Trac'd with diforder'd hand Campafpe's charms,
And as their beams the kindling canvas warms,
Triumphant love, with ftill fuperior art,
Engraves their wonders on the painter's heart.
Dear loft companion! ever conftant youth!
That fate had fil'd propitious on thy truth;
Nor bound th' enfanguin'd laurel on that brow
Where love ordain'd his brightest wreath to glow!
Then peace had led thee to her fofteft bow'rs,
And Hymen frew'd thy path with all his flow'rs;
Drawn to thy roof, by friendfip's filver cord,
Each focial joy had brighten'd at thy board;
Science, and foft affe&tion's blended rays
Had fhone unclouded on thy lengthen'd days;
From hour to hour thy tale, with confcious pride,
Had mark'd new talents in thy lovely bride;
Till thou had own'd the n agic of her face,
Thy fair Honora's leaf engaging grace.
Dear lot Honora; o'er thy early bier
Sorrowing the Jufe ftill meds her facred tear!
The blufiing rofe-bud in its vernal bed,
Ey zephyrs fan'd, by glif'ring dew-drops fed.
In June's gay morn that fernts the ambient air,
Was not more fweet, more innocent, or fair.
Oh! when fuch pairs their kindred spirit înd,
When fenfe and virtue deck each spoteis mind,
Hard is the doom that fall the union break,
And fate's dark billow rifes o'er the wreck.

EXTRACT from the fourth Book of Mr. MASON'S ENGLISH GARDEN.

He, boift'rous king, against the eastern cliffs
Dafl'd his white foam; a verdant vale between
Gave fplendid ingrefs to his world of waves.
Slaunting this vale the mound of that clear stream
Lay hid in fhade, which flowly lav'd his lawn :
But there fet free, the rill refum'd its pace,
And hurried to the main. The dell it paft
Was rocky and retir'd: here art with ease
Might lead it o'er a grot, and filter'd there,
Teach it to sparkle down its craggy fides,
And fall and tinkle on its pebbled floor.

Here then that grot he builds, and conchs with fpars,
Mofs petrified with branching corallines

In mingled mode arranges: all found here
Propriety of place; what view'd the main
Might well the fhelly gifts of Thetis bear.
Not fo the inland cave: with richer store
Than thofe the neighb'ring mines and mountains yield
To hang its roof, would feem incongruous pride,
And fright the local genius from the scene.

One vernal morn, as urging her the work
Surrounded by his hinds, from mild to cold
The feafon chang'd, from cold to sudden storm,
From ftorm to whirlwind. To the angry main
Swiftly he turns and fees a laden ship
Difmafted by its rage. "Hie, hie we all,"
Alcander cry'd, "quick to the neighb'ring beach."
They flew; they came, but only to behold,
Tremendous fight! the veffel dafh its poop
Amid the boiling breakers. Need I tell

What ftrenuous arts where us'd, when all where us'd
To fave the finking crew? One tender maid
Alone efcap'd, fav'd by Alcander's arm,
Who boldly fwam to fnatch her from the plank
To which the feebly clung; fwiftly to fhore,
And swifter to his home the youth convey'd
His clay-cold prize, who at his portal first
By one deep figh a fign of life betray'd.
A maid fo fav'd, if but by nature blest
With common charms, had foon awak'd a flame
More strong than pity, in that melting heart
Which pity warm'd before. But fhe was fair

As poets picture Hebe, or the fpring;
Graceful withal, as if each limb were caft
In that ideal mould whence Raphael drew
His Galatea: yes, th' impaffion'd youth
Felt more than pity when he view'd her charms.
Yet fhe, (ah, ftrange to tell) tho' much he lov'd,
Suppreft as much that fympathetic flame

Which love like his fhould kindle: did he kneel
In rapture at her feet? She bow'd the head,
And coldly bad him rife; or did he plead,
In terms of pureft paffion, for a smile?
She gave him but a tear: his manly form,
His virtues, ev'n the courage that preferv'd
Her life, befeem'd no fentiment to wake
Warmer than gratitude; and yet the love
With-held from him fhe freely gave his fcenes ;
On all their charms a juft applause bestow'd;
And, if the e'er was happy, only then

When wand'ring where thofe charms were most display'd.

SERENA'S

SERENA's Difficulty in the Choice of a Masquerade Dress.

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[From Mr. HAYLEY'S TRIUMPHS of TEMPER.]

OW in Diana's form fhe hopes to meet

A fond Endymion fighing at her feet;
Now her proud thought terreftrial pomp affumes,
And Dian's crefcent yields to Indian plumes;
Now, in the habit of the Grecian ifles,

She hears fome Ofman fuing for her fmiles,
And fees his foul that blaze of drefs outshine,
Whofe wealth impoverish'd a diamond mine;
Now fimpler charms her quick attention draw,
The rofe-crown'd bonnet, and the hat of straw,
A village-maid fhe feems, in neat attire,
A faithful fhepherd now her fole defire.
Thus, as new figures in her fancy throng
"She's every thing by ftarts, and nothing long :"
But, in the space of one revolving hour,
Flies thro' all states of poverty and power,
All forms, on whom her veering mind can pitch,
Sultana, gipfy, goddefs, nymph, and witch.
At length, her foul with Shakspeare's magic fraught,
The wand of Ariel fixt her roving thought;
Ariel's light graces all her heart poffefs,
And Jenny's order'd to prepare the drefs.
It seems already bought, with fond applaufe;
An azure tiffue, and a filver gauze;
Too foon, alas! that garb of heavenly hue
The ready mercer flashes to her view.

Ah blind to fate! how oft the youthful belle
Feels her gay heart at fight of tiffue swell!
And thinks the fashionable filk must prove
Her robe of triumph, and a spell to love!
To thee, fweet maid, whofe pleafure-darting eyes,
Joy in this favourite veft, an hour fhall rife,
When thou shalt hate the filk fo fondly fought,
And with thy filver-fpotted gaufe unbought.

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Defcription of ENNU I.

[From the fame Poem.]

ITHIN that ample nich,

With every quaint device of fplendor rich,

Yon phantom, who, from vulgar eyes withdrawn,
Appears to ftretch in one eternal yawn;

2

Of

Of empire here he holds the tottering helm,
Prime minifter in Spleen's difcordant realm,
The pillar of her spreading state, and more,
Her darling offspring, whom on earth the bore;
For, as on earth his wayward mother ftray'd,
Grandeur, with eyes of fire, her form furvey'd,
And with strong paffion ftarting from his throne,
Unloos'd the fullen queen's reluctant zone.
From his embrace conceiv'd in moody joy,
Rofe the round image of a bloated boy:
His nurfe was Indolence; his tutor Pomp,
Who kept the child from every childish romp:
They rear'd their nurfling to the bulk you fee,
And his proud parents call'd their imp Ennui.
This realm he rules, and in fuperb attire
Vifits each earthly palace of his fire:

A thoufand fhapes he wears, now pert, now prim,
Purfues each grave conceit, or idle whim;
In arms, in arts, in government engages,
With monarchs, poets, politicians, fages;
But drops each work, the moment it's begun,
And, trying all things, can accomplish none:
Yet o'er each rank, and age, and fex, his fway,
Spreads undifcern'd, and makes the world his prey.
The light coquet, amid flirtation, fighs,
To find him lurk in Pleafure's vain difguife;
And the grave nun difcovers, in her cell,
That holy water but augments his fpell.
As the ftrange monfter of the ferpent breed,
That haunts, as travellers tell, the marshy mead,
Devours each noble beast, tho' firmly grown
To fize and strength fuperior to his own ;-
For on the grazing horfe, or larger bull,
Subtly he fprings, of dark faliva full,
With fwiftly-darting tongue his prey anoints
With venom, potent to diffolve its joints,
And, while its bulk in liquid poifon fwims,
Swallows its melting bone, and fluid limbs :-
So this Ennui, this wonder-working elf,
Can vanquish powers far mightier than himself.

Defcription of SCANDAL.

[ From the fame Poem. ]

RAPT in dark mifts, malignant Scandal flies,

While Envy's poifon'd breath the buoyant gale fupplies.

Tho' Sheridan, with fhatts of comic wit,

Pieic'd, and expos'd her to the laughing pit,

The

Th' immortal hag ftill wears her paper crown;
The dreaded emprefs of the idle town:
O'erleaping her prerogative of old,

To fink the noble, to defame the bold;-
In chace of worth to flip the dogs of strife,
Thro' all the ample range of public life ;-
The tyrant now, that fanctuary burst,
Where Happiness by Privacy is nurft,
Her fury riling as her powers increase,
O'erturns the altars of domeftic Peace.
Pleas'd in her dark and gall-diftilling cloud
The fportive form of Innocence to fhroud,
Beauty's young train her baleful eyes furvey,
To mark the faireit, as her favourite prey.
Hence, fweet Serena, while thy fpirit stray'd
Round the deep realms of fubterranean fhade,
This keeneft agent of th'infernal powers
On earth was bufied in those tranquil hours,
To blast thy peace and poifon'd darts to aim,
Against the honour of thy fpotless name:
For Scandal, restless fiend, who never knows
The balmy blefling of an hour's repofe,
Worn, yet unfated with her daily toil,
In her bafe work confumes the midnight oil.
O'er fiercer fiends when heavy flumbers creep,
When wearied Avarice and Ambition fleep,
Scandal is vigilant, and keen to spread
The plagues that fpring from her prolific head.
On Truth's fair bafis fhe her falfehood builds,
With tinfel fentiment its furface gilds;
To nightly labour from their dark abodes
The demons of the groaning prefs fhe goads,
And smiles to fee their rappid art fupply
Ten thousand wings to every infant lyc.

CONCLUSION of the POEM.

T length the enraptur'd youth, all forms compleat,
Bears his fweet bride to his paternal feat ;

On a fair lawn the chearful manfion ftood,

And high behind it rofe a circling wood.
As the blefs'd lord of this extenfive reign
Led his dear partner thro' her new domain,
With fond furprize, Serena foon deferied
A temple rais'd to her etherial guide.
Its ornaments fhe view'd with tender awe,
Their fashion such as the in vifion faw ;

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