She stretch'd her hand, imbru'd in blood,
While pale Sedition trembling ftood;

In fudden filence, the mad crowd obey'd
Her aweful voice, and Stygian Discord fled!
With hope, or fear, or love, by turns,

The marble leaps, or fhrinks, or burns,
As Sculpture waves her hand;

The varying paffions of the mind
Her faithful handmaids are affign'd,

And rise and fall by her command.
When now life's wafted lamps expire,
When finks to duft this mortal frame,
She, like Prometheus, grafps the fire;

Her touch revives the lambent flame:

While, phoenix-like, the statesman, bard, or fage,
Spring fresh to life, and breathe through every age.
Hence, where the organ full and clear,
With loud hofannas charms the ear,

Behold (a prism within his hands)

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Abforb'd in thought, great Newton stands;

Such was his folemn wonted state,

His ferious brow, and musing gait,

a A noble ftatue of Sir Ifaac Newton, erected in TrinityCollege chapel, by Dr. Smith.

When,

When, taught on eagle-wings to fly,
He trac'd the wonders of the fky;

The chambers of the fun explor'd,

Where tints of thousand hues are ftor'd;
Whence every flower in painted robes is drest,
And varying Iris steals her gaudy vest.
Here, as Devotion, heavenly queen,
Conducts her beft, her fav'rite train,
At Newton's fhrine they bow!
And while with raptur'd eyes they gaze,
With Virtue's pureft vestal rays,

Behold their ardent bofoms glow!
Hail, mighty Mind! hail, aweful name!
I feel infpir'd my lab'ring breast;
And lo! I pant, I burn for fame!

Come, Science, bright etherial guest,
Oh come, and lead thy meanest, humbleft son,
Through Wisdom's arduous paths to fair renown
Could I to one faint ray aspire,
One fpark of that celeftial fire,
The leading cynofure, that glow'd

While Smith explor'd the dark abode,

Where Wisdom fate on Nature's fhrine,

How great my boaft! what praise were mine!

Illuftrious

Illuftrious fage! who first could'st tell
Wherein the powers of Mufic dwell;
And every magic chain untie,
That binds the foul of Harmony!

To thee, when mould'ring in the duft,
To thee fhall fwell the breathing buft:
Shall here (for this reward thy merits claim)
"Stand next in place to Newton, as in fame."

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True RESIGNATION.

Equam memento rebus in arduis

Servare mentem.

By Mr. H****

HORAT.

HEN Colin's good dame, who long held him a tug,

. And defeated his hopes by the help of the jug, Had taken too freely the cheeruping cup, And repeated the dofe 'till it laid her quite up; Colin fent for the doctor: with forrowful face He gave him his fee, and he told him her cafe. Quoth Galen, I'll do what I can for your wife; But indeed she's fo bad, that I fear for her life.

In

In counsel there's fafety-e'en fend for another;
For if she should die, folks will make a strange pother,
And say that I loft her for want of good skill-

Or of better advice or, in fhort, what they will.

-

Says Colin, Your judgment there's none can difpute; And if phyfic can cure her, I know yours will do't. But if, after all, the Should happen to die,

And they say that you kill'd her—I'll fwear 'tis a lye: 'Tis the busband's chief business, whatever enfue; And whoever finds fault I'll be fhot - if I do.

An EPISTLE from the King of PRUSSIA, to Monfieur VOLTAIRE. 1757.

CROYEZ que fi j'etois, Voltaire,

Particulier aujourdhui,

Me contentant du neceffaire,'

Je verrois envoler la Fortune legere,
Et m' en mocquerois comme lui.
Je connois l'ennui des grandeurs,

Le fardeau des devoirs, le jargon des flateurs,

Et tout l'amas des petiteffes,

Et leurs genres et leurs efpeces,

Dont il faut s'occuper dans le fein des honneurs.

VOL. VI.

Y

Je

Je meprise la vaine gloire,

Quoique Poëte et Souverain,

Quand du cifeau fatal retranchant mon destin
Atropos m' aura vu plongé dans la nuit noirë,
Que m'importe l'honneur incertain

De vivre après ma mort au temple de Memoire :
Un inftant de bonheur vaut mille ans dans l' hiftoire.

Nos deftins font ils donc fi beaux ?

Le doux Plaifir et la Molleffe,

La vive et la naïve Allegreffe

Ont toujours fui des grands, la pompe, et les faisceaux, Nes pour la liberté leurs troupes enchantreffes

Preferent l'aimable pareffe

Aux aufteres devoirs guides de nos travaux.

Auffi la Fortuné volage

N'a jamais caufé mes ennuis,

Soit qu'elle m' agaçe, ou qu'elle m' outrage,

Je dormirai toutes les nuits

En lui refufant mon hommage.

Mais notre etat nous fait loi,

Il nous oblige, il nous engage
A mesurer notre courage,
Sur ce qu' exige notre emploi..
Voltaire dans fon hermitage,

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