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When they are call'd away from herd and plough
To arms, will make all foreign forces bow;
And shew how much a lawful monarch saves,
When twenty subjects beat an hundred slaves.
Fortunate Island! if thou didst but know
How much thou do'st to Heaven and Nature owe!
And if thy honour were as good, as great
Thy forces, and as blest thy soil and seat:
But then with numbers thou would'st be o'er-run;
Strangers, to breathe thy air, their own would shun;
And of thy children, none abroad would roam,
But for the pleasure of returning home.
Come and embrace us in thy saving arms,
Command the waves to cease their rough alarms.
And guard us to thy port, that we may see
Thou art indeed the Emp'ress of the Sea.
So may thy ships about the ocean course,
And still increase in number and in force.
So may no storms ever infest thy shores,
But all the winds that blow encrease thy stores.
May never more contagious air arise,
To close so many of thy children's eyes;
But all about thee Health and Plenty vie,!
Which shall seem kindest to thee, Earth or Sky.
May no more fires be seen among thy towns,
But charitable beacons on thy downs,
Or else victorious bonfires in thy streets,
Kindled by winds that blow from ofF thy fleets.
May'st thou feel no more fits of factious rage,
But all distempers may thy Charles assuage,
With such a well-tun'd concord of his State,
As none but ill, and hated men, may hate.
And may'st thou from him endless monarchs see,
Whom thou may'st honour, who may honour thee.
May they be wise and good: thy happy seat,
And stores will never fail to make them great.
TO THE ED1TOK OF "THE SYLVAN WANDERER."
A Dreary length of time has been endured, since I wrote my first letter to yon. I know not if I have now the strength or spirits to tell you, what 1 then intended to communicate.
"The melancholy winter, which I passed after the event that I last related, I am unwilling to recall to my memory. As the first days of Spring reanimated Nature, my spirits revived a little in the common glow of life. I resolved to seek out Julia Bruce and her family, of whom I had for some months lost all trace.
"On horseback, with no attendant but my groom, I set out on a journey, which I determined should not end, till I had accomplished my object. I had a strong suspicion, that this interesting family were secluded in one of the numerous sea-bathing places on the English coast. I traversed day after day, and week after week, from the Eastern to the Western shore, worn with anxiety, and at last desponding from my ill < > success. Yet upon many of the scenes, which took romantic colours from the agitated state of my mind, I look back with melancholy pleasure, and recollect an hundred little incidents, which, associated with the train of ideas then ruling over my fancy, thrill me, as with a sort of enchantment. human society, I pictured to myself calmness, and peace, and exemption from conflicting and racking desires and sorrows. But I am afraid, that these pictures have not much foundation in reason, truth, and experience. Other passions and feelings, more selfish and sullen than those which society at once stimulates and softens, occupy their place. And that quiet and that silence, which so charm us, when fresh from the clamorous struggles of crowded life, have no interest and no ameliorating effect with the vegetating boor, who has known nothing else.
"When I approached a place, which I imagined might contain the dear object of my search, it seemed to be clad in a kind of misty light of etherial softness, and the distant figures appeared like the glancing coruscations of Autumn, too heavenly to be reached. The delusion was destroyed by the reality, only to be renewed the following day.
"My habitual shyness gave way to a stronger feeling; and I made acquaintance wherever I went, in hopes of gaining some intelligence of the lost mistress of my heart. I found many pleasant women, and many beautiful girls; but none like Julia Bruce. In proportion, however, as I was careless and indifferent, they were full of attention and flatteiy.
"I passed Northward, through a line of country little travelled; and saw many of those recluse beauties of scenery, with which common tourists are utterly unacquainted. Perhaps in the state of passion, under which I was labouring, many objects appeared to me in an imaginary colouring. But I envied those, who seemed separated from the noise and intrigues of the world. In those distant vallies, in which I saw lonely cottages and remote farm-houses, far separated from
"But then I drew the charms of Julia endearing and enlightening these scenes of innocent Soltitude. It was in one of the hottest days of July, that, harassed with fatigue of mind and body, I rested, while the sun was at its height, at a small inn, or rather ale-house, on the road, in a most unfrequented part of Herefordshire. I had not sat an hour in the house, when an alarming fever seized me. The first thing I recollect after this critical day, is a small cottage chamber, in which I found myself on an humble but neat bed, with my faithful groom watching on a chair by my side. I asked him anxiously where I was; and what had happened. He told me, that the violence of the fever had rendered it necessary, for the sake of quiet, to remove me to a neighbouring cottage; and that I had been for several days delirious: and that the utmost attention to calmness and silence was still necessary to ensure my recovery.
"This short exertion of reviving faculties was almost too much for my exhausted strength. I fainted, and again sunk back on my pillow. I recollect but little of what I felt or saw during the remainder of that day. Yet I had a dim fancy, that Julia Bruce sometimes appeared at the foot of my bed; and smiled on me through fear; while her mother, with vengeance in her countenance, shook her distracted locks at me, and cried
'Alas! hard-hearted man!
If one died by thy hand, die thou by mine!'
Then cold perspirations, as it were the waters of death, came upon me; and I lay for hours senseless, and scarcely breathing.
"Another week, after some slight relapses, produced sufficient convalesence to enable me to quit my chamber. I found myself in a beautiful cottage, at the foot of one of those hills, in the neighbourhood of Wigmore, once famed in history for its great possessors, the Mortimers, Earls of March. In sight of my windows was a little parish church of the rudest kind; an old wooden-built gable-ended farm-house on one of the side-hills: and the village embowered in trees on the right.
"I was soon permitted to take walks along this romantic valley; and I often rested from the glare of the sun on the bench of the church-porch. One day I obtained the church-key, and explored the rude interior of this humble fane. The broken figure of a recumbent warrior under an arch of the main wall; two or three imperfect brasses; and two or three in