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TO A FRIEND'S INVITATION.

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We may

read of the “ Desmonds”-a tale of romance,*

And blush for the profligate " Ninonsof France.f
But our old English manners, still coy and retir'd,
By her cup of enchantment remain uninspir'd;
Yet one friendly hint, my old comrade ! receive,
Or too late for past moments you vainly will grieve;
Seize !-seize !-ere it flies, all that health can afford,
And adorn with fresh flowers-Hospitality's board ;
Indugle the caprices of Taste and “ Virtu,
And each varied amusement discreetly pursue.
For unite the acquirements of
To the high-finish'd manners of Britain's fam’d heir ;
The wealth of a Russell—the learning of Parr,

or

With the laurels encircling a Wellington's car ;
In the gay festive banquet, or joys of the chase,
'Midst the objects of folly, we count and embrace ;

* The once celebrated Countess of Desmond, who lived in four reigns, and died, it is recorded, at the age of one hundred and thirty. † Ninon D'Enclos.

The late George the Fourth supposed to be the best-bred man in Europe ; and to posess—" cet heureux don de plaire, quis mieux que la virtu ; sait

regners sur les cours."

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LINES IN REPLY TO A FRIEND'S INVITATION.

The ebon-wing'd tyrant proclaims with a frown,
Unawed by the Coronet, Mitre, or Crown;
Your part must soon finish on Life's busy scene,
And “ Tempus abire" sighs Pleasure's fair Queen.

ADDRESSED TO A YOUTHFUL RELATION,

UPON

WESTALL'S PICTURE OF QUEEN JUDITH RELATING TO ALFRED

THE DEEDS OF HIS SAXON ANCESTORS.

“ At potiores
“ Herculis ærumnas credit; sævosque labores,
“ Et Venere, et cænis, et plumis Sardanapoli.”

Juvenal.

“ By fairy hands their knell is rung,
• By fairy forms their dirge is sung ;
“ While Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay ;
“ And Freedom shall awhile repair,
“ To dwell a weeping Hermit there.”

Collins.

The height now gain’d of Youth's exulting morn,
Each act of meanness-held in manly scorn;

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LINES ADDRESSED

From College-lore, and all restraint now free,

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Launch’d, dear on Life's tempestuous sea ;
Let the still voice of conscience ever guide,
While truth and honour o’er each thought preside ;

Let the gay comrade join the steady friend,

And firm discretion, with good humour blend;
Should pride or falsehood their advice intrude,
Or vanity display her selfish brood ;
Should fashion tempt you to the gamester's life,
(Scene of vicissitude-remorse and strife ;)

Avoid the councils that will ever bring,

The bitter anguish of a serpent's sting.
No gloomy Monk with hypocritic lour,
Would blight the sunshine of your happiest hour;
Enjoy each blessing Providence bestows,
Join the fair throng, and crop the vernal rose;
Yet ne'er be tempted from your parent's side,
Tho' “ Summer friends” that shelter may deride ;
In all your objects, they an interest take,
Nor 'ere from envy, or caprice forsake;
When future life displays her ample choice,
And loud ambition elevates her voice,

TO A YOUTHFUL RELATION.

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If dull retirement can possess no charms,

Or you prefer the nobler din of arms;
Mark Judith chaunting to her youthful son,
Of all the trophies Saxon heroes won ;
Of former chieftains whose triumphant fall,

Secur'd their welcome in fierce Odin's hall;

Our greatest Monarch then in early prime,
With Life's warm current yet unchilld by Time;
In arts and arms, alike to shine, aspires,

(As some gay vision all his bosom fires ;)

He calms each horror of intestine war,

Hails thro’ the storm, Britannia’s rising star ;
Matures in silence his immortal law,*

(Bulwark of virtue, as of guilt the awe ;) And proves the source whence noblest actions spring, In that great character-a Patriot King.-And say to whom his once lov'd Albion yields, « On stormy oceans, or in fighting fields ?From the proud battles, gallant Marlbro' won, (Inferior only to Hamilcar's son :)

* Trial by Jury.

VOL. II.

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