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Another plague of more gigantick arm As if the pent-up humours by delay
Aruse ; a monster, never known before, Were grown more fell, more putrid,
Rer'd from Cocytus its portentous and malign
head.

ilere lay their hopes (though little hope This rapid Fury, not like other pests,

renaired) Pu.sued a gradual course, but in a day With full effusion of perpetual sweats Rushd, as a storin, o'er half th' aston- To drive the venom qut. And here the ished isle,

tates And strewed with sudden carcases the t'er kind, that long they lingered not land.

in pain

For who survived the sun's diurnal race, First through the shoulders, or whai- Rose from the dreary gates of hell re. ever part

deemed Was seized the first, a fervid vapour reme the sixth hour oppress'd, and some sprung

the third. With rash combustion thence, the quis ering spark

uf nany thousands few untainted Shot to the heart, and kindled all within . 'scap'd ; And soon the surface caught the spread. Ortose infected, fewer 'scap'd alive ; ing fires.

Of those, who lived, some telt a second Through all the yielding pores the melt

blow : ed blood

And, whom the second spar'd, a third Gushed out in smoky sweats ; but destroyed. nought assuaged

Frantick with fear, they sought by The torrid heat within, nor aught reliev'd fight to sliun The stomach's anguish. With inces. The fierce contagion. O'er the mournsant toil,

ful land Desperate of ease, impatient of their Th’infected city pour'd her hurrying pain,

swarms : They toss'd from side to side. In vain Rous'd by the flames, that fired her the stream

seats around, Ran fall and clear, they burn'd and Th' infected country rush'd into the thirsted still ;

town. The restless arteries with rapid blood Some, sad at home, and in the desert Beat strong and frequent. Thick and some, pantingly

Thjured the fatal commerce of mankind. The breath was fetched, and with huge vin-where'er they fed, the fates labourings heaved.

pursued. At last a heavy pain oppress'd the head, sahe. d, with hopes more specious, A wild delirium came ; their weeping cross'd the main, friends

To seek protection in far distant skies ; Were strangers now, and this no home But none they found. It seemed, the of theirs.

general air, Harass'd with toil on toil, the sinking From pole to pole, from Atlas to the East, powers

Was then at enmity with English blood. Lay prostrate and o'erthrown ; a poti For, but the race of England, all were derous sleep

safe Wrapt all the senses up... they slept in foreign climes ; nor did this Fury and died.

The foreign blood, which England then In some, a gentle horrour crept at first contained. O'er all the limbs; the sluices of the skin Where should they fly? The circum..mWithheld their moisture, till by art bient heaven provoked

Involved them still, and every breeze The sweats o'erflowed, but in a clammy

was bane. tide ;

Where find relief? The salutary art Now free and copious, now restrained Was mute, and, startied at the new and slow ;

disease, Of tinctures various, as the temperature in fearful whispers hopelessomens gare. Had mixed the blood ; and rank with To heaven, with suppliant rites, they fetid steam,

sent their prayers ; Vol. IV. No. 3. S

taste

Heaven heard them not. Of every hope once paid the tax of a wealthy deprived,

bachelor, in being called on to Fatigued with vain resources, and sub

maintain a child not his own. Ned dued With woes resistless,& enfeebling fear, immediately gained the reputaPassive they sunk beneath the weighty tion, particularly among his female blow.

i friends, of being a man of gallanNothing but lamentable sounds were

try
It was no

sooner known heard, Nor aught was seen but ghastly views

that Ned was engaged to a fine of death.

woman, than the child began to Infectious horrour ran from face to face, multiply ; and the future Mrs. And pale despair. 'Twas all the busi- Worthy is actually threatened, on ness then

hier marriage, to be presented with To tend tie sick, and in their turns to die.

no less than TWELVE ILLEGITIIn heaps they fell; and oft one bed, they sal,

MATE CHILDREN. The story of the The sick’ning, dying, and the dead black crows is no longer a fable. contained.'

It was currently reported, and

at last confidently affirmed, that, on I hope that the excellence of Thursday last, Will Careless was this passage will apologize for its caught in bed with Mrs. B. The length ; and, indeed, the whole

whole Exchange was alive, and poem is worthy of attention, and every insurance-office electrified cannot fail of affording sincere with the intelligence. You would pleasure to those who possess a have thought, that some important classical taste, undebauched by the news had arrived from Europe ; meretricious ornaments and gaudy that Bonaparte had arrived at Petrappings of modern poetasters.

tersburgh, or that the French had been cut up piece-neal. On in

quiry, it was discovered, that Mrs. THERE is nothing more B. was on that day in the country temptible, than that gossipping dis- with her family, and that Will had position, which delights in hearing not yet returned from Philadeland repeating little tales of slander phia, whither he had gone some and ill-nature. What is wonder- time since on business. ful, is, that persons of any sense Miss Prudelia Prim, it was said, should give credence to the ridic- was actually delivered of coloured ulous stories in circulation. For twins. It turned out, on investimy own part, I make it a standing gation, that miss Prudy's lap-dog rule never to believe any report to had brought her two black puppies. the disadvantage of a friend or acquaintance, upon the mere asser- Cowper's HOMER. tion of an indifferent person. I "The merits of Mr. Cowper have always found, on examina- (says Gilbert Wakefield, speaking tion, that the story is either entire- of the translators of Homer) it is ly false, or else so disguised and much more difficult to estimate, exaggerated, as to be widely dis- with a benevolent regard at the tant from the real truth.

same time to the sacred feelings Ned Worthy is one of the best of an amiable writer, under a rev. fellows in the world. Whenever erence inspired by a man of fine he enters, there is a smile of satis- genius, and with justice to the faction on every face in the room. publick, by a religiously scrupuAs he is in easy circumstances, he lous adherence to sincerity.

GOSSIPPING.

COD

speak with unwilling emphasis, bellishment of poetick phraseolbut unaffected besitation, when I ogy. His turns of expression assert, if my own ears are not ab- are, on many occasions, bit off solutely unattuned to the mellifluo with most ingenious felicity ; and ous cadence of poetick numbers, there are specimens of native simthe structure of Mr. Cowper's plicity also in his performance, verse is harsh, broken, and inhar that place him at least on a level monious, to a degree inconceivable with his author, and vindicate his in a writer of so much original title, in this respect, to superiority and intrinsick excellence. His fi- over all his predecessors in this delity to his author is, however, en. arduous and most painful enter. titled to unreserved praise, and prize. Boswell, in his Life of Johnproclaims the accuracy and intel- son, has spoken of Mr. Cowper's ligence of a critical proficient in translation with an unfeeling petuhis language. The true sense of lance, with an insolent dogmatism, Homer, and the character of his perfectly congenial to that rash phraseology, may be seen in Mr. and audacious censor.' Cowper's version to more advan. Notwithstanding this panegy. tage, beyond all comparison, than rick, Boswell's opinion seems to in any other translation whatsoever be that of the publick, and the inwithin the compass of my knowl- solent dogmatism of an audacious edge. His epithets are frequently censor is not inapplicable to Gilcombined after the Greek manner, bert himself, with all his learning which our language happily admits, and abilities, which are readily acwith singular dexterity and com- knowledged to have been great and plete success. His diction is grand, uncommon. The accuracy of his copious, energetick, and diversi- judgment and the firmness of his fied, full fraught with every em- taste are points more questionable.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

For the Anthology. (Hoc jucundum carmen scriptum fuisse dicitur A. D. 1742: et, a Sam. Johnson,

in vita, inter optima ingenii facinora poetæ nostri numeratur. Hujus carminis figuram ab Horatio, car. 35, lib. 1, captam esse, non negatum est ;

quanquam longe viribus, in opere sequente, Romano noster Anglus anteponeretur.-Multa certe micantia, quæ in Anglicano carmine apparent, in his meis Latinis versibus, sive non reperiuntur, sive dubie coruscant.]

CARMEN
THOMÆ GRAY,

IN

ADVERSITATEM,

LATINIS VERSIBUS REDDITUM.

0, soboles magni Jovis ! O, tu ferrea virgo !
Pectora quæ superas hominum, domitasque catena ;
Te veniente, boni pravique premuntur, et omnes
Tempora mæsta malo tua et aspera verbera vitant

Turgentes animis, qui sunt in sede superbo,
Ob tua, sæpe humiles, adamantina vincula mærent ;
Abjecti, incassum insolitis rubeique tyranni
Et curis lugent, fulgent et inaniter ostro.

Cum natam voluit primum demittere ab alto,
Virtutem in terris, hominum pater, et sibi caram,
Progeniem tibi sideream tum tradidit ille,
Præcipiens teneram infantis te educere mentem.
Per multos sequitur virtus tractibilis annus,
Doctrinamque tulit duram, aspera, frigida nutrix !
Tristitiæque graves docuisti noscere vias,
* Disceret illa malo ut, miserus versata, moveri.

Attonitique, tuos fugiunt vultus metuendos
Stultitiæque cohors, fastosaque, vanaque turma,
Clamor, et immanis Risus, cum Gaudio inani.
Hi fugiunt nobis tempus dant discere justa :
Ut levis aura abeunt, et disperguntur iis cum
Hostilisque comes, nimium atque sodalis apricus ;
Prosperitas ubi sit quærunt promissaque portant
Illi iterum fidei, illa iterum et in amore feruntur,

At gratibus, tibi sunt comites, sanctisque sequuntur
Vestibus ornata, in primis, Sapientia nigris,
Atque profundo animo vasta et sublimia versans.
Proxima nunc illa et, semper taciturna puella,
Oraque habens mæsta, et terram in sua lumina tendens
Omnibus illa ac apparens blandissima Diva ;
Justitia austeras dura imponens sibi leges ;
Illa et sensibilis fundans a pectore guttas.

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Tu, proles metuenda Deum, exaudique petentem,
Leniter exerceque tuum objurgante flagello ;
Non ut visa, veni, penis succincta malorum,
Horrificans furiis, serpentibus undique compta,
Verberibusque ferox, et lumina torrida volvens ;
Nec rapido incessu ardescens, nec voce minaci,
Horrens comitata altis plangoribus atri,
Nec Morbo, morienteque Spe, Penuría et arcta.

Et, Deu, şume sibi blanda ora, oculosque benignos,
Terroresque remitte tuos, et vincla relaxa ;
Atque tua agmina fer veniens Sapientia tecum,
Non curas augere meas, lenire sed acres.
Da mihi naturam eversam inque reducere sedem ;
Et bene amare meos, ignoscere et instrue mentem.
Hæc quoque tu concede mihi, mea noscere prava,
Quo vivunt alii modo, et ipsum hominem esse peractum.

* Hujus versus medulla extrahitur ossibus Virgilii, ut seq. “ Haud ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.”

L. M. SARGENT. March, 1807.

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“Sweet pliability of man's temper, which can at once surrender itself to illusions, that cheat expectation and time of their

weary moments."

GODDESS of golden dreams, whose magick power

Sheds smiles of joy o'er misery's haggard face,
And lavish strews the visionary fiower
To deck life's dreary path with transient

grace :

I woo thee, Fancy, from thy fairy cell,

Where, mid the endless woes of human kind,
Wrapt in ideal bliss, thou lov'st to dwell,

And sport in happier regions, unconfined.

Deep sunk, oh Goddess ! in thy pleasing trance,

Oft let me seek some low sequestred vale,
Whilst WISDOM's self shall steal a side-long glance

And smile contempt,-but listen to my tale.

Alas! how little do thy votries guess

Those rigid truths, which learned fools revere,
Serve but to prove (oh bane to happiness !)

Our joys delusive, but our woes sincere.

Be't theirs to search, where clust'ring roses grow,

Touching each sharp thorn-point to prove how keen ;
Be 't mine—to trace their beauties as they blow,

And catch their fragrance, where they blush unseen.

Haply, my path may lie through barren vales,

Where niggard Fortune all her smiles denies--
E'en there shall Fancy scent the ambient gales,

And scatter flow'rets of a thousand dyes.

Nor let the worldling scoff ; be his the task

To form deep schemes, and mourn his hopes betray'd ;
Be ’t mine to range unseen, 'tis all I ask,

And frame new worlds beneath the silent shade ;

To bid groves, hills, and limpid streams appear,

The gilded spire, arch'd dome, and fretted vault,
And sweet society be ever near,

Love ever fond, and friends without a fault.

I see entranc'd the gay conception rise,

My harvest ripen, and my white flocks thrive ;
And still, as Fancy pours her large supplies,
I taste the godlike happiness to give ;

To check the patient widow's deep-felt sigh,

To shield her infant from the north-blast rude,
To bid the sweetly glittering tear arise,

That swims in the glad eye of gratitude.

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