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Huge dogs of Tibet bark in yonder grove, For Him, that blelling of a better time,
Brentford, the bishoprick of Parson Horne. · Now, to our lawns of dalliance and delight There, at one glance, the royal cye
Thall meet Join we the groves of horror and aftright: Each varied beauty of St. James's Street; This to achieve no foreign aids we try; Stout Tolbit there thall ply with hackney chair", Thy gibbets, Bayshot * ! Thall our wants supply; And Patriot Betty fix her fruit-flop there ++. Hounslow, whole heath sublimer terror fills, Like distant thunder, now the coach of state Shall with her gibbets lend her powder-mills. Rolls o'er the bridge, that groans bencath its Here too, O King of Vengeance †, in thy fane,
weight; Tremendous Wilkes thall rattle his gold cham I; The Court hath cross'd the stream; the sports And round that fane, on many a Tyburn tree, Now N**1 preaches of rebellion's fin: '[begin, Hang fragments dire of Newgate-history; And as the powers of his strong pathos rise, On this hall Hall d's dying speech be read, Lo, brazen tears fall from Sir FT"r's eyes II. Here Bate's confeflion, and his wooden head; While, skulking round the pews, thai babe of While all the minor plunderers of the age,
grace., (Too numerous far for this contracted page) Who ne'er before at fermon shew'd his face, The R*g*vs, ----s §, Mungos, B di*ws there, See Jemmy Twitcher ihambles; stop! Itopthiefg5? In straw-stuft effigy, thall kick the air.
He's stol'n the E* of D nb 'th's handkerchicf. But say, ye powers, who come when fancy calls, Let B*rr** *n arrest him in mock furyll ll. Where shall our mimic London rear her walls !! ?' And M**d hang the knave 1 without a jury. The Eastern feature, Art must next produce : But hark! the voice of battle shouts from far, Tho' not for present yet for future use, The Jews and Macaronis are at war **: [locks, Our fons fome flave of greatness may behold, The Jews prevail, and, thund'ring from the Caft in the genuine Afiatic mould:
They seize, they bind, they circumcise 7++C's F*. Who of three realms shall condescend to know Fair Schw*in (miles the sport to see, No more than he can spy from Windsor's brow;l And all the Maids of Honour cry Te-he 111! giants, in the habits of magiciaris.” Page 42. “ Sometimes, in this romantic excursion, the passenger finds himself in extensive recefles, surrounded with arbours of jellimine, vine, and roses; where beauteous Tar. tarean damsels, in loose transparerit robes that flutter in the air, present himn with rich wines, &c, and invite him to taste the sweets of retirement on Persian carpets, and beds of Camusakin down." Page 40.
* “ Their scenes of terror are composed of gloomy woods, &c. Gibbels, crosses, wheels, and the whole apparatus of torture are seen from the roads. Here too they conceal in cavities, on the summits of the highest mountains, founderies, lime-kiins, and glass-works, which send forth large volumes of fame, and continued columns of thick smoke, that give to these mountains the appearance of volcanos." Page 37. “ Here the passenger from time to time is surprised with repeated focks of electrical impulse ; the carth 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 submitted the occasional explosion of a powder-mill, which (if there be not too much simplicity in the contrivance) it is apprehended will at once answer all the purposes of lime-kilns and clectrical machines, and imitate thunder and the explosion of cannon into the bargais. 'Vide page 4).
+ in the moit dismal recesses of the woods, are temples dedicated to the King of Vengeance, near which are placed pillars of stone, 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 asterisms will be easily supplied. V “ There is likewise in the same garden, viz. Yven-Ming Yven, near Pekin, a fortified town, with its ports, streets, public squares, temples, markets, shops, and tribunals of juftice; in short, with every thing that is at Pekin, only on a smaller scale. In this town the Emperors of China, who are too much ibe faves of their greatness to appear in public, and their women, who are secluded from it by custom, are frequently diverted with the hurry and buttle of the capital which is here represented, several times in the year, by the cunuche. of the palace." Page 22.
1 Sir William's enormous account of Chinese bridges, too long to be here inseried. Vide page 53. ** “ Some of these eunuchs personate porters." Page 22. ++ " Fruits and all sorts of reireshments are cried about the streets in this mock city." Page 33. 11.“ Drew iron terrs down Pluto's cheek.” Milton. $6 “ Neither are thieves, pickpockets, and sharpers forgot in these festivals; that noble profession is usually allotted to a good numher of the most dextrous eunuchs!" Vide ibid.
“ The watch feizes on the culprit." Vide ibid. TI “ He is conveyed before the Judge, and sometimes severely bafinadoed.” Ibid. *** “ Quarrels happen-batulas enfue." Ibid. +++ “ Every liberty is permittel, there is no distinction of persons." Ibid. " This is done to divert his Imperial Majesty, and the ladies of liis train." Vide ibid,
Be those the rural pastimes that attend When not a distant taper's twinkling ray Great B‘nsw'k's leisure : these shall beft unbend Gle.m'd o'er the furze to light him on his way; His royal mind, whenc'er, from state withdrawn, When not a sheep-bell footh d his lifiening ear, He treads the velvet of his Richmond lawn; And the big rain-drops told the tempeft pear; These fall prolong his Afiatic drcam, Then did his horse the homeward track deicry, Tho' Europe's balance trembles on its beam. The track that thunn’d his sad, inquiring eye; And thou, Sir William! while thy plastic hand And win cach wavering purpofe to releni, Creates each wonder, which thy Bard has plann'd; With warmth fo mild, lo gently violent, While, as thy art commands, obliquious rite That his charm's hand the careless rein religo'd, Whate'er can please', or frighten, or furprise, And doubts and terrors vanish d from his mind. 0! let that Bard his Knight's protection claim, Recall the traveller, whose alter'd form Aud share, like faithful Sancho, Quixott's fame. Has borne the buffer of the mountain-form;
And who will first his fond impaticace mect> § 145. Pleafures of Memory; a Poem.
His faithful dog 's already at his feet!
Yes, tho' the porter (purn him from his door,
Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more, D?UN by yon hazci copfe, at evening, blaza His faithful dog thail tell his joy to each,
The Gipsy's fagyos-there we toodandgaz'd, with that mute eloquence which palles speccia. Gaz'd on her sun-burnt face with filentano, And see, the inafter but returns to die ! Her tatter'd mantle, and her hoed of firall; Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly? Her moving lips, her caldron brimming o'er; The blasts of heaven, the dreaching dews of earth, The drowsy brood that on her back the bore, The wanton infults of unfeeling mith; Imps, in the barn with mousing owiet bred, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grare, From rifled rooft at nightiy revel fed;
Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
Led by what chart, transpo. is the timid dore
The wreaths of conqucft, or the vows of lore? When in the breeze the distant watch-dog bay'd: Say,thio' theclouds what compass points herflight? And heroes fled the Sybil's mutter'd call, Monarchs have gaz'd, and nations blets'd the fight. Whose elfin proxefs fcal'd the orchard-wall.
Pile rocks on rocks, bid woods and mountains rile, As o’cr my palm the silver piece the drew, Eclipse her native shades, her native skies;And trac d the line of life with scarching view, 'Tis vain! thro' Ether's pathlels wilds the goes, How throbu'd my fluttering pulfu with hopes and And lights at last where all her cares repose. fears,
Sweet bird! thy truth thall Harlem's walls attesi, To learn the colour of my future years!
And unborn ages conteciate thy reft. Ah, then, what honest triumph ilush'd my When with the filent energy of grief, breast !
Il'ith looks that alk'd, yet dard not hope relief, This truth once known-To bless is to be blest! W'ant, with her babes, round generous Vaiour We led the bending beggar on his way;
clung, ( Bare were his feet, his treilcs filver-gray)
To wring the now surrender from his tongue, Sooth'd the keen pangs his aged spirit filt,
'Twas thine to animate her cloting eye; And on his tale with mute attention duelt.
Alus! 'twas thine perchance the first to die, As in his ferip we dropp'd our little stu: e,
Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcom'd And wept to think that little was no more,
from the sky. He breath d his pray'r, “Long may such yoodness
a live!'' 'Twas all he gave, 'was all he had to give. But hark! thro' those old firs, with fullen
§ 147. From ibe Same. swell
Twell! The church-clock strikes! ye tender scenes, fare. WUEN the blithe fon of Savoy, roving round
With humble wares and pipe of merry sound, It calls me hence, bencath their fhade to Uuce
From his green i ale and shelter'd cabin hics, The few fond lines that Time may con enlace.
And scales the Alps to visit foreign íkies; On yon gray stone, that fronts the chancel-door, Tho' far below the forked lightnings play, Worn smooth by buty feet now !een ro mure, And at his feet the thunder dies away, Each eve we mot the marble thro' the ring,
Oft, in the faddle rudely rock'd 10 flecp, When the heart dinc'd, and life was in its tpring; while his mule browses on the dizzy ficep, Alas! unconscious of the kindred carth,
With Memory's aid, he fits at home, and lecs That faintly echoed to the voice of mirth.
His children Sport bencath their native trees,
And beuds, to hear their cherub-roices call, § 146. From the Sarie.
O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall. OFT has the aged tenant of the vale But can her fimile with gloony Madness dwell!
Lean'd on his staff to lengthen out the tale ; Sav, can the chase the horrors of his cell : Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breath'u, Each ñery fight on Frenzy's wing reftrain, From fire to fun with pious zeal bequeatlı'd. And mould be coinage of the fever'd brain When o'er the blafted heath the day declin'd, Pats but that grate. which scarce a gleam fupplies, And on the scath'd oak warr'd the winter wind; Tierc in the duli ihc wreck of Genius lies!
He, whose arresting hand fut limely wrought If thy blest nature now unites above
Correct my views, and elevate my foul;
Whofe blameler; wifes never aim'd to rise, Yet ftill how fi: cet the foothings of his art ! To meet the changes Time and Chance present, From the rude ftone what bright idcas start! With modest dignity and calm content. Ev’n now he claims the amaianthine wreath, l'nen riy last breath, ere Nature funk to rest, With scenes that glow, with images that breathe! Thy meek submillion to thy God express’d; And whence the le scenes, these images, declare. When thy last look, ere thought and feeling filed, Whence but from Her who triumphs o'er despair : A mingled gleam of hope and triumph thed;
Awake, arise! with grateful foryour fraught, What to thy soul its glıd assurance gave, Go, spring the minc of clerated thought. Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave? He who, thro’ Nature's various walk, surveys
The liveet Remembrance of unblemish'd vouch, The good and fair her faultless line pourtrays;
The inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth ! Whole mind, prophan'd by no unhallow'd guest, Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine Culls from the crowd the purest and the best; From age to age unnumber'd treasures shine! Mavrange, at will, bright Fancy's golden cline, Thought and her thadowy brood thy call obey, Or, muling, mount where Science fics sublime, And Place and Tine are subject to thy livay! Or wake the spirit of departed Time.
Thy pleasures most we feel, when moit alone; Who acts thus wisely, mark the moral muse, The only pleasures we can call our own. A blooming Eden in his life reviews !
Lighter than air, Hope's fummer-vifions die, So richly cultur'd every native grace,
If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; Its scanty limits he forgets to trace:
If but a beam of sober Reason play, But the fond fool, when evening lhades the sky, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away! Turns but to start, and gazes but to figh! But can the wiles of Art, the gralp of Power, The wcary waste, that lengthen’d as he ran, Snatch the rich relics of a well-lpint hour? Fades to a blank, and dwindles to a fpan! Thele, when the trembling Ipirit wings her Aiglit,
Ah! who can tell the triumphs of the mind, Pour round her path a stream of living light; By truth illumin'd, and by tafte refin'd? And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, When Age has quench'd the eyeand clos'd the ear, Where Virtue triumphs, and her fons are bleft! Still nerv'd for action in her native sphere, Oft will the rise—with searching glance pursue § 149. Verses on a Tiar. From the Same. Some long-lov'd image vanih'd from her view ; Dart thro' the deep recesses of the past, OH! that the Chemist's magic art O'er dusky forms in chains of slumber cast;
Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! With giant-grasp fling back the folds of night,
Long lhould it glitter near my heart,
A secret source of pensive pleasure.
Sweet drop of pure and pearly light !
In thee the rays of Virtue hinc:
More calmly clear, more mildly bright,
iBenign restorer of the foul!
Of Love or Pity, Joy or Grief.
The Sage's and the poet's theme,
In every clime, in every age;
Thou charm'ft in Fancy's idle dream,
in Reason's philosophic page.
That very law * which moulds a tear, From Reason's dawn each pleasure and each care; And bids it trickle from its fource, With whom, alas! I fondly hop 'd to know That law preferres the earth a sphere, Th humble walks of happiness below; And guides the planets in their course. * The law of Gravitation,
§ 150. A Sketch of the Alps at Day-break.
Who shall make the current stray
Smooth along the channeli'd way?
Who Thall, as it runs, refine! THE fun-beams streak the azure skies,
And line with light the mountain's brow : Who? but CLASSIC DISCIPLINE With hounds and horns the hunters risc,
She, whatever fond defire, And chase the roebuck thro' the snow.
Stubborn deed or guideful speech,
Inexperience migiit inspire, From rock to rock, with giant-bound,
Or abfurd indulgence teach, High on their iron poles they pafs;
Timely cautious thall restrain, Alute, left the air, convuls'd by sound,
Bidding childhood hear the rein
She with sport shall labour mix,
Primne support of learned lore,
PERSEVERANCE joins her train, From defert care or hanging wood.
Pages oft turn d o'er and o'er And while the torrent thunders loud,
Turning o'er and o’er again ;
Giving, in due form of ichool,
Meanwhile mem'ry's treasures grow
Great, tho' gradual ; fure, tho' flow. § 151. A Wib. Fiom the Same.
Patient CARE by just degrees
Word and image learns to class;
Is in ftrict review they pass;
Joins, as various features tirike, The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch,
Fit to fit and like to like, Shall twitter froin her clay-built 'nest;
Till in meck array advance Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,
Concord, Method, Elegance. Ani Nare my meal, a welcome guest
TIME meanwhile, from day to day; Around my ivied porch shall spring
Fixes deeper Virtue's root ; Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;
Whence, in long succeflion gay, And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing,
Bloilums many a lively shoot : In russet gown and apron blue,
Meck OBEDIENCE, following fill,
Frank and glad, a Mafier's will;
Modeft CANDOUR, hearing prone
Any judgement save its own : With merry peals fhall fwell the breeze,
EMULATION, whole keen eye And point with taper spire to heav'n.
Forward ftill and forward strains,
Nothing ever deeming high § 152. An Odk on Clasic Education f. ANON.
While a higher hope remains :
SHAME ingenuous, native, free,
Source of conscious dignity :
ZEAL impartial to pursue Swelling slow in gentle pride.
Right, and just, and good and true. Ruin vast and dread dismay
Thefe and ev'ry kindred grace Mark the clam'rous catara&t's way.
More and more perfection gain; Glad increase and sweets benign
While ATTENTION toils to trace Roon.) the riv'let's margin thine.
Grave record or lofty strain; Youthd with stedfait eye peruse
Learning how, in Virtue's pride, Scenes to leffon the display'd ;
Sages liv'd or heroes died; Yes in these the moral Muse
Marking how in Virtue's cause Bids thee see thyself pourtray'd.
Genius gave and won applausc. Thou with headstrong wasteful force
Thus with EARLY CULTURE bleft, Mayft reflect the torrent's course;
Thus to early rule inurod, Or resemble streams, that flow
Infancy's expanding breast Bleft and blessing as they go.
Glows with sense and pow'rs matur d. Infant fenfe to all our kind
Whence, if future merit raise Pure the young ideas brings,
Private love, or public praise, From within tlic fountain"mind
Thine is all the work--be thine Inuing at a thousand springs.
The glory-CLASSIC DiscipLINE. * There are passes in the Alps, where the guides tell you to move on with speed, and say nothing, lei? the agitation of the air should loosen the snows ahove. Gray, feet, v. let. 4. + Spoken in the year 1794 at the annual Visitation of Dr. Kriox's School at Tunbridge. Audit currus habenas. Viro.
END OF THE SECOND BOOK,