[THOMAS PARNELL, born in Ireland, 1679, a brilliant wit and poet, educated in Dublin, and after a distinguished career in London, determined to revisit Ireland, but died at Chester on his way to Ireland, and was interred there (as the register of Trinity Church states) on the 18th of October, 1718. Parnell was an accomplished scholar and a delightful companion. His Life was written by Goldsmith, who was proud of his distinguished countryman, considering him the last of the great school that had modelled itself upon the ancients. Parnell's works are of a miscellaneous nature-translations, songs, hymns, epistles, etc. His most celebrated piece is "The Hermit," familiar to most readers from their infancy. Pope pronounced it to be "very good;" and its sweetness of diction and picturesque solemnity of style must always please. His "Night-piece on Death," was indirectly preferred by Goldsmith to Gray's celebrated "Elegy;" but few men of taste or feeling will subscribe to such an opinion. In the "Night-piece," Parnell meditates among the tombs. Tired with poring over the pages of schoolmen and sages, he sallies out at midnight to the churchyard.] How deep yon azure dyes the sky! That steeple guides thy doubtful sight "Time was, The flat smooth stones that bear a name, THE HERMIT. Far in a wild, unknown to public view, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. And skies beneath with answering colours glow; But, if a stone the gentle sea divide, To find if books, or swains, report it right— He quits his cell; the pilgrim-staff he bore, And fixed the scallop in his hat before; The morn was wasted in the pathless grass, And long and lonesome was the wild to pass; But, when the southern sun had warmed the day, A youth came posting o'er a crossing way; And, Hail, my son!" the reverend sire replied. Words followed words, from question answer flowed, And talk of various kind deceived the road; Now sunk the sun; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober gray; Nature, in silence, bid the world repose, When, near the road, a stately palace rose. There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they pass, Whose verdure crowned their sloping sides with grass. It chanced the noble master of the dome Yet stiil the kindness, from a thirst of praise, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down, At length 'tis morn, and, at the dawn of day, Along the wide canals the zephyrs play; Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, And shake the neighbouring wood to banish sleep. Up rise the guests, obedient to the call, An early banquet decked the splendid hall; Rich luscious wine a golden goblet graced, Which the kind master forced the guests to taste. Then, pleased and thankful, from the porch they go; And, but the landlord, none had cause of woe; His cup was vanished; for in secret guise, The younger guest purloined the glittering prize. As one who spies a serpent in his way, Glistening and basking in the summer ray, Disordered stops to shun the danger near, Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear; So seemed the sire, when, far upon the road, And much he wished, but durst not ask to part; Murmuring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard That generous actions meet a base reward. While thus they pass, the sun his glory shrouds, The changing skies hang out their sable clouds ; A sound in air presaged approaching rain, And beasts to covert scud across the plain. Warned by the signs, the wandering pair re treat To seek for shelter at a neighboring seat. Its owner's temper timorous and severe, And o'er their heads loud rolling thunders ran; Here long they knock, but knock or call in vain, Driven by the wind, and battered by the rain. At length some pity warmed the master's breast 'Twas then his threshold first received a guest Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, Bread of the coarsest sort, with meagre wineEach hardly granted-served them both to dine ; And when the tempest first appeared to cease, In one so rich, a life so pure and rude; Lock the lost wealth a thousand want beside? But what new marks of wonder soon take place In every settling feature of his face. When, from his vest, the young companion bore |