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tioned, decorated with the statues of great and good men, is no im. proper emblem. This work, which contains the lives of the moft eminent persons, who have flourished in Great Britain and Ireland, from the earliest ages, down to the present time, appears to me, as far as it has hitherto gone, to be executed with great spirit, accu. racy, and judgment; and deserves, in my opinion, to be encouraged by all, who have at heart the honour of their country, and that of their particular families and friends; and who can any ways aslift the ingenious and laborious authors, to render as per. fect as poflble, a design so apparently calculated to serve the public, by setting in the truest and fullest light the characters of persons already generally, though perhaps too indiftin&tly known; and retrieving from obscurity and oblivion, examples of private and retired merit, which, though less glaring and oftentatious than the former, are not, however, of a less extensive or less beneficial influence. To those, who may happen not to have seen this repository of British glory, I cannot give a better idea of it, than in the following lines of Virgil:
Hic manus ob patriam pugnando vulnera pafli; .
Quique facerdotes cafti, dum vita manebat ;
Quique pii vates & Phæbo digna locuti;
Inventas aut qui vitam excoluere per artes;
Quique fui memores alios fecere merendo.
Virg. Æn. L. 6.
The End of the FIRST CANTO.
The Honourable Mrs. ELIZABETH Perry.
By the late Mr. F. Coventry.
N ENIUS of Penshurst old!.
J Who saw'st the birth of each immortal oak,
Here sacred from the stroke;
And all thy tenants of yon turrets bold, ..
Inspir’st to arts or arms;
Where · Sidney his Arcadian landscape drew,
Genuine from thy Doric view;
And patriot." Algernon unshaken rose
Above insulting foes;
And Sacchariffa nursid her angel charms.
• Sir Philip Sidney. Algernon Sidney.
O suffer me with sober tread
To enter on thy holy shade;
Bid smoothly-gliding Medway stand,
And wave his fedgy tresses bland,
A stranger let him kindly greet,
And pour his urn beneath my feet.
And see where Perry'opes his door
To land me on the focial floor ;
Nor does the heiress of these shades deny
To bend her bright majestic eye,
Where Beauty shines, and Friendship warm,
And Honour in a female form.
With them in aged groves to walk,
And lose my thoughts in artless talk,
I shun the voice of Party loud,
I shun loose Pleasure's idle crowd,
And monkish academic cell,
Where Science only feigns to dwell,
And court, where speckled Vanity
Apes her trựcks in tawdry die,
And shifts each hour her tinsel hue,
Still furbelow'd in follies new.
Here Nature no distortion wears,
Old Truth retains his filver hairs,
And Chastity her matron step,
And purple Health her rosy lip.
Ah! on the virgin's gentle brow
How Innocence delights to glow!
Unlike the town-dame's haughty air,
The scornful eye and harlot's stare ;
But bending mild the bashful front,
As modest Fear is ever wont :
Shepherdesses such of old,
Doric bards enamour'd told,
While the pleas’d Arcadian vale
Echo'd the enchanting tale. .
But chief of Virtue's lovely train,
A pensive exile on the plain,
No longer active now to wield -
Th’avenging sword, protecting shield,
Here thoughtful-walking Liberty
Remembers Britons once were free.
With her would Nobles old converse,
And learn her dictates to rehearse,
Ere yet they grew refin'd to hate
The hospitable rural feat,
The spacious hall with tenants stord,
Where Mirth and Plenty crown'd the board;
Ere yet their Lares they forsook,
And lost the genuine British look,
The conscious brow of inward merit,
The rough, unbending, martial spirit,
To clink the chain of Týraldom gay,
And court-idolatry to pays :. . .
To live in city smoaks obfcure,
Where morn ne'er wakes her breezes pure,
Where darkest midnight reigns at noon,
And fogs eternal blot the sun..
But come, the minutes Alit away, ."
And eager Fancy longs to stray:
Come, friendly Genius ! lead me round
Thy sylvan haunts and magic ground;
Point every spot of hill or dale,
And tell me, as we tread the vale,
“ Here mighty Dudly once would rove,
“ To plan his triumphs in the grove: .
“ There looser Waller, ever gay,
“ With Sacchariss in dalliance lay;
“ And Philip, side-long yonder spring, ...
“ His lavish carols wont to fing."
Hark! I hear the echoes call,
Hark! the rulhing waters fall;