While tender hearts, with feeling fraught,
Yet more endear each noble thought.
Nor does domestic worth refuse
Alliance with th' elated Muse.
But brings the train, in other times
That seem'd to fly the child of rhymes,
Yet even in these luxurious days,
Are female happiness and praise;
Duty, that soothes a parents life,
The soften'd friendship of the wife,
Firm Patience, Resignation mild,
And Hope, Religion's fairest child.
And these a brighter wreath bestow,
Than Genius wins, or Victors know.

EPIGRAM.

ON A TALL YOUNG LADY.

On Nature! Nature! how the world you cheated
When Delia's form majestic you created!
Why thus capricious didst thou spoil the whole,

And give

Thus the fantastic Monarch of the Nile,
so large a maid, so small a soul !
Rais'd the fam'd Pyramid's gigantic pile,
(A prouder work the world has never known)
And all to hold a little chest of stone.

1. W. I.

FROM THE ITALIAN,

"Amiam ô bella Iola."

To Love, to Love incline thine heart,
For time, alas! my Julia, flies
More swiftly than the feather'd dart
By which the agile panther dies.

Thy blooming youth is but an hour,
Too quickly gone, returning never!
Thy matchless beauty but a flower,
Which passing minutes soon shall sever.

The Sun may quit th' ethereal plain,
And low in ocean quench his light,
Yet on the morrow shall he reign,
In all his wonted glories bright.

The woods, at Winter's stern command,
Must quickly yield their verdant hue;
But gentle Spring is still at hand,
Their pristine beauties to renew.

But Man no second noon-tide knows,
No second Summer, Man shall chear;

Age his meridian hours must close,
And death for ever end his year.

And there, where low shall lie his head,
In the cold confines of the tomb,
In the dread mansions of the dead,
The voice of love shall never come.

Then let us, Julia, whilst we may,
Devote our hearts to love and joy,
And gather, while they're fresh and gay,
The roses of the amorous boy..

Avaunt each aged, envious site,

Who'd frown upon our harmless bliss;
Not all your wisdom, all your ire—
Shall rob us of a single kiss.

Then, ah! to love incline thine heart,
For time, alas! my Julia flies
More swiftly than the feather'd dart
By which the agile panther dies.

LONG, long at your feet did I sigh!
But at length I'm indifferent grown.

E'en thus did poor Niobe cry,

"Till she found herself turn'd into stone.

S W. I.

JUVENAL,

8th SATIRE

IMITATED,

BY DR. DRENNAN.

"Stemmata quid faciunt."

SAY ye who perch on lofty Pedigree,
What fruit is gather'd from the parchment tree?
Broad as it spreads, and tow'ring to the skies,
From root plebeian its first glories rise.
What then avails, when rightly understood
The boast of ancestry, the pride of blood?
Through the long gallery's pictur'd walk to tread,
And pompous, ponder on the mighty dead;
Where greatness rattles in some rotten frame,
And the moth feasts on Beauty's fading flame?
O'er the pale picture and the noseless bust,
Oblivion strews a soft sepulchral dust;
The line illustrious seems to stain the wall,
And the sublime of soot envelopes all.

What could the trophy'd lye to **** atone
For British honour mortgag'd with his own?
His nightly cares, and watchings to sustain
A bank at Pharoah, and a chess campaign?
While Wolfe on high in pictur'd glory lies,
The cry of vict'ry hails, and smiling dyes.

Dare *
Y claim the honours of his kind
The pompous lineage shames the pigmy mind.
His coat armorial chalk'd upon the floor,
Costs what would satiate a thousand poor:
Well pleas'd the Peer one moment to amuse,
Then yields the pageant to the dancer's shoes.
Base-born such men, tho' fill'd with regal blood;
The truly noble are the truly good:

And he whose manners through his morals shine,
May boast himself of the Milesian line.
Let plain Humility precede his Grace,
Let modest Virtue walk before the Mace.
Office and rank are duties of the mind,

The rights they claim are debts they owe their kind;
And not a voice among the nameless croud,
That may not cry-"Tis I who make them proud.

To rule strong passions with a calm controul,

To spread around a sanctity of soul,

That meets, serene, the foam of public strife,
And perfumes every act of lesser life;
Virtue to feel, and virtue to impart,

That household god who consecrates the heart,
Flies from the fretted roof, the gilded dome,
To rest within an humbler, happier home-
-Behold the gentleman! confess'd and clear,
For Nature's patent never made a Peer,
The mean ennobled, nor adorn'd the base;
Merit alone, with her, creates a race.
Conspicuous stars, in chart of hist❜ry plac'd
To chear the dreary, biographic waste,

In their own right, they take their seat sublime,
And break illustrious through the cloud of time.
From nicknam'd curs these titles first began,
A spaniel-Cato: then my lord—a man.