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Where now Rafinus, scandalously great,

No brics bis growing appetite can sate; Loads labouring nations with oppressive weight; For new possessions new desires crcate. Keeps the obsequious world depending still No sense of shaine, no modesty, restrains, On the proud dictates of his lawless will;

Where Avarice or where Ambition reigns. Advances those, whose fierce and factious zeal When with strict oaths his proffer'd faith he binds, Prompts ever to resist, and to rebel;

False are his vows, and treacherous his designs. But those impeaches, who their prince commend, Now, should a patriot rise, his power oppose, Who, dauntless, dare bis sucred rights defend; Should he assert a sinking nation's cause, Expounds small riots into highest crimes,

He stirs a vengeance nothing can control, Brands loyalty as treason to the times.

Such is the rancour of his haughty soul; An haughty minion, mad with empire grown, Fell as a lioness in Libya's plain, Enslaves the subjects, and insults the throne. When torturd with the javelin's pointed pain; A thousand disemboguing rivers pay

Or a spurn'd serpent, as she shoots aloug, Their everlasting homage to the sea;

With lightning in her eyes, and poison in her The Nile, the Rhine, the Danube, and the Thames, Nor will those families eraz'd suffice; (tongu. Pour constant down their tributary streams: But provinces and cities he destroys: But yet the sea confesses no increase,

Urg'd on with blind revenge and settled hate, For all is swallow'd in the deep abyss.

He labours the confusion of the state ; In craving, still Rufinus' soul remains,

Subverts the nation's old-establish'd frame, Though fed with showers of gold, and foods of Explodes her laws, and tramples on her fame. gains;

If e'er in mercy he pretends to save For he despoils and ravages the land,

A man, pursu'd by Faction, from the grave; No state is free from his rapacious hand; Then he invents new punishments, new pains, Treasures immense he hoards; erects a tower, Condeinns to silence, and from truth restrains'; To lodge the plunderd world's collected store : Then racks and pillories, and bonds and bars, Unmeasur'd is his wealth, unbounded is his power. Then ruin and impeachments he prepares.

Oh! whither would'st thou rove, mistaken man? dreadiul mercy! more than Death severe! Vain are thy hopes, thy acquisitions vain: That doubly tortures whom it seems to spare! For now, suppose thy varice possess'd

All seem enslar'd, all bow to him alone; Of all the splendour of the glittering East, Nor dare their hate their just resentments own; Of Croesus' mass of wealth, of Cyrus' crown, But inward grieve, their sighs and pangs confin'd, Suppose the ocean's treasure all thy own;

Which with convulsive sorrow tear the mind. Still would thy soul repine, still ask for more, Envy is mutt-'tis treason to disclose Unblest with plenty, with abundance poor. The baneful source of their eternal woes. Fabricius, in himself, in virtue great,

But Stilico's superior soul appears
Disdaind a monarch's bribe, despis'd his state. Unslock'd, unmov'd, by base ignoble fears.
Serranus, as he grac'd the consul's chair,

He is the polar star, directs the state,
So could he guide the plough's laborious share. When parties rage, and public tempests beat;
The fam'd, the warlike, Curii deign'd to dwell He is the safe retreat, the sweet repose,
In a poor lonely cot and hunble cell.

Can south and calm atBicted Virtue's woes;
Such a retreat to me's more glorious far,

He is the solid, firm, unshaken force, Than all thy pomp, than all thy triumphs are: That only knows to stem th’invader's course. Give me my solitary native home,

So when a river, sweil'd with winter's rains, Take thou thy rising tower, thy lofty dome; The liinits of its wonted shore disdains; Though there thy furniture of radiant dye Bridges, and stones, and trees, in vain oppose; Abstracts and ravishes the curious eye;

With unresisted rage the torrent flows:
Though each apartment, every spacious room, But as it, rolling, meets a mighty rock,
Shines with the glories of the Tyrian loon; Whose fix'd foundations can repel the shock,
Yet here I view a more delightful scene,

Elided surges roar in eddies round,
Where Nature's freshest bloom and beauties reign; | The rock, unmou'd, reverberates the sound.
Where the warm Zephyr's genial balmy wing,
Playing, diffuses an eternal spring:
Though there thy lewd lascivious limbs are laid
On a rich downy couch, or golden bed :

Yet here, extended on the flowery grass,
More free from care, my guiltless hours I pass :

Though there thy sycophanis, a servile race,
Cringe at thy levees, and resound thy praise;

Translated from the original of Æsop, written two Yet bere a marmuring stream, or warbling bird,

thousand years since, and now rendered in faTo me does sweeter harmony afford.

miliar verse by H. G. L. Mag. Nature on all the power of bliss bestows, Which from her bounteous source perpetual flows. Good precepts and true gold are more valuable But he alone with happiness is blest,

for their antiquity. And here l present my good Who knows to use it rightly when possest : A doctrine, if well poiz'd in Reason's scale,

1 Alluding to the sentence then recently passed Nor luxury nor want would thus prevail;

on Dr. Sacheverell, for whoin our author was a Nor would our fleets so frequent plough the main, professed advocate. N. Nor our embattied armies strew the plain.

The political moral of this little apologue is too But, oh! Rufinus is to reason blind!

evident to nedd any other comment, than barely A strange hydropic thirst infiames his mind, mentioning that the lady was queen Anne; desir


reader with one, delivered by the first founder of They soon obey'd, and chopt him meat, mythology, Æsop himself. Maximus Planudes Gave him whatever he would eat; takes notice of it, as a very excellent part of his The lady care herself did take, production; and Phædrus, Camerarius, and others, Aud made a nest for Robin's sake : seem to agree, that his Eagle, and five others not But he perkt up into her chair, yet translated, are equal to any of his that are In which he plenteously did fare, handed down to us. Though Mr. Ogleby and sir Assuming quite another air. Roger L'Estrange had the unhappiness to be unac The neighbours thought, wheu this they spyd, quainted with them, yet I had the good fortune to The world well mended on his side. discover them by the removal of my old library, With well-tun'd throat he whistled long, which has made me amends for the trouble of And every body lik'd his song. getting to where I now teach. They were written, “ At last,” said they,“ this little thing or dictated at least, by Æsop, in the fifty-fourth Will kill itself, so long to sing; Olympiad : and though I designed them chiefly We'll closet him among the rest for the use of my school, (this being translated by Of those my lady loves the best.” a youth designed for a Greek professor) yet no They little thought, that saw him come, man is so wise as not to need instruction, aye, and That Robins were so quarrelsome: by the way of fable too; since the holy scriptures

The door they open'd, in he pops, themselves, the best instructors, teach us by way

And to the highest perch he hops; of parable, symbol, image, and figure; and David The party-colourd birds he chose, was more moved with Nathan's “Thou art the The gold-finches, and such as those; man,” than all the most rigid lectures in the world With them he'd peck, and bill, and feed, would have done. Whoever will be at the trouble And very well (at times) agreed : of comparing this version with the original, let Canary-birds were his delight, them begin at the tenth line, and they will find it With them he'd téte-à-tête all night; metaphrastically done, verbum verbo, as the best But the brown linnets went to pot, way of justice to the author. Those that are mere He kill'd them all upon the spot. adorers of finos dóyos will not be angry that it is in The servants were employ'd each day, this sort of metre, for which I gave leave, the lad

Instead of work, to part some fray, having a turn to this sort of measure, which is And wish'd the aukward fellow curst pleasant and agreeable, though not lofty. For my That brought him to my lady first. own part, I concur with my master Aristotle, that At last they all resolv'd upon't, ρυθμός και αρμονία are very far from being unneces Some way to tell my lady on't. sary or unpleasant. May this be of use to thee; Meanwhile he'ad had a noble swing, and it will please thine in all good wishes.

And rul'd just like the Gallic king;

Having kill'd or wounded all,

Unless the Eagle in the hall;
With whom he durst but only jar,
He being the very soul of war,

But hated him for his desert,

And bore him malice at his heart,

This Eagle was my lady's pride, A LADY liv'd in former days,

The guardian safety of her side: That well deserv'd the utmost praise;

He often brought home foreign prey, For greatness, birth, and justice fam'd,

Which humbly at her feet he lay. And every virtue could be nam'd;

Por colour, pinions, and stature, Which made her course of life so even,

The fairest workmanship of Nature; That she's a saint (if dead) in Heaven,

'Twould do one good to see him move, This lady had a little seat

So full of grandeur, grace, and love : Just like a palace, 'twas so neat,

He was indeed a bird for Jove.
From aught (but goodness) her retreat.

He soar'd aloft in Brucum's field,
One morning, in her giving way,

And thousand kites and vultures kill'd;
As was her custom every day,

Which made him dear to all that few, To cheer the poor, the sick, and cold,

Unless to Robin and his crew. Or with apparel, food, or gold,

One day poor Bob, puff'd up with pride, There came a gazing stranger by,

Thinking the combat to abide,
On whom she quickly cast an eye.

A goose-quill on for weapon tyd,
The man, admiring, made a stand;

Knowing by use, that, now and then, . He had a bird upon his hand :

A sword less hurt does than a pen. “ What's that,” says she, “ that bangs its head,

As for example-What at home Sinking and faint? 'Tis almost dead.”

You've well contriv'd to do at Rome, Madam, a red-breast that I found,

A pen blows up-before you come. By this wet season almost drown'd.”

You are suppos'd to undermine “Oh! bring him in, and keep him warm; The foemin some immense design. Robins do never any harm."

A pen can bite you with a line;

There's forty ways to give a sign. ing the reader to recollect the change which she Well-all on fire away he stalk'd, made in her ministry in 1709, the year in which Till come to where the Eagle walk'd. this poem was written; and referring to Rufinus. Bub did not shill-I shall-I go, N.

Nor said one word of friend or foe;

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But flirting at him made a blow,

They made with hurry towards the lakes; As game-cocks with their gauntlets do.

And he his pinions o'er them shakes. At which the eagle gracefully

They had not (with such horrour fill'd) Cast a disdaining, sparkling eye;

The courage to let one be kill'd: As who should say-What's this, a fly?

They fled, and left no foe behind, But no revenge at all did take,

Unless it were the fleeting wind: He spard him for their lady's sake,

Only-a man by water took Who ponder'd these things in her mind,

Two fine young merlins and a rook. And took the conduct of the eagle kind.

The family had now repose : Upon reflection now~-to show

But with the Sun the Eagle rose; What harm the least of things may do,

Th’imperial bird pursu'd the foe, Mad Robin, with his cursed flirt,

More toil than rest inur'd to know. One of the eagle's Jeyes had hurt;

He wing'd his way to Latian land, Inflam'd it, made it red and sore:

Where first was hatch'd this murdering band; But the affront infiam'd it more.

He darted death where'er he came, Oh, how the family did tear!

Some of them dying at his name. To fire the house, could scarce forbear:

Their mighty foem-a fatal pledge, With scoru, not pain, the eagle fir'd,

Their bowels tore through every hedge : Murmur'd disdain, and so retird.

They flutter, shriek, and caw, and hiss, Robin, to offer some relief,

Their strength decays, and fears increase : Io words like these would heal their grief:

But most the chevaliers the geese. Should th’Eagle die (which Heaven So many slaughter'd fowl there was, forbid !)

Their carcases block'd-up the ways; We ought some other to provide.

The rest he drove, half spent, pell-inell, I do not say that any now

Quite to the walls of Pontifell. Are fit, but in a year or two:

Robin at home, though mad to hear And should this mighty warrior fall,

He should so conquer every where,
They should not want a general.”

Expostulated thus with fear:
As men have long observ'd, that one

“ Ungrateful I, that so have stirr'd Misfortune seldom comes alone;

Against this generous, noble bird, Just in the moment this was done,

Wast thou not first by him preferr'd!” Ten thousand foes in sight were come:

Let's leave him in his gall to burn, Vultures, and kites, and birds of prey,

And back to Pontifell return. In flocks so thick--they darken'd day.

There some to chimney-tops aspire, A long-concerted force and strong,

To turrets some that could fly higher ; Vermin of all kinds made the throng ;

Some 'bove a hundred miles were gone, Foxes were in the faction join'd,

To roost them at Byzantium.
Who waited their approach to ground.

Alas! in vain was their pretence,
By every hand, from common fame,

He broke through all their strong defence: The frightful face of danger came.

Down went their fences, wires, and all ;
One cries, “ What help now—who can tell? Perches and birds together fall.
I'm glad the Eagle's here, and well!"

None hop'd his power to withstand,
Another out of breath with fear,

But gave the nest to his command: Says, “Thousands more near sea appear ;

They told him of ten thousand more, They'll swop our chicken from the door;

In flocks along the Ganges' shore, We never were so set before :

Safe in their furrows, free from trouble, We're glad the Eagle will forget,

Like partridges among the stubble.
And the invaders kill or beat.”

He spreads himself, and cuts the air,
Reservd and great, his noble mind,

And steady flight soon brought him there, Above all pretty things inclin'd,

Lord, how deceiv'd and vex'd he was ! Abhorr'd the thoughts of any thing,

To find they were but meer jackdaws. But what his lady's peace could bring :

A hundred thousand all in light, Who bless'd him first, and bade him do

They all could chatter, not one fight. As he was wont, and beat the foe.

“I'll deal by them as is their due : Burning and restless as the Sun,

Shough !” cry'd the cagle; off they flew. Until this willing work was done;

His flashing eye their hearts confounds, He whets his talons, stretch'd his wings,

Though by their flight secure from wounds, His lightning darts, and terrour fings;

Which was a signal, fatal baulk Towers with a flight into the sky,

To a late swift Italian bawk. These million monsters to descry,

The Eagle would no rest afford, Prepard to conquer, or to die.

Till he had sent my lady word; The party, that so far was come,

Who when she heard the dear surprise, Thought not the eagle was at home:

Wonder and joy stood in her eyes. To fame and danger us'd in field,

“ My faithful Eagle, bast thou then They knew he'd quickly make them yield: My mortal foes destroy'd again? But, on assurance he was near,

Return, return, and on me wait; locumber'd, faint, and dead with fear,

Be thou the guardian of my gate;

Thee and thy friends are worth my care, 3 Oplaap, amongst the Greeks, signifies " Ho. Thy foes (if any such there are) nour as tender as the eye." KING,

Shall my avenging anger share.”

So-lest new ills should intervene,

Where Rohin soon began to sing She turn'd the Robin out again.

Such songs as made the house to ring; The Samians now, in vast delight,

He sung the loss and death of sheep, Bless the good larly day and night;

In notes that made the lady weep : Wish that her life might ne'er be done,

How for his charge the dog unfit, But everlasting as the Sun.

Took part with foes, and shepherds bit; The Eagle high again did soar;

Ev'n from his birth he did him trace, The lady was disturb'd no more,

And show him cur of shabby race;
But all things flourish'd as before.

The first by wandering beggars fed,
His sire, advanc'd, turn'd spit for bread;
Himself each trust had still abus'd ;
To steal what he should guard, was us'd

From puppy: known wbere-e'er he came ROBIN RED BREAST, WITH THE BEASTS, Both vile and base, and void of shame.

The cat be sung, that none could match AN OLD CAT'S PROPHECY;

For venom'd spite, or cruel scratch;

That from a witch transform'd she came, Taken out of an old copy of verses supposed to be written by John Lidgate, a monk of Bury.

Who kitten'd three of equal fame :

This first, one dead, of tabby fur ONE that had in her infant state,

The third survives, much noise of her While playing at her father's gate,

Had been : a cat well known, with ease Seen and was most hugely smitten

On errands dark, o'er land and seas, With young dog and dirty kitten,

She'd journies take to cub of bcar, Had took them up and lug'd them in,

From these intriguing beasts, who swear And made the servants wash them clean!

They'll bring him to defend the wrong When she to a fit age was grown,

That they have done. Again he sung, To be sole mistress of her own,

How tabby once, in moon-light night, Then to her favour and strange trust

Trotted with letter fox did write; She rais'd these two; in rank the first

In which he sends his best respects The dog : who, with gilt collar grac'd,

To the she-bear, and thus directs: Strutted about. The cat was plac'd

“ Madam,” said he, “ your cub safe send, O'er all the house to domineer,

None shall his worship soon offend ; * And kept each wight of her in fear;

It's all I can at present do While he o'er all the plains had power,

To serve him, as his friends well know.” That savage wolves might not devour

At this the beasts grew in such rage, Her flocks. She gave him charge great care That none their fury could assuage; To take: but beasts uncertain are!

Nay, puss her lady would have scratch'd, Now see by these what troubles rise

And tore her eyes, but she was watch'd; To those who in their choice unwise

For she'd set up her back, and mew, Put trust in such; for he soon join'd

And thrice ev'hi in her face she flew. With beast of prey the dog combin'd,

The dog, like an ungrateful spark, Who kill'd the sheep, and tore the hind;

At her would dare to snarl and bark. While he would stand, and grin, and bark,

Her tenants wondering stood to hear Concealing thus his dealings dark.

That she their insolence would bear; A wolf, or so, sometimes he'd take,

And other'd their assistance to And then, () what a noise he'd make!

Soon inake them better manners know: But with wild-beasts o'er-run yet are

But she, to avoid all farther rout, The plains : some die for want of fare,

Her window opening, turn'd Bob out; Or torn, or kill'd; the shepherds find

Hoping that then her beasts would live Each day are lost of every kind.

In peace, and no disturbance give. Thy silly sheep lament in vain;

Yet nothing she can do avails, Of their hard fate, not him, complain.

Their rage against her still prevails; The shepherds, and the servants all,

Though puss was warn'd to fear their fate Against the traitor loudly bawl:

In lines (by old prophetic cat But there was none that dar'd to tell

Writ before her transformation, Their lady what to them befel ;

When she was in the witch's station) For puss a fox of wondrous art

Foretelling thus: “ When beasts are grown Brought-in, to Ip, and take their part,

To certain heights, before unknown By whose assistance to deceive,

Of hunan race, some shall aloud She made her every lye believe.

Inflame and arın a dreadful crowd, One lucky day, when she was walking

Who in vast numbers shall advance, In her woods, with servants talking,

And to new tunes shall make them dance: And stopp'd to hear how very well

When this begins, no longer hope, A red-breast sung, then him to dwell

For all remains is axe and rope." With her she call'd: he came, and took

But, not deterr'd by this, they dar'd, His place next to a favourite rook;

With some who of their plunder shar'd,

T'affront their lady, and conspire * The political drift of this intended prophecy is To many with her money hire; still more evident than that of the preceding poem; Contemning her, to pay undue the satire being abundantly more personal. N. Regards unto this bestial crew :


Thongh these resembled human shapes,

The ancient sea-gods with attention wait, They were indeed no more than apes;

To learn what's now the last result of Fate; Who some in house, and some in wood,

What earthly monarch Neptune now decrees And others in high boxes stood,

Alone bis great vi egerent of the seas. That chattering made such noise and stir, By an auspicious gale, Britannia's fleet How all was due to fox and cur;

On Gallia's coast this shining triumph meet; Till, by their false deluding way,

These pomps divine their mortal sense surprise, She found her flocks begin to stray.

Loud to the ear, and dazzling to the eyes: Still Robin does for her his care

Whilst scaly Tritons, with their shells, proclaim Aud zeal express; on whom yet are

The names that must survive to future fame; His thoughts all fix'd. On her he dreams And nymphs their diadems of pearl prepare Each night. Her praises are his themes For monarchs who, to purchase peace, make In songs all day. Now perch'd on tree, Finding himself secure aud free,

Then Neptune his majestic silence broke, He pertly shakes his little wings,

And to the trembling sailors mildly spoke: Sets up his throat: again he sings,

“ Throughout the world Britannia's flag display; “ That she had left no other way

'Tis my command, that all the globe obey; To save her flocks, and end this fray,

Let British streamers wave their heads on high, But soon to her assistance take

And dread no foe beneath Jove's azure sky;
One who could make these monsters shake; The rest let Nereus tell"-
A well-known huntsman, who has skill

If I have truth,” says Nereus, " and foresee The fiercest beasts to tame or kill:

The intricate designs of Destiny; At her command he'd come, and he

I, that have view'd whatever fleets have rode Would make her great, and set them free; With sharpen'd keels to cut the yielding flood; That, should these beasts some evil day 1, that could weigh the fates of Greece and Rome, Bring cub into her grounds, she may

Phænician wealth, and Carthaginian doon; Depend that not herself they 'll spare,

Must surely know what, in the womb of Time, Since to insult her now they dare:

Was fore-ordain'd for Britain's happy clime; All she at best can hope for then,

How wars upon the watery realın shall cease, Is to be safe shut up in den;

And Anna give the world a glorious peace; Since by sure signs all these ingrate

Restore the spicy traffic of the east, Are known to bear her deadly hate.”

And stretch her empire to the distant west: He ends his song, and prays to Heaven Her fleets descry Aurora's purple bed, That she may have the wisdom given,

And Phæbus' steeds after their labours fed. Lefore it be too late, to take

The southern coasts, to Britain scarcely known, Such resolutions as may make

Shall grow as hospitable as their own :
Her safe, and that these beasts no more No monsters shall be feign'd, to guard their store,
To ravage in the plains have power.

When British trade secures their golden ore:
The fleery product of the Cotswold field
Shall caual what Peruvian monntains yield:
Iron shall there intrinsic value show,

And by Vulcanian art more precious grow.

“ Britannia's royal fishery shall be
Improv'd by a kind guardian deity:

That mighty task to Glaucus we assign, LORD BOLINGBROKE'S WELCOME FROM Of more importance than the richest mine; FRANCE'.

He shall direct them how to strike the whale,

Ilow to avoid the danger, when prevail; Et thure, et fidibus jurat

What treasure lies upon the frozen coast Placare, et vituli sanguine debito

Not yet explord, nor negligently lost. Custodes Numidæ Deos.

“ In vast Arcadia's plains, new theme for fame, Hor. lib. i. Od. xxxvi. ad Pomponium Towns shall be built, sacred to Anna's ? name:

Numidam, ob cujus ex llispaniâ red- The silver fir and lofty pine shall rise
ditum gaudio exultat.

From Britain's own united colonies;

Which to the mast shall canvas-wings afford; What noise is this, that interrupts my sleep? And pitch, to strengthen the unfaithful board; What echoing shouts rise from the briny deep? Norway may then her naval stores with-hold, Neptune a solemn festival prepares,

And proudly starve for want of British gold. And peace through all his flowing orb declares: “ O happy isle! to such advantage plac'd, That dreadful trident which he us'd to shake, That all the world is by thy counsels grac'd; Make Earth's foundations and Jove's palace quake, Thy nation's genius, with industrious arts, Now, by his side, on ouzy couch reclin'd,

Renders thee lovely to remotest parts. Gives a smooth surface and a gentle wind:

Eliza first the sable scene withdrew, Innumerable Tritons lead the way,

And to the ancient world display'd the new ; And crowds of Nereids round his chariot play. When Burleigh at the helm of state was seen,

The truest subject to the greatest queen; I Lord Bolingbroke set out for France (accom- The Indians, from the Spanish yoke made free, papied by Mr. Hare, one of his under-secretaries, Bless'd the effects of English liberty; Mr. Prior, and the Abbé Gualtier) Aug. 2; and arrived again in London, Aug. 21, 1712. N. * Annapolis, the capital of Nova Scotia.


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