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Auspicious gratulates the bark which, now

Which wait on human life. Your gentle aid His banks forsaking, her adventurous wings Hygeia well can witness; she who saves Yields to the breeze, with Albion's happy gifts From poisonous cates and cups of pleasing bane, Extremest isles to bless. And oft at morn, The wretch devoted to the entangling snares When Hermes, from Olympus bent o'er Earth Of Bacchus and of Comus. Him she leads To bear the words of Jove, on yonder hill

To Cynthia's lonely haunts. To spread the toils, Stoops lightly-sailing; oft intent your springs To beat the coverts, with the jovial horn He views : and waving o'er some new-born stream | At dawn of day to summon the loud hounds, His blest pacific wand, “ And yet," he cries, She calls the lingering sluggard from his dreams : “ Yet," cries the son of Maia, “ though recluse And where his breast may drink the mountain breeze, And silent be your stores, from you, fair Nymphs, And where the fervour of the sunny vale Flows wealth and kind society to men.

May beat upon his brow, through devious paths By you, my function and my honour'd name Beckons his rapid courser. Nor when ease, Do I possess; while o'er the Bætic vale,

Cool ease and welcome slumbers have becalm'd Or through the towers of Memphis, or the palms His eager bosom, does the queen of health By sacred Ganges water'd, I conduct

Her pleasing care withhold. His decent board The English merchant: with the buxom fleece She guards, presiding; and the frugal powers Of fertile Ariconium while I clothe

With joy sedate leads in: and while the brown Sarmatian kings; or to the household gods . Ennæan dame with Pan presents her stores ; Of Syria, from the bleak Cornubian shore,

While changing still, and comely in the change, Dispense the mineral treasure which of old

Vertumnus and the Hours before him spread Sidonian pilots sought, when this fair land

The garden's banquet ; you to crown his feast, Was yet unconscious of those generous arts

To crown his feast, О Naiads, you the fair Which wise Phænicia from their native clime Hygeia calls: and from your shelving seats, Transplanted to a more indulgent Heaven.”

And groves of poplar, plenteous cups ye bring, Such are the words of Hermes : such the praise, To slake his veins : till soon a purer tide O Naiads, which from tongues celestial waits Flows down those loaded channels; washeth off Your bounteous deeds. From bounty issueth power: The dregs of luxury, the lurking seeds And those who, sedulous in prudent works, Of crude disease ; and through the abodes of life Relieve the wants of nature, Jove repays

Sends vigour, sends repose. Hail, Naiads : hail, With noble wealth, and his own seat on Earth, Who give, to labour, health; to stooping age, Fit judgments to pronounce, and curb the might The joys which youth had squander'd. Oft your Of wicked men. Your kind unfailing urns

urns Not vainly to the hospitable arts

Will I invoke; and, frequent in your praise, of Hermes yield their store. For, O ye Nymphs, Abash the frantic Thyrsus with my song. Hath he not won the unconquerable queen

For not estrang'd from your benignant arts Of arms to court your friendship? You she owns Is he, the god, to whose mysterious shrine The fair associates who extend her sway

My youth was sacred, and my votive cares Wide o'er the mighty deep; and grateful things | Belong; the learned Pæon. Oft when all of you she uttereth, oft as from the shore

His cordial treasures he hath search'd in vain; Or Thames, or Medway's vale, or the green banks When herbs, and potent trees, and drops of balm OF Vecta, she her thundering navy leads

Rich with the genial influence of the Sun, To Ca de's foaming channel, or the rough

(To rouse dark Fancy from her plaintive dreams, Cantabrian surge ; her auspices divine

To brace the nerveless arm, with food to win Imparting to the senate and the prince

Sick appetite, or hush the unquiet breast of Albion to dismay barbaric kings,

Which pines with silent passion,) he in vain The Iberiar', or the Celt. The pride of kings Hath prov'd; to your deep mansions he descends, Was ever scorn'd by Pallas: and of old

Your gates of humid rock, your dim arcades, Rejoic'd the irgin, from the brazen prow

He entereth ; where empurpled veins of ore of Athens o'er Ægina's gloomy surge,

Gleam on the roof; where through the rigid mine To drive her clouds and storms; o'erwhelming all Your trickling rills insinuate. There the god The Persian's promis'd glory, when the realms From your indulgent hands the streaming bowl Of Indus and the soft Ionian clime,

Wafts to his pale-ey'd suppliants; wafts the seeds When Libya's torrid champain and the rocks Metallic, and the elemental salts

(soon Of cold Imaüs join'd their servile bands,

Wash'd from the pregnant glebe. They drink : and To sweep the sons of Liberty from Earth.

Flies pain; flies inauspicious care : and soon In vain : Minerva on the bounding prow

The social haunt or unfrequented shade Of Athens stood, and with the thunder's voice Hears Io, Io Pæan; as of old, Denounc'd her terrours on their impious heads, When Python fell. And, O propitious Nymphs, And shook her burning ægis. Xerxes saw : Oft as for helpless mortals I implore From Heracleum, on the mountain's height Your salutary springs, through every urn Thron'd in his golden car, he knew the sign Oh shed your healing treasures. With the first Celestial; felt unrighteous hope forsake

And finest breath, which from the genial strife His faultering heart, and turn'd his face with shame. Of mineral fermentation springs like light

Hail, ye who share the stern Minerva's power; O'er the fresh morning's vapours, lustrate then Who arm the hand of Liberty for war :

The fountain, and inform the rising wave. And give to the renown'd Britannic name

My lyre shall pay your bounty. Scorn not ye To awe contending monarchs : yet benign,

That humble tribute. Though a mortal hand Yet mild of nature; to the works of peace

Excite the strings to utterance, yet for themes More prone, and lenient of the many ills

Not unregarded of celestial powers,


I frame their language ; and the Muses deign | Of young Lyæus, and the dread exploits,
To guide the pious tenour of my lay.

May sing in aptest numbers : be the fate
The Muses (sacred by their gifts divine)

Of sober Pentheus, he the Paphian rites, In early days did to my wondering sense

| And naked Mars with Cytherea chain'd, Their secrets oft reveal : oft my rais'd ear

And strong Alcides in the spinster's robes, In slumber felt their music : oft at noon,

May celebrate, applauded. But with you, Or hour of sunset, by some lonely stream,

O Naiads, far from that unballow'd rout, In field or shady grove, they taught me words Must dwell the man whoe'er to praised themes Of power, from death and envy to preserve

Invokes the immortal Muse. The immortal Muse The good man's name. Whence yet with grateful | To your calm habitations, to the cave mind,

Corycian, or the Delphic mount, will guide And offerings unprofan'd by ruder eye,

His footsteps; and with your unsullied streams My vows I send, my homage, to the seats

His lips will bathe: whether the eternal lore
of rocky Cirrha, where with you they dwell: Of Themis, or the majesty of Jove,
Where you their chaste companions they admit To mortals he reveal ; or teach his lyre
Through all the hallow'd scene: where oft intent, The unenvied guerdon of the patriot's toils,
And leaning o'er Castalia's mossy verge,

In those unfading islands of the blessid,
They mark the cadence of your confluent urns, Where sacred bards abide. Hail, honour'd Nymphs ;
How tuneful, yielding gratefullest repose

| Thrice hail. For you the Cyrenaic shell To their consorted measure: till again,

Behold, I touch, revering. To my songs With emulation all the sounding choir,

Be present ye with favourable feet,
And bright Apollo, leader of the song,

And all profaner audience far remove.
Their voices through the liquid air exalt,
And sweep their lofty strings: those powerful strings
That charm the mind of gods : that till the courts
Of wide Olympus with oblivion sweet
Of evils, with immortal rest from cares :

Assuage the terrours of the throne of Jove;
And quench the formidable thunderbolt

TO THE RIGHT REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD KISHOP Of unrelenting fire. With slacken’d wings,

While now the solemn concert breathes around,
Incumbent o'er the sceptre of his lord
Sleeps the stern eagle ; by the number'd notes,
Possess'd; and satiate with the melting tone:
Sovereign of birds. The furious god of war,

For toils which patriots have endurid,
His darts forgetting, and the winged wheels

For treason quell'd and laws secur'd, That bear him vengeful o'er the embattled plain,

In every nation Time displays Relents, and soothes his own fierce heart to ease,

The palm of honourable praise. Most welcome ease. The sire of gods and men, Envy may rail; and Faction fierce In that great moment of divine delight,

May strive; but what, alas! can those Looks down on all that live; and whatsoe'er

(Though bold, yet blind and sordid foes) He loves not, o'er the peopled earth, and o'er

To gratitude and love oppose,
The interminated ocean, he beholds

To faithful story and persuasive verse!
Curs'd with abhorrence by his doom severe,
And troubled at the sound. Ye Naiads, ye

O nurse of Freedom, Albion, say,
With ravish'd ears the melody attend

Thou tamer of despotic sway, Worthy of sacred silence. But the slaves

What man, among thy sons around, Of Bacchus with tempestuous clamours strive

Thus heir to glory hast thou found ? To drown the heavenly strains; of highest Jove What page in all thy annals bright, Irreverent, and by mad presumption fir'd

Hast thou with purer joy survey'd Their own discordant raptures to advance

Than that where Truth, by Hoadly's aid, With hostile emulation. Down they rush

Shines through Imposture's solemn shade, Froin Nysa's vine-empurpled cliff, the dames Through kingly and through sacerdotal night? Of Thrace, the Satyrs, and the unruly Fauns, With old Silenus, reeling through the crowd

To him the Teacher bless'd, Which gambols round him, in convulsions wild

Who sent Religion, from the palmy field Tossing their limbs, and brandishing in air

By Jordan, like the morn to cheer the west, The ivy-mantled thyrsus, or the torch

And lifted up the veil which Heaven from Earth Through black smoke flaming, to the Phrygian pipe's

conceal'd, Shrill voice, and to the clashing cymbals, mix'd

To Hoadly thus his mandate he address'd: With shrieks and frantic uproar. May the gods

“ Go thou, and rescue my dishonour'dlaw From every unpolluted ear avert

From hands rapacious, and from tongues impure: Their orgies! If within the seats of men,

Let not my peaceful name be made a lure Within the walls, the gates, where Pallas holds Fell Persecution's mortal snares to aid : The guardian key, if haply there be found

Let not my words be impious chains to draw Who loves to mingle with the revel-band

The freeborn soul in more than brutal awe, And hearken to their accents; who aspires

To faith without assent, allegiance unrepaid." From such instructors to inform his breast With verse ; let him, fit votarist, implore Their inspiration. He perchance the gifts


II. No cold or unperforming hand Was arm'd by Heaven with this command. The world soon felt it : and, on high, To William's ear with welcome joy Did Locke among the blest unfold The rising hope of Hoadly's name, Godolphin then confirm'd the fame;

And Somers, when from Earth he care, And generous Stanhope the fair sequel told.

But where shall recompense be found ?
Or how such arduous merit crown'd ?
For look on life's laborious scene;
What rugged spaces lie between
Adventurous Virtue's early toils
And her triumphal throne! The shade
Of Death, meantime, does oft invade

Her progress; nor, to us display'd,
Wears the bright heroine her expected spoils.

Then drew the lawgivers around,
(Sires of the Grecian name renown'd,)
And listening ask'd, and wondering knew,
What private force could thus subdue
The vulgar and the great combin'd;
Could war with sacred Folly wage;
Could a whole nation disengage

Frurn the dread bonds of many an age, And to new habits mould the public mind.

Yet born to conquer is her power : - O Hoadly, if that favourite hour On Earth arrive, with thankful awe We own just Heaven's indulgent law. And proudly thy success behold; We attend thy reverend length of days With benediction and with praise,

And hail thee in our public ways Like some great spirit fam'd in ages old.

For not a conqueror's sword, Nor the strong powers to civil founders known,

Were his : but truth by faithful search explor'd, And social sense, like seed, in genial plenty sown. Wherever it took root, the soul (restor'd To freedom) freedom too for others sought. Not monkish craft, the tyrant's claim divine, Not regal zeal, the bigot's cruel shrine, Could longer guard from reason's warfare sage; Not the wild rabble to sedition wrought,

Nor synods by the papal genius taught, Nor St. John's spirit loose, nor Atterbury's rage.

While thus our vows prolong
Thy steps on Earth, and when by us resign'd

Thou join'st thy seniors, that heroic throng | Who rescued or presery'd the rights of human kind,

O! not unworthy may thy Albion's tongue
Thee still, her friend and benefactor, name:
0! never, Hoadly, in thy country's eyes,
May impious gold, or pleasure's gaudy prize,
Make public virtue, public freedom, vile;
Nor our own manners tempt us to disclaim

That heritage, our noblest wealth and fame, Which thou hast kept entire from force and factious

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Thomas Gray, a distinguished poet, was the son laureat, vacant by the death of Cibber, was offered of a money-scrivener in London, where he was to Gray, but declined by him. In the same year be born in 1716. He received his education at Eton- published two odes, “ On the Progress of Poesy," school, whence he was sent to the university of and “ The Bard,” which were not so popular as his Cambridge, and entered as a pensioner at St. Pe- Elegy had been, chiefly, perhaps, because they were ter's College. He left Cambridge in 1738, and less understood. The uniform life passed by this occupied a set of chambers in the Inner Temple, eminent person admits of few details, but the transfor the purpose of studying the law. From this action respecting the professorship of modern history intention he was diverted by an invitation to accom- at Cambridge, a place worth four hundred pounds pany Mr. Horace Walpole, son of the celebrated a year, is worthy of some notice. When the sitestatesman, with whom he had made a connection at ation became vacant in Lord Bute's administration, Eton, in a tour through Europe. Some disagree-( it was modestly asked for by Gray, but had already ment, of which Mr. Walpole generously took the been bespoken by another. On a second vacancy blame, caused them to separate in Italy ; and Gray in 1768, the Duke of Grafton being now in power, returned to England in September, 1741, two months it was, “unsolicited and unsuspected," conferred before his father's death. Gray, who now depended upon him; in return for which he wrote his “ Ode chiefly upon his mother and aunt, left the law, and for Music,” for the installation of that nobleman as returned to his retirement at Cambridge. In the chancellor of the university. This professorship, next year he had the misfortune to lose his dear though founded in 1724, had hitherto remained a friend West, also an Eton scholar, and son to the perfect sinecure; but Gray prepared himself to Chancellor of Ireland, which left a vacancy in his execute the duties of his office. Such, however, affections, that seems never to have been supplied. were the baneful effects of habitual indolence, that, From this time his residence was chiefly at Cam- with a mind replete with ancient and modern know. bridge, to which he was probably attached by an in- ledge, he found himself unable to proceed farther satiable love of books, which he was unable to gra- than to draw a plan for his inauguration speech. tify from his own stores. Some years passed in this But his health was now declining; an irregular favourite indulgence, in which his exquisite learning hereditary gout made more frequent attacks than and poetic talents were only known to a few friends; formerly; and at length, while he was dining in the and it was not till 1747, that his “ Ode on a distant College-hall, he was seized with a complaint in the

Prospect of Eton College" made its appearance stomach, which carried him off on July 30. 1771, in before the public. It was in 1751 that his cele- the fifty-fifth year of his age. His remains were brated “ Elegy written in a Country Church-yard," deposited, with those of his mother and aunt, in the chiefly composed some years before, and even now church-yard of Stoke-Pogis, Buckinghamshire. sent into the world without the author's name, made it is exclusively as a poet that we record the its way to the press. Few poems were ever so po name of Gray; and it will, perhaps, be thought pular: it soon ran through eleven editions; was that we borrow too large a share from a single small translated into Latin verse, and has ever since borne volume; yet this should be considered as indicative the marks of being one of the most favourite pro- of the high rank which he has attained, compared ductions of the British Muse.

with the number of his compositions. With respect In the manners of Gray there was a degree of to his character as a man of learning, since his xeffeminacy and fastidiousness which exposed him to quisitions were entirely for his own use, and prothe character of a fribble; and a few riotous young duced no fruits for the public, it has no claim to men of fortune in his college thought proper to particular notice. For though he has been alle make him a subject for their boisterous tricks. He by one of his admirers“ perhaps the most learned made remonstrances to the heads of the society man in Europe," never was learning more throwa upon this usage, which being treated, as he thought, away. A few pieces of Latin poetry are all that be without due attention, he removed in 1756 to Pem- has to produce. broke-hall. In the next year, the office of poet-|

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