queathed to his second son Edmund; his eldest, Benjamin, being so far from inheriting his father's wit, that he even wanted common understanding. His successor was esteemed a man of considerable abilities, and was several times chosen a member of the House of Commons; but, in the latter part of his life, he became a Quaker. His fourth son, Dr. Stephen Waller a celebrated civilian, was one of the Commissioners appointed for effecting the Union of the two Kingdoms.

The best edition of Waller's works is that published in 1730, 4to. with notes and observations, by Mr. Elijah Fenton. It has, subsequently, been reprinted in small 8vo.

EXTRACTS.

To the King on his Navy.

"WHERE'ER thy navy spreads her canvas wings,
Homage to thee, and peace to all she brings;
The French and Spaniard, when thy flags appear,
Forget their hatred, and consent to fear.
So Jove from Ida did both hosts survey,
And when he pleased to thunder, part the fray.
Ships heretofore in seas like fishes sped;
The mightiest still upon the smallest fed:
Thou on the deep imposest nobler laws,
And by that justice hast removed the cause
Of those rude tempests, which for rapine sent,
Too oft, alas! involved the innocent.

Now shall the Ocean, as thy Thames, be free
From both those fates of storms and piracy.
But we most happy, who can fear no force
But winged troops or Pegasean horse:
Tis not so hard for greedy foes to spoil
Another nation, as to touch our soil.

Should nature's self invade the world again,
And o'er the centre spread the liquid main,
Thy power were safe, and her destructive hand
Would but enlarge the bounds of thy command.
Thy dreadful fleet would stile thee Lord of all!
And ride in triumph o'er the drowned ball:
Those towers of oak o'er fertile plains might go,
And visit mountains where they once did grow.
The world's restorer once could not endure
That finish'd Babel should those men secure,
Whose pride design'd that fabric to have stood
Above the reach of any second flood:
To thee, his chosen, more indulgent, he
Dares trust such power with so much piety.'

On a Girdle.

THAT, which her slender waist confined,

Shall now my joyful temples bind :
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.

It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,
The pale which held that lovely deer;
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love
Did all within this circle move!

A narrow compass, and yet there
Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair;
Give me but what this riband bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.'

A Panegyric to my Lord Protector, of the present Greatness, and joint Interest, of his Highness and this nation.

• WHILE with a strong and yet a gentle hand,
You bridle faction, and our hearts command;
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too:

Let partial spirits still aloud complain,

Think themselves injured that they cannot reign,
And own no liberty but where they may

Above the waves as Neptune show'd his face,
To chide the winds and save the Trojan race,
So has your Highness, raised above the rest,
Storms of ambition tossing up represt.

Your drooping country, torn with civil hate,
Restored by you, is made a glorious state;
The seat of empire, where the Irish come,
And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom.

The sea's our own, and now all nations greet
With bending sails each vessel of our fleet:
Your power extends as far as winds can blow,
Or swelling sails upon the globe may go.

Heaven (that hath placed this island to give law,
To balance Europe, and it's states to awe)
In this conjunction doth on Britain smile,
The greatest leader, and the greatest isle!
Whether this portion of the world were rent
By the rude ocean from the continent,
Or thus created, it was sure design'd
To be the sacred refuge of mankind.

Hither th' oppressed shall henceforth resort,
Justice to crave and succour at your court;
And then your Highness, not for ours alone,
But for the world's Protector shall be known.

Fame, swifter than your winged navy, flies
Through every land that near the ocean lies,
Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news
To all that piracy and rapine use.

With such a chief the meanest nation blest,
Might hope to lift her head above the rest:
What may be thought impossible to do,
By us embraced, by the sea, and you!

Lords of the world's great waste, the
ocean, we
Whole forests send to reign upon the sea,
And every coast may trouble or relieve;
But none can visit us without your leave.

Angels and we have this prerogative,
That none can at our happy seats arrive;
While we descend at pleasure, to invade
The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid.
Our little world, the image of the great,
Like that amidst the boundless ocean set,
Of her own growth hath all that Nature craves,
And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves.

As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,
But to the Nile owes more than to the sky;
So what our earth and what our heaven denies
Our ever constant friend, the sea, supplies.

The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know,
Free from the scorching sun that makes it grow:
Without the worm, in Persian silks we shine,
And without planting drink of every vine.

To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs; Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims. Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow ; We plough the deep, and reap what others sow. Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds; Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds. Rome, though her eagle through the world had flown, Could never make this island all her own.

Here the Third Edward, and the Black Prince too,
France-conquering Henry flourish'd, and now you;
For whom we stay'd, as did the Grecian state,
Till Alexander came to urge their fate.

When for more worlds the Macedonian cry'd,
He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide
Another yet; a world reserved for you,
To make more great than that he did subdue.
He safely might old troops to battle lead,
Against th❜ unwarlike Persian and the Mede,
Whose hasty flight did from a bloodless field
More spoils than honour to the victor yield.

A race unconquer'd, by their clime made bold,
The Caledonians arm'd with want and cold
Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame,
Been from all ages kept for you to tame.

Whom the old Roman wall so ill confined, With a new chain of garrisons you bind:

Here foreign gold no more shall make them come;
Our English iron holds them fast at home.

They, that henceforth must be content to know
No warmer region than the hills of snow,
May blame the sun, but must extol your grace
Which in our senate hath allow'd them place.

Preferr'd by conquest, happily overthrown,
Falling they rise, to be with us made one.
So kind Dictators made, when they came home,
Their vanquish'd foes free citizens of Rome.

Like favour find the Irish, with like fate,
Advanced to be a portion of our state;
While by your valour and your bounteous mind,
Nations, divided by the sea, are join'd.

Holland, to gain your friendship, is content
To be our outguard on the Continent:
She from her fellow-provinces would go,
Rather than hazard to have you her foe.

In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse,
Preventing posts, the terror and the news,
Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar ;
But our conjunction makes them tremble more.

Your never-failing sword made war to cease,
And now you heal us with the acts of peace;
Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,
Invite affection, and restrain our rage.

Less pleasure take brave minds in battle won,
Than in restoring such as are undone :
Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear,
But man alone can whom he conquers spare.

To pardon willing, and to punish loth,
You strike with one hand, but you heal with both;
Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you grieve
You cannot make the dead again to live.

When fate or error had our age misled,

And o'er this nation such confusion spread,

The only cure which could from Heaven come down, Was so much power and piety in one!