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Then talk'd of virtue till the time of bed ;
When the grave household round his hall repair,
Warn’d by the bell, and close the house with prayer.
At length the world, renew'd by calm repose,
Was strong for toil ; the dappled morn arose ;
Before the pilgrims part, the youngster crept
Near the clos'd cradle, where an infant slept,
And writh'd his neck; the landlord's little pride-
O strange return !--grew black, and gasp'd and died,
Horror of horrors ! what! his only son !
How look'd our hermit when the deed was done!
Not hell, though hell's black jaws in sunder part,
And breathe blue fire, could more assault his heart.
Confus'd, and struck with silence at the deed,
He flies ; but trembling, fails to fly with speed.
His steps the youth pursues. The country lay
Perplex'd with roads; a servant skow'd the way.
A river cross'd the path. The passage o’er
Was nice to find; the servant trod before ;
Long arms of oak an open bridge supply'd,
And the deep waves, beneath the bending glide.
The youth, who seem'd to watch a time to sin,
Approach'd the careless guide, and thrust him in :
Plunging he falls ; and rising, lifts his head ;
Then flashing, turns, and sinks among the dead.
Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes;
He hurste the bands of fear, and madly cries,
Detested wretch! -But scarce his speech began
When the strange partner seem'd no longer man ;
His youthful face grew more serenely sweet,
His tobe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet;
Fair rounds of radiant points invest bis hair,
Celestial odors breathe through purpled air ;
And wings, whose colors glittered on the day,
Wide at his back, their gradual plumes display.
The form etherial bursts upon his sight,
And moves in all the majesty of light.
Though loud, at first, the pilgrim's passion grew,
Sudden hegaz'd, and wist not what to do;
Surprise, in secret chains, his word suspends,
And, in a calm, his settled temper ends.
But silence here the beauteous angel broke:
The voice of music ravish'd as he spoke.
Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life, to vice unknown,
In sweet memorial rise before the throne:
These cbarms success in our bright region find,
And force an angel down to calm thy mind.
For this commission'd, I forsook the sky;
Nay, cease to kneel, thy fellow servant 1.
Then know the truth of government divine, And let these scruples be no longer thine.
The Maker justly claims that world he made ;
In this the right of Providence is laid ;
Its sacred majesty, through all, depends
On using second means to work his ends.
'Tis thus withdrawn in state from human eye,
The Power exerts his attributes on high ;
Your actions uses, nor controls your will,
And bids the doubting sons of men be still.
What strange events can strike with more surprise,
Than those which lately struck thy wond'ring eyes?
Yet, taught by these, confess th’ Almighty just,
And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust.
The great, vain man, who far'd on costly food,
Whose life was too luxurious to be good;
Who made his ivy stand with goblets shine,
And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine ;
Has, with the cap, the graceless custom lost,
And still he welcomes, but with less of cost.
The mean suspicious wretch, whose bolted door
Ne'er moy'd in pity to the wand'ring poor;
With him I left the cup, to teach his mind,
That heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind.
Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl,
And feels compassion touch his grateful soul.
Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead,
With heaping coals of fire upon its head:
In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow,
And loose from dross the silver runs below.
Long had our pious friend in virtue trod,
But now the child half wean'd his heart from God;
(Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain,
Ànd measur'd back his steps to earth again.
To what excesses had his dotage run?
But God, to save the father, took the son.
To all, but thee, in fits, he seem'd to go,
And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow.
The poor fond parent humbled in the dust,
Now owns, in tears, the punishment was just.
But how had all his fortune felt a wreck,
Had that false servant sped in safety back!
This night bis treasur'd heaps he meant to steal,
And what a fund, of charity world fail !
Thus heaven instructs thy mind! This trial ofer, Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.
On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew,
The sage stood woud'ring as the scrarh Arw.
Thus look'd Elisha, when to wount on high,
His master took the cbariot of the sky:
The fiery pomp, ascending, left the view ;
The prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow too.
The bending hermit here a prayer begun :
" Lord, as in heaven, on earth thy will be done,"
Then, gladly turning, sought his ancient place,
And pass'd a life of piety and peace.
IX.-On the death of Mrs. Mason.-MASON.
VAKE, holy earth! all that my soul holds dear :
, ; To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care,
Her faded form. She bow'd to taste the wave, And died. Does youth, does beauty read the line
Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm? Speak, dead Maria! breathe a strain divine ;
E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent like thee ;
Bid them in duty's sphere, as meekly move : And if as fair, from vanity as free,
As firm in friendship, and as fond in love; Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die,
('7'was e’en to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high,
And bids the "pure in heart behold their God."
X. -Extract from the Temple of Fame.-Pope.
The trumpet sounded and the temple shook ;
And all the nations summon'd at the call,
From different quarters fill the spacious hall.
Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard ;
In various garbs promiscuous througs appear'd:
Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend,
And all degrees before the goddess bend;
The poor, the rich, the valiant and the sage,
And boasting youth, and narrative old age.
First, at the shrine, the learned world appear,
And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer:
Long have we sought t'instruct and please mankind,
With studies pale, and midnight vigils blind :
But thank'd by few, rewarded yet
We bere appeal to thy superior throne;
On wit and learning the just prize bestow,
For fame is all we must expect below."
The goddess heard, and bid the muses raise
The golden trumpet of eternal praise.
From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound,
And all the circuit of the world around:
Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud,
The notes at first were rather sweet than loud :
By just degrees tbey erery moment rise,
Spread round the earth, and gain upon the skies.
Next these, the good and just, an awful train,
Tbus on their knees, address the sacred fane :
56 Since living virtue is with envy cursid,
And the best men are treated as the worst,
Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth,
And give each deed th' exact iatrinsic worth."
“ Not with bare justice shall your acts be crown's,
(Said Fame) but high above desert renown'd,
Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze,
And the loud clarion labor in your praise."
A troop came next, who crowns and armor wore,
And proud defiance iu their looks they bore.
" For thee (they cry'd) amidst alarms and strife,
We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life ;
For thee, whole nations fill'd with fire and blood,
And swam to empire through the purple flood.
Those ills we dar'd thy inspiration own;
What virtue seem'd was done for thee alone."
“ Ambitious fool! (the queen repli'd and frown'd)
Be all your deeds in dark oblivion drown'd;
There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone,
Your statues moulder'd, and your names unknown.”
A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my sight,
And each majestic phantom sunk in night.
Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen ;
Plain was their dress, and modest
was their mein :
“ Great idol of mankind, we never claim
The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame;
But, safe in desarts from the applause of men,
Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unseen.
'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight,
Those acts of goodness which themselves requite.
O! let us still the sacred joy partake,
To follow virtue e'en for virtue's sake."
56 And live there men who slight immortal fame?
Who, then, with incense shall adore our name?
But, mortals know, 'tis still our greatest pride,
To blaze those virtues which the good would hide.
Rise, muses, rise ! add all your tuneful breath,
These must not sleep in darkness and in death."
She said. in air the trembling music floats,
And, on the winds triumphant swell the notes ;
So soft, though high ; so loud, and yet so clear,
E'en list’ning angels lean from heaven to hear;
To farthest shores the ambrosial spirit flies,
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.
XI.-Panegyric on Great Britain.—THOMPSON.
of hills and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires,
And glittring towns, anil gilded streams, till all
The stretching landscape into smoke decays!
Happy Britannia! where the Queen of Arts,
Inspiring vigor, Liberty abroad
Walks, unconfin'd, even to thy farthest cots,
And scatters plenty with unsparing hand,
Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy clime;
Thy streams unfailing in the summer's drought,
Unmatch'd thy guardian oaks ; thy vallies float
With golden waves; and on thy mountains flocks
Bleat numberless ; while, roving round their sides,
Bellow the black’ning herds in lusty droves.
Beneath, thy meadows glow, and rise unequall'd
Against the mower's scythe. On every hand
Thy villas shine. Thy country teems with wealth,
And property assuresit to the swain,
Pleas’d and unwearied in his guarded toil.
Full are thy cities with the sons of art-
And trade and joy, in every busy street,
Mingled are heard! even drudgery himself,
As at the car he sweats, or dusty hews
The palace stone, looks gay. The crowded ports,
Where rising masts, an endless prospect yield,
With labor burn, and echo to the shouts
Of hurried sailor, as he hearty waves
His last adieu, and loosening every sheet,
Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind.
Bold, firm and graceful are thy gen'rous youth,
By hardship sinew'd, and by danger fir'd,
Scattering the nations where they go ; and first
Oron the listed plain, or stormy seas.
Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plains
of thriving peace thy thoughtful sires preside;
In genius and substantial learning, high ;
For every virtue, every worth renown'd!
Sincere, plain bearted, hospitable, kind;
Yet like the mutt'ring thunder, when provok'd,
The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource
of those that under grim oppression groan.
Thy sons of Glory many! Alfred thine, In whom the splendor of heroic war, And more heroic peace, when govern'd well, Combine! whose hallow'd same the Virtues saint, And his own Muses love; the best of kings ! With him thy Edwards and thy Henrys shine, Names dear to fame; the first who deep impress'd On haughty Gaul the terror of thy arms, That awes her genius still. In statesmen thou, And patriots fertile. Thine a steady More, Who, with a gen'rous, though mistaken zeal,