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TO HILARIA.

ode.

HILARIA is scarcely arriv'd at thirteen,

Her face is still infant, and childish her mien;

Oh say, Marinda! by what matchless art
Nature in you has such perfections bound?
Has given your form dominion o'er the heart,

And added all the eloquence of sound!
The fugitive that from your charms would fly,
Stopp'd by your voice-returns to hear and die!

Yet in spite of her pains her good sense to conceal, So Orpheus once with more than mortal song,

We know she has more than she cares to reveal.

As they say the first Brutus, suspected of treason,
With madness disguis'd the bright lustre of reason;
So she, with the frolicsome shows she puts on,
Would cover the wisdom must one day be shown.

She behaves, without ceasing from morning to night,
So gaily good-natur'd, so pleasantly light;
No soul could imagine, with all these mad airs,
She bore the whole burthen of family cares!

Oh say, thou dear trifler! delightfully wild,
In manners, in heart so resembling a child!
If thus your first dawn so engaging appears,
What joys must we hope from a dozen of years?

But your wit you well know does your age so excell,
You keep it so private for fear we should tell;
But in spite of your caution the secret gets way,
For no clouds can extinguish the light of the day!

TO ETHELINDA.

DUBIOUS of what repeating Fame had told,
The wondrous power of Ethelinda's face!
Too vainly curious, and too rashly bold,

I self-conducted sought the fatal place.
There sudden by th' enchanting flame inspir'd,
Reason no more her feeble sway could boast;
So Phaeton, by wild ambition fir'd,

Possess'd his wish, and by his wish was lost.

TO MARINDA, SINGING.

ODE.

Quæ voces avium-quantæ per inane volatus?
Claud.

WHEN first Marinda's tuneful voice I heard,
With ecstasy unknown my breast was fir'd;
Each passion stood dissolv'd in soft regard,

I only gaz'd, and listen'd,-and admir'd!
Sense hung suspended on her warbling breath,
And what I felt was neither life nor death!

Since that dear moment in my thrilling ear
Th' inimitable accents ever rung!
No artful instrument my taste could bear,
My ear was deaf to every other song:
So those, who leave their native groves behind,
Still keep the favourite symphony in mind.

Again she sings!-my fond reviving ear

Drinks in the notes with unabated joy; New beauties, unobserv'd before, appear,

Or graces, transport pass'd too slightly by!

So Raphael's draughts, though all they may delight, Yet ask repeated views to judge them right.

Recall'd his treasure from the realms of night! So bright Cæcilia's swelling measures strong

Rais'd the fair seraph to the fields of light! Such pow'r have sacred numbers when combin'd, To soften or exalt the human mind!

Nor blame if prepossess'd I give my voice,
And Music's force to beauty's charms compare;
Angels themselves will vindicate the choice,
And own I justly fix the preference there!
Since all we know of those bless'd forms above,
Is that they're made of harmony and love.

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"But late," he cries, "was fix'd the hour My eager hopes to crown;

My busy hands had dress'd the bow'r,
And grasp'd the joy my own!

"But oh, she's gone! my bleeding heart

Yet feels the recent wound :"

He spoke when, from a neighb'ring part,
He heard a hollow sound!

The guardian pow'r, that watch'd the place,
Had heard the youth complain!
And, touch'd with pity for his case,
Thus sooth'd the shepherd's pain.
"Mirandor! cease with vain despair
To vex thy tortur'd breast;
See young Lucinda! heav'nly fair!
With truth and beauty bless'd.

"To her engaging presence haste,

She waits but to be kind;

There lose the thought of sorrows pass'd,
And lasting comfort find.

"The joys, the lovely nymph bestows,

Shall constant peace secure,

And Love himself, that caus'd thy woes,
Himself shall give the cure!"

ON THE MILITARY PROCESSION OF

THE ROYAL COMPANY OF ARCHERS', AT EDINBURGH, JULY 8, 1734.

ODE.

Tum validis flexos incurvant viribus arcus,
Pro se quisque viri, et depromunt tela pharetris.
Virg.

YE martial breasts! the pride of Scotia's plain!
On this your fair revolving annual day;
Candid receive the Muse's faithful strain,

Who thus her tribute to your worth would pay:
Far though her numbers fall below her theme,
Accept her wishes, and approve her flame!
But too presumptive,-with unequal wing,
How shall she raise her emulative eye?
How in proportion to her rapture sing,

And to her fair idea ardent fly!

How paint the beauties of the warlike throng?
And mark the bright procession in her song!

Alas! assisted by no friendly pow'r,

How shall she dare to strike the sacred lyre?
Or shall she give the fav'rite project o'er,

And choose with silent safety to retire ?
Fix'd be the task!--she feels unwonted aid,
Thy influence beams confess'd, celestial maid!
Oh, chaste Urania! dearest of the Nine,

With conscious joy I view thy matchless air!
Approach, array'd in every charm divine,

The subject well deserves thy guardian care.
Propitious on the rising labour shine,
And with thy warmth inspire the just design.
And thou great author of the tuneful art,

Illustrious god of day! and pow'r of verse!
Who, with thy own inevitable dart,

Did'st once th' envenom'd Pythian monster pierce: Assist the Muse, in equal strains, to show The lasting honours of thy heav'nly bow!

1 The uniformity of habit in the members of this society, which is composed entirely of gentlemen of rank and fashion, the beauty of the habit itself, and the rich dresses of the officers, who are some of them of the first quality, conspire to render the march of this company one of the most elegant processions imaginable, both for its regularity and beauty. The dress is a la Romaine, composed of fine plaid, adorned with deep green silk fringes, and lined with white silk; white stockings, and white gloves, blue bonnets a l'Ecossois, with the image of St. Andrew enamelled, placed in a cockade of white and green ribband. Their belts are composed of the two last colours. In their right hand they bear their bow, in their belts are fastened two darts. The officers for distinction have their habits trimmed with deep silver fringes, and their bonnets of blue velvet, adorned with jewels. The counsellors, who are six in number, have bonnets of crimson velvet. Their drums, music, and other attendants are in the company's livery of green and white. Their two standards are most richly embroidered. His grace the duke of Hamilton is at present captain general, and his grace the duke of Queensberry, the right honourable the earls of Crawford, Cassils, Wemyss, and Wigton, with the right honourable the lords Kinnaird and Rollo, general officers.

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Favour'd by thee, could matchless Pindar rise,

To vast imagination loose the reins! Could, free, expatiate through the boundless skies, And eternize the great olympic scenes: Generous contention !-not unlike your own, Where Virtue only won, and wore the crown.

The skill of archery, from oldest date,
Has been the glory of heroic hearts!
By this Alcides gain'd the name of great,

And freed the world with his resistless darts: From which, their doom imperial tyrants found, And Troy's proud walls were levell'd with the ground.

Such were the arms repell'd the Roman force,
When Crassus by the Parthian arrow dy'd!
These stopp'd the eagle in her rapid course,

And check'd the flight of her assuming pride! When bold Orodes scorn'd her lawless chain, And led to fight his valiant archer-train !

When Britain felt the same usurping yoke,
These arms preserv'd the Caledonian race;
Defy'd Rome's boasted pow'r, her legions broke,
And kept invincible their native place:
So Galgacus maintain'd his country free,
For archers still were friends to liberty!

By these, when Edward, with usurping aim, Sought to enslave an independent land; Immortal Wallace scorn'd th' unrighteous claim,

And made for freedom an illustrious stand: For that oft triumph'd, and for that expir'd, And left a name to latest times admir'd!

But hark! what lively sounds invade the ear!
What warlike symphony approaches nigh?
Behold in sight, the royal train appear!

On high the crimson'd lion seems to glow,
Their radiant ensigns waving in the sky!
And threaten death to each opposing foe!

Oh tell, Urania! who that godlike youth,

Who shines distinguish'd captain at their head? Whose soul with noble honour fir'd, and truth,

Exults the fair procession thus to lead! What dignity around his person plays, 'Tis Hamilton!-he needs no borrow'd rays.

But see, the cheerful band apace advance!
What mingling lights surprise the ravish'd eyes?
The silver beams at distance softly glance,

And the rich plaid displays its vivid dyes!
While in the beauteous ranks that intervene,
The spotless white is mix'd with lively green.
Well-suited colours! happily combin'd!
The fairest emblems of the social train;
White as th' unsully'd temper of their mind,
And gaily verdant as their native plain!
From such fair order higher beauty springs,
Than all the glittering pride of eastern kings!

Nor yet unmeaning is the lovely show,

Proceeding on to the appointed field; Each in his hand uprears the social bow,

Two darts may well supply the place of shield: For what are shield, or bow, or sword, or darts, To the firm vigour of undaunted hearts!

But oh! to speak each honour'd leader's worth,
To paint the virtues of the royal band!
Might raise Alceus to a second birth,
Or ask aspiring Pindar's lofty hand:
The milky-way to uninstructed sight,
Tho' form'd of stars, appears one train of light!

TO A GENTLEMAN,

WHO IN A FORM, DESCRIBING A LADY'S PERSON, OMITTED
HER HAND, WHICH WAS REMARKABLY BEAUTIFUL.

How could the Muse Amelia's charms repeat
Enamour'd?-yet the master-charm forget;
The matchless beauty of that taper hand,
To which fond Love has given such wide command;
There plac'd his quiver stor'd with deadly darts,
And all the equipage of queen of hearts!
Pow'r to reward or punish, save or kill,
And scatter fate, obedient to her will!
Perhaps too conscious of a theme so fair,
The bard resign'd the subject in despair;
To such a hand no common strains were due,
Lilies were pale, and snow inclin❜d to blue.
Those hands where streams of living saphyre run,
And Parian marble seem'd itself outdone;
All vulgar similies were here too faint,
And so the piece was lost--for want of paint.
Or else bewilder'd in the maze of light,

Like those who sail by Zembla's icy coast;
His Muse was dazzled with too great a light,
And miss'd the part deserv'd his notice most.

Or was hid malice all the poet's aim?
He knew the hand from whence the mischief came;
(The fatal hand that threw the deadly dart
Transmissive, thro' the hapless shepherd's heart!)
And, not content to bear his fate alone,
Left others, like himself, to be undone.

So in the curious chart is oft laid down
The dangerous shoal, that ships are taught to shun;
But faithless guides!- -some rock unmark'd re-
mains,

That mocks the merchant's hope, and pilot's pains!
Who guided by description tempt their fate,
As those, who trust to thine, will find too late.

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THE first all-charming mother of mankind,
Heav'n with an angel-face and form array'd;
Yet left, alas! her nobler part, the mind,
Defenceless, easily to be betray'd!

How widely has the dire distemper spread
Amongst the lovely daughters of her race!
How few the soul their better care have made!
How fondly studious to improve the face?
Vain toil! were virtue the supremest choice,
And beauty left to nature's friendly care,
Earth would once more resemble Paradise,
And every female would be doubly fair.

PART III.

Nihil infelicius eo, cui nihil unquam evenit adversi, non enim licuit, tali sese experire. Seneca. Exilium terribile est jis quibus quasi conscriptus est habitandi locus, non iis qui omnem terrarum orbem unam esse urbem ducunt. Cicero.

THE ANNIVERSARY MOURNER.
A POEM.

Dies (ni fallor) adest, quem semper acerbum Semper honoratum, sic dî voluistis! habebo. Virg. NINE years were past, and now the tenth arose, When, sad reclin'd on Thames' delightful shore, Mark'd with misfortunes, and replete with woes! The Muse began her sorrows to deplore.

"Oh Night, whose mantle o'er the world is spread, Receive me in thy hospitable shade! Do thou inspire me !-let thy friendly gloom Assist my grief! and give reflection room, To view the horrours of that fatal day, That snatch'd the father, and the friend away! Fill'd my poor heart with anguish and despair, And left me naked to a world of care!

"How shalt thou tell, what words can never paint,
The shining virtues of the mortal saint?
For such his equal life, compos'd and ev'n
As seem'd a pattern of descending Heav's;
Some guardian-angel taught his rising youth
The cheerful love of piety and truth!
So early was his soul by these inspir'd,
They seem'd in him as native, not acquir'd;
But 'midst the graces that adorn'd his breast,
Soft smiling Charity, celestial guest!
With rays distinguish'd shone above the rest :
And all his actions in one point combin'd,

The love of God and welfare of mankind!
His fervent zeal descended from above,
Still calmly mild, and temper'd still with love,
Taught him to pity such as went astray,
And led him not to persecute, but pray.
In him Religion, pure and unarray'd,
Her irresistless native charms display'd;
At once enliv'ning, cheerful, and serene,
Void of all arts, and free from every stain!

"Nor need the Muse, to make his merit known,
Tell how in public life it brightly shone,
While parties join'd his real worth to own;
Ev'n those his conscience led him to oppose
In private conduct were no more his foes;
With unconstrain'd applause his life approv'd,
His character esteem'd, his person lov'd;
Would for his converse eagerly contend,
And thought it honour to be call'd his friend!
"How did his wondrous conversation shine?
At once instructive, pleasing, and divine!
Such heav'nly candour dwelt upon his tongue,
As comforted old age, and charm'd the young!
Still so endearing, that where he appear'd,
Each eye grew livelier, every heart was cheer'd;
Pain stood suspended, sorrow fled away,
And every face was innocently gay!

"How just the sentiments? how strong the strain, In which he did the scripture-truths explain, And show Religion beautifully plain ! How did he ardent all her joys reveal, And on her sacred charms enraptur'd dwell!

That love divine, which did his breast inflame,
Inspir'd his tongue, and was his constant theme!
By love he sought the harden'd wretch to charm,
To raise the fearful, and the cold to warm!
But when to Heav'n he rais'd sublime his prayer,
How did his accents strike the listening ear?
Fix'd were all hearts, engag'd was every thought,
And Earth's inferior cares were all forgot!

"Proceed, sad Muse, in private life behold
Contracted, all the wonders thou hast told;
But oh! what equal numbers shall commend,
The husband, father, master, and the friend?
For those who daily saw can fullest tell,
How just he fill'd each character, how well!
How can I think on all his goodness past,
And not indulge a grief must ever last?
When not a day pass'd unimproving by,
But bore some mark of endless charity! [pense,
Bless'd hands! that could to want his wealth dis-
And leave his heirs the care of Providence!
Whose bounty still, with never-ceasing eye,
Has seen their case, and given a kind supply!"
Here rising grief forbid the lay to flow,
And left a silent interval of woe :
Till, venting out in sighs his heavy pain,
The melancholy youth resum'd the strain! [prov'd,
"Thus wise for Heav'n, by conscious Heav'n ap-
Thus meekly good, by all good men belov'd!
How shall the Muse pursue the mournful tale,
And thy misfortunes, and her own reveal?
Who could believe thy life's unequal end,
That thy calm sun should veil'd in shades descend!
That worth like thine should meet returns so hard,
And cold neglect become the last reward
For all thy painful nights and weary days,

-Yet such are ruling Heaven's mysterious ways! "Yet treated thus, unalter'd to the last, This scene of aggravated death he past: All the insulting agony of pain, And griefs to him yet harder to sustain ! Till (soon resolv'd the feeble bands of clay) His soul, unfetter'd, joyful soar'd away, While guardian-seraphs led the trackless flight, And taught him to explore the realms of light! And now before the throne supreme appear'd, With what delight the gladsome sounds he heard? 'Approach from life, thou faithful steward, well done! Faithful to death, receive thy destin'd crown; From all the toils of mortal life releast, Serenely enter on thy master's rest!' - [pains, "There, free from life's low cares, and numerous In endless bliss repos'd he now remains, While I (in life, his first, his tenderest care) Still doom'd, successive, blended griefs to bear, By rude affliction's restless billows tost, A wretched exile on a foreign coast! Must learn the lesson, patient to endure, And wait for death, the last effectual cure. [came, "Thou guardian-power, from whom this being In whom I know I live, and move, and am! Whose kind conducting providential hand Has led my footsteps in a stranger land, Has from a thousand dangers screen'd my head, Whose care has watch'd me, and whose bounty fed! Continue gracious still my ways to guide, And let thy mercy o'er my life preside! From ill restrain me! and from passion save! Aid me in pain! and arm me for the grave: Thro' death's dark vale, conduct me by thy grace, And bring me safe to view the seats of peace! November 22, 1737.

THE ONLY WISH.

FIAT VOLUNTAS TUA!

VAIN restless man! who with presumptuous eye,
Would'st into Heaven's eternal counsels pry;
Would'st measure Wisdom with the line of sense,
And reason arm against Omnipotence!
Inquiring worm! pursue the pathless road,
And try by searching to arrive at God :
For ages on, bewilder'd may'st thou run,
Nor leave the point, where first thy quest begun:
As well the clay might, in the potter's hand,
The reason of its various form demand;

As thou presume to cavil his decree,

Who gave thee first to move, and think, and see!
He still the same, exalted and sublime,

Nor bound by space, nor limited by time,
O'er all commands:with life informs the whole:
Gives different suns to shine, and worlds to roll!
Obedient still, and mindful of their place,
Thro' the immense, their shining rings they trace,
And with united voice proclaim the force, [course!
That spoke their birth, and mark'd their steady
Thee great omniscient omnispective Power!
Thee first and last,-thee only I adore!
Let others, vainly curious in the schools,
Judge of their maker ;-by their narrow rules
Thy essence and thy attributes define,
To love, to serve, to worship thee be mine!
Thy laws to follow, and thy voice to hear,
And with submissive awe thy ways revere !
Dispose then, Lord, of this devoted frame,
The creature from thy forming fiat came!
Pleas'd I obey!-since best thou only knows
How to proportion what thy hand bestows;
And let my wishes all conspire in one,
"In Earth, as Heaven, thy will supreme be done!”

THE COMPLAINT.

Quid facies illi! jubeas miserum esse libenter.
Hor.
WHERE'ER my solitary steps I bend,
In vain the orphan seeks to find a friend!
By dangers compass'd round, I trembling go,
Mankind my hunters, and the world my foe!
All fly the infection of a heart distrest,
As the blown deer's deserted by the rest;
By fortune weary'd, and by grief dismay'd,
To thee Almighty King! I fly for aid!
All gracious Power! attend my suppliant prayer!
Or ease my woes, or teach me how to bear;
Support my sufferings, vindicate my wrongs!
And save me from the aspic gall of tongues!
To thee my panting heart for shelter flies,
And waits that mercy which mankind denies!
Oh let thy light my fainting soul inform,
Thy goodness guide me thro' the threat'uing storm!
Oh let thy heavenly beam my darkness cheer!
Thy guardian hand my dubious passage steer!
Then let the tempest rage!-and round my head
Affliction all its angry billows spread!
Thy presence, Lord, shall calm my anxious breast,
And lead me safe to everlasting rest!

So fares it with the vessel tempest-tost,
Her mast all shatter'd, and her anchor lost,
Abandon'd on some wild uncertain coast!
While the loud surges mark the fatal shore,
And o'er their heads the awful thunders roar;

Sudden the lightning gilds the gloomy sky,
And shows some friendly creek or harbour nigh,
Bold with the kind embracing coast they steer,
And find their safety where they plac'd their fear.

STANZAS TO A CANDLE.

THOU glimm'ring taper! by whose feeble ray
In thoughtful solitude the night I waste!
How do'st thou warn me by thy swift decay,
That equal to oblivion both we haste?
The vital oil, that should our strength supply,
Consuming wastes, and bid us learn to die.
Touch'd by my hand, thy swift reviving light
With new-gain'd force again is taught to glow!
So, rising from surrounding troubles bright,

My conscious soul begins herself to know:
And, from the ills of life emerging forth,
Learns the just standard of her native worth.
But see in mists thy fading lustre veil'd,

Around thy head the dusky vapours play;
So by opposing fortune's clouds conceal'd,
In vain to force a passage I essay:

While round me, gathering thick, they daily spread,
And living, I am number'd with the dead!

But now thy flame diminish'd quick subsides,
Too sure a presage that thy date is run;

Alike I feel my life's decreasing tides,

Soon will like thine my transient blaze be gone! Instructive emblem!-how our fates agree!

I haste to darkness, and resemble thee.

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See how the spoils of death around are spread,
Think as you walk, what treacherous ground you
The mother-earth, that mixes now with me, [tread!
Next moment may reclaim it's share in thee!
A smoke! a flower! a shadow! and a breath!
Are real things compar'd with life and death:
Like bubbles on the stream of time we pass,
Swell, burst, and mingle with the common mass!
Then, oh reflect! ere fate unheeded come,
And snatch this lesson from the vocal tomb!
Known in thy conduct, fix'd upon thy mind,
"The love of God, and welfare of mankind."
Then when old nature shall to ruin turn,
Heav'n melt with heat, and earth dissolving burn!
Amidst the flame inscrib'd, this truth shall shine,
Its force immortal, and its work divine !

D.O.M.

RESURRECTIONEM.JUSTORUM.

HIC.JUXTA. EXPECTAT.QUOD MORTALE. MAKET. VIRI.VERE.INCULPABILIS.

JOSEPHI BOYSE, V.D.M2.

QUI

PIETATE.SINCEBA.CANDORE.ILLIBATA.

INGENIO. SUAVI.

MORIBUSQUE. INTEGRITATE.ORNATIS.
VIRTUTIS ET. PIETATIS.
DECUS.ET.EXEMPLAR.ELUXIT.

VERITATIS.CULTOR. PACIS.AMICUS. LIBERTATIS.ET.CIVILIS. ET ECCLESIASTICE.

ASSERTOR.SEMPER. FIDELIS.

NEC. MOROSE.GRAVIS. NEC SUPERBE DOCTUS. EGENUS. DUMMODO.VIVERET.

PRESENS.ASYLUM

EGENUS.IPSE. MORITUR.

OFFICIO.ENIM. PASTORALI.PRIMEVA.

SIMPLICITATE.ET.DILIGENTIA.

FUNCTUS.PER.ANNOS. XLV. TANDEM-PIIS.

ET.FERE.PERPETUIS.LABORIBUS.

SENECTUTE. INGRAVESCENTE.

CONFRACTUS.

ANIMA.E.CORPORIS, INVALIDI.FRAGILI.

ERGASTULO. FELICITER,SOLUTA.

IN. COELESTEM.BEATORUM. CATUM.ADSCRIPTA,

QUIBV IT.

DIE. NOVEMBRIS. 22. ANNO. SALUTIS. 1728.

ÆTATIS.VERO.LXVIII.

OPTIMIS.ET.CARISSIMIS. PARENTIBUS.
FILIUS.UNICUS. FAMILIE.SU Æ.SOLUS.

INFELICISSIME. SUPERSTES. HOC.DOLORIS.ET.PIETATIS. MONUMENTUM

L.M.P.
MORS.JANUA.VITE.

2 The author's father.

Printed by C. Whittingham, Goswell Street, London.

END OF VOL XIV.

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