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Whence Tartar grand, or Mogul great?

Trade gilt their titles, powered their state;

While Afrie'B block, lascivious, slothful breed.

To clasp their ruin, fly from toil,

That meanest product of their soil.

Their people eell; one half on the' other feed.

Of Nature's wealth, from commeree rent,

Afrie's a glaring monument:

Mid citron forests, and pomegranate groves,

(Cursed in a paradise!) she pines;

O'er generous glebes, o'er golden mines,

Her beggared, famished, tradeless native roves.

Not so thine, China! blooming wide,
Thy numerous fleets might bridge the tide;
Thy products would exhaust both Indias' mines,
Shut be that gate of trade! or wo
To Britains! Europe 'twill o'erflow.
Ungrateful song! her growths inspires thy lines.

Britain! to these, and such as these, ,

The river broad, and foaming seas,

Which sever lands to mortals less renowned,

Devoid of naval skill or might:

Those severed parts of earth unite:

Trade's the full pulse that sends their vigour round.

Could, O could one engrossing hand
The various streams of trade command?
That, like the sun, would gazing nations awe;
That awful power the world would brave,
Hud I War, and Empire proud, his slave:
Mankind his subjects, and his will their law.

Host thou looked round the spacious earth?
From commeree, Grandeur's humble birth;
To George from Noah, Empires living, dead,
Their pride, their shame, their rise, their fall,
Time's whole plain chronicle is all
One bright encomium, undesigned, on trade.

Trade springs from peace, and wealth from trade,
And power from wealth: of power is made
The god on earth; hail, then, the dove of peace I
Whose olive speaks the raging flood
Of War repressed; what's loss of blood?
War is the death of Commeree and Inerease.

Then i«rish War—detested War!

Shalt thou make gods, like Cajsar's star?

What calls man fool so loud as this has done,

From Nimrod's down to Bourbon's line?

Wny not adore, too, as divine,

\V 'ili- wasting storms before the genial sun?

Peace is the merehant's summer clear;
Hu harvest—harvest round the year!
Fnr Peace with laurel every mast be bound;

Each deck carouse, each flag stream oat,
Each cannon sound, each sailor shout;
For peace, let every saered ship be crowned!

Saered are ships, of birth divine!

An angel drew the first design j

With which the Patriarehs Nature's ruin braved:

Two world's abroad, an old and new,

He safe o'er foaming billows flew,

The gods made human race, a pilot saved.

How saered, too, the Merehant's name!—

When Britain blazed meridian fame,t

Bright shone the sword, but brighter trade gave


Merehants in distant courts revered,
Where prouder statesmen ne'er appeared,
Merehants ambassadors I and thrones in awe:

'Tis theirs to know the tides, the times,
The mareh of stare, the birth of climes:
Summer and winter theirs; theirs land and sea:
Theirs are the seasons, months and yean,
And each a different garland wears:
O that my song could add eternity!

Praise is the saered oil that feeds
The burning lamp of godlike deeds:
Immortal glory pays illustrious cam.
Whither, ye Britons! are ye bound?
O noble voyage, glorious round!
Launch from the Thames, and end among Ibe

If to my subject rose my sonl,

Your fame should last while oceans roll:

When other worlds in depths of time shall rise,

As we the Greeks of mighty name,

May they Britannia's fleet proclaim,

Look up and read her stories in the skies.?

Ye Syrens! sing; ye Tritons) blow;
Ye Nereids! dance; ye Billows! flow;
Roll to my measures O ye starry throng!
Ye Winds! in concert breathe around;
Ye Navies I to the concert bound
From pole to polel to Britain all belong.



The most happy should be the most vlnuora. Of ocnrin What Britain's art ehouid be. Whence sUrerj.

Britain! thus blessed, thy blessing know, Or bliss in vain the gods bestow;

• Noah. I In Queen Elizabeth's rei^n.

I It is Sir Isasc Newton's opinion that the principal lotions look their naioea from the Argonauts, to pt that great action.

'.-.> end fulfil, means cherish, source adore:
Vain iwellings of thy soul repress;
They most may lose who most possess.
Then let us bless with awe, and tremble at thy store.

Nor be too fond of life at best;

Her cheerful, not enamoured guest:

Let thought fly forward; 'twill gay prospects give,

Prospects immortal! that deride

A Tyrian wealth, a Persian pride,

And make it perfect fortitude to live.

O for eternity! a scene

To fair adventurers serene!

O, on that sea to deal in pure renown t

Traffic with gods! what transports roll!

What boundless import to the soul!

The poor man's empire! and the subject's erown t

Adore the gods, and plough the seaa:

These be thy arts, O Britain! these.

Let others pant for an immense command;

Let others breathe War's fiery god:

The proudest victor fears thy nod,

Long as the trident fills thy glorious hand.

Glorioui while heaven-born freedom lasts,
Which Trade's soft spurious daughter blasts:
For what is tyranny? a monstrous birth
From luxury, by bribes caressed,
By glowing power in shades compressed,
Which stalks around, and chains the groaning



This subject now flnt sung. How sung. Preferable lo Pindar's subIect. How Britain should be sung by all.

Thee, Trade! I first, who boast no store,

Who owe thee nought, thus snateh from shore,

The shore of prose, where thou hast slumbered long,

And send thy flag triumphant down

The tide of time to sure renown:

0 bless my country I and thou payest my song.

Thou art the Briton's noblest theme:

Why then unsung I my simple aim

To dress plain sense, and fire the generous blood,

Nor sport imaginations vain;

But list with yon ethereal train*

TLe shining muse, to serve the public good.

•The Sun.

Of ancient art, and ancient praise,

The springs are opened in my lays :*

Olympic heroes' ghosta around me throng,

And think their glory sung anew,

Till chiefs of equal fame they view,

Nor grudge to Britons bold their Theban song.

Not Pindar's theme with mine compares;
As far surpassed as useful cares
Transcend diversion light, and glory vain:
The wreath fantastie, shouting throng,
And panting steed to him belong;
The charioteer's, not empire's golden rein.

Nor, Chandos! thou the Muse despise

That would to glowing /F.t n.t rise,

(Such Pindar's breast) thou Theron of our time

Seldom to man the gods impart

A Pindar's head or Theron's heart.

In life or song how rare the true sublime!

None British born will sure disdain

This new, bold, moral, patriot strain,

Though not with genius. with some virtue erowned;

(How vain the muse!) the lay may last,

Thus twined around the British mast,

The British mast with nobler laurels bound!

Weak ivy curls round naval oak,

And smiles at winds and storms unbroke;

By strength not her's sublime: thus proud to sou

To Britain's grandeur cleaves my strain,

And lives and echoes through the plain,

While o'er the billows Britain's thunders row.

Be dumb, ye groveling sons of verse,

Who sing not actions, but rehearse,

And fool the muse with impotent desire i

Ye sacrilegious! who presume

To tarnish Britain's naval bloom,

Sing Britain's fame, with all her hero's hre.


Ye Syrens, sing; ye Tritons, blow;

Ye Nereids, dance; ye billows, flow;

Roll to my measures, O ye starry throng!

Ye winds, in concert breathe around;

Ye navies, to the concert bound

From pole to pole; to Britain all belong:

Britain to heaven: from heaven descends my song

-T,bl res antique Itudis, et anto

Ingralior, B,nc,oa ausnt recludere fontes; Asereumque cano Ronuna per oppida carnMa.—


Thri r. hap;iy Jobt long lived in regal state, IN or saw the sumptuous East a prince so great; Whoso worldly stores in such abundance flowed, Whose heart with such exalted virtue glowed. At length misfortunes take their turn to reign, And ills on ills suceeed, a dreadful train! What now but deaths, and poverty, and wrong, The sword wide-wasting, the reproachful tongue, And spotted plagues, that marked his limbs all o'er So thick with pains, they wanted room for more? A change so sad what mortal heart could bear? Exhausted wo had left him nought to fear, But gave him all to grief. Low earth he pressed, Wept in the dust, and sorely smote hi s breast. His friends around the deep affliction mourned, Felt all his pangs, and groan for groan returned; In anguish of their hearts their mantles rent, And seven long days in solemn silence spent; A debt of reverence to distress so great! Then Job contained no more, but cursed his fate. His day of birth, its inauspicious light, He wishes sunk in shades of endless night, And blotted from the year, nor fears to erave Death, instant death, impatient for the grave, That seat of peace, that mansion of repose, Where rest and mortals are no longer foes;

'It is disputed among the crities, who was the author of the book of Job; some give it to Moses, some to others. As I was engaged in this little performance, some arguments occurred to me which favour the former of tl,ese opinions; arguments 1 hare flung into the following notes, where liule else la to be expe£sd.

I The Almighty's speech, chap, xxxvld. Ac. which is what I paraphrase in this little work, is by much the finest pan of the noblen and most ancient poem in the world. Bishc'p Patrick says, its grandeur i- as much above all other poetry, as thunder is louder than a whisper. In order to set this uutinguished part of the poem in a fuller light, and give the reader a clearer conception of it, I have abridged the preceding and subsequent parts of the poem, and Ioined them to h; so that this book is a syrt of an epitome of the whole book of Job.

I use the word parapl,rase, because I want another which might better answer to the uncommon liberties 1 have taken. 1 hare omitted, added, and transposed. The mountain, the comet, the sun, and other parts, are entirely added: those upon the peacock, the lion, &c. are much enlarged; and I have thrown the whole into a method more sultable to our notions rf regulat Ky. The Iudicious, if they compare this piece with the original, will, 1 flatter myself, find the reasons for the great liberties I have indulged myself in through the whole.

l>onginus has a chapter on interrogations, which showsthat thuy contribute very much to the sublime. This speech of the Almighty is made up of them. Interrogation seems, indeed, tf a proper style of majesty incensed. It differs from other manner of reproof as bidding a person execute himself does from a common execution; for he that asks the gullty a proper quintal makes him, In cilia, pass sentence on himself.

Where counsellors are hushed, and mighty kings (O happy turn!) no more are wretehed things.

His words were daring, anddispleased his friends; His conduct they reprove, and he defends; And now they kindled into warm debate, And sentiments opposed with equal heat; Fixed in opinoin, both refuse to yield, And summon all their reason to the field: So high, at length, their arguments were wrought, They reached the last extent of human thought: A pause ensued:—when lo, heaven interposed, And awfully the long contention closed. Full o'er their heads, with terrible surprise, A sudden whirlwind Uackened all the skies: (They saw, and trembled!) from the darkness broke A dreadful voice, and thus th' Almighty spofee.*

Who gives his tongue a loose so hold and vain, Censures my conduct, and reproves my reign. Lifts up his thought against me from the dust, And tells the world's Creator what is just: Of late so brave, now lift a dauntless eye, Face my demand, and give it a reply— Where didst thou dwell at Nature's early birth? Who laid foundations for the spacious earth? Who on its surface did extend the line, Its form determine, and its bulk confine? Who fixed the corner-stone? What hand, declare, Hung it on nought, and fastened it on air, When the bright morning stars in concert sung, When heaven's high arch with loud hoeanntu


When shouting sons of God the triumph crowned, And the wide conclave thundered with the sound 1 Earth's numerous kingdoms, hast thou viewed them


And can thy span of knowledge grasp the ball? Who heaved the mountain which sublimely standi And casts its shadow into distant lands?

Who, stretehing forth his sceptre o'er the deep, Can the wide world in due subjection keep? I broke the globe, I scooped its hollow side, And did a bason for the floods provide: I chained them with my word: the boiling sea, Worked up in tempests, hears my groat deeree;

'The book nf Job le well known lo be dramatie, and, likt the tragedies of old Greece, is fiction bulh on truth. !':'-1> this most noble part of it, the Almighty speaking out of tht whirlwind Ibo suitable to the after-practice of the Greek stage, when there happened dignut vindice nodus) In fictitious; but h fa a fiction more agreeable lo the time In which Job Ived than to my since. Frequent before the law wen tin appearances of the Almightyafter this manner, Exod . ch. lit Ezek. ch. I, Ac. Hence is he said to dmll in thtck JIrri ,ms. and lu,ec htt way in the ,r!,itltrtn>l

"Thus far thy floating tide shall be conveyed;
And here, O Main! be thy proud billows stayed."*
Haet thnu explored the seerets of the deep,
Where, chut from use, unnumbered treasures sleep?
Where, down a thousand fathoms from the day,
Springs the great fountain, mother of the sea?
Those gloomy paths did thy bold foot e'er tread,
Whole worlds of waters rolling o'er thy head.
Hath the cleft centre opened wide to thee?
Death's inmost chambers didst thou ever see?
E'er knock at h,- tremendous gate, and wade
To the black portal through the incumbent shade?
Deep are those shades; but shades still deeper hide
My counsels from the ken of human pride.

Where dwells the Light? in what refulgent


And where has darkness made her dismal home? Thoo know'st, no doubt, since thy large heart is


With ripened wisdom, through long ages brought, Since Nature was called forth when thou wast by, And into being rose beneath thine eye!

Are mists begotten? who their father knew T From whom descend the pearly drops of dew? To bind the stream by night what hand can boast? Or whiten morning with the hoary frost? Whose powerful breath, from northern regions


Touches the sea, and turns it into clone?
A sudden desart spreads o'er realms defaced,
And lays one half of the ereation waste?
Thou know'st me not; thy blindness can not see
How vast a distance parts thy God from thee.
Can'st thou in whirlwinds mount aloft? can'st


In clouds and darkness wrap thy awful brow!
And when day triumphs in meridian light,
Put forth thy hand and shade the world with night?
Who launched the clouds in air, and bid them


Suspended seas aloft, from pole to pole?
Who can refresh the burning sandy plain,
And quench the summer with a waste of rain?
Who in rough desarts, far from human toil,
Made rocks bring forth, and desolation smile?
There blooms the rose where human face ne'er

And spreads its beauties to the sun alone.

To check the shower who lifts his hand on high, And shuts the sluices of the' exhausted sky,

• There is a my great air In all that precedes, but this i s ^gnally sublime. Wo are struck with admiration to see the rut and ungovernable ocean receiving commands, and punctually obeying them; to find it like a managed horse, raging, loving, and foaming, but by the rule and direction of iu master. Thia passage yields in sublimity In that of Let there be ltght, 4*c- so much only, aa the absolute government of nature Ytekb to the ereation of k.

The like spiril In theso two paanges i s no bad concurrent •isunem that Mows a author of the book of Job. .

When earth no longer mourns her gaping veins,
Her naked mountains, and her russet plains,
But, new in life, a cheerful prospect yields
Of shining rivers, and of verdant fields;
When groves and forests lavish all their bloom.
And earth and heaven are filled with rich per


Hast thou e'er scaled my wint'ry skies, and seen
Of hail and snows my northern magazine?
These the dread treasures of mine angor are,
My fund of vengeance for the day of war,
When clouds rain death, and storms, at my com

mand, Rage through the world, or waste a guilty land.

Who taught the rapid winds to fly m fast;
Or shakes the centre with his eastern blast?
Who from the skies can a whole deluge pour?
Who rides through nature with a solemn roar
Of dreadful thunder, points it where to fall,
And in fierce lightning wraps the flying ball?
Not he who trembles at the darted fires,
Falls at the sound, and in the flash expires.

Who drew the comet out to such a size,
And poured his flaming train o'er half the skies?
Did thy resentment hang him out? Does he
Glare on the nations, and denounce from thec?

Who on low earth can moderate the rein That guides the stars along the ethereal plain? Appoint their seasons, and direct their course, Their lustre brighten, and supply their force? Can'st thou the skies' benevolence restrain, And cause the Pleiades to shine in vain? Or, when Orion sparkles from his sphere, Thaw the cold season, and unbind the year? Bid Mazzaroth his destined station know, And teach the bright Areturus where to glow? Mine is the Night, with all her stars; I pour Myriads, and myriads I reserve in store.

Dost thou pronounce where Daylight shall bs


And draw the purple curtains of the Morn?
Awake the Sun, and bid him come away,
And glad thy world with his obsequious ray?
Hast thou, enthroned in flaming glory, driven
Triumphant round the spacious ring of heaven?
That pomp of light, what hand so far displays,
That distant earth lies basking in thqt blaze?

Who did the soul with her rich powers invest,
And light up reason in the human breast,'
To shine, with fresh inerease of lustre, bright,
When stars and sun are set in endless night?
To these my various questions make reply.
The Almighty spoke, and, speaking, shook th

What then, Chaldean Sire! was thy surprise Thus thou, with trembling heart, and downc


"Once and again, which I in groans deplore,
; My tongue has erred, but shall presume ,-w roc

My sciec u in eternal silence bound,

And all Hiv soul falls prostrate to the ground."

Hcceased: when,lo! again the'Almighty spoke; The same dread voice from the black whirlwind broke!

Can that arm measure with an arm divine? And cnn'st thou thunder with a voice like mine I Or in the hollow of thy hand contain The bulk of waten, the wide-spreading main, When, mad with tempests, all the billows rise In all their rage, and d;uh the distant skies -'

Come forth, in Beauty's excellence arrayed, And be the grandeur of thy puwer displayed; Put on omnipotence, nnd, frowning, make The spacious round of the ereation shake; Despateh thy vengeance, bid it overthrow Triumphant Vice, lay lofty tyrants low, And erumble them to dust. When this is done, I grant thy safety lodged in thee alone; Of thee thou art, and may'st undaunted stand Behind the buckler of thine own right hand.

Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade! What worlds hast thou produced, what ereatures


What insects cherished, that thy God is blamed?
When, pained with hunger, the wild raven's brood
Loud culls on God,s importunate for food;
Who hears their ery, who grants their hoarse re-

And still the clamour of the eraving nest?
Who in the stupid ostricht has sulxiued
A parent's care, and fond inquietude?
While far she flies, her scattered eggs are found,
Without an owner on the sandy ground;
Cast out on fortune, they at merey lie,
, And borrow life from an indulgent sky:
Adopted by the Sun, in blaze of day,
They ripen under his prolific ray;

'Amxher argument that Moaca was the author Ib, that most of the ereatures hen> mentioned are Egyptian. The reason given why the raven Is panindarly mentioned as an ohject of the care of Oovidence K became by her clamorous and Importunate voice she particularly seems always calling upon it. And since there were ravens on the Nile more clamorous thas the rest of that siK-cits, those probably are meant in this place.

I Thero are many instances of this bird's stupidity: let two mffice. Kirn, it coven lta head in the reeds, and thinks it* •elf out of sight

Secondly, They that go in the punuit of them draw the skin of an iHtrich's neck on one hand, which proves a sufficient lure to take them with the other.

They have so little brain, that Heliogabatus had six hundred Uoads for his supper.

lltss we may see that our Iudicious us well as sublime au thor }:m touches the points of distinction in each ereature, and then hasteus to another. A deseription btexarl when yon can uos add, but what is common to another thing; nor withdraw, 'mil something prenIia-ly belonging to the thing deseribed. A 'VtiK'*s in ios t in loo much deseription, us a meaning often in uo BMdi it'ustralloa

Unmindful she that some unhappy tread
May erush her young in their neglected bed:
What time she skims along; the field with speed,s
She scorns the rider and pursuing steed.t

How rich the peacock !t what bright glories run
From plume to plume, and vary in the sun!
He proudly spreads them to the golden ray,
Gives all his colours, and adorns the day;
With conscious state the spacious round displays,
And slowly moves amid the waving blaze.

Who taught the hawk to find, in seasons wise, Perpetual summer, and a change of skies? When cloudsdeforai t he year, she mounts the wind, Shoots to the south, nor fears the storm behind; The sun returning, she returns again, Lives in his beams, and leaves ill days to men.

Though strong the hawk, though practised well


An eagle drops her in a lower sky:
An eagle, when^ deserting human sight,
She seeks the sun in her unwearied flight:
Did thy command her yellow pinion lift
So high in air, and seat her on the clift,
Where far above thy world she dwells alone.
And proudly makes the strength of rock. * her own;
Thence wide o'er nature takes her dread survey,
And with a glance predestinates her prey ?U
She feasts her young with blond, and, hovering o'tr
The unslaughtered host, enjoys the promised gore.

Knowest thou how many moons, by me assigned, Roll o'er the mountain gnat and forest bind,?

'Here la marked another peculiar quality of this rrroturs, which neither flies nor runs directly, but has a motion ana. posed of both, and using its wings As Kails, ma kes great spetd.

t Xenophon says, Cyrus had hones that couid oreztake Om goat and the wild ass, but none that could reach this erearam A thousand gulden ducats, or an hundred caniels, waa ibt •tated price of a horse that could equal their speed.

; Though this bird is but just mentioned in my author, I could not forbear going a little further, and spreading those beautiful plumes fwhich are ahut up) into half a dozen lities. The cireumstance I have marked of his opening his plun» to the sun Is true: Expandit tvlores adterta maxim •o/e, fiua ricfulstntius radsant. Plln. Ix. c. 20.

{ ThuanusfDe re Atrip.) mentions a hawk thai flew from Paris to London In a night.

And the Egyptians, In regard to lu swiftness, made h their symbol for the wind; for which reason we may suppose Us hawk, as well as the crow above, to hare been a bird of Dom in Egypt

I The eagle Is mid to be of no acute a sight, tint when Ae b so high In the air that man can not sec her, she can discern the smallest ftsh under water. My author aecurately un&ntthxl the nature of the ereatures he deseribes, and arcnts to have been a naturalist as well an a poet, which the nest note wUl confirm,

: The meaning of this question Is, Knowes i Ihou the tsne and cireumstances of their bringing forth I for to know U*• time only was easy, and had nothing extraonllnary in It; to: the cireumstance had something peculiarly expressive cj'Gwrt providence, which makes the question proper in this pUce. Pliny observes, thai the hind with yqung U by instmct dincv ed to a certain herb ca"ioi Sue/it, which fociliuueslbe birth. Thunder also (which looks like the man i

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