Huge dogs of Tibet bark in yonder grove, For Him, that blefling of a better time, The Court hath crofs'd the ftream; the sports Now, to our lawns of dalliance and delight Join we the groves of horror and affright: This to achieve no foreign aids we try; Thy gibbets, Bagfhot! fhall our wants fupply; Hounflow, whofe heath fublimer terror fills, Shall with her gibbets lend her powder-mills. Here too, O King of Vengeance †, in thy fane, Tremendous Wilkes fhall rattle his gold cham; And round that fane, on many a Tyburn tree, Hang fragments dire of Newgate-history ; On this fhall Hell ́d's dying speech be read, Here B-te's confeflion, and his wooden head; While all the minor plunderers of the age, (Too numerous far for this contracted page) The R gys, ---S §, Mungos, B di ws there, In straw-ftuft effigy, fhall kick the air. But fay, ye powers, who come when fancy calls, Where fhall our mimic London rear her walls | The Eastern feature, Art muft next produce: Tho' not for prefent yet for future ufe, Our fons fome flave of greatnefs may behold, Caft in the genuine Afiatic mould: Who of three realms fhall condefcend to know No more than he can fpy from Windfor's brow; giants, in the habits of magicians." Page 42. "Sometimes, in this romantic excurfion, the paffenger finds himfelf in extenfive recefles, furrounded with arbours of jeffamine, vine, and rofes; where beauteous Tartarean damfels, in loofe tranfparent robes that flutter in the air, prefent him with rich wines, &c. and invite him to taste the sweets of retirement on Perfian carpets, and beds of Camufakin down." Page 40. Who ne'er before at fermon fhew'd his face, And all the Maids of Honour cry Te-he‡‡‡! "Their scenes of terror are compofed of gloomy woods, &c. Gibbers, croffes, wheels, and the whole apparatus of torture are feen from the roads. Here too they conceal in cavities, on the fummits of the highest mountains, founderies, lime-kiins, and glass-works, which fend forth large volumes of flame, and continued columns of thick fmoke, that give to thefe mountains the appearance of volcanos." Page 37. "Here the paffenger from time to time is furprifed with repeated fhocks of electrical impulfe; the earth trembles under him by the power of confined air," &c. Page 39. Now to produce both these effects, viz. the appearance of volcanos and earthquakes, we have here fubmitted the occafional explofion of a powder-mill, which (if there be not too much fimplicity in the contrivance) it is apprehended will at once answer all the purposes of lime-kilns and electrical machines, and imitate thunder and the explosion of cannon into the bargain. Vide page 40. "In the most difmal receffes of the woods, are temples dedicated to the King of Vengeance, near which are placed pillars of ftone, with pathetic defcriptions of tragical events; and many acts of cruelty perpetrated there by outlaws and robbers." Page 37. This was written when Mr. Wilkes was Sheriff of London, and when it was to be feared he would rattle his chain a year longer as Lord Mayor. Martins. The afterifms will be eafily fupplied. "There is likewife in the fame garden, via. Yven-Ming Yven, near Pekin, a fortified town, with its ports, ftreets, public fquares, temples, markets, shops, and tribunals of justice; in fhort, with every thing that is at Pekin, only on a fmaller fcale. In this town the Emperors of China, who are too much the flaves of their greatness to appear in public, and their women, who are fecluded from it by cuftom, are frequently diverted with the hurry and buttle of the capital which is here reprefented, feveral times in the year, by the eunuchs. of the palace." Page 22. Sir William's enormous account of Chinese bridges, too long to be here inferted. Vide page 53. **"Some of thefe eunuchs perfonate porters." Page 22. ++Fruits and all forts of reireshments are cried about the streets in this mock city." Page 33. "Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek." Milton. Neither are thieves, pickpockets, and sharpers forgot in thefe feftivals; that noble profeffion is ufually allotted to a good number of the mott dextrous eunuchs!" Vide ibid. "The watch feizes on the culprit." Vide ibid. 11"He is conveyed before the Judge, and fometimes feverely baftinadoed." Ibid." *** "Quarrels happen-battles enfue." Ibid. +++"Every liberty is permitted, there is no diftinction of perfons." Ibid. ‡‡‡ "This is done to divert his Imperial Majefty, and the ladies of his train." Vide ibid. Be Be thefe the rural paftimes that attend Great Binfwk's leifure: thefe fhall beft unbend His royal mind, whenc'er, from frate withdrawn, He treads the velvet of his Richmond lawn; Thefe fhall prolong his Afiatic dream, Tho' Europe's balance trembles on its beam. And thou, Sir William while thy plaftic hand Creates cach wonder, which thy Bard has plaun'd; While, as thy art commands, obfequious rite Whate'er can pleafe, or frighten, or furprise, O! let that Bard his Knight's protection claim, And share, like faithful Sancho, Quixote's fame. $145. Pleafures of Memory; a Poem. By SAMUEL ROGERS, Fq. DOWN by yon hazel copfe, at evening, blaz'd When in the breeze the diftant watch-dog bay'd: To learn the colour of my future years! Ah, then, what honeft triumph flush'd my breaft! This truth once known-To blefs is to be bleft! 'Twas all he gave, 'twas all he had to give. But hark! thro' thofe old firs, with fullen fwell [well! The church-clock ftrikes! ye tender fcenes, fareIt calls me hence, beneath their fhade to trace The few fond lines that Time may foon efface. On yon gray ftone, that fronts the chancel-door, Worn fmooth by bufy feet now feen no more, Each eve we fhot the marble thro' the ring, When the heart danc'd, and life was in its fpring; Alas! unconfcious of the kindred earth, That faintly echoed to the voice of mirth. When not a diftant taper's twinkling ray Led by what chart, tranfpo.ts the timid dove Sweet bird! thy truth fhall Harlem's walls atteft, And unborn ages confeciate thy neft. When with the filent energy of grief, With looks that a.k'd, yet dar'd not hope relief, Want, with her babes, round generous Valour clung, To wring the flow furrender from his tongue, 'Twas thine to animate her closing eye; Alas' 'twas thine perchance the first to die, Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcom'd from the sky. $147. From the Same. WHEN the blithe fon of Savoy, roving round With humble wares and pipe of merry found, From his green vale and fhelter'd cabin hies, And fcales the Alps to vifit foreign skies; Tho' far below the forked lightnings play, And at his feet the thunder dies away, Oft, in the faddle rudely rock'd to fleep, While his mule browfes on the dizzy ficep, With Memory's aid, he fits at home, and fees His children fport beneath their native trees, And beads, to hear their cherub-voices call, O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall. But can her fimile with gloomy Madness dwell! Say, can fhe chafe the horrors of his cell? Each fiery flight on Frenzy's wing reftrain, And mould the coinage of the fever'd brain ? Pafs but that grate, which fearce a gleam fupples, There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies! He, He, whofe arrefting hand fublimely wrought But, as he fondly fnatch'd the wreath of Fame, } Ah! who can tell the triumphs of the mind, By truth illumin'd, and by tafte refin'd? When Age has quench'd the eye and clos'd the ear, Still nerv'd for action in her native sphere, Oft will the rife-with fearching glance purfue Some long-lov'd image vanish'd from her view; Dart thro' the deep receffes of the past, O'er dusky forms in chains of flumber caft; With giant-grafp fling back the folds of night, And fnatch the faithlefs fugitive to light. So thro' the grove th' impatient mother flies, Each faniefs glade, each fecret pathway tries; Till the light leaves the truant-boy disclose, Long on the wood-mots ftretch'd in sweet repofe. $148. From the Same. OFT may the fpirits of the dead defcend, To watch the filent flumbers of a friend; From Reafon's dawn each pleasure and each care; If thy bleft nature now unites above Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustlefs mine Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! * The law of Gravitation. § 150. A Sketch of the Alps at Day-break. From the Same. THE fun-beams ftreak the azure skies, And line with light the mountain's brow: With hounds and horns the hunters rife, And chafe the roebuck thro' the fnow. From rock to rock, with giant-bound, High on their iron poles they pafs; Mute, left the air, convuls'd by found, Rend from above a frozen mafs*. The goats wind flow their wonted way, Up craggy fteeps and ridges rude; Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey, From defert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply, The huts peep o'er the morning-cloud, Perch'd, like an eagle's neft, on high. $151. A Wib. From the Same. MINE be a cot befide the hill; A bee-hive's hum fhall footh my ear; apron The village-church, among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were giv'n, With merry peals fhall fwell the breeze, And point with taper fpire to heav'n. § 152. An Ode on Clafic Education†. Furious foams the headlong tide. Youth with ftedfaft eye perufe Infant fenfe to all our kind ANON. Who fhall make the current ftray Prime fupport of learned lore, TIME meanwhile, from day to day, EMULATION, whose keen eye Thus with EARLY CULTURE bleft, Glows with fenfe and pow'rs matur`d. Private love, or public praise, Thine is all the work-be thine The glory-CLASSIC DISCIPLINE. There are paffes in the Alps, where the guides tell you to move on with fpeed, and fay nothing, k the agitation of the air fhould loofen the fnows above. GRAY, fect. v. let. 4. Spoken in the year 1794 at the annual Vifitation of Dr. Knox's School at Tunbridge. Audit currus habenas. VIRG. END OF THE SECOND BOOK. |