Or mingles blushes in the morning ray, Or gilds the noon, or turns an evening gray. "Here, on the pedestals of War and Peace, In different rows, and with a different grace, Fine statues proudly ride, or nobly stand, To which Narration with a pointing hand Directs the sight, and makes examples please By boldly venturing to dilate in praise; While chosen beauties lengthen out the song, Yet make her hearers never think it long. Or if, with closer art, with sprightly mien, Scarce like herself, and more like Action seen, She bids their facts in images arise, And seem to pass before the readers eyes, The words like charms enchanted motion give, And all the statues of the palace live. Then hosts embattled stretch their lines afar, Their leaders' speeches animate the war, The trumpets sound, the feather'd arrows fly, The sword is drawn, the lance is toss'd on high, The brave press on, the fainter forces yield, And death in different shapes deforms the field. Or, should the shepherds be dispos'd to play, Amintor's jolly pipe beguiles the day, And jocund Echos dally with the sound, And nymphs in measures trip along the ground, And, ere the dews have wet the grass below, Turn homewards singing all the way they go. "Here, as on circumstance narrations dwell, And tell what moves, and hardly seem to tell, The toil of heroes on the dusty plains, Or on the green the merriment of swains, Reflection speaks: then all the forms that rose In life's enchanted scene themselves compose: Whilst the grave voice, controlling all the spells, With solemn utterance, thus the moral tells: So public worth its enemies destroys, Or private innocence itself enjoys.' "Here all the passions, for their greater sway, In all the power of words themselves array; And hence the soft pathetic gently charms, And hence the bolder fills the breast with arms. Sweet love in numbers finds a world of darts, And with desirings wounds the tender hearts. Fair hope displays its pinions to the wind, And flutters in the lines, and lifts the mind. Brisk joy with transport fills the rising strain, Breaks in the notes, and bounds in every vein. Stern courage, glittering in the sparks of ire, Inflames those lays that set the breast on fire. Aversion learns to fly with swifter will, In numbers taught to represent an ill. By frightful accents Fear produces fears; By sad expression Sorrow melts to tears : And dire Amazement and Despair are brought By words of horrour through the wilds of thought. Tis thus tumultuous passions learn to roll; 'Thus, arm'd with poetry, they win the soul. "Pass further through the dome, another view Would now the pleasures of thy mind renew, Where oft Description for the colours goes, Which raise and animate its native shows; Where oft Narration seeks a florid grace To keep from sinking ere 't is time to cease; Where easy turns Reflection looks to find, When Morals aim at dress to please the mind; Where lively figures are for use array'd, And these an action, those a passion, aid. " There modest Metaphors in order sit, With unaffected, undisguising wit, That leave their own, and seek another's place, [more. And Truth preserves her shape, and shines the "By these the beauteous similes reside, In look more open, in design ally'd, "There close in order are the Questions plac'd, "There strange Commotion, naturally shown, Speaks on regardless that she speaks alone, Nor minds if they to whom she talks be near, Nor cares if that to which she talks can hear. The warmth of Anger dares an absent foe; The words of Pity speak to fears of Woe; The Love that hopes, on errands sends the breeze; And Love despairing moans to naked trees. "There stand the new Creations of the Muse, Poetic persons, whom the writers use Whene'er a cause magnificently great Would fix attention with peculiar weight. 'Tis hence that humble provinces are seen Transform'd to matrons with neglected mien, Who call their warriors in a mournful sound, And show their crowns of turrets on the ground, While over urns reclining rivers moan They should enrich a nation not their own. 'Tis hence the virtues are no more confin'd To be but rules of reason in the mind; The heavenly forms start forth, appear to breathe, And in bright shapes converse with men beneath; And, as a god in combat Valour leads, In council Prudence as a goddess aids. "There Exclamations all the voice employ In sudden flashes of concern or joy: Then seem the sluices, which the passions bound, To burst assunder with a speechless sound; And then with tumult and surprise they roll, And show the case important in the soul. "There rising Sentences attempt to speak, Which wonder, sorrow, shame, or an er, break; But so the part directs to find the rest, That what remains behind is more than guess'd. Thus fill'd with ease, yet left unfinish'd too, The sense looks large within the reader's view: He freely gathers all the passion means, And artful silence more than words explains. Methinks a thousand graces more I see, And I could dwell-but when would thought be Engaging Method ranges all the band, [free? And smooth Transition joins them land in hand: Around the music of my lays they throng, [choose, ""Tis here that, guided by the Muse's fire, [mind; "Hail, sacred Verse! ye sacred Muses, hail! No longer now the ravish'd poet sung, And what fair visions oft we faney nigh Oh, what a sweet confusion! what surprise! Ye sons of glory, be my first appeal, I With such a husband such a wife, THE LIFE OF SIR SAMUEL GARTH. BY DR. JOHNSON. SAMUEL GARTH was of a good family in Yorkshire, and from some school in his own country became a student at Peter-house in Cambridge, where he resided till he became doctor of physic on July the 7th, 1691. He was examined before the college at London on March the 12th, 1691-2, and admitted fellow June 26th, 1693. He was soon so much distinguished by his conversation and accomplishments, as to obtain very extensive practice; and, if a pamphlet of those times may be credited, had the favour and confidence of one party, as Radcliffe had of the other. He is always mentioned as a man of benevolence; and it is just to suppose that his desire of helping the helpless disposed him to so much zeal for the Dispensary; an undertaking, of which some account, however short, is proper to be given. Whether what Temple says be true, that physicians have had more learning than the other faculties, I will not stay to inquire; but, I believe, every man has found in physicians great liberality and dignity of sentiment, very prompt effusion of beneficence, and willingness to exert a lucrative art where there is no hope of lucre. Agreeably to this character, the college of physicians, in July 1687, published an edict, requiring all the fellows, candidates, and licentiates, to give gratuitous advice to the neighbouring poor. This edict was sent to the court of aldermen; and, à question being made to whom the appellation of the poor should be extended, the college answered, that it should be sufficient to bring a testimonial from the clergyman officiating in the parish where the patient resided. After a year's experience, the physicians found their charity frustrated by some maignant opposition, and made to a great degree vain by the high price of physic; they herefore voted in August 1688, that the laboratory of the college should be accomnodated to the preparation of medicines, and another room prepared for their recepion; and that the contributors to the expense should manage the charity. It was now expected, that the apothecaries would have undertaken the care of proiding medicines; but they took another course. Thinking the whole design pernicious |