calls ixveuriges, finds out the game. For he follows the scent no further than the hare's form; from whence, after he has started her, he purfues her by fight. I am indebted for these two laft remarks to a reverend and very learned gentleman, whofe judgment in the belles lettres nobody disputes, and whose approbation gave me the affurance to publish this poem. Oppian also observes, that the best fort of these finders were brought from Britain; this ifland having always been famous (as it is at this day) for the best breed of hounds, for perfons the best skilled in the art of hunting, and for horfes the most enduring to follow the chace. It is therefore ftrange that none of our poets have yet thought it worth their while to treat of this fubject; which is without doubt very noble in itself, and very well adapted to receive the most beautiful turns of poetry. Perhaps our poets have no great genius for hunting. Yet I hope, my brethren of the couples, by encouraging this first, but imperfect, effay, will fhew the world they have at leaft fome taste for poetry. The ancients efteemed hunting, not only as a manly and warlike exercise, but as highly conducive to health. The famous Galen recommends it above all others, as not only exercising the body, but giving delight and entertainment to the mind. And he calls the inventors of this art wife men, and well-skilled in human nature. Lib. de parvæ pilæ exercitio. The gentlemen, who are fond of a gingle at the clofe of every verfe, and think no poem truly mufical but what is in rhyme, will here find themselves disappointed. If they be pleased to read over the short preface before the Paradife Loft, Mr. Smith's poem in memory of his friend Mr. John Philips, and the Archbishop of Cambray's letter to Monfieur Fontenelle, they may probably be of another opinion. For my own part, I shall not be ashamed to follow the example of Milton, Philips, Thomson, and all our best tragick writers. Some few terms of art are dispersed here and there; but fuch only as are abfolutely requifite to explain my fubject. I hope in this the criticks will excufe me; for I am humbly of opinion, that the affectation, and not the neceffary ufe, is the proper object of their cenfure. But I have done. I know the impatience of my brethren, when a fine day, and the concert of the kennel, invite them abroad. I fhall therefore leave my reader to fuch diverfion as he may find in the poem itfelf. "En age, fegnes, "Rumpe moras; vocat ingenti clamore Citharon, Hark, away, Caft far behind the lingering cares of life. то WILLIAM SOMERVILE, Efq; ON HIS POEM CALLED THE W CH A CE. HILE you, Sir, gain the steep ascent to fame, The festive night awakes th' harmonious lay, For For this what darling fon fhall feel thy fire, His numerous verfe the huntsman's art shall tell. And Somerviles will fing, when Fredericks give the bays. JOHN NIXON. то Ο NCE more, my friend, I touch the trembling lyre, For thee I quit the law's more rugged ways, When the wild mufick charms my ravish'd ear, He yields-but to the musick of thy lines. They |