Darkness the skies had mantled o'er On borrow'd wheels away she flies, That night except her own. Had known their sovereign come. Pleased she beheld, aloft portray'd On many a splendid wall, Emblems of health and heavenly aid, And George the theme of all. Unlike the enigmatic line, Which shook Belshazzar at his wine Soon watery grew her eyes and dim, It was a scene in every part But other magic there, she knew, Had been exerted none. To raise such wonders in her view, Save love of George alone. That cordial thought her spirit cheer d, And, through the cumbrous throng, Not else unworthy to be fear'd, Convey'd her calm along. So, ancient poets say, serene The sea-maid rides the waves, And fearless of the billowy scene Her peaceful bosom laves. With more than astronomic eyes She view'd the sparkling show; One Georgian star adorns the skies, She myriads found below. Yet let the glories of a night THE COCK-FIGHTER'S GARLAND.* For his sake into scorn, *Written on reading the following in the obituary of the Gentleman's Magazine for April, 1789.-" At Tottenham, John Ardesoif, Esq., a young man of large fortune, and in the splendor of his carriages and horses rivalled by few country gentlemen. His table was that of hospitality, where, it may be said, he sacrificed too much to conviviality; but, if he had his foibles he had his merits also, that far outweighed them. Mr. A. was very fond of cork-fighting, and had a favorite cock, upon which he had won many profitable matches. The last bet he laid Nor speak the school from which he drew The much or little that he knew, Nor place where he was born. That such a man once was, may seem This man (for since the howling wild In social talk and ready jest, Can such be cruel? Such can be With barbarous sports, whose fell delight One feather'd champion he possess'd, It chanced at last, when on a day, He doom'd his favorite dead. He seized him fast, and from the pit That can be shall be sunkLed by the sufferer's screams aright His shock'd companions view the sight, And him with fury drunk. upon this cock he lost; which so enraged him, that he had the bird tied to a spit and roasted alive before a large fire. The screams of the miserable animal were so affecting, that some gentlemen who were present attempted to interfere, which so enraged Mr. A., that he seized a poker, and with the most furious vehemence declared, that he would kill the first man who interposed; but, in the midst of his passionate asseverations, he fell down dead upon the spot. Such, we are assured, were the cir cumstances which attended the death of this great pillar of humanity." And in thy minikin and embryo state, To him who sent thee! and success, as oft To pay with tuneful thanks the care And kindness of a lady fair, Who deigns to deck his bed. A bed like this. in ancient time, (As Homer's epic shows) Composed of sweetest vernal flowers, Without the aid of sun or showers, For Jove and Juno rose. Less beautiful, however gay, What labors of the loom I see ! And oh, what havoc would ensue ! This bright display of every hue All in a moment filed! As if a storm should strip the bowers Thanks then to every gentle fair Who will not come to peck me bare As bird of borrow'd feather, And thanks to one above them all, The gentle fair of Pertenhall, Who put the whole together. August, 1790. IN MEMORY OF THE LATE JOHN THORNTON, ESQ. POETS attempt the noblest task they can, Praising the author of all good in man, And, next. commemorating worthies lost, The dead in whom that good abounded most. Thee, therefore, of commercial fame, but more Famed for thy probity from shore to shore, Thee, Thornton! worthy in some page to shine, As honest and more eloquent than mine, I mourn; or, since thrice happy thou must be, The world, no longer thy abode, not thee. Thee to deplore were grief misspent indeed; It were to weep that goodness has its meed, That there is bliss prepared in yonder sky, And glory for the virtuous when they die. What pleasure can the miser's fondled hoard Or spendthrift's prodigal excess afford, Sweet as the privilege of healing woe By virtue suffer'd combating below? [means That privilege was thine; Heaven gave thee To illumine with delight the saddest scenes, Till thy appearance chased the gloom, forlorn As midnight, and despairing of a morn. Thou hadst an industry in doing good, Restless as his who toils and sweats for food; Avarice in thee was the desire of wealth By rust unperishable or by stealth, And if the genuine worth of gold depend On application to its noblest end, Thine had a value in the scales of Heaven THE FOUR AGES. (A BRIEF FRAGMENT OF AN EXTENSIVE PROJECTED POEM.) "I COULD be well content, allowed the use Thus, while grey evening lull'd the wind, and call'd Fresh odors from the shrubbery at my side, Taking my lonely winding walk, I mused, And held accustom'd conference with my heart; When from within it thus a voice replied: "Couldst thou in truth? and art thou taught at length This wisdom, and but this, from all the past? I heard, and acquiesced: then to and fro To unriddle, and have left them mysteries still It is an evil incident to man, And of the worst, that unexplored he leaves May, 1791. THE RETIRED CAT.* A POET'S CAT, sedate and grave, Or else she learn'd it of her master. But love of change, it seems, has place Was cold and comfortless within: A drawer, it chanced, at bottom lined With linen of the softest kind, With such as merchants introduce From India, for the ladies' use, A drawer impending o'er the rest, Half open in the topmost chest, Of depth enough, and none to spare, Invited her to slumber there; Puss with delight beyond expression, Survey'd the scene and took possession. Recumbent at her ease. ere long, And lull'd by her own humdrum song, She left the cares of life behind, And slept as she would sleep her last, When in came, housewifely inclined, The cha.nbermaid, and shut it fast; By no malignity impell'd, But all unconscious whom it held. Awaken'd by the shock (cried Puss) "Was ever cat attended thus? The open drawer was left, I see, Merely to prove a nest for me, For soon as I was well composed, Then came the maid, and it was closed. *Cowper's partiality to animals is well known. Lady Hesketh, in one of her letters, states, "that he had, at one ime, five rabbits, three hares, two guinea-pigs, a magpie, a jay, and a starling; besides two goldfinches, two canary birds, and two dogs. It is amazing how the three .hares can find room to gambol and frolic (as they certainly do) in his small parlor:" and she adds, "I forgot to enumerate a squirrel, which he had at the same time, and which used to play with one of the hares continually. One evening, the cat giving one of the hares a sound box on the ear, the hare ran after her, and, having caught her, punished her by drumming on her back with her two feet as hard as drun-sticks, till the creature would have actually been killed, had not Mrs. Unwin rescued her." How smooth these 'kerchiefs, and how sweet I will resign myself to rest The evening came, the sun descended, And Puss remain'd still unattended. The night roll'd tardily away, (With her indeed 'twas never day,) The sprightly morn her course renew'd, The evening grey again ensued, And puss came into mind no more Than if entomb'd the day before. With hunger pinch'd, and pinch'd for room. She now presaged approaching doom, Nor slept a wink or purr'd, Conscious of jeopardy incurr'd. That night, by chance, the poet watching, Heard an inexplicable scratching; His noble heart went pit-a-pat, And to himself he said-" What's that?" He drew the curtain at his side, And forth he peep'd, but nothing spied. Yet, by his ear directed, guess'd Something imprison'd in the chest, And doubtful what, with prudent care Resolved it should continue there. At length a voice which well he knew, A long and melancholy mew, Saluting his poetic ears, Consoled him and dispell'd his fears: He left his bed, he trod the floor, He 'gan in haste the drawers explore, The lowest first, and without stop The rest in order to the top. For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right. Forth skipp'd the cat, not now replete As erst, with airy self-conceit, Nor in her own fond apprehension A theme for all the world's attention, But modest, sober, cured of all Her notions hyperbolical, And wishing for a place of rest Anything rather than a chest. Then stepp'd the poet into bed With this reflection in his head : MORAL. Beware of too sublime a cust Of your own worth and consequence: The man who dreams himself so great, And his importance of such weight, That all around, in all that's done, Must move and act for him alone, Will learn in school of tribulation The folly of his expectation. 1791. THE JUDGMENT OF THE POETS. Two nymphs, both nearly of an age, Of numerous charms possess'd, The worth of each had been complete Had both alike been mild. YARDLEY OAK.* SURVIVOR Sole, and hardly such, of all Thou wast a bauble once, a cup and ball [jay *This tree had been known by the name of Judith for many ages. Perhaps it received that name on being planted by the Countess Judith, niece to the Conqueror, whom he gave in marriage to the English Earl Waltheof, with the counties of Northampton and Huntingdon as her dower.-'ide Letters, p. 301. But fate thy growth decreed; autumnal rains Beneath thy parent tree mellow'd the soil Design'd thy cradle; and a skipping deer, With pointed hoof dibbling the glebe, prepared The soft receptacle, in which, secure, Thy rudiments should sleep the winter through Thou fell'st mature; and, in the loamy clod As in Dodona once thy kindred trees By thee I might correct, erroneous oft, And time hath made thee what thou art-a cave For owls to roost in. Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign; and the numerous flocks That grazed it stood beneath that ample cope While thus through all the stages thou hast Of treeship-first, a seedling, hid in grass; Then twig; then sapling; and. as century roll'd Slow after century, a giant bulk Of girth enormous. with moss-cushion'd root, Upheaved above the soil, and sides emboss'd With prominent wens globose-till at the last The rottenness which time is charged to inflict On other mighty ones. found also thee. What exhibitions various hath the world Witness'd of mutability in all That we account most durable below? Change is the diet on which all subsist, Created changeable, and change at last, Destroys them. Skies uncertain now the heat Transmitting cloudless and the solar beam Now quenching in a boundless sea of cloudsCalm and alternate storm inoisture, and drought, Invigorate by turns the springs of life In all that live, plant, animal, and man, And in conclusion mar them. Nature's threads Fine passing thought, e'en in their coarsest works Delight in agitation yet sustain The force that agitates not unimpair'd; But worn by frequent impulse to the cause Of their best tone their dissolution owe. Thought cannot spend itself. comparing still The great and little of thy lot thy growth From almost nullity into a state Of matchless grandeur and declension thence, |