ON THE DEATH OF MR. ROBERT LEVETT, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC. CONDEMN'D to hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, Well try'd through many a varying year, Officious, innocent, sincere, Of ev'ry friendless name the friend. Yet still he fills affection's eye, When fainting nature call'd for aid, The power of art without the show. In mis❜ry's darkest cavern known, Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, No summons mock'd by chill delay, His virtues walk'd their narrow round, The busy day-the peaceful night, His frame was firm-his powers were bright, Then with no fiery throbbing pain, Death broke at once the vital chain, EPITAPH ON CLAUDE PHILLIPS, An Itinerant Musician. PHILLIPS! whose touch harmonious could remove The pangs of guilty pow'r and hapless love, Rest here, distrest by poverty no more, Find here that calm thou gav'st so oft before; Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine. EPITAPH ON SIR THOMAS HANMER, BART. THOU who survey'st these walls with curious eye, Pause at this tomb where Hanmer's ashes lie; His various worth through varied life attend, And learn his virtues while thou mourn'st his end. His force of genius burn'd in early youth, With thirst of knowledge, and with love of truth; His learning, join'd with each endearing art, Charm'd ev'ry ear, and gain'd on ev'ry heart. Thus early wise, th' endanger'd realm to aid, His country call'd him from the studious shade; In life's first bloom his public toils began, In business dext'rous, weighty in debate, Thrice ten long years he labour'd for the state; In every speech persuasive wisdom flow'd, In every act refulgent virtue glow'd: Suspended faction ceas'd from rage and strife, To hear his eloquence, and praise his life. Resistless merit fix'd the senate's choice, Who hail'd him Speaker with united voice. Illustrious age! how bright thy glories shone, While Hanmer fill'd the chair-and Anne the throne! Then when dark arts obscur'd each fierce debate, When mutual frauds perplex'd the maze of state, The moderator firmly mild appear'd— Beheld with love, with veneration heard. This task perform'd-he sought no gainful post, Nor wish'd to glitter at his country's cost; Strict on the right he fix'd his stedfast eye, With temperate zeal and wise anxiety; Nor e'er from virtue's paths was lur'd aside, To pluck the flow'rs of pleasure, or of pride, Her gifts despis'd, corruption blush'd and fled, And fame pursu'd him where conviction led. Age call'd, at length, his active mind to rest, With honour sated, and with cares opprest: To letter'd ease retir'd and honest mirth, ON THE DEATH OF STEPHEN GREY, F. R. S. THE ELECTRICIAN. LONG hast thou borne the burden of the day, Thy task is ended, venerable Grey ! No more shall art thy dextrous hand require, To rouse the power that actuates nature's frame, Now, hoary sage, pursue thy happy flight |