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Ver. 83. Amalthea.] The mother of the first tocles, describes the sea-fights of Artemisium and Bacchus, whose birth and education was written, Salamis. as Diodorus Siculus informs us, in the old Pelasgic Ver. 204. Thyrsus.) A staff, or spear, wreathed character, by Thy mates, grandson to Laomedon, round with ivy: of constant use in the bacchanaand contemporary with Orpheas. Thymotes had | lian mysteries. travelled over Libya to the country which borders Ver. 227.

lo Paan.) An exclamation on the western ocean; there he saw the island of of victory and triumph, derived from Apollo's enNysa, and learned from the inhabitants, that“ Am- counter with Python. mon, king of Libya, was married in former agrs to Ver. 252. Cirrha.] One of the summits of ParRhea, sister of Saturn and the Titans: that he after- nassus, and sacred to Apollo. Near it were several wards fell in love with a beautiful virgin, whose fountains, said to be frequented by the Muses. name was Amalthea ; had by her a son, and gave Nysa, the other eminence of the same mountain, her possession of a neighbouring tract of land, won- was dedicated to Bacchus. derfully fertile; which in shape nearly resembling Ver. 269. charm the mind of goils.] This the hom of an ox, was thence called the Hesperian whole passage, concerning the effects of sacred horn, and afterwards the horn of Amalthea : that, music among the gods, is taken from Pindar's first fearing the jealousy of Rhea, he concealed the Pythian ode. young Bacchus, with his mother, in the island of Ver. 297. ...... Phrygian pipe's.] The PhryNysa ;" the beauty of which, Diodorus describes gian music was fantastic and turbulent, and fit to with great dignity and pomp of style. This fable excite disorderly passions. is one of the noblest in all the ancient mythology, Ver. 302.

The gates where Pallas holis and seems to have made a particular impression

The guardian key. ] It was the office of Mion the imagination of Milton; the only modern nerva to be the guardian of walled cities; whence she poet (unless perhaps it be necessary to except was named TOAIAE and foaiorxog, and had her Spenser) who, in these mysterious traditions of the statues placed in their gates, being supposed to keep poetic story, had a heart to feel, and words to ex- the keys; and on that account styled KAHAOTXOE. press, the simple and solitary genius of antiquity. Ver. 310. ......... fate To raise the idea of bis Paradise, he prefers it

of sober Pentheus.] Pentheus was torn even to

in pieces by the bacchanaliau priests and women,

for despising their mysteries. that Nysean isle

Ver. 318.

the cave Girt by the river Triton, where old Cham,

Corycian.] Of this cave Pausanias, in his. (Whom Gentiles Ammon call, and Libyan Jove) tenth book, gires the following description: “beHid Amalthea, and her florid son,

tween Delphi and the eminences of Parnassus, in a Young Bacchus, from his stepdame Rhea's eye. road to the grotto of Corycium, which has its name

from the nymph Corycia, and is by far the most Ver. 94. Edonian band.) The priestesses and remarkable which I have seen. One may walk a. other ministers of Bacchus; so called from Edonus, great way into it without a torch. It is of a cona mountain of Thrace, where his rights were cele-siderable height, and hath several springs within it; brated.

and yet a much greater quantity of water distills Ver. 105. When Hermes.] Hermes, or Mercury, from the shell and rouf, so as to be continually was the patron of commerce; in which benevolent dropping on the ground. The people round Parcharacter he is addressed by the author of the In- nassus hold it sacred to the Corycian nymphs and digitamenta, in these beautiful lines:

to Pan."

Ver. 519. Delphic mount. ] Delphi, the Έρμήνευ πάντων, κερδίμπορε, λυσιμέριμνε, seat and oracle of Apollo, had a mountainous and *ος χειρίσθιν έχεις ειρηνης όπλον αμέμφες.

rocky situation, on the skirts of Parnassus.

Ver. 527. Cyrenaic.] Cyrene was the native Ver. 191. Dispense the mineral treasure.] The country of Callimachus, whose hymns are the most merchants of Sidon and Tyre made frequent voy. remarkable example of that mythological passion ages to the coast of Cornwall

, from whence they which is assumed in the preceding poem, and have carried hore great quantities of tin.

always afforded particular pleasure to the auVer. 136. Hath he not won.) Mercury, the patron | thor of it, by reason of the mysterious solemnity of commerce, being so greatly dependent on the with which they affect the mind. On this account good offices of the Naiads, in return obtains for he was induced to attempt somewhat in the same them the friendship of Minerva, the goddess of manner; solely by way of exercise: the manner war; for military power, at least the naval part itself being now almost entirely abandoned in poetry. of it, baih constantly followed the establishment of And as the mere genealogy, or the personal adventrade; which exemplifies the preceding observa- tures of heathen gods, could have been but little tion, that “from bounty issueth power.”

interesting to a modern reader; it was therefore Ver. 143. Calpe

thought proper to select some convenient part of Cantabrian surge.] Gibraltar and the the history of Nature, and to employ these ancient bay of Biscay.

divinities as it is probable they were first employed; Ver. 150. Ægina's gloomy surge.] Near this to wit, in personifying natural causes, and in repreisland, the Athenians obtained the victory of Sala- senting the mutual agreement or opposition of the mis, over the Persian navy.

corporeal and inoral powers of the world: which Ver. 160. ........ Xerres saw.] This circum- hath been accounted the very highest office of stance is recorded in that passage, perhaps the poetry. mst splendid arnong all the remains of ancient history, where Plutarch, in his Life of Themis


With tears, with sharp remorse, and pining care,

Avenge her falsehood. Nor could all the gold,
And nuptial pomp, which lur'd her plighted faith
From Edmund to a loftier husband's home,

Relieve her breaking heart, or turn aside

The strokes of Deaih. Go, traveller; relate

The mournful story. Haply some fair maid

May hold it in remembrance, and be taught To me, whom in their lays the shepherds call

That riches cannot pay for truth or love.
Actæa, daughter of the neighbouring stream,
This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine,
Which o'er the rocky entrance downward shoot,
Where plac'd by Glycon. He with cowslips pale,

Primrose, and purple lychnis, deck'l the green

O Youths and virgins: O declining eld:
Before my threshold, and my shelving walls
With honeysuckle covered. Here at noon,

pale Misfortune's slaves : O, ye who dwell

Unknowi with humble Quiet; ye who wait
Lull'd by the murmur of my rising fount,
I slumber: here my clustering fruits I tend :

In courts, or fill the golden seat of kings :
Or from my humid flowers, at break of day,

O sons of Sport and Pleasure; O thou wretch Fresh garlands weave, and chase from all my bounds That weep'st for jealous love, or the sore wounds

Of conscious Guilt, or Death's rapacious band Each thing impure or noxious. Enter in,

Which left thee void of hope: 0 ye who roam O stranger! undismay'd. Nor bat, nor toad Here lurks: and if thy breast of blameless thoughts Seek bright renown; or who for nobler palms

In exile; ye who through the einbattled field Approve thee, not unwelcome shalt thou tread

Contend, the leaders of a public cause;
My quiet mansion: chiefly, if thy name
Wise Pallas and the immortal Muses own.

Approach: behold this marble. Know ye not
The features? Hath not oft his faithful tongue
Told you the fashion of your own estate,

The secrets of your bosom ? Here then, round

His monument with reverence while ye stand,
Say to each other: “ This was Shakspeare's form:

Who walk'd in every path of human life.
STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK. Felt every passion; and to all mankind

Doth now, will ever, that experience yield
Sucu was old Chaucer. Such the placid mien

Which his own genius only could acquire."
Of him who first with harmony inform'd
The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt
For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls
Have often heard him, while his legends blithe

He sang, of love, or knighthood, or the wiles
Of homely life: throngh each estate and age, GULIELMVS 111. FORTIS, PIVS, LIBERATOR, CUM INEFNTE
The fashions and the follies of the world

AETATE PATRIÆ LABENTI ADFVISSET SALVS IPSE VNICA: With cunning hand portraying. Though perchance CVM MOX ITIDEM REIPUBLICE BRITANNICÆ VINLEX REFrom Blenheim's towers, O stranger, thou art come

NUNCIATVS ESSET ATQVE STATOR ; TUM DENIQVE AD ID SE Glowing with Churchill's trophies; yet in vain

NATTM RECOGNOVIT ET REGEM FACTVM, VT CVRARET NE Dost thou applaud them if thy breast be cold

DOMINO IMPOTENTI CEDERENT PAX, FIDES, FORTVNA, To him, this other hero ; who, in times

GENERIS HVMANI. AVCTORI PVBLICÆ FELICITATIS P. G. Dark and untaught, began with charining verse To tame the rudeness of his native land.


A. M. A.


Whoe'er thou art whose path, in summer, lies
Through yonder village, turn thee where the grove Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here
Of branching oaks a rural palace old

While Thames among his willows from thy view Embosoms. There dwells Albert, generous lord Retires; O stranger, stay thee, and the scene Of all the harvest round. And onward thence Aronnd contemplate well. This is the place A low plain chapel fronts the morning light Where England's ancient barons, clad in arms Fast by a silent rivulet. Humbly walk,

And stern with conquest, from their tyrant king O stranger, o'er the consecrated ground;

(Then rendered tame) did challenge and secure And on that verdant hillock, which thou seest The charter of thy freedom. Pass not on Beset with osiers, let thy pious hand

Till thon hast blest their memory, and paid Sprinkle fresh water from the brook, and strew Those thanks which God appointed the reward Sweet-smelling tlowers. For there doth Edmund rest, Of publie virtue. And if chance thy home The learned shepherd; for each rural art

Salute thee with a father's houour'd name, Fam'd, and for songs harmonious, and the woes Go, call thy sons: instruct them what a debt Of ill-requited love. The faithless pride

They owe their ancestors; and make them swear Of fair Matilda sank him to the grave

To pay it, by transınitting down entire In manhood's prime. But soon did righteous Heaven | Those sacred rights to wbich themselves were born.

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Me though in life's sequester'd vale

The Almighty Sire ordain'd to dwell, APPROACH in silence. 'Tis po vulgar tale

Remote from Glory's toilsome ways, Which I, the Driad of this hoary oak,

And the great scenes of public praise; Pronounce to mortal ears. The second age

Yet let me still with grateful pride
Now hasteneth to its period, since I rose

Remember how mny infant fraine
On this fair lawn. The groves of yonder vale
Are all my offspring: and each Nymph, who guards and early music to my tongue supply'd.

He temperd with prophetic flame,
The copses and the furrow'd fields beyond,
Obers me. Many changes have I seen

'Twas then my future fate he weighd: In human things, and many awful deeds

And, “ This be thy concern,” he said, Of Justice, when the ruling hand of Jove

“ At once with Passion's keen alarms, Against the tyrants of the land, against

And Beauty's pleasurable charms, 'The unhallow'd sons of Luxury and Guile,

And sacred Truth's eternal light, Was arm’d for retribution. "ibus at length

To move the various mind of man; Expert in laws divine, I know the paths

Till under one unblemish'd plan,
Of Wisdom, and erroneous Polly's end

His reason, fancy, and his heart unite."
Hare oft presag'd: and now well-pleas'd I wait
Each evening till a noble youth, who loves
My shade, a while releas'd from public cares,
Yon peaceful gate shall enter, and sit down

Beneath my branches. Then his musing mind
I prompt, unseen; and place before his view

THRICE has the Spring beheld thy faded fame, Sincerest forms of good; and move his heart

And the fourth Winter rises on thy shame, With the dread bounties of the Sire Supreme

Since I exulting grasp'd the votive shell, Of zods and men, with Freedom's generous deeds,

In sonods of triumph all thy praise to tell; The lofty voice of Glory, and the faith

Blest could my skill through ages make thee shine, Of sacred Friendship. Stranger, I have told

And proud to mix my memory with thine. My function. If within thy bosom dwell

But now the cause that wak'd my song before,
Aught which may challenge praise, thou wilt not With praise, with triumph, crowns the toil no more.
Cnhonour'd my abode, nor shall I hear [leave If to the glorious man, whose faithful cares,
A sparing benediction from thy tongue.

Nor quell'd by malice, nor relax'd by years,
Had aw'd Ambition's wild audacious hate,
And dragg'd at length Corruption to her fate ;

If every tongue its large applauses ow'd,

And well-earn'd laurels every Muse bestow'd;

If public Justice urg'd the high reward,
Ye powers anseen, to whom the bards of Greece And Freedom smil'd on the devoted bard:
Erected altars; ye who to the mind

Say then, to him whose levity or lust
More lofty views unfold, and prompt the heart Laid all a people's generous hopes in dust;
With more divine emotions; if erewhile

Who taught Ambition firmer heights of power, Not quite unpleasing have my votive rites

And sav'd Corruption at her hopeless hour; you been deemd, when oft this lonely seat Does not each tongue its execrations owe? To you I consecrated; then vouchsafe

Shall not each Muse a wreath of shame bestow ? Here with your instant energy to crown

And public Justice sanctify the award ? My happy solitude. It is the hour

And Freedom's hand protect th' impartial bard? When most I love to invoke you, and have felt Most frequent your glad ministry divine. The air is calm : the Sun's unveiled orb

'Curio was a young Roman senator of distinShines in the middle Heaven. The harvest round guished birth and parts, who, upon his first enStands quiet, and among the golden sheaves trance into the forum, had been committed to the The reapers lie reclin'd. The neighbouriog groves care of Cicero. Being profuse and extravagant, Are mute; nor even a linnet's random strain he soon dissipated a large and splendid fortune; Echoeth amid the silence. Let me feel

to supply the want of which, he was driven to the Your influence, ye kind powers. Aloft in Heaven necessity of abetting the designs of Cæsar against Abide ye? or on those transparent clouds

the liberties of his country, although he had bePass ye from hill to hill? or on the shades fore been a professed enemy to him.-Cicero exerted Which yonder elms cast o'er the lake below himself with great energy to prevent his ruin, but Do you converse retir'd ? From what lov'd haunt without effect, and he became one of the first Shall I expect you? Let me once inore feel

victims in the civil war. This epistle was first Yoar influence, () ye kind inspiring powers ! published in the year 1744, when a celebrated And I will guard it well, nor sball a thought patriot, after a long and at last a successful oppoRise in my mind, nor shall a passion move

sition to an unpopular minister, had deserted the Across my bosom unobserv'd, unstor'd

cause of his country, and become the foremost in By faithful memory. And then at soine

support and defence of the same measures he had More active moment will I call them forth so steadily and for such a length of time contended Anew; and join them in majestic forins,

against. It was altered by the author into the And give them utterance in harmonious strains; Ode to Curio; but the original poem is too curious That all mankind shall wonder at your sway.

to be omitted. N.

Yet long reluctant I forbore thy name,

Then Curio rose to ward the public woe, Long watch'd thy virtue like a dying flame, To wake the beedless, and incite the slow, Hung o'er each glimmering spark with anxious eyes, Against Corruption, Liberty to arm, And wish'd and hop'd the light again would rise. And quell the enchantress by a mightier charm. But since thy guilt still more entire appears,

Swift o'er the land the fair contagion few, Since no art hides, no supposition clears;

And with the country's hopes thy honours grew. Since vengeful Slander now too sinks her blast, Thee, patriot, the patrician roof confessid : And the first rage of party-hate is past;

Thy powerful voice the rescued merchant bless'd ; Calm as the Judge of Truth, at length I come Of thee with awe the rural hearth resounds; To weigh thy merits, and pronounce thy doom: The bowl to thee the grateful sailor crowns; So may my trust from all reproach be free, Touch'd in the sigbing shade with manlier fires, And Earth and Time confirm the fair decree. To trace thy steps the love-sick youth aspires;

There are who say they view'd without amaze The learn'd recluse, who oft amaz'd had read Thy sad reverse of all thy former praise;

Of Grecian heroes, Roman patriots dead, That through the pageants of a patriot's name, With new amazement hears a living name They pierc'd the foulness of thy secret aim; Pretend to sbare in sach forgotten fame; Or deem'd thy arm exalted but to throw

And he who, scorning courts and courtly ways, The public thunder on a private foe.

Left the tame track of these dejected days, But I, whose soul consented to thy cause,

The life of nobler ages to renew Who felt thy genius stamp its own applause,

In virtues sacred from a monarch's view, Who saw the spirits of each glorious age

Rouz'd by thy labours from the blest retreat, Move in thy bosom, and direct thy rage ;

Where social ease and public passions meet, I scorn'd the ungenerous gloss of slavish minds, Again ascending treads the civil scene, The owl-ey'd race, whom Virtue's lustre blinds. To act and be a man, as thou hadst been. Spite of the learned in the ways of Vice,

Thus by degrees thy cause superior grew, And all who prove that each man has his price, And the great end appear'd at last in view : I still believ'd thy end was just and free;

We heard the people in thy hopes rejoice ; And yet, even yet believe it-spite of thee. We saw the senate bending to thy voice ; Even though thy mouth impure has dar'd disclaim, The friends of Freedom hail'd the approaching reign Urg'd by the wretched impotence of shame,

Of laws for which our fathers bled in vain; Whatever filial cares thy zeal had paid

While venal Faction, struck with new dismay, To laws infirm and liberty decay'd;

Shrunk at their frown, and self-abandon'd lay. Has begg'd Ambition to forgive the show;

Wak'd in the shock, the public Genius rose, Has told Corruption thou wert ne'er her foe;'

Abash'd and keener from his long repose ; Has boasted in thy country's awful ear,

Sublime in ancient pride, he rais'd the spear Her gross delusion when she held thee dear; Which slaves and tyrants long were wont to fear: How taine she follow'd thy tempestuous call,

The city felt his call: from man to man, And heard thy pompons tales, and trusted all- From street to street, the glorious horrour ran; Rise from your sad abodes, ye curst of old

Each crowded haunt was stirr'd beneath his powere For laws subverted, and for cities sold !

And, murmuring, challeng'd the deciding hour. Paint all the noblest trophies of your guilt,

Lo! the deciding hour at last appears; The oaths you perjur'd, and the blood you spilt; The hour of every freeman's hopes and fears! Yet must you one untempted vileness own, Thou, Genius! guardian of the Roman name, One dreadful palm reserv'd for him alone : O ever prompt tyrannic rage to tame! With studied arts his country's praise to spurn,

Instruct the mighty moments as they roll, To beg the infamy he did not earn,

And guide each movement steady to the goal. To challenge hate when honour was his due, Ye Spirits, by whose providential art And plead his crimes where all his virtue knew. Succeeding motives turn the changeful heart, Do robes of state the guarded heart enclose Keep, keep the best in view to Curio's mind, From each fair feeling human nature knows? And watch his fancy, and his passions bind ! Can pompous titles stun the enchanted ear Ye Shades immortal, who, by Freedom led, To all that reason, all that sense, would hear? Or in the field, or on the scaffold bled, Else could'st thou e'er desert thy sacred post, Bend from your radiant seats a joyful eye, In such unthankful baseness to be lost?

And view the crown of all your labours nigh. Else could'st thou wed the emptiness of vice, See Freedom mounting her eternal throne ! And yield thy glories at an idiot's price?

The sword submitted, and the laws her own: When they who, loud for liberty and laws, See ! public Power, chastis'd, beneath her stands, In doubtful times had fought their country's cause, With eyes intent, and incorrupted hands! When now of conquest and dominion sure,

ee private life by wisest arts reclaim'd ! They sought alone to hold their fruits secure; See ardent youth to noblest manners fram'd! When taught by these, Oppression hid the face See us acquire whate'er was sought by you, To leave Corruption stronger in her place,

If Curio, only Curio, will be true. By silent spells to work the public fate,

'Twas then-O shame! O trust how ill repaid! And taint the vitals of the passive state,

O Latium, oft by faithless sons betray'd! Till healing Wisdom should avail no more, | 'Twas then-what frenzy on thy reason stole? And Freedom loath to tread the poison'd shore; What spells unsinew'd thy determin'd soul? Then, like some guardian god that flies to save - Is this the man in Freedom's cause appror'd? The weary pilgrim from an instant grave,

The man so great, so honour'd, so belor'd ? Whom, sleeping and secure, the guileful snake This patient slave by tinsel chains allur'd? Steals near and nearer through the peaceful brake; \ This wretched suitor for a boon abjurid?

This Curio, bated and despis'd by all ?

Where the known dignity, the stamp of awe, Who fell himself, to work his country's fall ? Which, half abash'd, the proud and venal saw? O lost, alike to action and repose !

Where the calm triumpbs of an honest cause ? Unknown, unpitied in the worst of woes!

Where the delightful taste of just applause? With all that conscious, undissembled pride, Where the strong reason, the commanding tongue, Sold to the insults of a foe defy'd!

On which the senate fir'd or trembling bung? With all that habit of familiar fame,

All vanish'd, all are sold-and in their room, Doom'd to exhaust the dregs of life in shame! Couch'd in thy bosom's deep, distracted gloom, The sole sad refuge of thy baffled art,

See the pale form of barbarous Grandeur dwell, To act a statesman's dull exploded part,

Like some grim idol in a sorcerer's cell! Renounce the praise no longer in thy power, To her in chains thy dignity was led; Display thy virtue, though without a dower, At ber polluted shrine thy honour bled; Contemn the giddy crowd, the vulgar wind, With blasted weeds thy awful brow she crown'd, And shut thy eyes that others may be blind. Thy powerful tongue with poison'd philters bound,

- Forgive me, Romans, that I bear to smile That baffled Reason straight indignant flew,
When shameless mouths your majesty defile, And fair Persuasion from her seat withdrew :
Paint you a thoughtless, frantic, headlong crew, For now no longer Truth supports thy cause;
And cast their own impieties on you.

No longer Glory prompts thee to applause;
For witness, Freedom, to whose sacred power No longer Virtue breathing in thy breast,
My soul was vowd from reason's earliest hour, With all her conscious majesty confest,
How have I stood exulting, to survey

Still bright and brighter wakes the almighty flame, My country's virtues opening in thy ray!

To rouse the feeble, and the wilful tame, Hox, with the sons of every foreign shore

And where she sees the catching glimpses roll, The more I match'd them, honour'd her's the more! Spreads the strong blaze, and all involves the soul; O race erect! whose native strength of soul, But cold restraints thy conscious fancy chill, Which kings, nor priests, nor sordid laws control, And formal passions mock thy struggling will; Bursts the tame round of animal affairs,

Or, if thy Genius e'er forget his chain, And seeks a nobler centre for its cares ;

And reach impatient at a nobler strain, Intent the laws of life to comprehend,

Soon the sad bodings of contemptuous mirth And fix dominion's limits by its end.

Shoot through thy breast, and stab the generous Who, bold and equal in their love or hate,

birth, By conscious reason judging every state,

Till, blind with smart, from Truth to Frenzy tost, The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And all the tenour of thy reason lost, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise : Perhaps thy anguish drains a real tear; Thence prompt alike with witty scorn to view While some with pity, some with laughter hear. Fastidious Grandeur lift his solenn brow,

-Can Art, alas ! or Genius, guide the head, Or, all awake at Pity's soft command,

Where Truth and Freedom from the heart are Bend the mild ear, and stretch the gracious hand:

fied ? Thence large of heart, from envy far removid, Can lesser wheels repeat their native stroke, When public toils to virtue stand approv'd, When the prime function of the soul is broke? Not the young lover fonder to admire,

But come, unhappy man! thy fates impend; Nor more indulgent the delighted sire ;

Come, quit thy friends, if yet thou hast a friend; Yet high and jealous of their free-born name, Turn from the poor rewards of guilt like thie, Fierce as the flight of Jove's destroying flame, Renounce thy titles, and thy robes resign; Where'er Oppression works her wanton sway, For see the hand of Destiny display'd Proud to confront, and dreadful to repay.

To shut thee from the joys thou hast betray'l! But if, to purchase Curio's sage applause,

See the dire fane of Infamy arise !
My country must with him renounce her cause, Dark as the grave, and spacious as the skies ;
Quit with a slave the path a patriot trod,

Where, from the first of time, thy kindred train,
Bow the meek knee, and kiss the regal rod; The chiefs and princes of the unjust remain.
Then still, ye powers, instruct his tongue to rail, Eternal barriers guard the pathless road
Nor let his zeal, nor let his subject fail :

To warn the wanderer of the curst abode; Flse, ere he change the style, bear me away But prone as whirlwinds scour the passive sky, To where the Gracchi ?, where the Bruti stay! The heights surmounted, down the steep they ily.

O long rever'd, and late resign'd to shame! There, black with frowns, relentless Time aua ts, If this uncourtly page thy notice claim

And goads their footsteps to the guilty gates : When the loud cares of business are withdrawn, And still he asks them of their unknown aims, Nor well-drest beggars round thy footsteps fawn; Evolves their secrets, and their guilt proclaims; In that still, thoughtful, solitary hour,

And still his hands despoil them on the road When Truth exerts her unresisted power,

Of each vain wreath, by lying bards bestuw'd, Breaks the false optics ting'd with Fortune's glare, Break their proud marbles, crush their festal cars, Unlocks the breast, and lays the passions bare ; And rend the lawless trophies of their wars. Then turn thy eyes on that important scene,

At last the gates his potent voice obey ; An ask thyself—if all be well within.

Fierce to their dark abode he drives his prey, Where is the heartfelt worth and weight of soul, Where, ever arm’d with adamantine chains, Which labour could not stop, nor fear control ? The watchful demon o'er her vassals reigns,

* The two brothers, Tiberius and Caius Gracchus, to the Roman republic. L. Junius Brutus funded kost their lives in attempting to introduce the only the commonwealth, and died in its defence. Akenregulation that could give stability and good order side. VOL XIV.



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