Imatges de pÓgina


To the Editors of the Anthology. GENTLEMEN, I enclose to you for publication NATHANIEL GARDNER’s Latin translation of

Dr. Watts' ode on the Nativity of Christ. It is faithfully copied from the manuscript of that eccentrick genius. He graduated at Harvard College in 1739, and was many years usher in the Latin school in Boston, under the celebrated Lovell. He died in the year 1760. He was distinguished for his classical taste and acquirements, of which the lines, now communicated, are no unfavourable specimen. The letters S. W. probably indicate the person to whom the performance was addressed, but it is not known to whom they refer. The sentence in the introduction, which he left incomplete, Tua carmina, &c. cannot be fully explained. Perhaps it has reference to Virgil's

Tale tuum carmen nobis, divine poeta,

Quale sopor for it appears that this elegant performance was a nocturnal exercise, in a time of invincible watchfulness. Yours,

Philo-MUSA December 25, 1806.

N. G. S. W. S. D. 1750. Hæc ego, paucis abhinc noctibus, fugiente oculos Morphæo, in lectulo condidi. Pignus istud, exigrium utcunque, amoris et observantiæ, excipias, quæso. Tua carmina, &c. Vale.



Shepherds, rejoice, &c.

DEJECTA, O, tandem sustollite lumina læti,

Et mala, Pastores, jam date vestra notis.
Gaudia genti hominum cælestis nuncius affert,

Nascitur en ! hodie, non peritura, salus.
Sedibus his, felix, hodie succedit lësus,

Quem numen, Seraphùm flammea turba colunt.
Urbes ingreditur jam nunc novus incola vestras,

Nec tamen is regum more modoque venit.
Non illum exornant Tyrio bis murice tinctæ

Vestes ; hunc circum regia nulla nitent.
Vile Deo præsepe dedit cunabula blando,

Hæc regum Regem sordida claustra tenent.
Ite, O pastores ! puerumque videte jacentem,

Præscpe, en! solium est-en! comitesque boves.
Ite, O pastores! puero date basia regi,
Dum lætæ lachrymæ prosiliunt oculis.

Poeta loquitur.
Hec cecinit Gabriel, divinâ voce, simulqite

Cælestes turmæ, læta corona, canunt.

Et majora canunt psallunt ac altius ;* et sic
Cantibus imposuit læta corona modum.

Chorus Angelorum.
Gloria summa Deo, nutu qui temperat orbes !

Rideat æternum pax quoque terra, tibi !
Ter genus humanum felix! venit ecce ! Redemptor.
Quid sit Patris amor, hoc veniente, scies.

Poeta loquitur.
Quid ? chorus angelicus quùm cantet talia lætus,

Gens ingrata hominum carmina nulla dabit ?
0, linguæ pereant, hærentes faucibus, ipsæ,
Si cessant laudes tot celebrare Dei.

Chorus hominum.
Gloria summa Deo, nutu qui temperat orbes !

Nosque suâ miseros qui recreavit ope.
Talem hominesque simul, Seraphesque canemus

Digna cani ambobus, nascitur ipsa salus.

For the Anthology.

19th September, 1803, and 19th December, 1806.
SURE, to the mansions of the blest,

When infant innocence ascends,
Some angel, brighter than the rest,

The spotless spirit's flight attends.
On wings of ecstacy they rise

Beyond where worlds material roll :
Till some fair sister of the skies

Receives the unpolluted soul.
There, at th’ Almighty Father's hand,

Nearest the throne of living light,
The choirs of infant seraphs stand,

And dazzling shine, where all are bright.
Chain’d for a dreary length of years

Down to these elements below,
Some stain the sky-born spirit bears,

Contracted from this world of woe.
That inextinguishable beam,

With dust united at our birth,
Sheds a more dim, discolour'd gleam,

The more it lingers upon earth.
Clos'd in this dark abode of clay

The stream of glory faintly burns ;
Nor unobscur'd the lucid ray

To its own native fount returns.
But when the Lord of mortal breath

Decrees bis bounty to resume,
And points the silent shaft of death,

Which speeds an infant to the tombOriginally written psalluntque sonoricus," but those words crossed with the pen in the manuscript, and the following note is subjoined: nusquain, apud probos saltem authores, occurrit vox ista, sonoricus ; sic corrige...psallunt ac altius.”

No passion fierce, no low desire

Has quench'd the radiance of the flame,
Back to its God, the living fire

Reverts, unclouded as it came.
Oh, Anna ! be that solace thine :

Let Hope her healing charm impart;
And soothe, with melodies divine,

The anguish of a mother's heart.
Oh! think the darlings of thy love

Divested of this earthly clod,
Amid unnumber'd saints above,

Bask in the bosom of their God.
Of their short pilgrimage on earth

Still tender images remain ;
Still, still they bless thee for their birth,

Still, filial gratitude retain.
The days of pain, the nights of care,

The bosom's agonizing strife,
The pangs which thou for them didst bear,

No! they forget them not with life.
Scarce could their germing thought oonceive

While in this vale of tears they dwelt ;
Scarce their fond sympathy relieve

The suffrance thou for them hast felt.
But there the soul's perennial Aower

Expands in never-fading bloom ;
Spurns at the grave's poor transient hour,

And shoots immortal from the tomb.
No weak, unform'd idea, there

Toils, the mere promise of a mind;
The tide of intellect flows clear,

Strong, full, unchanging and refin'd.
Each anxious care, each rending sigh,

That wrung for them the parent's breast,
Dwells on remembrance in the sky,

Amid the raptures of the blest.
O'er thee, with looks of love they bend,

For thee the Lord of life implore i
And oft from sainted bliss descend,

Thy wounded quiet to restore.
Oft in the stillness of the night

They smooth the pillow for thy bed :
Oft, till the morn's returning light,

Still watchful hover o'er thy head.
Hark! in such strains as saints employ,

They whisper to thy bosom, Peace;
Calm the perturbed heart to joy,
And bid the streaming sorrow cease.

i Then dry henceforth the bitter tear,

Their part and thine inverted see!
Thou wert their guardian angel here,

They guardian angels now to thee.
January 12, 1807.


JANUARY, 1807,

Librum tuum legi & quam diligentissime potui annotavi, que commutanda, quæ

eximenda, arbitrarer. Nam ego dicere vero assuevi. Neque ulli patientius reprehenduntur, quam qui maxime lav.lari merentur. PLIN.


can disapprove, with what very few Epistles, odes, and other poems, by will commend ; of purity and foulThomas Moore, Esq.- Tanti non

ness; of verses to seduce and veres, cis : sapis, Luperce. Phila

ses to warn, of that lighter poetry, delphia, John Watts. 1806. 8vo. whose character we have given, p. 306.

together with odes, shewy without

elegance, and cumbrous without The lighter poetry of Mr. Moore, sentiment ; and satires, in the form for which alone he is distinguish- of epistles,in which feeble thoughts ed, is elegant, voluptuous, and pro- are hardly supported by strong exAigate. It is not always well fin- pression. If we view its different ished ; the ideas are often indis- pieces in connection with each tilict, and the images obscure ; but other, and with the cbaracter of the it is commonly highly polished the author, we find in it repentance versification is smooth, and the without amendment, love without language brilliant. He may claim friendship, contempt without suprecedence to most of the minor periority, and pedantry without poets of the present day ; for learning. Mr. Moore, in the prethough he has discovered no felici- face, with a modesty, which every ty of invention, and none of those one knows how to estimate, says other powers which constitute a that he regrets having had leisure bard of the higher rank, yet there to write such trifles, and that he is is in his verses much of that fancy, induced to publish them by the which busies itself in properly a- liberal offers of his bookseller. As dorning little things, much ele- he is a young man, perhaps it gance of description, and much would have been as well to have delicacy of expression, and some- left us to believe that his vanity, times of sentiment. To obtain and not his avarice, overcame his this precedence, however, he has virtue. made a very dear sacrifice, for he Most of the poems, in this col. has built his fame, as a poet, on the lection, were written during Mr. ruins of his reputation as a man, Moore's absence from Europe, on and written with no common dis- a visit to America. The first regard of decency and morality. witich it contains is an epistle to

In the volume before us, there lord Strangford, which is fanciful is a singular mixture of what none and fond, and much superiour to

Vul IV. No. 1 F

the same,

any one, of equal length, in the of a country are seen depraved, the navolume.

tior is on the decline." I know not The short poem, which imme. what the Abbé Raynal would pronounce

of this nation now, were he alive to diately succeeds this epistle, is un

know the morals of the young students tainted, beautiful, and holy. Το

at Williamsburg ! But when he wrote, the following stanzas we are willing his countrymen had not yet introduced to give unlimited praise :

the “doctrinam deos spernentem” into

America. P. 141, note.
I felt how the pure intellectual fire,
In luxury loses its heavenly ray ;

Mr. Moore ranks himself among How soon in the ravishing cup of desire the disciples of the old school of The pearl of the soul may be melted morality and politicks. We adaway.

mit no such associates : And I prayed of that spirit, who light

...... procul hinc, procul inde puella ed the flame,

Lenonum, et cantus pernoctantis paraThat pleasure no more might its pu

siti." rity din ; And that sullied but little, or hrightly Passing over several poems, we

come to a collection entitled “ Odes I might give back the gem, I had borrowed from him.

to Nea,” in one of which, describ

ing Nea sleeping, there is the folThe thought was extatick, I felt as if lowing passage of oriental luxury heaven

of description, and obscurity of siHad already the wreath of eternity

militude : shown, As if passion all chastened, and errour

The broad banana's green embrace forgiven, My heart had begun to be purely its Hung shadowy round each tranquil

grace ;

One little beam alone could win It is to be regretted, that the The leaves to let it wander in,

And, stealing over all her charms, author of these stanzas should have

From lip to cheek, from neck to arms, employed his talents so ill as to

It glanc'd around a fiery kiss, write much of what follows in this All trembling, as it went, with bliss ! collection.

A few pages distant from the poem just mentioned, is Lay on her cheek, of vermil tinge,

Her eyelid's black and silken fringe “ The Wedding Ring,” which we Like the first ebon clond, that closes forbear to publish.

Dark on evening's heaven of roses ! Is it not strange, that the author, Her glances, though in slumber hid, who could sit down and cooly com

Seem'd glowing through their ivory lid, pose, and afterward deliberately A soft and liquid lustre threw;

And o'er her lip's reflecting dew publish such a poem ; that he, who Such as, declining dim and faint, could thus endeavour (we do not The lamp of some beloved saint say with what success) to seduce Doth shed upon a flowery wreath, away taste and feeling from their

Which pious hands have hung beneath

P. 96. natural alliance with virtue ; is it not strange, that he should have It may be excused, perhaps, in confidence to make, in another a poet, to talk of a sun-beain trempart of the same volune, the fol. bling with bliss, but it conveys no lowing observations ?

image of beauty to describe the

eye-lashes of his mistress, as lay. “The Abbé Raynal, in his propheticking on her cheek ; it is much admonitions to Americans, directing their attention very strongly to learned

more extravagant than fanciful, to establishments, sais,“ When the youth tell of the dew of her lip reflecting


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