Or favage Rofa dash'd, or learned Pouffin drew,
Each found too here to languishment inclin'd,
Lull'd the weak-bofom, and induced eafe.
of Scotland, called the Hebrides.

Of the wild brooks!-But, fondly wand'ring
My Mufe, refume the task that yet doth thee abide
One great amufement of our household was,
In a huge cryftal magic globe to spy,
Still as you turn'd it, all things that do pafs
Upon this ant-hill earth; where conftantly
Of idly bufy men the reftlefs fry.

Run buffling to and fro with foolish haste,
In fearch of pleafures vain that from them fly,
Or which obtain'd the caitiffs dare not taste :
When nothingis enjoy'd,can there be greaterwaste?

Of Vanity the mirror this was call'd :
Here you a muckworm of the town might see
At his du!! defk, amid his ledgers ftall'd,
Eat with carking care and penurie;
Moft like to carcafe pitch'd on gallows-tree.
"A penny faved is a penny got;"

*This is not an imagination of the author; there being in fact fuch an inftrument, called Æolus's Harp, which, when placed against a little rushing or current of air, produces the effect here defcribed.

The Arabian caliphs had poets among the officers of their court, whofe office it was to do what is here

Firm to this (coundrel maxim keepeth he,
Ne of its rigour will he bate a jot,
Till it has quench'd his fire, and banished his pot.
Straight from the filth of this low grub, behold!
Comes flutt 'ring forth a gaudy fpendthrift heir,
All glofly gay, enamell'd all with gold,
The filly tenant of the fummer air,
In folly loft, of nothing takes he care;
Pimps, lawyers, ftewards, harlots, flatterers vile,
And thieving tradefmen him among them share
His father's ghoft from limbo-lake, the while,
Sces this, which more damnation does upon him
pile.

This globe pourtray'd the race of learned men,
Still at their books, and turning o'er the page
Backwards and forwards: oft they fnatch thepen,
As if infpir'd, and in a Thespian rage;
Then write and blot, as would your ruthengage.
Why, Authors, all this fcrawl and fcribbling
fore,

To lofe the prefent, gain the future age,
Praised to be when you can hear no more,
And much enrich'd with fame when ufclefs
worldly ftore.

Then would a fplendid city rife to view,
With carts, and cars, and coaches roaring all.
Wide pour'd abroad behold the giddy crew:
See how they dafh along from wall to wall!
At ev'ry door, hark, how they thund'ring call!
Good Lord! what can this giddy rout excite?
Why, on each other with fell tooth to fall;

A neighbour's fortune, fame, or peace to blight, And make new tire fome parties for the coming night.

The puzzling fons of party next appear'd,

In dark cabals and nightly juntos met; [rear'd
And now they whifper'd clofe, now thrugging
The important fhoulder; then, as if to get
New light,their twinkling eyes were inward set.
No fooner Lucifer recals affairs,
Than forth they various ruth in mighty fret!
When, lo puth'd up to pow'r, and crown'd
[ftairs.
In comes another fet, and kicketh them down

their cares,

But what most shew'd the vanity of life,
Was to behold the nations all on fire,
In cruel broils engag'd, and deadly ftrife:
Mott Chriftian kings, enflam'd by black defire!
With honourable ruffians in their hire,
Caufe war to rage, and blood around to pour :
Of this fad work when each begins to tire,
Theyfit them down juft where they were before,
Till for new fcenes of woe peace thall their force
restore.

With tape-tied trash, and fuits of fools that afk
For place or penfion, laid in decent row ;
But thefe I paffen by,with nameless numbers moc.
Of all the gentle tenants of the place,
There was a man of fpecial grave remark:
A certain tender gloom o'crfpread his face,
Penfive, not fad, in thought involv'd not dark.
As footh this man could fing as morning lark,
And teach the nobleft morals of the heart;
But thefe his talents were yburied ftark;
Of the fine flores he nothing would impart,
Which or boon nature gave, or nature-painting art.
To noon-tide fhades incontinent he ran,
Where purls thebrook with fleep-inviting found.
Or when Dan Sol to flope his wheels began,
Amid the broom he bafk'd him on the ground,
Where the wild thyme and camomile are found:
There would he linger, till the latest ray

Of light fat trembling on the welkin's bound;
Then homeward thro'the twilight shadows ftray,
Sauntering and flow. So had he pailed many a
day.

Yet not in thoughtless flumber were they pał
For oft the heavenly fire that lay conceal'd
Beneath the fleeping embers, mounted faft,
And all its native light anew reveal'd:
Oft has he travers'd the coerulean field, [wind,
And mark'd the clouds that drove before the
Ten thousand glorious fyftems would he build,
Ten thoufand great ideas fill'd his mind;
But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace
behind.

With him was fometimes join'd in filent walk
(Profoundly filent, for they never fpoke)
One fhyer ftill, who quite detefted talk:
Oft, ftung by fpleen, at once away he broke
Togroves of pine.and broad o'erfhadowingoak;
There, inly thrill'd, he wander'd all alone,
And on himself his penfive fury wroke,
Ne ever utter'd word, fave when first fhone
The glittering ftar of eve-"Thank heaven! the
"day is done."

Here lurch'd a wretch who had not crept abroad
For forty years, ne face of mortal feen;
In chamber brooding like a loathly toad:
And fure his linen was not very clean.
Thro' fecret loop-holes, that had practis'd been
Near to his bed, his dinner vile he took;
Unkempt, and rough, of fqualid face and mien,
Our cattle's fhame! whence, from his filthy

nook,

We drove the villain out for fitter lair to look.

One day there chanc'd into thefe halls to rove
A iorous youth, who took you at first fight,
Him the wild wave of pleafure hither drove,
Before the iprightly tempeft tolfing light:
Certes, he was a moft engaging wight,
Of focial glee, and wit humane tho' keen,
Turning the night to day and day to night;
For him the merry bells had rung, I ween,
If in this nook of quiet bells had ever been.
The Morning Star.

To number up the thousands dwelling here,
An ufelefs were, and eke an endless talk;
From kings, and those who at the helm appear,
To-gypfics brown in fummer-glades who baik.
Yea many a man, perdie. I could unmaik,
Whofe defk and table make a folemn fhow,

But

But not e'en pleafure to excefs is good:
What most elates then finks the foul as low:
When fpring-tide joy pcurs in with copious flood,
The higher ftill the exulting billows flow,
The farther back again they flagging go,
And leave us groveling on the dreary fhore:
Taught by this fon of joy, we found it fo;
Who, whilft he ftaid, kept in a gav uproar
Our madden'd caftle all, the abode of fleep no

more.

As when in prime of June a burnish'd fly
Sprung from the meads, o'er which he fweeps
along,

Cheer'd by the breathing bloom and vital sky,
Tunes up amid thefe airy halls his fong,
Soothing at firft the gay repofing throng:
And oft he fips their bowl; or nearly drown'd,
He, thence recovering, drives their beds among,
And fcares their tender fleep, with tromp pro-
found;

Then out again he flies, to wing his mazy round.

Another gueft there was, of fenfe refin'd,
Who felt cach worth, for ev'ry worth he had,
Serene yet warm, humane yet firm his mind,
As little touch'd as any man's with bad;
Him thro' their inmoft walks the Mufes lad,
To him the facred love of nature lent,
And fometimes would he make our valley glad;
Whenas we found he would not here be pent,
To him the better fort this friendly meffage fent:
"Come dwell with us! true fon of virtue,

"' come !

"But if, alas! we cannot thee perfuade
"To ly content beneath our peaceful dome,
"Ne ever more to quit our quiet glade;
"Yet when at laft thy toils but ill apaid
"Shall cead thy fire, and damp its heavenly
"fpark,

"Thou wilt be glad to feek the rural fhade, "There to indulge the mufe, and nature mark: "We then a lodge for thee will rear in Hagley "Park."

Here whilom ligg'd th' Efopus of the age;
But call'd by fame, in foul ypricked deep,
A noble pride reftor'd him to the ftage,
And rous'd him like a grant from his fleep.
Even from his flumbers we advantage reap:
With double force the enliven'd fcene he wakes,
Yet quits not nature's bounds. He knows to
keep

Each due decorum: now the heart he shakes, And now with well-urg'd fenfe the enlighten'd judgment takes.

A bard here dwellt, more fat than bard befeems;
Whof, void of envy, guile, and luft of gain,
On virtue ftill, and nature's pleafing themes,
Pour'd forth his unpremeditated strain :
The world forfaking with a calm difdain,
Here laugh'd he carelefs in his eafy feat:
Here quaff'd encircled with the joyous train,

* Mr. Quin.

Oft moralifing fage: his dirty fweet

He loathed much to write, ne cared to repeat.
Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod,
Of clerks good plenty here you mote elpy.
A little, round, fat, oily man of God,
Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry;
He had a roguish twinkle in his eye,
And thone all glittering with ungodly dew,
If a tight damfel chanc'd to trippen by;
Which when obferv'd, he fhrunk into his mew,
And ftraight would recollect his piety anew.
Nor be forgot a tribe, who minded nought
(Old inmates of the place) but state affairs:
They look 'd, perdie, as if they deeply thought;
And on their brow fat every nation's cares:
The world by them is parcell'd out in thares,
When in the Hall or Smoke they congrefs hold,
And the fage berry fun-burnt Mocha bears
Has clear'd their inward eye: then smoke-
enroll'd,

Their oracles break forth myfterious as of old.
Here languid beauty kept her pale-fac'd court:
Bevies of dainty dames, of high degree,
From every quarter hither made refort;
Where, from grefs mortal care and bufinefs free,
They lay, pour'd out in eafe and luxury.
Or thould they a vain flew of work affume,
Alas! and well-a-day! what can it be?
To knot, to twift, to range the vernal bloom:
But far is caft the diftaff,fpinning-wheel, and loom.
Their only labour was to kill the time:
And labour dire it is, and weary woe.
They fit, they lo'l, turn o'er fome idle rhyme:
Then rifing fudden, to the glafs they go,
Or faunter forth, with tottering fiep and flow;
This foon too rude an exercife they find;
Straightonthecouch their limbs again they throw,
Where hours on hours they fighingly reclin'd
And court the vapoury god foft-breathing in the

wind.

Now muft I mark the villany we found,
But ah! too late, as fhall eftfoons be fhewn,
A place here was, deep, dreary, under ground;
Where fill our inmates, when unpleafing

grown,

Difens'd and loathfome, privily were thrown.
Far from the light of heaven, they languifh'd
Unpiticd, uttering many a bitter groan; [there
For of thofe wretches taken was no care: [were.
Fierce fiends, and hags of hell, their only nurfes
Alas! the change! froin fcenes of joy and reft,
To this dark den, where fick nefs tofs'd alway.
Here Lethargy, with deadly fleep oppreft,
Stretch'd on his back, a mighty lubbard, lay,
Heaving his fides, and fnored night and day;
To ftir him from his trance it was not cath,
And his half-open'd eyne he fhut straightway:
He led, I wot, the fofteft way to death.
And taught withouten pain and ftrife to yield the
breath.

The following lines of this ftanza were writ by a friend of the author.

Of

The fame to him glad fummer, or the winter breme.

So pafs'd his youthly morning, void of care, Wild as the colts that thro' the commons run: For him no tender parents troubled were, He of the foreft feem'd to be the fon; And certes had been utterly undone, But that Minerva pity of him took, With all the gods that love the rural wonne, That teach to tame the foil and rule the crook; Ne did the facred Nine difdain a gentle look.

Of fertile genius him they nurtur'd well,
In ev'ry fcience, and in ev'ry art, [cel,
By which mankind the thoughtless brutes ex-
That can or ufe, or joy, or grace impart,
Difclofing all the pow'rs of head and heart:
Ne were the goodly exercifes fpar'd,
That brace the nerves, or make the limbs alert,
And mix claftic force with firmnefs hard:
Was never knight on ground mote be with him
compar'd.

Sometimes, with early morn, he mounted gay
The hunter-steed, exulting o'er the dale,
And drew the rofeate breath of orient day;
Sometimes, retiring to the fecret vale,