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Unknown, unheeded, long his offsping lay,
And want hung threat'ning o'er her slow decay.
What though the shine with no Miltonian fire,
No fav’ring Muse her morning dreams inspire;
Yet softer claims the melting heart engage,
Her youth laborious, and her blameless age ;
Hers the mild merits of domestick life,
The patient sufferer, and the faithful wife.
Thus, grac'd with humble virtue's native charms,
Her grandfire leaves her in Britannia's arms;
Secure with peace, with competence, to dwell,
While tutelary nations guard her cell.
Yours is the charge, ye fair, ye wise, ye brave !
'Tis yours to crown desert—beyond the grave.

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REST by the load of life, the weary mind

Surveys the gen’ral toil of human kind,
With cool submission joins the lab'ring train,
And social sorrow loses half its pain ;
Our anxious bard without complaint may share
This bustling season's epidemick care;
Like Cæsar's pilot dignify'd by fate,
Toft in one common storm with all the great ;

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Distreft alike the statesman and the wit,
When one a Borough courts, and one the Pit.
The busy candidates for power and fame
Have hopes, and fears, and wishes, just the same;
Disabled both to combat and to fly,
Must hear all taunts, and hear without reply.
Uncheck'd on both, loud rabbles vent their rage,
As mongrels bay the lion in a cage.
Th’offended burgess hoards his angry tale,
For that bleft year when all that vote may rail ;
Their schemes of spite the poet's foes dismiss,
Till that glad night when all that hate may hiss.

“ This day the powder'd curls and golden coat,Says swelling Crispin, begg'd a cobler's vote.” “ This night our wit,” the pert apprentice cries, Lies at my feet; I hiss him and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe; The bard may supplicate, but cannot bribe. Yet, judg'd by those whose voices ne'er were sold, He feels no want of ill-persuading gold; But, confident of praise, if praise be due, Trufts without fear to merit and to you.

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SPOKEN by Mr. HULL.
his night presents a play which public rage,
Or right, or wrong, once hooted from the

ftaget.
From zeal or malice, now no more we dread,
For English vengeance wars not with the dead.
A generous foe regards with pitying eye
The man whom fate has laid where all muft lic.

To wit reviving from its author's dust,
Be kind ye judges, or at least be just.
For no renew'd hostilities invade
Th' oblivious grave's inviolable shade.
Let one great payment every claim appease,
And him, who cannot hurt, allow to please ;
To please by scenes unconscious of offence,
By harmless merriment, or useful sense.
Where aught of bright, or fair the piece displays,
Approve it only 'tis to late too praise.
If want of skill, or want of care appear,
Forbear to hiss-the poet cannot hear.
By all like him must praise and blame be found,
At best a fleeting gleam, or einpty found.

* Performed at Covent-Garden theatre in 1777, for the benefit of Mrs. Kelly, widow of Hugh Kelly, Esq. (the author of the play), and her children.

of Upon the first representation of this play, 1770, a party allembled to damn it, and succeeded,

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Yet then shall calin reflection bless the night,
When liberal pity dignified delight;
When Pleasure fir'd her torch at virtue's flame,
And mirth was bounty with an humbler name,

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TERN Winter now, by Spring repress’d,

Forbears the long.continued strife;
And Nature on her naked breast

Delights to catch the gales of life. Now o'er the rural kingdom roves

Soft pleasure with the laughing train, Love warbles in the vocal groves,

And vegetation plants the plain. Unhappy! whom to beds of pain,

Arthritick * tyranny configns; Whom smiling nature courts in vain,

Tho' rapture fings and beauty shines.
Yet tho'my limbs disease invades,

Her wings Imagination tries,
And bears me to the peaceful shades,
Where's humble turrets rise.

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Here stop, my soul, thy rapid flight,

Nor from the pleafing groves depart, Where first great nature charmed my fight, Where wisdom first inform'd my heart.

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Here let me thro' the vales pursue

A guide a father-and a friend, Once more great nature's works renew,

Once more on wisdom's voice attend, From false caresses, causeless strife,

Wild hope, vain fear, alike remov'd; Here let me learn the use of life,

When beft enjoy'd—when most improv'd. l'each me, thou venerable bower,

Cool meditation's quiet seat,
The generous scorn of venal power,

The filent grandeur of retreat.
When pride by guilt to greatness climbs,

Or raging factions rush to war,
Here let me learn to fhun the crimies

I can't prevent, and will not share. But left I fall by subtler foes,

Bright Wisdom, teach me Curio's art, The swelling passions to compose,

And quell the rebels of the heart.

M I D S U M M E R,

AN O D E.

O PHOEBUS! down the western aky,

Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, Thy light to distant worlds supply,

And wake them to the cares of day.

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