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On glorious schemes, and thoughts of empire dwell, | Nor fcars the hawker in her warbling note
To vend the discontented statesman's thought,
Sore smitten for the love of sacred song, Say, what new succours does the chief prepare ? The tuneful sisters still pursue their trade, The strength of armies? or the force of prayer ? Like Philomela darkling in the shade. Does he from Heaven or Earth his hopes derive? Poor Trott attends, forgetful of a fare, From saints departed, or from priests alive? (stand, And hums in concert o'er his easy chair. Nor saints nor priests can Brunswick's troops with- Meanwhile, regardless of the royal cause, And beads drop useless through the zealot's liand; His sword for James no brother sovereign draws. Heaven to our vows may future kingdoms owe, The pope himself, surrounded with alarms, But skill and courage win the crowns below. To France his bulls, to Corfu sends his arms,
Ere to thy cause, and thee, my heart inclin'd, And though he hears his darling son's complaint, Or love to party had seduc'd my mind,
Can hardly spare one tutelary saint, In female joys I took a dull delight,
But lists them all to guard his own abodes, Slept all the morn, and punted half the night: And into ready money coins his gods. But now, with fears and public cares possest, The dauntless Swede, pursued by vengeful foes, The church, the church, for ever breaks my rest. Scarce keeps his own hereditary snows; The postboy on my pillow I explore,
Nor must the friendly roof of kind Lorrain And sift the news of every foreign shore,
With feasts regale our garter'd youth again. Studious to find new friends, and new allies; Safe, Bar-le-Duc, within thy silent grove What armies march from Sweden in disguise ; The pheasant now may porch, the hare may rove: How Spain prepares her banners to unfold, The knight, who aims unerring from afar, And Rome deals out her blessings, and her gold : Th' adventurous knight, now quits the sylvan war : Then o'er the map my finger, taught to stray, Thy brinded boars may slumber undismay'd, Cross many a region marks the winding way; Or grunt secure beneath the chesnut shade. From sea to sea, from realm to realm I rove, Inconstant Orleans (still we mour the day And grow a mere geographer by love:
That trusted Orleans with imperial sway) But still Avignon, and the pleasing coast
Far o'er the Alps our helpless monarch sends, That holds thee banish'd, claims my care the most : Far from the call of his desponding friends. Oft on the well-known spot I fix my eyes,
Such are the terms, to gain Britannia's grace! And span the distance that between us lies.
And such the terrours of the Brunswick race ! Let not our James, thouglı foil'd in arms, despair, Was it for this the Sun's whole lustre fail'd, Whilst on his side he reckons half the fair :
And sudden midnight o'er the Moon prevail'd! In Britain's lovely isle a shining throng
For this did Heaven disp
to mortal eyes War in his cause, a thousand beauties strong. Aërial knights and combats in the skies! Th' unthinking victors vainly boast their powers ; Was it for this Northumbrian streams look'd red! Be theirs the musket, while the tongue is ours. And Thames driv’n backward show'd his secret bed! We reason with such Auency and fire,
False auguries! th' insulting victor's scorn! The beaux we baffle, and the learned tire,
Ev'n our own prodigies against us tum! Against her prelates plead the church's cause, O portents construed on our side in vain! And from our judges vindicate the laws.
Let never Tory trust eclipse again! Then mourn not, hapless prince, thy kingdoms lost ; Run clear, ye fountains ! be at peace, ye skies! A crown, though late, thy sacred brows may boast; And, Thames, henceforth to thy green borders rise ! Heaven seems through us thy empire to decree ; To Rome then must the royal wanderer go, Those who win hearts, have given their hearts to thee. And fall a suppliant at the papal toe ?
Hast thou not heard that when, profusely gay, His life in sloth inglorious must he wear, Our well-drest rivals grac'd their sovereign's day, One half in luxury, and one in prayer? We stubborn damsels met the public view
His mind perhaps at length debauch'd with ease, In loathsome wormwood, and repenting rue ? The proffer'd purple and the hat may please, What Whig but trembled, when our spotless band Shall he, whose ancient patriarchal race In virgin roses whiten'd half the land?
To mighty Nimrod in one line we trace,
In solemn conclave sit, devoid of thought,
Those who the succours of the fair despise, Garnet and Faux shall he with prayers invoke,
Yet still his share thy rival will contest, The land of love, the Paphos of the town,
And still the double claim divides my breast. Fair patriots sallying oft have put to flight The fate of James with pitying eyes I view, With all their poles the guardians of the night, And wish my homage were not Brunswick's due : And bore, with screams of triumph, to their side To James my passion and my weakness guide, The leader's staff in all its painted pride.
But reason sways me to the victor's side.
Though griev'd I speak it, let the truth appear ! Where Britain's foremost names are found,
Who made the hostile nations moan,
Sprung from the chief whose prowess gain'd
The dread of Gauls in Cressi's field, The pious town sees fifty churches rise :
Which, in thy high-arch'd temple rais'd, The hero triumphs as his worth is known,
For four long centuries hath blaz'd.
These seats our sires, a hardy kind,
The flower of chivalry, who drew Shows all his sire : another and the same.
With sinew'd arm the stubborn yew : He, blest in lovely Carolina's arms,
Or with heav'd pole-ax clear'd the field; To future ages propagates her charms :
Or who, in justs and tourneys skill'd, With pain and joy at strife, I often trace
Before their ladies' eyes renown'd, The mingled parents in each daughter's face ; Threw horse and horseman to the ground. Half sickening at the sight, too well I spy The father's spirit through the mother's eye:
In after-times, as courts refin'd, In vain new thoughts of rage I entertain,
Our patriots in the list were join'd. And strive to hate their innocence in vain.
Not only Warwick stain'd with blood, O princess ! happy by thy foes confest !
Or Marlborough near the Danube's flood, Blest in thy husband ! in thy children blest !
Have in their crimson crosses glow'd; As they from thee, from them new beauties born, But, on just lawgivers bestow'd, While Europe lasts, shall Europe's thrones adorn. These emblems Cecil did invest, Transplanted to each court, in times to come, And gleam'd on wise Godolphin's breast. Thy smile celestial and unfading bloom, Great Austria's sons with softer lines shall grace, So Greece, ere arts began to rise, And smooth the frowns of Bourbon's haughty race. Fix'd huge Orion in the skies, The fair descendants of thy sacred bed,
And stern Alcides, fam'd in wars, Wide-branching o'er the western world shall spread, Bespangled with a thousand stars ; Like the fain'd Banian tree, whose pliant shoot Til letter'd Athens round the Pole To earthward bending of itself takes root,
Made gentler constellations roll ; Till, like their mother plant, ten thousand stand In the blue heavens the lyre she strung, In verdant arches on the fertile land;
And near the Maid the Balance * hung.
Othou, to whom these mournful lines I send, Where knights and kings promiscuous stand.
In doubtful days our home-bred foes !
Who rais'd his country's wealth so high, Tir'd out at length, submit to fate's decree? Or view'd with less desiring eye! If not to Brunswick, O return to me! Prostrate before the victor's mercy bend :
The sage, who, large of soul, surveys What spares whole thousands, may to thee extend. The globe, and all its empires weighs, Should blinded friends thy doubtful conduct blame, Watchful the various climes to guide, Great Brunswick's virtue shall secure thy fame : Which seas, and tongues, and faiths, divide, Say these invite thee to approach his throne,
A nobler name in Windsor's shrine And own the monarch Heaven vouchsafes to own : Shall leave, if right the Muse divine, The world, convinc'd, thy reasons will approve; Than sprung of old, abhorr'd and vain, Say this to them; but swear to me 'cwas love. From ravag'd realms and myriads slain.
EARL OF SUNDERLAND,
• Names of constellations.
AMES HAMMOND, a popular elegiac poet, was the • Love Elegies” were published soon after his second son of Anthony Hammond, Esq. of Somer- death by Lord Chesterfield, and have been several sham Place, in Huntingdonshire. He was born in times reprinted. It will seem extraordinary that 1710, and was educated in Westininster school, the noble editor has only once mentioned the name where at an early age he obtained the friendship of of Tibullus, and has asserted that Hammond, sinseveral persons of distinction, among whom were cere in his love, as in his friendship, spoke only the Lords Cobham, Chesterfield, and Lyttleton. He genuine sentiments of his heart, when there are so was appointed equerry to Frederic, Prince of many obvious imitations of the Roman poet, even Wales, and upon his interest was brought into par. so far as the adoption of his names of Neera, Cynliament in 1741, for Truro in Cornwall. This was thia, and Delia. It must, however, be acknow. nearly the last stage of his life, for he died in June ledged, that he copies with the hand of a master, 1742, at the seat of Lord Cobham, at Stowe. An and that his imitations are generally managed with unfortunate passion for a young lady, Miss Dash- a grace that almost conceals their character. Still wood, who was cold to his addresses, is thought to as they are, in fact, poems of this class, however have disordered his mind, and perhaps contributed skilfully transposed, we shall content ourselves with to his premature death.
transcribing one which introduces the name of his Hammond was a man of an amiable character, principal patron with peculiarly happy effect. and was much regretted by his friends. His
What joy to hear the tempest howl in vain,
Or lull’d to slumber by the beating rain,
Secure and happy, sink at last to rest ! He imagines himself married to Delia, and that, or, if the Sun in faming Leo ride, content with each other, they are retired into the By shady rivers indolently stray,
And with my Delia, walking side by side, country.
Hear how they murmur, as they glide away!
Thus pleas'd at heart, and not with fancy's dream, Enjoy sweet leisure hy my cheerful fire,
In silent happiness I rest unknown;
Content with what I am, not what I seem,
Ah, foolish man, who thus of her possest,
With her I scorn the idle breath of praise, I meet a strolling kid, or bleating lamb,
Nor trust to happiness that 's not our own; Under my arm I'll bring the wanderer home, The smile of fortune might suspicion raise, And not a little chide its thoughtless dam.
But here I know that I am lov'd alone.
Stanlope, in wisdom as in wit divine,
Delia alone can please, and never tire, May rise, and plead Britannia's glorious cause, Exceed the paint of thought in true delight; With steady rein his eager wit confine,
With her, enjoyment wakens new desire, While manly sense the deep attention draws. And equal rapture glows through every night:
Beauty and worth in her alike contend,
Let Stanhope speak his listening country's wrongs,
On her I'll gaze, when others loves are o'er,
Let them, extended on the decent bier,
WILLIAM SOMERVILE, an agreeable poet, was his mind, and plunged him into habits which born in 1692, at his father's seat at Edston, in shortened his life. He died in 1742; and his Warwickshire. He was educated at Winchester friend Shenstone, with much feeling, announces school, whence he was elected to New College, the event to one of his correspondents. Somervile Oxford. His political attachments were to the passed his life in celibacy, and made over the reWbig party, as appeared from his praises of Marl. version of his estate to Lord Somervile, a branch borough, Stanhope, and Addison. To the latter of of the same family, charged with a jointure to his these he addressed a poem, in which there is the mother, then in her 90th year. happy couplet alluded to in the Spectator:
As a poet, he is chiefly known by “ The Chase," “ When panting Virtue her last efforts made,
a piece in blank verse, which maintains a high
rank in the didactic and descriptive classes. Being “ You brought your Clio to the Virgin's aid."
composed by one who was perfectly conversant with “ Clio" was known to be the mark by which Ad- the sports which are its subject, and entered into dison distinguished his papers in that miscellany. them with enthusiasm, his pictures greatly surpass
Somervile inherited a considerable paternal the draughts of the same kind which are attempted estate, on which he principally lived, acting as a by poets by profession. Another piece connected magistrate, and pursuing with ardour the amuse- with this is entitled “ Field Sports," but only dements of a sportsman, varied with the studies of a scribes that of hawking. In his “ Hobbinol, or inan of letters. His mode of living, which was Rural Games," he attempts the burlesque with hospitable, and addicted to conviviality, threw him tolerable success. Of bis other pieces, serious and into pecuniary embarrassments, which preyed on I comic, there are few which add to his fame.
The Chase I sing, hounds, and their various breed, THE CHASE.
And no less various use. O thou, great prince! Book I.
Whom Cambria's towering hills proclaim their lord,
Deign thou to hear my bold, instructive song.
While grateful citizens with pompous show, The subject proposed. Address to his royal high- Rear the triumphal arch, rich with th' exploits
ness the prince. The origin of hunting. The Of thy illustrious house; while virgins pave rude and unpolished manner of the first hunters. Thy way with flowers, and, as the royal youth Beasts at first hunted for food and sacrifice. The Passing they view, admire and sigh in vain; grant made by God to man of the beasts, &c. While crowded theatres, too fondly proud The regular manner of hunting first brought of their exotic minstrels, and shrill pipes, into this island by the Normans. The best hounds The price of manhood, hail thee with a song, and best horses bred here. The advantage of And airs soft-warbling; my hoarse-sounding horn this exercise to us, as islanders. Address to Invites thee to the Chase, the sport of kings; gentlemen of estates. Situation of the kennel Image of war, without its guilt. The Muse and its several courts, The diversion and em- Aloft on wing shall soar, conduct with care ployment of hounds in the kennel. The different Thy foaming courser o'er the steepy rock, sorts of hounds for each different chase. De- Or on the river bank receive thee safe, scription of a perfect hound. Of sizing and sort- Light-bounding o'er the wave, from shore to shore. ing of hounds; the middle-sized hound recom- Be thou our great protector, gracious youth ! mended of the large deep-mouthed hound for And if, in future times, some envious prince, hunting the stag and otter. Of the lime-hound; Careless of right, and guileful, should invade their use on the borders of England and Scotland. Thy Britain's commerce, or should strive in vain A physical account of scents. Of good and To wrest the balance from thy equal hand; bad scenting days. A short -admonition to my | Thy hunter-train, in cheerful green array'd, brethren of the couples.
(A band undaunted, and inur'd to toils)