Of ancient race by birth, but nobler yet
In his own worth, and without title great :
The Sanhedrim long time as chief he ruled;
Their reason guided, and their passion cooled :
So dextrous was he in the crown's defence,
So formed to speak a loyal nation's sense,
That as their band was Israel's tribes in small,
So fit was he to represent them all.
Now rasher charioteers the seat ascend,
Whose loose careers his steady skill commend.
They, like the unequal ruler of the day,
Misguide the seasons, and mistake the way,
While he withdrawn, at their mad labour smiles,
And safe enjoys the sabbath of his toils.

A DREAM.
Two friends or brothers, with devout intent,
On some far pilgrimage together went.
It happened so that, when the sun went down,
They just arrived by twilight at a town;
That day had been the baiting of a bull,
'Twas at a feast, and every inn so full
That no void room, in chamber, or on ground,
And but one sorry bed was to be found;
And that so little it would hold but one,
Though till this hour they never lay alone.

So they were forced to part; one stayed behind,
His fellow sought what lodging he could find :
At last he found a stall where oxen stood,
And that he rather chose than lie abroad.
'Twas in a farther yard without a door,
But, for his ease, well littered was the floor.

His fellow, who the narrow bed had kept,
Was weary, and without a rocker slept;
Supine's he snored; but in the dead of night
He dreamt his friend appeared before his sight,
Who with a ghastly look and doleful cry,
Said, Help me, brother, or this night I die;
Arise and help, before all help be vain,
Or in an ox's stall I shall be slain.

Roused from his rest, he wakened in a start;
Shivering with horror, and with aching heart;
At length to cure himself by reason tries ;
'Tis but a dream, and what are dreams but lies ?
So sinking, changed his side, and closed his eyes.

18 supine, on his back

His dream returns ; his friend appears again :
The murderers come, now help, or I am slain.
'Twas but a vision still, and visions are but vain.
He dreamt a third: but now his friend appeared
Pale, naked, pierced with wounds, with blood besmeared;
Thrice warned, awake, said he, relief is late,
The deed is done; but thou revenge my fate:
Tardy of aid, unseal thy heavy eyes,
Awake, and with the dawning day arise :
Take to the western gate thy ready way,
For by that passage they my corpse convey :
My corpse is in a tumbril laid, among
The filth and ordure and enclosed with dung:
That cart arrest, and raise a common cry;
For sacred's hunger of my gold I die :
Then showed his grisly wound : and last he drew
A piteous sigh, and took a long adieu.

The frighted friend arose by break of day,
And found the stall where his late fellow lay.
Then of his impious host inquiring more,
Was answered that his guest was gone before :
Muttering, he went, said he, by morning light,
And much complained of his ill rest by night.
This raised suspicion in the pilgrim's mind,
Because all hosts are of an evil kind,
And oft to share the spoils with robbers joined.

His dream confirmed his thought ; with troubled look,
Straight to the western gate his way he took ;
There, as his dream foretold, a cart he found,
That carried compost forth to dung the ground.
This when the pilgrim saw, he stretched his throat,
And cried out murder, with a yelling note.
My murdered fellow in this cart lies dead,
Vengeance and justice on the villain's head.
Ye magistrates, who sacred law dispense,
On you I call to punish this offence.

The word thus given, within a little space
The mob came roaring out, and thronged the place.
All in a trice they cast the cart to ground,
And in the dung the murdered body found ;
Though breathless, warm, and reeking from the wound.

Good heaven, whose darling attribute we find,
Is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind,
Abhors the cruel; and the deeds of night
By wondrous ways reveals in open light;

19 sacred, here means accursed.

Murder may pass unpunished for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
And oft a speedier pain the guilty feels :
The hue and cry of heaven pursues him at his heels.
Fresh from the fact, as in the present case,
The criminals are seized upon the place :
Carter and host confronted face to face.
Stiff in denial, as the law appoints,
On engines they distend their tortured joints :
So was confession forced, the offence was known,
And public justice on the offenders done.

VENI CREATOR 20.
CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit every pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make thy temples worthy Thee.
O source of uncreated light,
The Father's promised Paraclete)!
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire,
Come, and thy sacred unction bring
To sanctify us while we sing.
Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy sevenfold energy!
Thou strength of His Almighty hand,
Whose power does heaven and earth command.
Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who dost the gift of tongues dispense,
And crownst thy gifts with eloquence.
Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, oh inflame and fire our hearts !
Our frailties help, our vice control,
Submit the senses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thine hand, and hold them down.
Chase from our minds the infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And, lest our feet should step astray,

Protect and guide us in the way. 20« Come, Creator;" the title is 21 Paraclete, a Greek word, signify. taken from the first two words of the ing “comforter." Latin hymn:

Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe:
Give us thyself, that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by Thee.
Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend the Almighty Father's name :
The Saviour Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died :
And equal adoration be.
Eternal Paraclete, to Thee!

THOMAS PARNELL Was born in Dublin A.D. 1679; he was educated in the Irish University, and having taken orders, received the Archdeaconry of Clogher. He was intimate with all the illustrious writers usually termed the wits of Queen Anne's age." and was a contributor to the Spectator. He died at Chester, on hia way to Ireland A.D. 1717.

His poems are distinguished by ease, sprightliness and melodious versification, but still more so for their elegant sentiments and pure morality.

THE HERMIT'.

Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a reverend Hermit grew;
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well:
Remote from men, with God he passed his days,
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

A life so sacred, such serene repose,
Seemed heaven itself, till one suggestion rose;

That Vice should triumph, Virtue Vice obey,
This sprung some doubt of Providence's sway;
His hopes no more a certain prospect boast,
And all the tenor of his soul is lost :
So when a smooth expanse receives imprest
Calm nature's image on its watery breast,
Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow,
And skies beneath with answering colours glow;
But if a stone the gentle sea divide,
Swift ruffling circles curl on every side,
And glimmering fragments of a broken sun,
Banks, trees, and skies, in thick disorder run.

To clear this doubt, to know the world by sight,
To find if books or swains report it right,
(For yet by swains' alone the world he knew,
Whose feet came wandering o'er the nightly dew,)
He quits his cell; the pilgrim staff he bore,
And fixed the scallops in his hat before ;
Then with the sun a rising journey went,
Sedate to think, and watching each event.

The morn was wasted in thu pathless grass,
And long and lonesome was the wild to pass ;

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