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With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes,

“ Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, And bless'd the cot where ev'ry pleasure rose;

“ To tempt the dang 'rous gloom; And kiss'd her thoughtless babes with many a tear, For yonder faithless phantom flies And clasp'd them close, in sorrow doubly dear ;

To lure thee to thy doom.
Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief
In all the silent inanliness of grief.

“ Here to the houseless child of want O Luxury! thou curs'd by heav'n's decree,

My door is open still ; How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee !

And though my portion is but scant,
How do thy potions, with insidious joy,

I give it with good will.
Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy !
Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatness grown,

“ Then turn to-night, and freely share Boast of a florid vigour not their own :

Whate'er my cell bestows; At ev'ry draught more large and large they grow, My rushy couch and frugal fare, A bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe;

My blessing and repose. Till sapp'd their strength, and ev'ry part unsound, Down, down they sink, and spread a ruin round. “ No flocks that range the valley free E'en now the devastation is begun,

To slaughter I condemn : And half the bus'ness of destruction done ;

Taught by that Pow'r that pities me, E’en now, methinks, as pond'ring here I stand,

I learn to pity them : I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, “ But from the mountain's grassy side That idly waiting flaps with ev'ry gale,

A guiltless feast I bring ; Downward they move, a melancholy band,

A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand.

And water from the spring.
Contented toil, and hospitable care,
And kind connubial tenderness, are there ;

“ Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; And piety with wishes placed above,

All earth-born cares are wrong: And steady loyalty, and faithful love.

Man wants but little here below,
And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid,

Nor wants that little long."
Still first to fly where sensual joys invade !
Unfit, in these degen’rate times of shame,

Soft as the dew from Heav'n descends, To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame,

His gentle accents fell ; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decry'd,

The modest stranger lowly bends,
My shame in crowds, my solitary pride;

And follows to the cell.
Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so;

Far in a wilderness obscure
Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel,

The lonely mansion lay; Thou nurse of ev'ry virtue, fare thee well ;

A refuge to the neighbouring poor,
Farewell! and O! where'er thy voice be try'd,

And strangers led astray.
On Torno's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side,
Whether where equinoctial fervours glow,

No stores beneath its humble thatch
Or winter wraps the polar world in snow,

Requir'd a master's care ; Still let thy voice, prevailing over time,

The wicket, op'ning with a latch,
Redress the rigours of th' inclement clime;

Receiv'd the harmless pair.
Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain,
Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain;

And now when busy crowds retire
Teach him that states, of native strength possest,

To take their ev'ning rest, Though very poor, may still be very blest ;

The hermit trimm'd his little fire,
That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay,

And cheer'd his pensive guest :
As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away;
While self-dependent pow'r can time defy,

And spread his vegetable store,
As rocks resist the billows and the sky.

And gaily prest, and smild;
And, skill'd in legendary lore,

The ling'ring hours beguild.
Around in sympathetic mirth

Its tricks the kitten tries;

The cricket chirrups in the hearth,

The crackling faggot Aies.


But nothing could a charm impart

To soothe the stranger's woe;
For grief was heavy at his heart,

And tears began to flow.

“ Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,

And guide my lonely way,
To where yon taper cheers the vale

With hospitable ray.
“ For here forlorn and lost I tread,

With fainting steps and slow;
Where wilds, immeasurably spread,

Seem length’ning as I go.'

His rising cares the hermit spy'd,

With answ'ring care opprest : “ And whence, unhappy youth,” he cry'd,

“ The sorrows of thy breast ?

“ From better habitations spurn'd,

“ The blossom op'ning to the day, Reluctant dost thou rove;

The dews of Heav'n refin'd, Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,

Could nought of purity display Or unregarded love?

To emulate his mind. “ Alas! the joys that fortune brings

“ The dew, the blossoms of the tree, Are trifling, and decay;

With charms inconstant shine; And those who prize the paltry things,

Their charms were his; but, woe to me, More trifling things than they.

Th' inconstancy was mine! « And what is friendship but a name,

“ For still I try'd each fickle art, A charm that lulls to sleep;

Importunate and vain; A shade that follows wealth or fame,

And while his passion touch'd my heart, And leaves the wretch to weep?

I triumph'd in his pain. “ And love is still an emptier sound,

“ Till, quite dejected with my scorn, The modern fair-one's jest :

He left me to my pride ; On Earth unseen, or only found

And sought a solitude forlorn To warm the turtle's nest.

In secret, where he dy'd.

“ For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush,

And spurn the sex," he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush

His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Surpris'd he sees new beauties rise,

Swift mantling to the view;
Like colours o'er the morning skies,

As bright, as transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breast,

Alternate spread alarms :
The lovely stranger stands confest,

A maid in all her charms.

“ But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,

And well my life shall pay;
I'll seek the solitude he sought,

And stretch me where he lay.
“ And there forlorn, despairing, hid,

I'll lay me down and die;
'T was so for me that Edwin did,

And so for him will I.”
“ Forbid it, Heav'n!” the hermit cry'd,

And clasp'd her to his breast :
The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide, -

'Twas Edwin's self that preste

“ And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,

A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd; “ Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude

Where Heav'n and you reside. “ But let a maid thy pity share,

Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair

Companion of her way.
“ My father liv'd beside the Tyne,

A wealthy lord was he;
And all his wealth was mark'd as mine,

He had but only me.
« To win me from his tender arms

Unnumber'd suitors came,
Who prais'd me for imputed charms,

And felt, or feign'd a flame.
“ Each hour a mercenary crowd

With richest proffers strove; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,

But never talk'd of love,

“ Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

My charmer, turn to see
Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,

Restor'd to love and thee.
“ Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

And ev'ry care resign :
And shall we never, never part,

My life - my all that's mine?
“ No, never, from this hour to part,

We 'll live and love so true,
The sigh that rends thy constant heart

Shall break thy Edwin's too."



“ In humble, simplest habit clad,

No wealth or pow'r had he; Wisdom and worth were all he had,

But these were all to me.

Of old, when Scarron his companions invited,
Each guest brought his dish, and the feast oss

If our landlord * supplies us with beef and with
Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the

best dish : Our deant shall be ven’son, just fresh from the plsins; Our Burket shall be tongue, with the garnish of


“ And when, beside me in the dale,

He carol'd lays of love,
His breath lent fragrance to the gale,

And music to the grove.

* The master of St. James's coffee-house, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterised in this Poem, occasionally dined. + Dr. Barnard, Dean of Derry, in Ireland.

Mr. Edmund Burke.

vour :


Our Will * shall be wild fowl, of excellent flavour ; Still aiming at honour, yet fearing to roam,
And Dick † with his pepper shall heighten the sa- The coachman was tipsy, the chariot drove home;

Would you ask for his merits ? alas ! he had none; Our Cumberland's f sweet-bread its place shall What was good was spontaneous, his faults were his obtain ;

(sigh at ; And Douglas S is pudding, substantial and plain : Here lies honest Richard *, whose fate I must Our Garrick's || a sallad; for in him we see Alas! that such frolic should now be so quiet : Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree :

What spirits were his! what wit and what whim, To make out the dinner, full certain I am

Now breaking a jest, and now breaking a limb! That Ridge is anchovy, and Reynolds ** is lainb; Now wrangling and grumbling to keep up the ball ! That Hickey's ft a capon; and, by the same rule, Now teasing and vexing, yet laughing at all ! Magnanimous Goldsmith, a gooseberry fool. In short, so provoking a devil was Dick, At a dinner so various, at such a repast,

That we wish'd him full ten times a day at old Nick; Who'd not be a glutton, and stick to the last ? But, missing his mirth and agreeable vein, Here, waiter, more wine, let me sit while I'm able, As often we wish'd to have Dick back again. Till all my companions sink under the table; Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, Then, with chaos and blunders encircling my head, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts; Let me ponder, and tell what I think of the dead. A flatt'ring painter, who made it his care

Here lies the good dean, re-united to earth, To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with His gallants are all faultless, his women divine, mirth;

And Comedy wonders at being so fine : If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt, Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd her out, At least in six weeks I could not find them out; Or rather like Tragedy giving a rout. Yet some have declar'd, and it can't be denied 'em, His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em. Of virtues and feelings, that folly grows proud; Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was And coxcombs, alike in their failings, alone, such,

Adopting his portraits, are pleas’d with their own. We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Say, where has our poet this malady caught? Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, Or wherefore his characters thus without fault? And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Say, was it that vainly directing his view Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, throat

Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, To persuade Tommy Townshend #1 to lend him a He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself ? vote;

Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax, Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on re- The scourge of impostors, the terror of quacks : fining,

Come, all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines, And thought of convincing, while they thought of Come, and dance on the spot where your tyrant redining;

clines : Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; When satire and censure encircled his throne ; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit ; I fear'd for your safety, I fear'd for my own: For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge disobedient; But now he is gone, and we want a detector, And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. Our Dodds + shall be pious, our Kenricks # shall n short, 't was his fate, unemploy'd, or in place,


Macpherson & write bombast, and call it a style ; to eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor. Our Townshend make speeches, and I shall compile; Here lies honest William, whose heart was a New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross mint,

over, Vhile the owner ne'er knew half the good that was No countryman living their tricks to discover; in 't;

Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along, And Scotchman meet Scotchman, and cheat in the Jis conduct still right, with his argument wrong;


Here lies David Garrick, describe him who can, • Mr. William Burke, Secretary to General Con- An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man: -ay, and Member for Bedwin.

As an actor, confest without rival to shine ; † Mr. Richard Burke, Collector of Grenada. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line! | Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, ndian, Fashionable Lover, The Brothers, and The man had his failings- a dupe to his art. Eher dramatic pieces.

§ Dr. Douglas, Bishop of Salisbury, who no * Mr. Richard Burke. This gentleman having ss distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, slightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at difan a sound critic, in detecting several literary ferent times, the Doctor has rallied him on those istakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen ; accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breakarticularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's ing his jests upon other people. (istory of the Popes.

+ The Rev. Dr. Dodd. || David Garrick, Esq.

| Dr. Kenrick, who read lectures at the Devil q Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belong. Tavern, under the title of The School of Shakg to the Irish bar.

speare. ** Sir Joshua Reynolds.

$ James Macpherson, Esq. who, from the mere ++ An eminent attorney.

force of his style, wrote down the first poet of all T. Townshend, Member for Whitchurch, antiquity.


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Like an ill-judging beauiy, his colours he spread, Then what was his failing ? come, tell it, and burn And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.

ye, — On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting ; He was, could he help it ? a special attorney. 'T was only that when he was off he was acting. Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He has not left a wiser or better behind: He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; If they were not his own by finessing and trick : Still born to improve us in every part, He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart: For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, back.

When they judg'd without skill he was still hard of Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came,

bearing ;

(and stuti, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggio Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, He shifted his trumpet t, and only took snuff. Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye Kenricks, ye Kellys ", and Woodfalls + so

STANZAS ON WOMAN. grave, What a commerce was yours, while you got and


When lovely woman stoops to folly, How did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that you And finds too late that inen betray, rais'd,

(prais’d! What charm can soothe her melancholy, While he was be-Roscius'd, and you were be What art can wash her guilt away? But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies, To act as an angel and mix with the skies :

The only art her guilt to cover, Those poets who owe their best fame to his skill

To hide her shame from ev'ry eye, Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will: {love,

To give repentance to her lover,
Old Shakspeare receive him with praise and with

And wring his bosoin — is, to die.
And Beaumonts and Bens be his Kellys above.
Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant

And slander itself must allow him good-nature :

He cherish'd his friend, and he relish'd a bumper :
Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper. () MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser ?

Still importunate and vain,
I answer, no, no, for he always was wiser:

To former joys recurring ever,
Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat ?

And turning all the past to pain;
His very worst foe can't accuse him of that:
Perhaps he confided in men as they go,

Thou, like the world, th' opprest oppressing, And so was too foolishly honest? Ah, no!

Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe!

And he who wants each other blessing, * Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of False Delicacy, In thee must ever find a foe. A Word to the Wise, Clementina, School for Wives, &c. &c.

Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably des! + Mr. W. Woodfall, printer of the Morning as to be under the necessity of using an ear-true. Chronicle.

pet in company.



Samuel Johnson, a writer of great eminence, was ran thirteen nights, but has never since appeared born in 1709 at Litchfield, in which city his father on the theatre : Johnson, in fact, found that he was was a petty bookseller. After a desultory course not formed to excel on the stage, and made no of school-education, it was proposed to him, by further trials. Mr. Corbet, a neighbouring gentleman, that he His periodical paper, entitled “ The Rambler," should accompany his own son to Oxford as his appeared in March 1750, and was continued till companion ; accordingly, in his nineteenth year, he March 1752. The solemnity of this paper prewas elected a commoner of Pembroke college. vented it at first from attaining an extensive cirFrom young Corbet's departure, he was left to culation ; but after it was collected into volumes, it struggle with penury till he had completed a re. continually rose in the public esteem, and the author sidence of three years, when he quitted Oxford had the satisfaction of seeing a tenth edition. The without taking a degree. His father died, in very “ Adventurer," conducted by Dr. Hawkesworth, narrow circumstances, soon after his return from the succeeded the Rambler, and Johnson contributed university; and for some time he attempted to gain several papers of his own writing. In 1755, the a maintenance by some literary projects. At length, first edition his “ Dictionary" made its appear. in 1795, he thought proper to marry a widow twice ance. It was received by the public with general his own age, and far from attractive, either in her applause, and its author was ranked among the person or manners. By the aid of her fortune he greatest benefactors of his native tongue. Modern was enabled to set up a school for instruction in Latin accuracy, however, has given an insight into its and Greek, but the plan did not succeed ; and after defects; and though it still stands as the capital a year's experiment, he resolved to try his fortune work of the kind in the language, its authority as a in the great metropolis. Garrick, afterwards the standard is somewhat depreciated. Upon the last celebrated actor, had been one of his pupils, accom illness of his aged mother, in 1759, for the purpose panied by whom he arrived in London ; Johnson of paying her a visit, and defraying the expense of having in his pocket his unfinished tragedy of Irene. her funeral, he wrote his romance of “ Rasselas,

The first notice which he drew from the judges Prince of Abyssinia,” one of his most splendid perof literary merit, was by the publication of “ London, formances, elegant in language, rich in imagery, a Poem,” in imitation of Juvenal's third satire. and weighty in sentiment. Its views of human life The manly vigour, and strong painting of this are, indeed, deeply tinged with the gloom that overperformance, placed it high among works of its kind, shadowed the author's mind; nor can it be praised though it must be allowed, that its censure is coarse for moral effect. and exaggerated, and that it ranks rather as a party, Soon after the accession of the late king, a than as a moral poem. It was published in 1738. grant of a pension of 300l. per annum was made For some years Johnson is chiefly to be traced in him by His Majesty during the ministry of Lord the pages of the Gentleman's Magazine, then con- Bute. A short struggle of repugnance accept a ducted by Cave; and it was for this work that he favour from the House of Hanover was overcome gratified the public with some extraordinary pieces by a sense of the honour and substantial benefit of eloquence which he composed under the disguise conferred by it, and he became that character, a of debates in the senate of Liliput, meaning the pensioner, on which he had bestowed a sarcastic British parliament. He likewise wrote various definition in his Dictionary. Much obloquy atbiographical articles for the same miscellany, of tended this circumstance of his life, which was enwhich the principal and most admired was “ The hanced when he published in several of his producLife of Savage.

tions, arguments which seemed directly to oppose The plan of his English Dictionary was laid the rising spirit of liberty. before the public in a letter addressed to Lord A long-promised edition of Shakspeare appeared Chesterfield in 1747. In the same year he furnished in 1765; but though ushered in by a preface writGarrick with a prologue on the opening of Drury- ten with all the powers of his masterly pen, the lane theatre, which in sense and poetry has not a edition itself disappointed those who expected much competitor among compositions of this class, except from his ability to elucidate the obscurities of the ing Pope's prologue to Cato. Another imitation great dramatist. A tour to the Western Islands of of Juvenal, entitled “ The Vanity of Human Scotland in 1773, in which he was attended by his Wishes," was printed in 1749, and may be said to enthusiastic admirer and obsequious friend, James reach the sublime of ethical poetry, and to stand at Boswell, Esq. was a remarkable incident of his life, the head of classical imitations. The same year, considering that a strong antipathy to the natives of under the auspices of Garrick, brought on the that country had long been conspicuous in his constage of Drury-lane his tragedy of " Irene." It versation. But when, two years afterwards, he

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