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The breezy covert of the warbling grove,
Good heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting That call’d them from their native walks away ; [day When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their last, And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain For seats like these beyond the western main ; And shudd'ring still to face the distant deep, Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep. The good old sire, the first prepar'd to go To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave, His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for her father's arms. With louder plaints the mother spoke her woesy And blest the cot where every pleasure rose ; And kist her thoughtless babes with many a tear, And claspt them close, in sorrow doubly dear; Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief.
O luxury! thou curst by heaven's decree, How ill exchang’d are things like these for thee! How do thy potions with insidious joy, Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee, to sickly greatness grown, Boast of a florid vigour not their own. At every draught more large and large they grow, A bloated mass of rank unwieldly woe ; Till sapp'd their strength, and 'every part unsound, Down, down they sink, and spread a ruin rounch
Ev'n now the devastation is begun, And half the business of destruction done ; Ev'n now, methinks, as pond'ring here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there ; And piety with wishes plac'd above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decry'd, My shame in crouds, my solitary pride. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe. That found'st me poor at first, and keep’st me so ; Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well, Farewel, and ()! where'er thy voice be try'd, On Torņo's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side, Whether where equinoctial fervors glow, Or winter wraps the polar world in snow, Still let thy voice, prevailing over time, Redress the rigors of th’ inclement clime; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain Teach erring man to spurn
rage Teach him, that states of native strength possest, Though very poor, may still be
very That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay, As ocean sweeps the labor'd mole
away ; While self-dependant power can time defy, As rocks resist the billows and the sky.
Dr. Goldsmith and some of his friends occasionally dined at
the St. James's Coffee-house. One day it was proposed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and person furnished subjects of witticism. He was called on for RETALIATION, and at their next meeting produced the fole lowing poem.
Of old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; If our landlord* supplies us with beef, and with fish, Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best
Our Deant shall be venison, just fresh from the plains;
* The master ofthe St. James's coffee-house, where the doc« tor, and the friends he has characterised in this poem, occa.. sionally dined. # Dr. Bernard, dean of Derry in Ireland. # The Right Hon. Edmund Burke.
Mr. William Burke, late secretary to General Conway, and member for Bedwin. # Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Granada.
Our Cumberland's* sweet-bread its place shall obtain,
Here lies the good Dean, ** reunited to earth, Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with
* Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and various other productions. (a)
+ Doctor Douglas, canon of Windsor, (now Bishop of Salisbury) an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a sound critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen ; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes.
# David Garrick, Esq. § Counseller John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar.
11 Sir Joshua Reynolds. | An eminent attorney. ** Vide page 53. (a) Since this note was written of " Calvary, or the death of Christ."