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Pavour'd by thee, could matchless Pindar rise,

To vast imagination loose the reins ! THE ROYAL COMPANY OF ARCHERS',

Could, free, expatiate through the boundless skies,

And eternize the great olympic scenes:

Generous contention !_not unlike your own,

Where Virtue only won, and wore the crown.
Tum validis flexos incurvant viribus arcus,
Pro se quisque viri, et depromunt tela pharetris.

The skill of archery, from oldest date,

Has been the glory of heroic hearts !
Ye martial breasts! the pride of Scotia's plain!

By this Alcides gain'd the name of great,

And freed the world with his resistless darts : On this your fair revolving annual day; Cand d the Muse's faithful strain,

From which, their dovm iinperial tyrants found, Who thus her tribute to your worth would pay:

And Troy's proud walls were levellid with the ground. Par though her numbers fall below her theme, Accept her wishes, and approve her fame!

Such were the arms repell’d the Roman force,

When Crassus by the Parthian arrow dy'd ! But too presumptive,--with unequal wing, These stopp'd the eagle in her rapid course, How shall she raise her emulative eye?

And check'd the flight of her assumning pride! How in proportion to her rapture sing,

When bold Orodes scorn'd her lawless chain, And to her fair idea ardent fly!

And led to fight his valiant archer-train !
How paint the uties the warlike throng?
And mark the bright procession in her song! When Britain felt the same usurping yoke,

These arms preserv'd the Caledonian race;
Alas! assisted by no friendly pow'r,
How shail she dare to strike the sacred lyre ?

Defy'd Rome's boasted pow'r, her legions broke, Or shall she give the fav'rite project o'er,

And kept invincible their native place:

So Galgacus maintain'd his country free,
And choose with silent safety to retire ?
Fix'd be the task !--she feels unwonted aid,

For archers still were friends to liberty!
Thy influence beans confess'd, celestial maid !

By these, when Edward, with usurping aim, Oh, chaste Urania ! dearest of the Nine,

Sought to enslave an independent land ; With conscious joy I view thy matchless air ! Immortal Wallace scorn'd th' unrighteous claim, Approach, array'd in every charın divine,

And made for freedom an illustrious stand : The subject well deserves thy guardian care. For that oft triumph'd, and for that expir'd, Propitious on the rising labour shine,

And left a name to latest times admir'd!
And with thy warmth inspire the just design.
And thou great author of the tuneful art,

But hark! what lively sounds invade the ear! Illustrious god of day! and pow'r of verse!

What warlike symphony approaches nigh?

Behold in sight, the royal train appear!
Who, with thy own inevitable dart,
Did'st once in'envenom'd Pythian monster pierce: On high the crimson's lion seems to glow,

Their radiant ensigns waving in the sky !
Assist the Muse, in equal strains, to show
The lasting honours of thy heav'nly bow !

And threaten death to each opposing foe! The uniformity of habit in the members of this Oh tell, Urania ! who that god like youth, society, which is composed entirely of gentlemen of Who shines distinguish'd captain at their head ? rank and fashion, the beauty of the habit itself, and Whose soul with noble honour fird, and truth, the rich dresses of the officers, who are some of them Exults the fair procession thus to lead ! of the first quality, conspire to render the march of What dignity around his person plays, this company one of the most elegant process ons 'Tis Hainilton !—he needs no borrow'd rays. imaginable, both for its regularity and beauty. The dress is a la Romaine, composed of fine plaid, But see, the cheerful band apace advance ! adorned with deep green silk fringes, and lined with What mingling lights surprise the ravish'd eyes? white silk; white stockings, and white gloves, blue The silver beams at distance softly glance, bonnets a l'Ecossois, with the image of St. Andrew And the rich plaid displays its vivid dyes! enamelled, placed in a cockade of white and green while in the beauteous ranks that intervene, ribband. Their belts are composed of the two last | The spotless white is mix'd with lively green. colours. In their right hand they bear their bow. in their belts are fastened two darts. The officers for Well-suited colours ! happily combin'd! distinction have their babits trimmed with deep silver The fairest emblems of the social train; fringes, and their bonnetsof blue velvet, adorned with White as th' unsully'd temper of their mind, jewels. The counsellors, who are sixin number, have And gaily verdant as their native plain! bonnets of crimson velvet. Their drums, music, and From such fair order higher beauty springs, other attendants are in the company's livery of green Than all the glittering pride of eastern kings! and white. Their two standards are most richly embroidered. His grace the duke of Hamilton is at Nor yet unmeaning is the lovely show, present captain general, and his grace the duke of Proceeding on to the appointed field; Queensberry, the right honourable the earls of Each in bis hand uprears the social bow, Crawford, Cassils, Wemyss, and Wigton, with the Two darts may well supply the place of shield : right honourable the lords Kionaird and Rollo, ge- For what are shield, or bow, or sword, or darts, neral officers.

To the firm vigour of undaunted hearts !

But oh ! to speak each honour'd leader's worth,
To paint the virtues of the royal band!

Might raise Alceus to a second birth,
Or ask aspiring Pindar's lofty hand:

Nihil infelicius eo, cui nihil unquam evenit adversi, The milky-way to uninstructed sight,

non enim licuit, tali sese experire. Seneca. Tho' form’d of stars, appears one train of light! Exilium terribile est iis quibus quasi conscriptus

est habitandi locus, non iis qui omnem terrarum orbem unam esse urbem ducunt. Cicero.




Dies (ni fallor) adest, quem semper acerbum How could the Muse Amelia's charms repeat Semper honoratum, sic di voluistis! habebo. Virg. Enamour'd ?-yet the master-charm forget; The matchless beauty of that taper hand,

Nine years were past, and now the tenth arose, To which fond Love has given such wide command ; | When, sad reclinod on Thames' delightful shore,

Mark'd with misfortunes, and replete with woes ! There plac'd his quiver stored with deadly darts,

The Muse began her sorrows to deplore.
And all the equipage of queen of hearts !
Pow'r to reward or punish, save or kill,

“Ob Night, whose mantleo'er the world is spread, And scatter fate, obedient to her will !

Receive me in thy hospitable shade!

Do thou inspire me!-let thy friendly gloom Perhaps too conscious of a theme so fair,

Assist my griet! and give reflection room, The bard resign'd the subject in despair;

To view the horrours of that fatal day, To such a hand no common strains were due, That snatch'd the father, and the friend away! Lilies were pale, and snow inclin'd to blue.

Fill'd my poor heart with anguish and despair, Those hands where streams of living saphyre run, And left me naked to a world of care! And Parian marble seem'd itself outdone;

“ How shalt thou tell, what words can never paint, All vulgar similies were here too faint,

The shining virtues of the mortal saint ? And so the piece was lost--for want of paint. For such his equal life, compos'd and ev'n

As seem'd a pattern of descending Heav'n; Or else bewilder'd in the maze of light,

Some guardian-angel taught his rising youth Like those who sail by Zembla's icy coast;

The cheerful love of piety and truth! His Muse was dazzled with too great a light,

So early was his soul by these inspir'd, And miss'd the part deserv'd his notice most.

They scem'd in him as native, not acquir'd; Or was hid malice all the poet's aim ?

But ’midst the graces that adorn'd his breast, He knew the hand from whence the mischief came; Soft smiling Charity, celestial guest ! (The fatal hand that threw the deadly dart With rays distinguish'd shone above the rest : Transmissive, thro' the hapless shepherd's heart!) | And all his actions in one point combin'd, And, not content to bear his fate alone,

The love of God and welfare of mankind! Left others, like himself, to be undone.

His fervent zeal descended from above,

Still calmly mild, and temper'd still with love, So in the curious chart is oft laid down

Taught him to pity such as went astray, The dangerous shoal, that ships are taught to shun; And led bim not to persecute, but pray. But faithless guides ! - -some rock unmark'd re

In him Religion, pure and unarray'd, mains,

Her irresistless native charms display'd ; That mocks the merchant's hope, and pilot's pains !

At once enliv'ning, cheerful, and serene, Who guided by description tempt their fate, Void of all arts, and free from every stain ! As those, who trust to thine, will find too late.

“ Nor need the Muse, to make his merit known, Tell bow in public life it brightly shone, While parties join'd his real worth to own;

Ev'n those his conscience led him to oppose BEST COSMETIC FOR THE LADIES.

In private conduct were no more his foes;

With unconstrain'd applause his life approv'd, Of outward form

His character esteem'd, his person lov’d; Elaborate, of inward less exact. Milton. Would for his converse eagerly contend,

And thought it honour to be cail'd his friend! The first all-charming mother of mankind,

“ How did his wondrous conversation shine ? Heav'n with an angel-face and form array'd; At once instructive, pleasing, and divine ! Yet left, alas! her nobler part, the mind,

Such beav'nly candour dwelt upon his tongue, Defenceless, easily to be betray'd !

As comforted old age, and charm’d the young! How widely has the dire distemper spread

Still so endearing, that where he appear'd,

Each eye grew livelier, every heart was cheer'd; Amongst tbe lovely daughters of her race !

Pain stood suspended, sorrow fled away,
How few the soul their better care have made!
How fondly studious to improve the face?

And every face was innocently gay!

“How just the sentiments ? how strong the strain, Vain toil! were virtue the supremest choice, In which he did the scripture-truths explain,

And beauty left to nature's friendly care, And show Religion beautifully plain! Earth would once more resemble Paradise,

How did he ardent all her joys reveal, And every female would be doubly fair.

And on her sacred charms enraptur'd dwell!


That love divine, which did his breast inflame,

Inspir'd his tongue, and was bis constant theme !
By love he sought the harden'd wretch to charm,

To raise the fearful, and the cold to warm ! Vain restless man! who with presumptuous eye,
But when to Heav'n he rais'd sublime his prayer, Would'st into Heaven's eternal counsels pry;
How did his accents strike the listening ear?

Would'st measure Wisdom with the line of sense, Fix'd were all hearts, engag'd was every thought,

And reason arın against Omnipotence! And Earth's inferior cares were all forgot!

Inquiring worm! pursue the pathless road, “ Proceed, sad Muse, in private life behold

And try by searching to arrive at God : Contracted, all the wonders thou hast told;

For ages on, bewilder'd may'st thou run, But oh! what equal numbers shall cominend,

Nor leave the point, where first thy quest begun: The husband, father, master, and the friend?

As well the clay might, in the potter's hand, For those who daily saw can fullest tell,

The reason of its various form demand; How just he fill'd each character, how well!

As thou presume to cavil his decree, How can I think on all his goodness past,

Who gave thee first to move, and think, and see! And not indulge a grief must ever last?

He still the same, exalted and sublime, When not a day pass'd unimproving by,

Nor bound by space, nor limited by time, But bore some mark of endless charity! (pense, O'erall commands:with life informs the whole: Bless'd hands! that could to want his wealth dis- Gives different suns to shine, and worlds to roll! And leave bis heirs the care of Providence !

Obedient still, and mindful of their place, Whose bounty still, with never-ceasing eye,

Thro' the immense, their shining rings they trace, Has seen their case, and given a kind supply!"

And with united voice proclaim the force, (course! Here rising grief forbid the lay to flow,

That spoke their birth, and mark'd their steady And left a silent interval of woe :

Thee great omniscient omnispective Power! Till, venting out in sighs his heavy pain,

Thee first and last,--thee only I adore ! The melancholy youth resum'd the strain! (prov'd, Let others, vainly curious in the schools,

“ Thus wise for Heav'n, by conscious Heav'n ap- Judge of their maker ;-by their narrow rules Thus meekly good, by all good men belov'd!

Thy essence and thy attributes define, How shall the Muse pursue the mournful tale,

To love, to serve, to worship thee be mine! And thy misfortunes, and her own reveal ?

Thy laws to follow, and thy voice to hear, Who could believe thy life's unequal end,

And with submissive awe thy ways rerere! That thy calm sun should veil'd in shades descend! Dispose then, Lord, of this devoted frame, That worth like thine should meet returns so hard, The creature from thy forming fiat came! And cold neglect become the last reward

Pleas'd I obey !-since best thou only knows For all thy painful nights and weary days,

How to proportion what thy hand bestows; -Yet such are ruling Heaven's mysterious ways! And let my wishes all conspire in one, " Yet treated thus, unalter'd to the last,

“ In Earth, as Heaven, thy will supreme be done !"
This scene of aggravated death he past :
All the insulting agony of pain,
And griefs to him yet harder to sustain !

Till (soon resolv'd the feeble bands of clay)
His soul, unfetter'd, joyful soar'd away,

Quid facies illi! jubeas miserum esse libenter. While guardian-seraphs led the trackless fight,

Hor. And taught him to explore the realms of light ! Where'er my solitary steps I bend, And now before the throne supreme appear’d, In vain the orphan seeks to find a friend ! With what delight the gladsome sounds he heard? By dangers compass'd round, I trembling go, • Approach from life, thou faithful steward, well done! | Mankind my bunters, and the world my foe! Faithful to death, receive thy destin'd crown ; All fly the infection of a heart distrest, From all the toils of mortal life releast,

As the blown deer's deserted by the rest; Serenely enter on thy master's rest!' [pains, By fortune weary'd, and by grief dismay'd,

“ There, free from life's low cares, and numerous To thee Almighty King! Ify for aid ! In endless bliss repos'd he now remains,

All gracious Power! attend my suppliant prayer ! While I (in life, his first, his tenderest care) Or ease iny woes, or teach me how to bear; Still doom'd, successive, blended griefs to bear, Support my sufferings, vindicate my wrongs ! By rude affliction's restless billows tost,

And save me from the aspic gall of tongues ! A wretched exile on a foreign coast !

To thee my panting heart for shelter flies, Must learn the lesson, patient to endure,

And waits that mercy which mankind denies ! And wait for death, the last effectual cure. [came, Oh let ihy light my fainting soul inform,

“ 'Thou guardian-power, from whom this being Thy goodness guide me thro’the threat'ning storm! In whom I know I live, and move, and am ! Oh let thy heavenly beam my darkness cheer! Whose kind conducting providential hand

Thy guardian hand my dubious passage steer! Has led my footsteps in a stranger land,

Then let the tempest rage!-and round my head Has from a thousand dangers screen'd my head, Amiction all its angry billows spread! Whose care has watch'd me, and whose bounty fed ! Thy presence, Lord, shall calm my anxious breast, Continue gracious still my ways to guide,

And lead me safe to everlasting rest! And let thy mercy o'er iny life preside!

So fares it with the vessel tempest-tost, From ill restrain me! and from passion save! Her mast all shatter'd, and her anchor lost, did me in pain! and arm me for the grave: Abandon’d on soune wild uncertain coast! Thro’ death's dark vale, conduct me by thy grace, While the loud surges mark the fatal shore, And bring me safe to view the seats of peace ! And o'er their heads the awful thunders roar;

November 22, 1737.


Sudden the lightning gilds the gloomy sky, See how the spoils of death around are spread,
And shows some friendly creek or harbour nigh, Think as you walk, what treacherous ground you
Bold with the kind embracing coast they steer, The mother-earth, that mixes now with me, stread!
And find their safety where they plac'd their fear. Next moment may reclaim it's share in thee!

A smoke! a flower! a shadow! and a breath !
Are real things compard with life and death :

Like bubbles on the stream of time we pass,

Swell, burst, and mingle with the common mass!
Thou glimm’ring taper! by whose feeble ray

Then, oh reflect! ere fate unheeded come,
In thoughtful solitude the night I waste !

And snatch this lesson from the vocal toinb!
How do'st thou warn me by thy swift decay,

Known in thy conduct, fix'd upon thy mind,
That equal to oblivion both we haste?

“ The love of God, and welfare of mankind."
The vital oil, that should our strength supply,

Then when old nature shall to ruin turn, Consuming wastes, and bid us learn to die. Heav'n melt with heat, and earth dissolving burn!

Amidst the flame inscrib'd, this truth shall shine,
Teach'd by my hand, thy swift reviving light

Its force immortal, and its work divine !
With new-gain'd force again is taught to glow!
So, rising from surrounding troubles bright,

My conscious sou begins herself to know :
Aud, from the ills of life emerging forth,

Learns the just standard of her native worth.

But see in mists thy fading lustre veil'd,

Around thy head the dusky vapours play ;

So by opposing fortune's clouds concealid,

Jo vain to force a passage I essay:
While round me, gathering thick, they daily spread,

And living, I am number'd with the dead !


But now thy fame diminish'd quick subsides,

Too sure a presage that thy date is run;

Alike I feel my life's decreasing tides,

Soon will like thine my transient blaze be gone!

Instructive emblem!-how our fates agree!

I haste to darkness, and resemble thee.




In juventute cura ut benè vivas, in senectute ut

benè moriaris.


Here, stranger! view a stone without a name,

The name tho' plac'd obscure to thee and fame;

The real merits of the mortal clay

Must wait the judgment of the final day.

Like thee I've seen both fortune frown and smile,

Felt all the hopes deluded man beguile;

As thou art now, have I with life been blest',

As I do now, so shortly thou must rest !

Must every joy, and every prospect leave

Contracted, in the limits of the grave:







2 The author's father.


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