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And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own,
Farewell those honours, and farewell with them
The hope of such hereafter! They have fallen
Each in his field of glory; one in arms,
And one in council. Wolfe upon the lap
Of smiling victory that moment won,
And Chatham heart-sick of his country's shame!
They made us many soldiers. Chatham, still
Consulting England's happiness at home,
Secured it by an unforgiving frown,
If any wronged her. Wolfe, wherever he fought,
Put so much of his heart into his act,
That his example had a magnet's force,
And all were swift to follow whom all loved.
Those suns are set. Oh rise some other such! ,
Or all that we have left is empty talk
Of old achievements, and despair of new.

Now hoist the sail, and let the streamers float
Upon the wanton breezes. Strew the deck
With lavender, and sprinkle liquid sweets,
That no rude savour maritime invade
The nose of nice nobility! Breathe soft
Ye clarionets; and softer still ye flutes;
That winds and waters, lulled by magic sounds,
May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore!
True, we have lost an empire--let it pass.
True; we may thank the perfidy of France, :
That picked the jewel out of England's crown,
With all the cunning of an envious shrew.
And let that pass-t'twas but a trick of state!

A brave man knows no malice, but at once Forgets in peace the injuries of war, And gives his direst foe a friend's embrace. And, shamed as we have been, to the very beard Braved and defied, and in our own sea proved . Too weak for those decisive blows, that once Ensured us mastery there, we yet retain Some small pre-eminence; we justly boast At least superior jockeyship, and claim The honours of the turf as all our own! Go then, well worthy of the praise ye seek, And show the shame, ye might conceal at home, In foreign eyes! be grooms and win the plate, Where once your nobler fathers won a crown! 'Tis generous to communicate your skill To those that need it. Folly is soon learned: And under such preceptors who can fail ! "

There is a pleasure in poetic pains, Which only poets know. The shifts and turns, The expedients and inventions multiform, To which the mind resorts, in chase of terins ! Though apt, yet coy, and difficult to winTo arrest the fleeting images, that fill : The mirror of the mind, and hold them fast, And force them sit, till he has penciled off A faithful likeness of the forms he views ; Then to dispose his copies with such art, . That each may find its most propitious light, And shine by situation, hardly less F Than by the labour and the skill it cost; iris

Are occupations of the poet's mind
So pleasing, and that steal away the thought
With such address from themes of sad import,
That, lost in his own musings, happy man!
He feels the anxieties of life, denied
Their wonted entertainment, all retire.
Such joys has he that sings. But ah! not such,
Or seldom such, the hearers of his song.
Fastidious, or else listless, or perhaps
Aware of nothing arduous in a task
They never undertook, they little note
His dangers or escapes, and haply find
There least amusement where he found the most,
But is amusement all? studious of song,
And yet ambitious not to sing in vain,
I would not trifle merely, though the world
Be loudest in their praise, who do no more.
Yet: what can satire, whether grave or gay?
It may correct a foible, may chastise
The freaks of fashion, regulate the dress,
Retrench a sword-blade, or displace a patch;
But where are its sublimer trophies found?
What vice has it subdued? whose heart reclaimed
By rigour, or whom laughed into reform?
Alas! Leviathan is not so tamed: it
Laughed at he laughs again; and stricken hard
Turns to the stroke his adamantine scales,
That fear no discipline of human hands.

The pulpit, therefore (and I name it filled with solemn awe, that bids me well beware

With what intent I touch that holy thing) .
The pulpit (wben the satyrist has at last,
Strutting and vapouring in an empty school,
Spent all his force and made no proselyte)
I say the pulpit (in the sober use
Of its legitimate, peculiar powers)
Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall

stand,
The most important and effectual guard, -
Support, and ornament, of virtue's cause.
There stands the messenger of truth: there stands
The legate of the skies ! -His theme divine,
His office sacred, his credentials clear.
By him the violated law speaks out
Its thunders; and by him, in strains as sweet
As angels use, the gospel whispers peace,
He stablishes the strong, restores the weak,
Reclaims the wanderer, binds the broken heart,
And, armed himself in panoply complete
Of heavenly temper, furnisbes with arms;
Bright as his own, and trains, by every rule ,
Of boly discipline, to glorious war, .

' The sacramental host of God's elect! : ; Are all such teachers ?-Would to heaven all were! But hark—the doctor's voice!-fast wedged between Two empirics he stands, and with swoln cheeks Inspires the news, his trumpet. Keener far Than all invective is his bold barangae, , While through that public organ of report He hails the clergy; and, defying shame, Announces to the world his own and their's!

He teaches those to read, whom schools dismissed,
Aud colleges, untaught; sells accent, tone,
And emphasis in score, and gives to prayer
The adagio and andante it demands.
He grinds divinity of other days
Down into modern use; transforms old print
To zig-zag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.
Are there who purchase of the doctor's ware?
Oh, vame it not in Gath-it cannot be,
That grave and learned clerks should need such aid.
He doubtless is in sport, and does but droll,
Assuming thus a rank unknown before
Grand caterer and dry-nurse of the church!

I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whoge

life Coincident, exbibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause. . To such I render more than mere respect, Whose actions say that they respect themselves. But loose in morals, and in manners vain, la conversation frivolous, in dress Extreme, at once rapacious and profuse; Frequent io park with lady at his side, Ambling and prattling scandal as he goes; But rare at home, and never at his books, I with his pen, save when he scrawls a card; nstant at royts, familiar with a round hadyships, a stranger to the poor; mbitious of preferment for its gold,

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