Here, fam'd for cunning, and in crimes grown old,
Hangs his grey brush, the felon of the fold.
Oft, as the rent feaft fwells the midnight cheer,
The maudlin farmer kens him o’er his beer,
And tells his old, traditionary tale,

Tho' known to ev'ry tenant of the vale.

Here, where, of old, the feftal ox has fed,
Mark'd with his weight the mighty horns are spread:
Some ox, O MARSHALL, for a board like thine,
Where the vaft mafter with the vaft furloin

Vied in round magnitude

Respect I bear
To thee, tho' oft the ruin of the chair.

Thefe, and fuch antique tokens, that record
The manly fpirit, and the bounteous board,
Me more delight than all the gew-gaw train,
The whims and zigzags of a modern brain,
More than all Afia's marmosets to view
Grin, frisk, and water in the walks at Kew,

Character of a Country Justice.

Thro' these fair vallies, ftranger, haft thou stray'd,
By any chance, to vifit HAREWOOD's fhade,
And feen with honeft, antiquated air,

In the plain hall the magiftratial chair?

There HERBERT fate--The love of human kind,
Pure light of truth, and temperance of mind;
In the free eye the featur'd foul display'd,

HONOUR'S ftrong beam, and MERCY's melting fhade ;
JUSTICE, that, in the rigid paths of law,

Would ftill fome drops from PITY's fountain draw,
Bend o'er her urn with many a gen'rous fear,
Ere his firm feal fhould force one orphan's tear :
Fair EQUITY, and REASON fcorning art,
And all the fober virtues of the heart;-

These fate with HERBERT, these shall beft avail,
Where Statutes order; or where Statutes fail.

General Motives for Lenity.

Be this, ye rural magiftrates, your plan:
Firm be your Juftice, but be friends to man,
He whom the mighty mafter of this ball,
We fondly deem, or farcically call,
To own the patriarch's truth however loth,
Holds but a manfion crush'd before the Moth,
Frail in his genius, in his heart, too, frail,
Born but to err, and erring to bewail,

Shalt

Shalt thou his faults with eye fevere explore,
And give to life one human weakness more.

Still mark if vice or nature prompts the deed;
Still mark the ftrong temptation and the need:
On preffing want, on famine's powerful call,
At least more lenient let thy juftice fall,

Apology for Vagrants.

For him, who, loft to ev'ry hope of life,
Has long with fortune held unequal strife,
Known to no human love, no human care,
The friendlefs, homelefs object of despair;
For the poor vagrant, feel, while he complains,
Nor from fad freedom fend to fadder chains.
Alike, if folly or misfortune brought
Thofe laft of woes his evil days have wrought:
Believe with focial mercy and with me,
Folly's misfortune in the first degree.
Perhaps on fome inhofpitable fhore

The houseless wretch a widow'd parent bore;
Who, then, no more by golden profpects led,
Of the poor Indian begg'd a leafy bed,
Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain,
Perhaps that parent mourn'd her foldier flain;
Bent o'er her babe, her eye diffolv'd in dew,
The big drops mingling with the milk he drew,
Gave the fad prefage of his future years,

The child of mifery, baptiz'd in tears!

Extracts from SAINT THOMAS's MOUNT; a Paem. Written by a Gentleman in INDIA.

H! while the fun unclouded holds his way

Thro' glowing skies, and darts his vertic ray,
Oft' let me wander thro' the Mango fhade,

Whose boughs the doubtful light can scarce pervade :
While from the fcorching plain the ardent breeze
Blows cool and temp'rate thro' th' embow'ring trees.
No frofts, or killing blights, by Boreas fent,
The rip'ning Mango from its growth prevent..
Ambrofial fruit! to fing thy lively hues,

And matchlefs favour, would transcend the Mufe;
Thy very look, tho' once forewarn'd in vain,
Had tempted thoughtlefs Eve to fin again!
Where to the clouds the lofty* Palm afpires,
The wearied traveller at noon retires;

From the Palm a refreshing liquor is extracted, by boring a hole towards the top of the tree.

VOL. XVII.

P

Bleffes

Bleffes the tree which fuch a tribute pays

While draughts, unbought, his finking fpirits raife.
In heathen ages, ere the vineyard's ufe,
Had PAN but tafted this refreshing juice,

For Indian climes he had left th' Arcadian fields,
To court the Dryad who this Nectar yields.
What form ftupendous hither moves along?
Some fancied monster of the Poet's fong!
Or is it he, the terror of the day,

Who ftruck LÆVINUS' bands with dire difmay?
When PYRRHUS firll, to Rome's aftonifh'd fight,
Produc'd th' enormous Elephant in fight,
The ftartled courfers, heedlefs of the rein,
Fly wild and various o'er the hoftile plain:
The vet'ran legions next, appall'd with fear,
Diffolve their ranks, and prefs upon the rear:
Confufion reigns! the warlike King pursues,
And death the field with mangled warriors ftrews.
Sad chance for Rome! but foon the learns to know,
To ftem th' impetuous fury of the foe:

Their charge the Elephant but faintly dares,

And, gall'd with wounds, controul no longer bears;
Back on his friends he turns the dread

array,

Their fquadrons fcatter, and their ranks give way:
Rome and her Eagles follow where they yield,
And greatly triumph o'er th' enfanguin'd field.
Thus where the mighty Elephant appears
'Tis tumult all! and death! and flight! and fears!
But when the ravage of the war is done,
Sweet Peace ne'er fmil'd upon a gentler fon.
As lofty woods their ftature proudly fhow,
Yet bend obedient to the winds that blow,
His bulk and strength, their purpos'd ends fulfil,
And bow fubmiffive to the mafter's will.
Emblem of government, where reafon fways,
And paffive force contentedly obeys.
This way and that, directed by the goad,
He moves, or humble kneels to bear his load;
But should the little tyrants in command
Increase his burden with oppreffive hand,
Pride and refentment in his breast awake,
Like Britain's fons, when Liberty's at ftake;
He rifes uncontroulable, and round
Scatters his various load upon the ground.

But when by happier chance it proves his care,
Some AMMON in triumphal pomp to bear,"
How fwells his ftature, as he moves along
The awful wonder of the gazing throng!

Around.

Around his portly limbs the maffy chains
Of polish'd filver fweep the dufty plains.
Spread o'er his back and ample fides, behold
́The tissued veftment of enfigur'd gold!

Where proudly plac'd the regal Houdah ftands,
Whofe tow'ring height a profpect wide commands
The burnished canopy reflects a blaze,
And far tranfmits the fun's refulgent rays:
While he precedence with his Lord may claim,
Firft of his kind in majesty and fame.

But fports more pleafing afk our morning care,
To chafe the wily Fox or doubling Hare:
Thefe, as in Britain, try the hunter's pains,
O'er deeper coverts, and o'er wider plains.
But mark the beauteous Antelope !-he fprings-
He boundshe flies-nor needs the aid of wings.
Not the fleet greyhound, Perfia's boafted breed,
Nor, from Arabia's coafts, the rapid fteed,
In swiftness can compare- -he ftrips the wind,
And leaves them lagging, panting, far behind.
Now, freed from dread, he fports upon the plain,
Until their cries falute his ears again;

Again the fugitive his flight renews ;

In vain the ftretching eye his winged courfe purfues.
Then fay what fwiftnefs fhall this prize obtain,
Which dogs and horfes follow but in vain ?
Behold the Chetah! of the leopard kind,
Watchful as night, and active as the wind.
Bred to the fport, he fteals towards the prey,
As the herds browze, or inattentive play;
One he felects, and meas'ring with his eyes
The diftance, darts like light'ning to the prize:
(So, when the fowler takes his certain aim,
A fwift deftruction ftrikes the flutt'ring game.)
The helpless prey his ufelefs fpeed bemoans,
Drops the big tear of grief, and dies in groans,
But should or chance or accident betray
Th' approaching favage on his murd'rous way,
Inftant the Antelope betakes to flight-
Inftant the Chetah, furious at the fight,

Springs to arrest his fpeed-but fprings in vain!
Refcu'd, he now exults and bounds along the plain:
But lo! the difappointed Chetah turns,

While tenfold fury in his bofom burns:
Beware, ye hunters! left, his ire to fate,
Heedlefs you feel ACTEON's wretched fate!

*A

All but his keeper, whofe familiar hand
Supplies his wants, and practifes command;
Sooth'd by his voice, reluctantly he stays,
Growls furly discontent, and flow obeys.

B

Extracts from FARRINGDON HILL; a Poem.

LUSH! blush, ye fons of power! who proudly stand
Rich in the ruins of your native land:

Who every virtue, every right have fold,

For royal fmiles, or minifterial gold;

Proud on your breafts a glittering badge to bear,
True honour hates, and freedom fcorns to wear,
If worth, or fhewn in peace, or proved in war,
Shed not a livelier luflre than the star.

Blush, ye fell race! who crofs'd the briny flood,
Foes to mankind! and prodigal of blood!
With wanton rage to waft pale famine o'er
From ALBION's cliffs, to fad BENGALA's fhore:
Who lur'd by gold, and deaf to nature's cries,
View'd ftarving myriads with unpitying eyes,
Whole dying breath, not pour'd to heaven in vain,
With curfes loaded BRITAIN's favage train;
Till BRITAIN's fenate, fired with patriot flame,
Refolved to vindicate their country's fame,
Bade ENGLAND's laws to GANGES' banks extend,
And equal rule the INDIAN'S life defend.
Though GRACIA's orders grace your marble dome,
Though blooms the fairest landfcape where ye roam,
Yet facred Juftice fhall your feats pervade,

And confcience haunt you through the deepeft fhade:
Whilft him, whofe peaceful barks with fwelling fails
Court, fraught with every good, the profperous gales ;
Whofe wealth the useful arts of commerce raise,
Mankind fhall honour, and the MUSE fhall praise.
But, if like thine, O CHARLES!his generous heart
The fmiles of fortune to his friends impart :

If heaven that gave him affluence, gave him too
A foul to every social duty true:

Virtue with joy fhall chant his favour'd name,
And give a wreath beyond the power of fame;
While all who know his worth, exulting find
That fortune bleffing him, has bleft mankind.

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Ye envious trees! why does your leafy pride
Stretch'd o'er-the bending valley WANTAGE hide?—

• Charles Pye, Efq;..

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