Here 'tis the soul feels sudden youth,
ON BARCLAY'S APOLOGY FOR THE And meets exulting, virgin Truth ;
QUAKERS.*

Here, like a breeze of gentlest kind,
Impulses rustle through the mind :

Here shines that light with glowing face, These sheets primeval doctrines yield,

The fuse divine, that kindles grace; Where revelation is reveal'd;

Which, if we trim our lamps, will last, Soul-phlegm from literal feeding bred,

Till darkness be by dying past.
Systems lethargic to the head

And then goes out at end of night,
They purge, and yield a diet thin,
That turns to Gospel-chyle within.

Extinguish'd by superior light.

Ah me! the heats and colds of life,
Truth sublimate may here be seen
Extracted from the parts terrene.

Pleasure's and pain's eternal strise,
In these is shown, how men obtain

Breed stormy passions, which confin'd, What of Prometheus poets feign:

Shake, like th' Æolian vale, the mind, To Scripture plainness dress is brought,

And raise despair; my lamp can last,

Plac'd where they drive the furious blast. And speech, apparel to the thought. They hiss from instinct at red coats,

False eloquence! big empty sound ! And war, whose work is cutting throats.

Like showers that rush upon the ground! Forbid, and press the law of love;

Little beneath the surface goes,

All streams along, and muddy flows. Breathing the spirit of the dove.

This sinks, and swells the buried grain,
Lucrative doctrines they detest,

And fructifies like southern rain.
As manufactur'd by the priest ;
And throw down turnpikes, where we pay

His art, well hid in mild discourse,
For stuff, which never mends the way;

Exerts persuasion's winning force, And tythes, a Jewish tax, reduce,

And nervates so the good design, And frank the Gospel for our use.

That king Agrippa's case is mine. They sable standing armies break;

Well-natur'd, happy shade forgive! But the militia useful make :

Like you I think, but cannot live. Since all unhir'd may preach and pray,

Thy scheme requires the world's contempt, Taught by these rules as well as they;

That from dependence life exempt; Rules, which, when truths themselves reveal,

And constitution fram'd so strong, Bid us to follow what we feel.

This world's worst climate cannot wrong. The world can't hear the small still voice,

Not such my lot, not Fortune's brat, Such is its bustle and its noise ;

I live by pulling off the hat; Reason the proclamation reads,

Compell'd by station every hour

To bow to images of power;
But not one riot passion heeds.
Wealth, honor, power, the graces are,

And in life's busy scenes immers'd,
Which here below our homage share:

See better things, and do the worst. They, if one votary they find

Eloquent Want, whose reasons sway, To mistress more divine inclin'd,

And make ten thousand truths give way, In truth's pursuit, t cause delay,

While I your scheme with pleasure trace, Throw golden apples in his way.

Draws near, and stares me in the face. Place me, O Heav'n, in some retreat ;

“Consider well your state," she cries, There let the serious death-watch beat,

“Like others knecl, that you may rise ; There let me self in silence shun,

Hold doctrines, by no scruples vex'd, To feel thy will, which should be done.

To which preferment is annex'd; The n comes the Spirit to our hut,

Nor madly prove, where all depends, When fast the senses' doors are shut;

Idolatry upon your friends. For so divine and pure a guest

See, how you like my rueful face, The emptiest rooms are furnish'd best.

Such you must wear, if out of place. O Contemplation! air serene!

Crack'd is your brain to turn recluse From damps of sense, and fogs of spleen!

Without one farthing out at use. Pure mount of thought! thrice holy ground,

They, who have lands, and safe bank-stock, Where grace, when waited for, is found.

With faith so founded on a rock,
May give a rich invention ease,
And construe Scripture how they please.

“ The honor'd prophet, that of old
* This celebrated book was written by its author, both Us'd Heav'n's high counsels to unfold,
in Latin and English, and was afterwards translated into Did, more than courier angels, greet
High Dutch. Low Dutch, French, and Spanish, and proba

The crows, that brought him bread and meat. bly into other languages. It has always been esteemed a very ingenious defence of the principles of Quakerism, even by those who deny the doctrines which it endeavors to establish. The author was born at Edinburgh in 1648,

THE SEEKER. and received part of his education at the Scots College in Paris, where his uncle was principal. His father became

When I first came to London, I rambled about, one of the earliest converts to the new sect, and from

From sermon to sermon, took a slice and went out his example, the son seems to have been induced to tread in his steps. He died on the 3d of October, 1690, in the

ho Then on me, in divinity bachelor, tried 421 year of his age.

Many priests to obtrude a Levitical bride;

And urging their various opinions, intended

Say, father Thames, whose gentle pace To make me wed systems, which they recom Gives leave to view what beauties grace mended.

Your flow'ry banks, if you have seen Said a lech'rous old friar skulking near Lincoln's The much-sung Grotto of the queen. inn,

Contemplative, forget awhile
(Whose trade's to absolve, but whose pastime's to Oxonian towers, and Windsor's pile,
sin ;

And Wolsey's pridet (his greatest guilt)
Who, spider-like, seizes weak Protestant flies, And what great William since has buili,
Which hung in his sophistry cobweb he spies ;) And flowing fast by Richmond scenes,
“Ah! pity your soul; for without our church pale, (Honor'd retreat of two great queensi)
If you happen to die, to be damn'd you can't fail; From Sion-House.ll whose proud survey
The Bible, you boast, is a wild revelation:

Browbeats your flood, look 'cross the way. Hear a church that can't err, if you hope for sal And view, from highest swell of tide, vation."

The milder scenes of Surrey side.
Said a formal non-con, (whose rich stock of grace Though yet no palace grace the shore,
Lies forward expos'd in shop-window of face) To lodge that pair you should adore ;
* Ah! pity your soul : come, be of our sect:

Nor abbeys, great in ruin, rise,
For then you are safe, and may plead you're elect. Royal equivalents for vice;
As it stands in the Acts, we can prove ourselves Behold a grot, in Delphic grove,
saints,

The Graces' and the Muses' love.
Being Christ's little flock everywhere spoke against."|| (O, might our laureate study here,

Said a jolly church parson, (devoted to ease, I How would he hail his new-born year!)
While penal-law dragons guard his golden fleece) A temple from vain glories free,
"If you pity your soul, I pray listen to neither; Whose goddess is Philosophy,
The first is in error, the last a deceiver:

Whose sides such licens'd idols crown That our's is the true church, the sense of our As Superstition would pull down: tribe is,

The only pilgrimage I know, And surely in medio tutissimus ibis."

That men of sense would choose to go : Said a yea and nay Friend, with a stiff hat and Which sweet abode, her wisest choice, band,

Urania cheers with heavenly voice, (Who while he talk'd gravely would hold forth his While all the Virtues gather round, hand,)

To see her consecrate the ground. “ Dominion and wealth are the aim of all three, If thou, the god with winged feet, Though about ways and means they may all dis In council talk of this retreat, agree;

And jealous gods resentment show
Then prithee be wise, go the Quaker's by-way, At altars rais'd to men below;
'Tis plain, without turnpikes, so nothing to pay.” Tell those proud lords of Heaven, 'tis fit

Their house our heroes should admit;
While each exists, as poets sing,
A lazy, lewd immortal thing,
They must (or grow in disrepute)

With Earth's first commoners recruit.
THE GROTTO,*

Needless it is in terms unskill'd

To praise whatever Boyle 5 shall build ;
WRITTEN BY MR GREEN, UNDER THE NAME OF Needless it is the busts to name
PETER DRAKE, A FISHERMAN OF BRENTFORD.

Of men, monopolists of fame;
Four chiefs adorn the modest stone,

For virtue as for learning known;
Printed in the year 1732, but not published.

The thinking sculpture helps to raise Scilicet hic possis curvo dignoscere rectum,

Deep thoughts, the genii of the place:
Atque inter silvas Academi quærere verum.

Hor.
Our wits Apollo's influence beg.
The Grotto makes them all with egg:

† Hampton Court, begun by Cardinal Wolsey, and is Finding this chalkstone in my nest,

proved by King William III. I strain, and lay among the rest.

1 Queen Anne, consort to King Richard II. and Ques

Elizabeth, both died at Richmond.
ADIEU a while, forsaken food,
To ramble in the Delian wood,

| Sion-House is now a seat belonging to the Duke of

Northumberland,
And pray the god my well-meant song
May not my subject's merit wrong.

SRichard Boyle, Earl of Burlington, a nobleman remark able for his fine taste in architecture. "Never were tection and great wealth more generously and judiciously diffused than by this great person, who had every quality

J of a genius and artist, except envy." * A building in Richmond Gardens, erected by Queen

He died December Caroline, and committed to the custody of Stephen Duck. 19, 1103. At the time this poem was written, many other verses ap- ' |The author should have said five; there being the peared on the same subject.

THOMAS TICKELL.

THOMAS TICKELL, a poet of considerable ele. Gentleman at Avignon." Both these are selected gance, born at Bridekirk, near Carlisle, in 1686, for the purpose of the present volume. He was was the son of a clergy man in the county of Cum- about this time taken to Ireland, by Addison, who berland. He was entered of Queen's College, Ox. went over as secretary to Lord Sunderland. When ford, in 1701, and having taken the degree of M. A. Pope published the first volume of his translation of in 1708, was elected fellow of his college, first ob- the Iliad, Tickell gave a translation of the first taining from the crown a dispensation from the book of that poem, which was patronized by Addistatute requiring him to be in orders. He then son, and occasioned a breach between those emicame to the metropolis, where he made himself nent men. Tickell's composition, however, will known to several persons distinguished in letters. bear no poetical comparison with that of Pope, and When the negotiations were carrying on which accordingly he did not proceed with the task. On brought on the peace of Utrecht, he published a the death of Addison, he was intrusted with the poem entitled "The Prospect of Peace," which ran charge of publishing his works, a distinction which through six editions. Addison, with whom he had he repaid by prefixing a life of that celebrated ingratiated himself by an elegant poem on his opera man, with an elegy on his death, of which Dr. Johnof Rosamond, speaks highly of “The Prospect of son says, “ That a more sublime or elegant funeral Peace," in a paper of the Spectator, in which he poem is not to be found in the whole compass of expresses himself as particularly pleased to find English literature.”. Another piece, which might be that the author had not amused himself with fables justly placed at the head of sober lyrics, is his out of the Pagan theology. This commendation" Ode to the Earl of Sunderland," on his installaTickell amply repaid by his lines on Addison's tion as a knight of the Garter; which, keeping Cato, which are superior to all others on that sub- within the limits of truth, consigns a favorite name ject, with the exception of Pope's Prologue to its real honors.

Tickell, being attached to the succession of the Tickell iş represented as a man of pleasing man. House of Hanover, presented George I. with a poem ners, fond of society, very agreeable in conversaentitled “The Royal Progress;" and more effec- tion, and upright and honorable in his conduct. He tually served the cause by two pieces, one called was married, and left a family. His death took “ An Imitation of the Prophecy of Nereus ;" the place at Bath, in 1740, in the 54th year of his age. other, “ An Epistle from a Lady in England, to al