, moan, Give me to mix my forrows with your own. With moving accents (well the plaintive lines, The firmest Briton, an untimely grave. the skies; bewail, And, deeply griev'd, relate the doleful tale; And, more than echoes, echo on the hills. Since that fam'd prince, their laft LEWEL fon, Old (11) Deva droops,-this kind protec tor gone; [flow, Her forrowing freams, as they to ocean Hear Thames and Ifis tell their mighty woe ; For Thames' (12) Augufta lov'd the patriot's name, And (13) Ifis fons immortalize his fame. Ah, fate fevere ! alas! we must resign! And had, O WILLIAMS! Neftor's years been thine, Yet Neftor's years had been too short a race, space; Ev'n faction's felf that worth immenfe confefs'd [blefs'd. And toil'd unweary'd, in Britannia's cause ; Religion's due he reverently paid, Where e'er opprefs'd, a helpless object lay, Unafk'd, he aided, and unseen, he gave. tears, An agonizing heart, grief-clouded charms, Be the fpace added to this infant's date. O Kynnafton! in vain we still deplore, And image what we must behold no more; That free deportment, fo humanely kind, That graceful afpect, with that ample mind. Bleft manes! now you wing the ætherial way, To climes cœleftial, realms of brightest day, Where dwell brave guardians of their an cient laws, Chiefs ftill devoted to their country's caufe; And full enjoy that liberty you lov'd. This only tribute which a friend can give: Tho (2) An(3) A bill in (1) Melpomene, one of the nine mufes: She prefided over mournful folemnities. glefey, where the anceflors of the deceafed refided for many generations. Carnarvonshire, one of the higheft in Britain. (4) The Ordovices inhabited Flintshire, Denbighshire, Carnarvonshire, and Merionethshire. (5) The river Severn. (6) Cor navia comprebended the counties of Warwick, Worcester, Salop, Stafford, and Chefter. (7) Montgomery. (8) The principality of Wales. (9) North Wales. (10) This family of the Williams's derive themselves from Caradoc Hardh, a prince, or antient Britif buftain. (11) Chefter. (12) London. (13) The principal river at Oxford. Tho' fnatch'd, alas! from our defiring eyes, Advice to a LADY upon the Death of ber WHA HAT, full these mournful plaints,and flowing eyes ! [fighs! Thefe direful piercing groans, and scalding This energy of grief's, alas! in vain, 'Twill never, never bring him back again. Hark, fair one, but to thefe feraphick lays! Your drooping foul I'll from the bed of forrow raife. Behold yon azure roof, whofe radiant light, With wond'rous glory terminates the fight; There dwells a lover of majestick grace, Beauteous his form, ineffable his face, Extatick all his charms, fo good, fo kind, You never can addrefs, but will acceptance find; A boundless paffion, there you may expand, Rapid as floods, which fhores nor rocks withstand; A PANEGYRICK on a LOUSE. Luxurious animal! whofe daily food His labour's confort, and invention's aid: On bearing Mifs (0! Middleton, let Britain fing thy praife, Ruin'd yourself, a general good to raise; Let thy great deeds for ever, be the thepre Of those who taste the comfortable stream: Then while each bard thy glorious works rehearse, Your fame fhall live in never dying verse, While murmuring thro' the richly fertile ground Thy generous work re-echo's back the found.) Here fwains and nymphs on holidays repair To breathe the fweets of unpolluted air; Here youthful lovers melt the yielding lafs With amorous kitles on the verdant grafs ; Here Damon tunes his pipe, here Chloe fings Enlivening numbers to th' exulting strings. Charm'd with the rapt'rous notes, the herds around In filent wonder hear the heavenly found; From diftant vales to hear the tuneful Around the dens of the infernal coaft, His notes lefs pleafing and his founds lefs The mufes greater pow'r to Chloe's giv'n, Here folemn airs can raise a foul to heav'n. Thy ftreams, O Midleton! the fong infpire, Augment her voice and animate the lyre : The murmuring noise makes louder num[kies. bers rife, And fills with echoing founds the ambient W. G. Upon the Sight of thefe Words, rit on a Grave-flone, As I am, fo fhalt thou be. ND muft I then a loathfome carcafs [thee? Stench and corruption, and abhor'd like Must worms gorge on this flesh, and then, A be, alas ! To mould'ring earth this noble fabrick pafs?" No more rejoice at morn's approaching light, Confin'd to filence and eternal night? Laid in the lonely chamber of a grave, Defpis'd and trod upon by ev'ry flave? Soft numbers touch'd upon the dancing ftring, [bring? No more their tuneful, sprightly pleasures Nor Sylvia, tho' her form with angels vies, Strike me with raptures thro' my dark'ned eyes? Nor Cyprus, nor Frontiniac wines, with mirth Regale my palate, turn'd, alas! to earth? Nor The New-River. A ODE to PYTHIAS. H obat, at laft, doth Pythias find That here's no real joy below? A truth, you once inforc'd to kind, Could it be thought you did not know? Daphne can in her age reflect Upon the conquefts fhe has made, And fee at laft her own neglect 'Tis, caufes her to live a maid. Youth, by experience, feels the woe, Reflection would have taught to shun; If not by this, you could but know, I lov'd, and was by love undone. LYSIS. Who flood when tempted not, who fell when But like great BEAUFORT, ancient kings defcent, A CALVINISTICAL REFLECTION. HO' pure my hands, and free from Tguilty stains, And indiffolv'd each focial tie remains: Melt for each want, and pity ev'ry tear S. H. To this was fubjoined the following Note If any one think the above fentiment fevere or unjuft, let him take a view of the conduct of the father and founder of this fect: Let him confider him as perfecuting, for a difference in opinion, poor Servetus, once his most intimate friend; fee him, by his management and intereft with the magiftrates of Geneva, procuring his imprisonment, reducing him, by a long confinement, to disease and mifery, and at laft, with taunts and reproaches, bringing him to the stake.-Doubtlefs, Calvin.muft have thought Servetus a foe to virtue, reason, and to God. [ment) fure, on earth, (His WATKIN loft who nobly muft la Sincere of beart, his words not empty breath, And uniform his action ey'n to death. And to all other miferies gives birth : The See the Coquet, fet by Mr. Attfield, A New SONG, fet by Mr. GALLIARD. tr C 粥 How welcome, my fhepherd, how welcome to me, Is ev'ry occafion of meeting with thee? But when thou art abfent, how joyless am I Methinks I con-ten-ted could preld fit down and die. I rail at the hours that fo flowly they move, Whilft I'm at a diftance from all that I love; Then But virtue only can fecure the prize, Yet with bright beauty's charms we rarely find The brighter beauties of a gen'rous mind: And thence directs her cenfure or applaufe; your due, And with delight the theme I cou'd But confcious weakness checks th' am To rectify my thoughts, and mend my With bealing forrows pierc'd my youthful breaft, To make me contrite, penitent, and bleft. No longer now I wear thofe wrankling chains, A death diurnal of inceffant pains; With facred rev'rence I his aid implore, reftore : By his command my fins fhall be forgiv'n, And this dark view of kell,procure me beaven. PPP THE |