triumph flush'd my

breaft!

This truth once known-To blefs is to be bleft!
We led the bending beggar on his way;
(Bare were his feet, his treffes filver-gray)
Sooth'd the keen pangs his aged fpirit felt,
And on his tale with mute attention dwelt.
As in his fcrip we dropp'd our little sto e,
And wept to think that little was no more,
He breath'd his pray 'r, "Long may such goodness
"live!"

'Twas all he gave, 'twas all he had to give.

But hark! thro' thofe old firs, with fullen fwell [well! The church-clock ftrikes! ye tender fcenes, fareIt calls me hence, beneath their fhade to trace The few fond lines that Time may foon efface. On yon gray ftone, that fronts the chancel-door, Worn fmooth by bufy feet now feen no more, Each eve we fhot the marble thro' the ring, When the heart danc'd, and life was in its fpring; Alas! unconfcious of the kindred earth, That faintly echoed to the voice of mirth.

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When not a diftant taper's twinkling ray
Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way;
When not a fheep-bell footh'd his liftening ear,
And the big rain-drops told the tempeft near;
Then did his horfe the homeward track deicry,
The track that shunn'd his fad, inquiring eye;
And win each wavering purpose to relent,
With warmth fo mild, fo gently violent,
That his charm'd hand the careless rein refign'd,
And doubts and terrors vanith'd from his mind.
Recall the traveller, whofe alter'd form
Has borne the buffet of the mountain-storm;
And who will first his fond impatience meet>
His faithful dog's already at his feet!
Yes, tho' the porter fpurn him from his door,
Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more,
His faithful dog fhall tell his joy to each,
With that mute eloquence which paffes speech.
And fee, the mafter but returns to die!
Yet who fhall bid the watchful fervant fly?
The blafts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth,
The wanton infults of unfeeling mirth;
Thefe, when to guard Misfortune's facred grave,
Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.

Led by what chart, tranfpo.ts the timid dove
The wreaths of conqueft, or the vows of love?
Say,thro' the clouds what compafs points her flight?
Monarchs have gaz'd, and nations blefs'd the fight.
Pile rocks on rocks, bid woods and mountains rife,
Eclipfe her native fhades, her native skies;-
'Tis vain! thro' Ether's pathlefs wilds the goes,
And lights at laft where all her cares repofe.

Sweet bird! thy truth fhall Harlem's walls atteft, And unborn ages confeciate thy neft. When with the filent energy of grief, With looks that a.k'd, yet dar'd not hope relief, Want, with her babes, round generous Valour

clung,

To wring the flow furrender from his tongue, 'Twas thine to animate her closing eye; Alas' 'twas thine perchance the first to die, Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcom'd from the sky.

$147. From the Same. WHEN the blithe fon of Savoy, roving round With humble wares and pipe of merry found, From his green vale and fhelter'd cabin hies, And fcales the Alps to vifit foreign skies; Tho' far below the forked lightnings play, And at his feet the thunder dies away, Oft, in the faddle rudely rock'd to fleep, While his mule browfes on the dizzy ficep, With Memory's aid, he fits at home, and fees His children fport beneath their native trees, And beads, to hear their cherub-voices call, O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall.

But can her fimile with gloomy Madness dwell! Say, can fhe chafe the horrors of his cell? Each fiery flight on Frenzy's wing reftrain, And mould the coinage of the fever'd brain ? Pafs but that grate, which fearce a gleam fupples, There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies!

He,

He, whofe arrefting hand fublimely wrought
Each bold conception in the fphere of thought;
Who from the quarried mafs, like Phidias, drew
Forms ever fair, creations ever new!

But, as he fondly fnatch'd the wreath of Fame,
The fpectre Poverty unnerv'd his frame.
Cold was her grafp, a withering fcowl fhe wore;
And Hope's foft energies were felt no more.
Yet ftill how feet the foothings of his art!
From the rude ftone what bright ideas ftart!
Ev'n now he claims the amaranthine wreath,
With fcenes that glow, with images that breathe!
And whence thefe fcenes, thefe images, declare.
Whence but from Her who triumphs o'er defpair:
Awake, arife! with grateful fervour fraught,
Go, fpring the mine of elevated thought.
He who, thro' Nature's various walk, furveys
The good and fair her faultlefs line pourtrays;
Whole mind, prophan'd by no unhallow'd gueft,|
Culls from the crowd the purcft and the best;
May range, at will, bright Fancy's golden clime,
Or, mufing, mount where Science fits fublime,
Or wake the spirit of departed Time.
Who acts thus wifely, mark the moral muse,
A blooming Eden in his life reviews!
So richly cultur'd every native grace,
Its feanty limits he forgets to trace:
But the fond fool, when evening fhades the fky,
Turns but to start, and gazes but to figh!
The weary wafte, that lengthen'd as he ran,
Fades to a blank, and dwindles to a span !

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Ah! who can tell the triumphs of the mind, By truth illumin'd, and by tafte refin'd? When Age has quench'd the eye and clos'd the ear, Still nerv'd for action in her native sphere, Oft will the rife-with fearching glance purfue Some long-lov'd image vanish'd from her view; Dart thro' the deep receffes of the past, O'er dusky forms in chains of flumber caft; With giant-grafp fling back the folds of night, And fnatch the faithlefs fugitive to light.

So thro' the grove th' impatient mother flies, Each faniefs glade, each fecret pathway tries; Till the light leaves the truant-boy disclose, Long on the wood-mots ftretch'd in sweet repofe.

$148. From the Same.

OFT may the fpirits of the dead defcend,

To watch the filent flumbers of a friend;
To hover round his evening-walk unfeen,
And hold fweet converfe on the dusky green;
To hail the spot where first their friendship grew,
And heav'n and nature open'd to their view!
Oft, when he trims his cheerful hearth, and fees
A fmiling circle emulous to pleafe;
There may thefe gentle guefts delight to dwell,
And blefs the fcene they lov'd in life fo well!
Oh thou! with whom my heart was wont to
share

From Reafon's dawn each pleasure and each care;
With whom, alas! 1 fondly hop'd to know
Th humble walks of happiness below;

If thy bleft nature now unites above
An angel's pity with a brother's love,
| Still o'er my life preferve thy mild controul,
Correct my views, and elevate my foul;
Grant me thy peace and purity of mind,
Devout yet cheerful, active yet refign'd;
Grant me, like thee, whofe heart knew no disguife,
Whofe blame lefs wifhes never aim'd to rife,
To meet the changes Time and Chance prefent,
With modeft dignity and calm content.
When thy last breath, ere Nature funk to reft,
Thy meek fubmiffion to thy God exprefs'd;
When thy laft look, ere thought and feeling fled,
A mingled gleam of hope and triumph thed;
What to thy foul its glad affurance gave,
Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave >
The fweet Remembrance of unblemish'd youth,
The infpiring voice of Innocence and Truth!

Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustlefs mine
From age to age unnumber'd treasures fhine!
Thought and her thadowy brood thy call obey,
And Place and Time are subject to thy fway!
Thy pleasures moft we feel, when mott alone;
The only pleafures we can call our own.
Lighter than air, Hope's fummer-vifions die,
If but a fleeting cloud obfcure the fky;
If but a beam of fober Reafon play,
Lo, Fancy's fairy froft-work melts away!
But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power,
Snatch the rich relics of a well-fpent hour?
Thefe,when the trembling fpitit wings her fight,
Pour round her path a stream of living light;
And gild thofe pure and perfect realms of reft,
Where Virtue triumphs, and her fons are bleft!

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Sweet drop of pure and pearly light!
In thee the rays of Virtue thine:
More calmly clear, more mildly bright,
Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Benign restorer of the foul!
Who ever fly'ft to bring relief,
When firft the feels the rude controul
Of Love or Pity, Joy or Grief.
The fage's and the poet's theme,
Thou charm ft in Fancy's idle dream,
In every clime, in every age;
In Reafon's philofophic page.
That very law which moulds a tear,
And bids it trickle from its fource,
That law preferves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their courfe.

* The law of Gravitation.

§ 150. A Sketch of the Alps at Day-break. From the Same.

THE fun-beams ftreak the azure skies,

And line with light the mountain's brow: With hounds and horns the hunters rife, And chafe the roebuck thro' the fnow. From rock to rock, with giant-bound, High on their iron poles they pafs; Mute, left the air, convuls'd by found, Rend from above a frozen mafs*. The goats wind flow their wonted way, Up craggy fteeps and ridges rude; Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey, From defert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply, The huts peep o'er the morning-cloud, Perch'd, like an eagle's neft, on high.

$151. A Wib. From the Same. MINE be a cot befide the hill;

A bee-hive's hum fhall footh my ear;
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
With many a fall, fhall linger near.
The fwallow, oft, beneath my thatch,
Shall twitter from her clay-built neft;
Oft fhall the pilgrim lift the latch,
And fhare my meal, a welcome guest
Around my ivied porch fhall spring
Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;
And Lucy, at her wheel, fhall fing,
In ruffet gown and
blue.

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The village-church, among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were giv'n, With merry peals fhall fwell the breeze, And point with taper fpire to heav'n.

§ 152. An Ode on Clafic Education†.
DOWN the fteep abrupt of hills

Furious foams the headlong tide.
Thro' the meads the ftreamlet trills,
Swelling flow in gentle pride.
Ruin vaft and dread difmay
Mark the clam'rous cataract's way.
Glad increafe and fweets benign
Round the riv'let's margin fhine.

Youth with ftedfaft eye perufe
Scenes to leffon thee difplay'd;
Yes-in thefe the moral Mufe
Bids thee fee thyfelf pourtray'd.
Thou with headstrong wafteful force
Mayft reflect the torrent's course;
Or refemble ftreams, that flow
Bleft and bleffing as they go.

Infant fenfe to all our kind

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Who fhall make the current ftray
Smooth along the channeli'd way?
Who fhall, as it runs, refine?
Who? but CLASSIC DISCIPLINE
She, whatever fond defire,
Stubborn deed or guileful fpeech,
Inexperience might infpire,
Or abfurd indulgence teach,
Timely cautious thall reftrain,
Bidding childhood hear the rein
She with fport fhall labour mix,
She excurfive fancy fix.

Prime fupport of learned lore,
PERSEVERANCE joins her train,
Pages oft turn'd o'er and o'er
Turning o'er and o'er again;
Giving, in due form of ichool,
Speech its meafure, pow'r, and rule
Meanwhile mem'ry's treasures grow
Great, tho' gradual; fure, tho' flow.
Patient CARE by just degrees
Word and image learns to clafs;
Thofe compounds, and fep'rates thefe,
As in ftrict review they pafs
Joins, as various features trike,
Fit to fit and like to like,
Till in meek array advance
Concord, Method, Elegance.

TIME meanwhile, from day to day,
Fixes deeper Virtue's root;
Whence, in long fucceffion gay,
Bloffoms many a lively fhoot:
Meek OBEDIENCE, following fill,
Frank and glad, a Mafter's will;
Modeft CANDOUR, hearing prone
Any judgement fave its own:

EMULATION, whose keen eye
Forward ftill and forward ftrains,
Nothing ever deeming high
While a higher hope remains:
SHAME ingenuous, native, free,
Source of conscious dignity :
ZEAL impartial to purfue
Right, and juft, and good and true.
Thefe and ev'ry kindred grace
More and more perfection gain;
While ATTENTION toils to trace
Grave record or lofty strain;
Learning how, in Virtue's pride,
Sages liv'd or heroes died;
Marking how in Virtue's cause
Genius gave and won applaufc.

Thus with EARLY CULTURE bleft,
Thus to early rule inur'd,
Infancy's expanding breast

Glows with fenfe and pow'rs matur`d.
Whence, if future merit raife

Private love, or public praise,

Thine is all the work-be thine

The glory-CLASSIC DISCIPLINE.

There are paffes in the Alps, where the guides tell you to move on with fpeed, and fay nothing, k the agitation of the air fhould loofen the fnows above. GRAY, fect. v. let. 4.

Spoken in the year 1794 at the annual Vifitation of Dr. Knox's School at Tunbridge.

Audit currus habenas. VIRG.

END OF THE SECOND BOOK.

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