Concedatque Deus nunquam, vel sero senescas,
Seroque terrenas experiare vices!
Integra reddantur quæ plurima sæcula rodant
Detur, et ut senio pulchrior eniteas.

IMITATED.

PEACE has explored this silvan scene,

She courts your calm retreat, Ye groves of variegated green,

, That grace my genial seat! Here, in the lap of lenient ease

(Remote from maddening noise), Let me delude a length of days,

In dear domestic joys!
Long may the parent queen of flowers

Her fragrance here display!
Long may she paint my mantling bowers,

And make my portals gay!
Nor you, my yellow gardens, fail

To swell Pomona's hoard!
So shall the plenteous, rich regale--

Replenish long my board!
Pour through the groves your carols clear,

Ye birds! nor bondage dread:
If any toils entangle here,

'Tis those which Love hath spread. Where the green hill so gradual slants,

Or flowery glade extends, Long may these fair, these favourite haunts Prove social to my

May you preserve perpetual bloom,

My happy halcyon seat! Or if fell Time denounce thy doom,

Far distant be its date! And when he makes, with iron rage,

Thy youthful pride his prey, Long may the honours of thy age

Be reverenced in decay!

INSCRIPTION

ON THE SAME HOUSE,

Hanc in gremio resonantis sylvæ
A quis, hortis, aviumque garritu,
Cæterisque ruris honoribus,
Undique renidentem villam,
Non magnificam-non superbam;
At qualem vides,
Commodam, mundam, genialem
Naturæ parem, socians artem.
Sibi, suisque
Ad vitam placide,
Et tranquille agendum
Designavit, instruxitque.

D. I. C.

IMITATED.

In the deep bosom of my grove,

A sweet recess survey!
Where birds, with elegies of love,

Make vocal every spray.

A silvan spot, with woods—with waters crown'd,
With all the rural honours blooming round!
This little but commodious seat

(Where Nature weds with Art) A’nt to the eye superbly great;

Its beauties charm the heart. Here

may the happy founder and his race Pass their full days in harmony and peace!

EULOGIUM ON MASONRY.

SPOKEN BY MR. DIGGES, AT EDINBURGH.

SAY, can the garter or the star of state,
That on the vain or on the vicious wait,
Such emblems with such emphasis impart
As an insignium near the Mason's heart?

Hail sacred Masonry! of source divine,
Unerring mistress of the faultless line,
Whose plumb of Truth, with never failing sway,
Makes the join'd parts of Symmetry obey!

Hail to the Craft! at whose serene command The gentle arts in glad obedience stand; Whose magic stroke bids fell confusion cease, And to the finish' orders yield its place; Who calls creation from the womb of earth, And gives imperial cities glorious birth.

To works of art her merit's not confined, She regulates the morals, squares the mind; Corrects with care the tempest-working soul, And points the tide of passions where to roll; On Virtue's tablets marks each sacred rule, And forms her Lodge an universal school,

Where nature's mystic laws unfolded stand, And sense and science join'd go hand in hand.

0! may her social rules instructive spread Till Truth erect her long neglected head; Till through deceitful night she dart her ray, And beam, full glorious, in the blaze of day! Till man by virtuous maxims learn to move; Till all the peopled world her laws approve, And the whole human race be bound in brothers'

love.

AN INVITATION.

INCLUDING THE CHARACTERS OF THE PARTICULAR COM

PANY THAT FREQUENTED MR. BUXTON'S ELEGANT COUNTRY HOUSE AT WESTON, THE FAMILY INTENDING FOR LONDON.

COME, Daphne! as the widow'd turtle true,
Foremost in grief, conduct the mournful crew!
Come, Delia! beauteous as the new-born spring,
With song more soft than raptured angels sing:
Let Thyrsis in the bloom of summer's pride
With folded arms walk pensive by her side.
Clarinda! come, like rosy morning fair,
Thy form as beauteous as thy heart's sincere;
On her shall Cimon gaze with rude delight,
Till polish'd by her charms he grows polite.
Dorinda next-her gay good humour fled,
With silent steps and grief-dejected head !
Palemon ! see, his tuneless harp unstrung
Is on the willow boughs neglected hung!
Come, Cælia! sigh'd for by unnumber'd swains:
Rosetta! pride of the extended plains :

With Phillis, whose unripen'd charms display
A dawn that promises the future day.
With cypress crown'd, to Weston's groves repair;
The conscious shades shall witness our despair:
To vales and lawns and woodlands late so gay,
Where in sweet converse we were wont to stray,
The joys we've lost in plaintive numbers tell,
And bid the social seat a long farewell!

AN APOLOGY

FOR A CERTAIN LADY.

To an old dotard's wretched arms betray'd,
The wife (miscall’d) is but a widow'd maid.
Young, and impatient at her wayward lot,
If the dull rules of duty are forgot,
Whatever ills from her defection rise,
The parent's guilty who compellid the ties.

When Flora decks the mantling bowers

In elegant array,
And scatters all her opening flowers,

A compliment to May,
With glowing joy my bosom beats,