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Or, to fome despot's lawless will betray'd,
O! had I died, and left the name of flave
0! had l dicd, ere ruthless fates constrain,
And ne'er beheld Melinda's fatal charms!
Tiine would be flort, and memory would fail,
Tedious to tell what treach'rous arts were tried,
To footh the smart of ftill revolting pride. Bid Discord fourish, civil crimes increase,
I lived, and lov'd then kiss'd the fatal chain;
No joy but one to cheer a life of pain.
How sweet the roil that inet the morning's ray, § 125. Evening, or the Fugitive. An Ameri- How light the labour that o'er-lafted day!
The reed-built hovel, and the scanty fare, can Ecligue. GREGORY.
Imperial bliss could give, Melinda there!
Soft was my pillow, on thy gentle breast,
Thine was the tcar, and thine the burfing sigh. The haunt or serpents and the favage kind.
But bliss too great for hapless slaves to last. And sure rememó'rance mocks me, or I trace
A wretch, who banith'd from his native clime, In thine the feinblance of Zamboia's face?
Defil'd with many a black and monstrous crime,
Presided o'er us, and with iron hand
Held favage sway o'er all the servile band.
And cruelty in him most cruel thew'd.
sad ev'ning, led Has led thee frantic o'er these diftant plains ?
T'invade the chafteness of my marriage bed:
I chanc'd to approach--the caitiff I furpris'do
While full with vengeance boil'd my wounded
Meanwhile, o'erjoy'd that vice e'en once had fail'd,
The baffled villain, now a foc profess'd,
And hands unrighteous poize the partial scale.
Imputed crimes to crush the weak fiiffice,
Hearsay is guilt, and damning fact furmise.
Where uncurb’d will usurps the place of laws, Not all that pride would grafy, or pomp display, No friendly pleader takes the wretch's caute. Should tempt this hand the wretched to betray. Our tyrant's fears each want of proof supplied, No traitors dwell within this blcft domain,
We stand condemn'd, unquestion'd, and untried. The friends of peace we live, a guilelers train.
O! had the grief and shame been all my own, Grief dims thy eye, or gladly wouldīt thou lee
And the black vengeance lit on me alone!
But harsher fates a harder curse decreed ;
These eyes were doom'd to see Melinda bleed.
I saw her by relentless ruffians bound,
The brandish'd Icourge infiict the mortal wound;
Her tender frame abus'd, and mangled o'er,
I saw her welt'ring in a flood of gore.
The murd'rous scene had foon a dreadful ciofe To part our griefs is oft to mitigate,
And do I live! and can I speak my woes!
Her pregnant womb no longer couid luftain
The public shame, and agony of pain;
* This Eclogue was written during the American war.
One only pledge my weary soul detains, 1 § 126. A Description of a Parif Poor Ho.. This hapless infant, all that now remains;
CRABBE. The mournful image of my once-lov'd wife, Andries me down awhile tu hared life.
THEIRSis von house that holds the parish pont, THE
Whose walls of mud scarce bear th: brokea Else this hold hand thould liberty rettore,
door, And my rapt spirit feck a happier thore. Tliere, u here the putrid vapours fagging plav, Thro' devious paths with timid hatte we fly,
and the dull wicel hums do'eful that the day: Where yon blue mountains meet the bending There children dwell who koow no parents' care; íky.
Parents, who know no children's love, dwelitheri;
Forfiken wives, and mothers never wed;
Dej Eted widow's with unheeded tears,
And crippled age with more than childhood fears! part,
The moping idiot, and the madman . Such pointed forrows have not touch'd my heart.
Here too the sick their final doon receive, Insatiate plunderers! could it not suffice Here brought, amid the scenes of grief, to grice: To rend, inhuman, all the social ties?
Where the loud groans from some lad chante From guiltlefs jovs that bless'd our native soil,
fow, Dragg'd to a life of inisery and toil;
Mix'd with the clamours of the crowd below; Would you yet take the little God has given,
Here forrowing they each kindred to.row (can, And intercept the gracious dews of Heaven?
And the cold charities of man to man: Your rage for blood, wild as your thirtt of gain, whose laws indeed for ruin'd age provide, Shall no respects, not truths divine, retirain?
And strong compulsion plucks the scrap from 'Th' eternal fabric can a name undu?
pride; Is rape and murder lanetihed in you :
But still that scrap is bought with many a ligh, And us, what laws, as impious as severe,
And pride embitters what it can't deny.
Say ye, oppress'd by some fantastic woes,
Who prets the downy couch, while Naves advance For them alone does plenty deck the vale,
With uimid cye, to read the distant glance ; Biuth in the fruit, and ringe the fuented g le ? Who will fac prayers the wcary doctor tease For them the seasons ail ihcir liveets unfoid ?
To name the nameless ever-new difcafe ; Blooms the fresh role, and thines the waving gold: Who with mock-patience dire complaints endurs, O no! all bounteous is thy cqual hand, Which real pain, and that alone, can cure; And thy fix'd laws irrevocable ttand!
How would ye bear in real pain to lie, Hapless Zamboia! had it been thy fate
Despis’d, neglected, left alone to die? With me to share my more propitious stare;
How would ye bcar to draw your latest breath, Thy foul had breath d no impious with to die,
Where alltliat's wretched paves the way for death? Nor the big tear had trembled in thine eye.
Such is that room which one rude beam divides, Disjoin'd from thee, I too to slavery went ;
And naked rafters form the sioping files; But Heaven a father, not a master, lent.
Where the vile bands that bind the thatch are seen, He seeins as Virtut's iclf in mortal guise ;
And lath and mud are all that lie between: Tho' wealthy, fimple, and tho' medelt, wife.
Saveonedull pane,that, ccartely patch d, gires way Bleft be the hand ibat life and freedo:n gave!
To the rude tempest, yet excludes the day: That pow'r can boast, excited but to save!
Here, on a matica Hock, with dutt o'erspread, Bleft the fage tongue that ford the vacant mind, The diooping wretch reclines liis languid head; The manners fofren'd, and the heart retind!
For hun no hand the cordial cup applies, That, ftill to Heaven's unerring dictates true,
Vor wipes the tear that stagnates in his eyes; Eternal truth unfolled to our view!
Ne friends with friti discourli his pain beguie,
Nor promile liope Lili lickinels wears a smile.
$ 127. Difeription of a Country sporycany
CRABBE Well spard for this I deem the facred store.
So taikid these friends, and to the corlage haite; BUT coon a loud an? hafty fimmons ca!'s,
Shakes the thin roof, and echoes round the walls
A higher reward is generally offered for the head of a fugitive negro chan for bringing him alive.
Whofe murdrous hand andrew is bente protect, FOR him, who left to rey hope of life:
He bids the gazing throng around him fly, While Sloth with many a pang torments her Slave,
Fear waits on guilt, and Danger shakes the brave.
$ 130. Apology for Vagrants. ANON. And whose tender mercy neglect.
Has long fortuno held ,
The friendless, homeless object of despair;
For the poor vagrant feel, while he complains,
Nor from fud frcedom send io fadder chains.
Alike, if folly or inis fortune bronght
Those last of woes his evil days have wrought;
Perhaps on fome inhospitable ihore
Who, then no more by golden proipects led, 128. Description of a Couniry Clergyman Of the poor Indian begg'u a leafy bed. visiiing the Sick.
Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, ere his death some pious doubts arise, Perhaps that parent mourn'd her foldier llain; Some simple fears which “ bold bad” men Bent o'er her babe, her eye diffolv'd in dew', despite;
The big drops mingling with the milk he drew,
Gave the sad pretage of his future years,
The child of misery baptiz'd in tears !
leaving Elon School. By Dr. ROBERIS.
SINCE now a nobler scene awakes thy care,
Since manhood dawning, to fair Granta's tow'rs,
Where once in life's gay Ipring I lov'd to roam,
Invites thy willing steps ; accept, dear youth,
This parting firain; accept the fervent pray's The reft he gives to loves and labours light,
of him who loves thee with a pallion pure
As ever friendship drupp'd in human heart;
Thro' all the puzzled and perplexed round
Of life's meand'ring path, u; on thy head
May shower down every blefling, every joy,
gile! To raise the hope he feels not, or with zeal
Yet think not I will deign to flatter thee : To combat fears that ev’n the pious feel?
Shall he, the guardian of thy faith and truth,
The guide, the pilot of thy tender years,
At undeserved praiso? Perith the flave
Fawns on the vice, which some with honcft hand
Totouch th'accordant strings ? Fro!n that blest hour
Thy little heart beat high with honest praile,
That generous ardour in thy virtuous breast.
When the soft lute or pealing organ strikes reckon great;
you And know, amid those bleflings they poíless, The well-atremper'd ear ; fweet is the breath They are, like you, the viclins of diftreis ; Of honeft love, whçn nymph and gentle Twain
Waft sighs alternate to each other's heart: A lucid mirror, in which Nature secs
On ev'ry objeet thro' the giddy world So ficrile with what charms foe'er she will,
With which he calculates, computes, and scans, Which riots in thy generous breast, be check'd All distance, motion, magnitude ; and now By selfith cares; nor let the idle jeers
Veasures an atom, and now girds a world? Of laughing fools make thee forget thyself. In London. Where has commerce such a man, When didit thou hear a tender tale of woe, So richi, fo throng'd, so drain'd, and so fupplied And feel thy heart at reft? Have I not leen As London, opulent, enlarg'd, and still In eliy swoln eye the tear of sympathy, Increasing London Babylon of old The inilk of human kindness: Whendist thou Not more the glory of the carth, than the With envy rankling hear a rival prais'd ? A more accomplish'd world's chief glory now, When didit thou fight the wretched? when de- She has her praise. Now mark a spot or two The modest humble suit of poverty? ['pilo That fo much beauty would do well to purge; Thefe virtues fiill be thine ; nor ever learn And thew this queen of cities, that so fair To look with cold cyc on the charities
May yet be foul, so witty yet not wise. Of brother, or of parents ; think on those li is not scemly, nor of good report, Whofe anxious care thro'childhood's flippery path That she is lack in discipline ; more prompt Sustain'd thy feeble steps; whole every
with T'avenge than to prevent the breach of law. Is waited ftill to thee; reinember those
That the is rigid in denouncing death
Into his overgorg'd and bloated purse
Nor is it well, nor can it come to gooil, $ 132. Great Cities, and London in particular, That, through profane and infidel contempt allowed tbeir que l'ruise. COWPER.
Of holy writ, the has presum'd t'annul BUT tho'true worth and virtue in the mild And abrogate, as roundly as the may, And genial foii of cultivatcd life
The total ordinance and will of God; Thrive moft, and may perhaps thrive only there, Advancing fathion to the post of truth, Yet not in cities oft; in proud, and gay, And cent'ring all authority in modes And gain-devoted ciries. Thither flow, And cuftoms of her own, till Sabba:h rites As to a common and most noilome fewer, Have dwindled into unrepelled forins, The dregs and feculence of ev'ry land.
And knees and hassocks are well-nigh divorce. In cities, foul example on most minds
God made the country, and man made the foud. Begets its likeness. Rank abundance breeds What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts In gross and pamper'd cities sloth and lust, That can alone make fiveet the bitter draught And wantonness, and gluttonous excels. That lifc holds out to all, should most abound, In cities, vice is hidden with most ease,
And least be threaten'd, in the acids and groves! Or seen with leaft reproach; and virtue, taught Policis ye therefore, ye who, Lorne about By frequent lapse, can hope no triumph there In chariots and sedans, know no fatigue Beyond th' achievement of successful fight. But that of idlenets, and taste no scenes I do confess them nurs'ries of the arts,
But fuch as art contrives, poflefs ye fill In which they flourish most; where, in the beams Your element; there only ye can thine, Of warın encouragement, and in the eye There only minds like yours can do no harm. Of public note, they reach their perfect fize. Our groves were planted to console at noon Such London is, by taste and wealth proclaim'd rhe pensive wand'rer in their thades. At ere The fairelt capital of all the world,
The moon-beam, sliding softly in between By riot and incontinence the vorfi.
The sleeping leaves, is all the light they wish; Tohcrc, couch'd by Reynolds, a dull blank becomes Birds warlling, all the music, We can spare
The splendour of your lamps ; they but eclipse Till gowns at length are found mere masquerade;
And mortifies the lib'ral hand of love,
And vicious pleasures ; buys the boy a name, 133
The Want of Discipline in the Englis That fits a stigma on his father's house,
And cleaves through life inseparably close
To him that wears it. What can after-games IN colleges and halls, in ancient days,
When learning, virtue, piery, and truth, Of riper joys, and commerce with the world, Were precious, and inculcated with care,
The lewd vain world that must receive him soon, There dwelt a sage callid Discipline. His head, Add to such erudition thus acquir’d, Not yet by time completely filver'd o'er, Where science and where virtue are profess'd ? Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, They may confirm his habits, rivet fast But strong for service still, and unimpair'd. His folly; but to spoil him is a talk His eye was meek and gentle, and a fimile
That bids defiance to th’united pow'rs Play'd on his lips, and in his speech was heard Of fashion, dislipation, taverns, ftews. Paternal sweetness, dignity, and love.
Now, blame we most the nursings or the nurse? The occupation dearest to his heart
The children crook'd, and twisted, and deform’d, Was to encourage goodness. He would stroke Through want of carc, or her whole winking eye The head of modest and ingenuous worth
And llumb'ring ofcitancy mars the brood ? That blush'd at its own praile, and press the youth The nurse no doubt. Regardless of her charge, Close to his side that pleas'd him. Learning grew, She needs herself correction; needs to learn, Beneath his care, a thriving vigorous plant;
That it is dang’rous sp
with the world, The mind was well inform'd, the pallions held
With things fo facred as a nation's trust,
The nurture of her youth, her dearest pledge.
§ 134. Happy the Freedom of the Man whom Grew stern, and darted a severe rebuke;
Grace makes free-His Relish of the Works of
God Address to the Creator. CowPER.
Can wind around him, but he cafts it off
He looks abroad into the varied field
With those whose manfions glitter in his fight,
And the resplendent rivers ; his t' enjoy
Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
cap well lin'd with logic not his own, And by an emphasis of int'rest kis,
Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind
had place, and Scrutiny With worthy thoughts of that unwcaried love
Yes ye may fill your garners, ye that reap
will not find Grew rusty by disuse; and masly gates In feast or in the chace, in song or dance, Forgot their office, op'ning with a touch; A liberty like his, who, unimpeach'd