: B. II. Ode X. Stanza V.] During Mr. Pope's war with Theobald, Concanen, and the rest of their tribe, Mr. Warburton, the prefent Lord Bishop of Glou→ cefter, did with great zeal cultivate their friendship; having been introduced, forfooth, at the meetings of that refpectable confederacy: a favour which he after wards fpoke of in very high terms of complacency and thankfulness. At the fame time in his intercourse with them he treated Mr. Pope in a moft contemptuous manner, and as a writer without genius. Of the truth of these affertions his Lordship can have no doubt, if he recollects his own correfpondence with Concanen; a part of which is ftill in being, and will probably be remembered as long as any of this prelate's writings.

B. II. Ode XIII. In the year 1751 appeared a very fplendid edition, in quarto, of "Memoires pour " fervir à l' Hiftoire de la Maifon de Brandebourg, à. "Berlin & à la Haye;" with a privilege figned FREDERIC; the fame being engraved in imitation of handwriting. In this edition, among other extraordinary. paffages, are the two following, to which the third stanza of this ode more particularly refers:

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Page 163.] Il fe fit une migration" (the author is speaking of what happened of the revocation of the edict of Nantes) "dont on n'avoit guere vu d'exemples "dans l'hiftorie: un peuple entier fortit du royaume par l'efprit de parti en haine du pape, & pour rece"voir fous un autre ciel la communion fous les deux efpeces quatre cens mille ames s'expatrierent ainfi

I 2

& aban

& abandonnerent tous leur biens pour detonner dans "d'autres temples les vieux pfeaumes de Clement "Marot."

Page 242.] "La crainte donna le jour à la credulité, " & l'amour propre interessa bientot le ciel au deftin des " hommes."

HYMN

THE Nymphs, who prefide over fprings and rivulets, are addressed at day-break, in honor of their feveral functions, and of the relations which they bear to the natural and to the moral world.. Their origin is deduced from the firft allegorical deities, or powers of nature; according to the doctrine of the old mythological poets, concerning the generation of the gods and the rise of things. They are then fucceffively confidered, as giving motion to the air and exeiting fummer-breezes; as nourishing and beautifying the vegetable creation; as contributing to the fullness of navigable rivers, and confequently to the maintenance of commerce; and by that means, to the maritime part of military power. Next is reprefented their favourable influence upon health, when affifted by rural exercife: which introduces their connection with the art of phyfic, and the happy effects of mineral medicinal fprings. Laftly, they

are celebrated for the friendship which the Mufes bear them, and for the true infpiration which temperance only can receive: in oppofition to the enthufiafm of the more licentious poets.

O'

'ER yonder eaftern hill the twilight pale

Walks forth from darknefs; and the God of day, With bright Aftræa feated by his fide,

Waits yet to leave the ocean. Tarry, Nymphs,
Ye Nymphs, ye blue-ey'd progeny of Thames,
Who now the mazes of this rugged heath

Trace with your fleeting fteps; who all night long
Repeat, amid the cool and tranquil air,
Your lonely murmurs, tarry: and receive
My offer'd lay. To pay you homage due,
I leave the gates of fleep; nor fhall my lyre
Too far into the fplendid hours of morn
Engage your audience: my

obfervant hand
Shall clofe the ftrain ere any fultry beam
Approach you. To your fubterranean haunts
Ye then may timely steal; to pace with care
The humid fands; to loofen from the foil
The bubbling fources; to direct the rills
To meet in wider channels; or beneath
Some grotto's dripping arch, at height of noon
To flumber, fhelter'd from the burning heaven.
"Where shall my fong begin, ye Nymphs? or end?
Wide is your praise and copious-First of things,
First of the lonely powers, ere Time arose,

Were

Love the fire of Fate;

Elder than Chaos.

Born of Fate was Time,

Were love and Chaos.

Who many

fons and many comely births

Devour'd, relentless father: till the child
Of Rhea drove him from the upper sky,

And quell'd his deadly might. Then focial reign'd
The kindred powers, Tethys, and reverend Ops,
And spotless Vesta; while fupreme of fway
Remain'd the cloud-compeller. From the couch.
Of Tethys fprang the fedgy crowned race,
Who from a thoufand urns, o'er every clime,
Send tribute to their parent and from them.
O Naiads: Arethufa fair,

Are ye,

And tuneful Aganippe; that sweet name,
Bandufia; that foft family which dwelt
With Syrian Daphne; and the honor'd tribes
Belov'd of Pæon. Liften to my strain,

Daughters of Tethys liften to your praise.

You, Nymphs the winged offspring, which of old Aurora to divine Aftræus bore,

Owns ; and your aid befeecheth. When the might
Of Hyperion, from his noontide throne,
Unbends their languid pinions, aid from you
They afk: Favonius and the mild South-weft
From you relief implore. Your fallying streams
Fresh vigour to their weary wings impart.
Again they fly, difporting; from the mead
Half ripen'd and the tender blades of corn,
To fweep the noxious mildew; or difpel
Contagious fteams, which oft the parched earth
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Breathes