'T was thus, by the glare of false science betray'd, ' Thy creature who fain would not wander from thee.!! Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride: | From doubt, and from darkness, thou only, canst free.| And darkness, and doubt are now flying away'; | No longer, I roam in conjecture forlorn: | So breaks on the traveller, | faint and astray', | The bright, and the balmy effulgence of morn. | See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in tri'umph descending, I And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! | On the cold cheek of Death, smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty, immortal, | awakes from the tomb. | DIALOGUE BETWEEN KING EDWARD, AND THE EARL OF WARWICK. [Translated from the French, by Dr. Thomas Franklin.] Edw. Let me have no intru'ders; | above all, Keep Warwick from my sight, No welcome guest, it seems, unless I ask My lord of Suffolk's leave | there was a time | When Warwick wanted not his aid | to gain Admission here. I Ed. There was a time, perhaps, | When Warwick more desired, and more deserved it.] War. Nev'er; I've been a foolish, faithful slave:! All my best years, the morning of my life, | Have been devoted to your service: | what - Are now the fruits? Disgrace, and infamy | For foreign fools to carp at: but 'tis fit, | Guided in secret every latent wheel Of government, and mov'd the whole machine: | War. Who gave that cipher worth, and seated thee Bade the rough waves subside in peace', and steer'd Ed. Know, too, reproach for benefits receiv'd, | War. Why, that indeed is frugal honesty, | A thrifty, saving knowledge: | when the debt Which I have done you; let me know them all, | War. Thou canst not; thou hast robb'd me of a jewel] It is not in thy power to restore: | I was the first, | shall future annals say, I And plead my guilt Amidst the herd of mercenary slaves That haunt your court, could none be found but Warwick, To be the shameless herald of a lie? | Ed. And wouldst thou turn the vile reproach on me'? | If I have broke my faith, and stain'd the name Of England, thank thy own pernicious coun'sels | That urged me to it, and extorted from me | A cold consent to what my heart abhorr❜d`. War. I've been abus'd, insul'ted, and betray'd、 ; | My injur'd honour cries aloud for vengeance, | Her wounds will never close, !| Ed. These gusts of passion! Will but inflame them; If I have been right Ed. Nay, start` not- I have cause To wonder most: I little thought, indeed, | War. And so have I' Too well I know thy breach of friendship there', ] So all-commanding in the name of Warwick, That he alone should revel in the charms War. 'Tis false! | You knew it all, and meanly took occasion, | Which your king'dom could not purchase. | Ed. How know you that? | but be it as it may', | I had a right, nor will I tamely yield My claim to happiness, the privilege To choose the partner of my throne: | It is a branch of my prerogative. | War. Prerogative! | what's that? | the boast of ty rants, A borrow'd jewel, | glittering in the crown Ed. And therefore do I prize it: I would guard Ed. Is it so, my lord? | Then mark my words: I've been your slave too long, And you have ruled me with a rod of iron; | But henceforth know, proud peer, I am thy mas'ter, | And will be so: the king who delegates His power to others' hands, but ill deserves War. Look well then to your own: [ It sits but foosely on your head; | for, know', | Ed. Nor he who threaten'd Edward You may repent it, Sir my guards' there | seize SPEECH ON THE SUBJECT OF EMPLOYING THE INDIANS TO FIGHT AGAINST THE AMERICANS. Nov. 18, 1777.* (LORD CHATHAM.) I cannot, my lords, | I will not | join in congratulation on misfortune and disgrace.. | This, my lords, | is a perilous, and tremendous moment: | it is not a time for adula'tion: the smoothness of flattery cannot save us in this rugged and awful crisis. It is now necessary to instruct the throne in the language of truth. We must, if possible, | dispel the delusion, and darkness which envelope it; | and display in its full danger, and genuine colours, the ruin which is brought to our doors.. Can ministers still presume to expect support in their infatuation? Can parliament be so dead to its dignity, and duty, as to give its support to measures thus obtruded, and forced upon it? | measures, my lords, | which have reduced this late flourishing empire to scorn, and contempt. But yesterday, and England might have stood against the world`; | now, none so poor as to do her reverence! | * Mr. Pitt delivered this speech in opposition to Lord Suffolk, who proposed in Parliament to employ the Indians against the Americans; and who had said, in the course of the debate, that they had a right to use all the means, that God and Nature had put into their hands, to conquer America. |