Far from the tumult of the City: throng, The meads, the ftreams, and echoing rocks among Say! what fresh garland of delightful hues, Twin't thou, fweet Bard! fraught with th' ambrofial dews Of Poefy, where her wild wave along What heav'nly theme awakes thy lyreagain? For though thyfelf be to my fight denied; Yet ftill I know-I love thee in thy ftrain, Happy, fhould' thou, to deathlefs fame allied, Bestow one look on an aspiring fwain. LINES in Memory of the late ARCHDEACON of CORNWALL. WEET is the balmy figh, when forrow grieves [of earth; For friendship torn from all the hopes But doubly precious is the figh that heaves C'er the pale afhes of diftinguish'd worth. Lamented SLEECH! Such excellence was thine, [play'd; Trro many a path of varying life difWhether we view the dignified Divine, Crtrace thy virtues to the private shade. While kindredminds thy traits of youth engage, Its bright unfolding bloom be theirs to paint; I only knew thy venerable age, [Saint! Where mildly beam'd the Patriarch in the Ah! first I knew thee, when thy liberal Charge With all the spirit ofthy CAMDEN + glow'd; And breathing a benevolence, too large For narrow fouls, in fine expanfion flow'd. Then, as thy open countenance effus'd The friendly luftre, in its mental ray O'erinadow'd by a penfive thought that mus'd On the dim profpect of thy fetting day; *At his Vifitatio r. Lord Camcee, his friend and patron. Thy clergy liften'd to the ‡ long adieu, Which yet to memory fond affection gives And all the Father's reverend form withdrew Which in the duteous heart unfading lives. For who but hail'd the Father, as he faw Thy gracious mien th' unthinking million Thy native dignity, commanding awe, [move? Thy condescending fmile, infpiring love! And O! let Piety repose a while Towns Upon thy warning voice, where memory Fluent along the ftill Cathedral aifle The fimple pathos in thy mellow tones; Where memory, as thy ftrong purfuafion Each unaffected accent on her ear, [pours Yet, in the Chriftian preacher, yet adores An energy that ftamp'd thy faith fincere. If from the public fcene thy fteps retire, Where every fofter virtue loves to blefs Life's filent walk, the hufband and the fire Blend their dear influence,inthy calmrecefs There, often, fhall thy genuine graces rife, There, often, thy domeftic worth be trac'd By thofe, who, closelier link'd in friendship's ties, Imbib'd thy feelings and thy cultur'd taste. I too have mark'd thee, musing with delight On the fair vifions of thy earlier youth, When fiction, in Athenian glory bright, Led thy free fancy to the bower of truth. And I have feen thee fnatch th' illufive charm That gives to life's gay morn its vivid glow;* And, with the flufhof long-loft feelings warm, Melt o'er th' ideal portraitures of woe. But many a brooding ill, that darkens life, To cloud thy vifionary views confpir'd, What time difeafe, amid thy dwelling rife, Thy wafting fons with fever'd venom fir Alas! it was thy doom to fee difeafe Affailthy offspring-with no power to fave-Ah, thine-to follow with enfeebled knees Thy latt-left fon, in forrow, to the grave Yet-thine-the genial comforts of theiuftYet "to confirm the feeble knees," were given thereal balms !-And, from the funeral duft The parent rais'd his tearful eye-to heaven. Thence holy Hope difpers'd thy earthly pain; Chas'd every human relic of thy tears; And, failing, to her own empyreal train Refign'd thee, full of honors, full of years! Ev'n when decaying nature, at the last, As into quiet fleep funk weary down, With holy Hope thy placid moments past, Thine eyes ftill fix'd upon thy heavenly crown. And, as the period of thy blifs drew nigh, Pure angels opening all the bleft abode, 'Twas but the paffing of one gentle figh That told, thy parted fpirit was with God! R. P. The Archdeacon hath, feveral times, on hi, vitations, taken leave of his Clergy. ΤΟ TO THE CROCUS. UPRIC PRIGHT as are the thoughts of her I Left ve expofe your darling hopes too foon To think on thofe oft does this foul inhale The sweet remembrance, till the strong perfume Tortures the fense: for fay whate'er ye will, Is effence pure, too pungent to be borne. TO THE COWSLI P. NOWSLIP, of all belov'd, of all admir'd, Thee let me fing, the homely Shepherd's pride; Fit emblem of the maid I love, a form Gladdening the fight of man, afweet perfume Sending its balmy fragrance to the foul. Daughter of Spring, and Meffenger of May, Which shall I first declare, which moft extol, Thy foyereign beauties, or thy fovereign ufe? With thee the rural dame a draught prepares, A nectarous draught, more luscious to my tafte Than all thy boafted trafh, vine-nurturing France. Maidens with thee their auburn treffes braid, Or, with the Daify, and the Primrose pale, Thy flowers entwining weave a Chaplet fair, To grace that pole, round which the village tram Lead on their dance, to greet the jocund May; Jocurid I'll call it, for it lends a mile To thee, who never fmilit but once a year. In methee not, tabu poor, unpitied wretch Of all defpis'd, fave him whofe liberal hear Taught him to feel your wrongs, and plea ! your caufe, Departed Hanway.—Peace to his foul ! From Learning's heights, and ftretches out To raife from duft the meanest of his kind. Now that the Mufe to thee her debt has paid, Friend of the poor, and guardian of the wrong'd, Back let her pleas'd return, to view thofe fports, Whofe rude fimplicity has charms for me, A glad fpectator, oft their uncouth dance Sits blooming health and ever-fmiling joy ; While that bright orb, which girds the Monarch's brow, Is but a crown of thorns to vex the foul Thou art not found in palaces of Kings; Mine be the lot to stray thro' nature's walks, fkill Has ftarch'd thofe loofer folds I've oft admir'd Vied with the foftnefs of a Virgin's grace.-- Of shape more fine, more clegantly turn'd, P. H TQ A TO THE VIOLE T. ND fhall the Mufe to thee her praise Tho' the ftrip'd tulip, and the blushing rofe, Within the limits of the rich man's wall. The badges of his labour, and his love. [rive, Would plunge their country in a gulf of woes! P. H. THE FOURTH IDYLLIUM OF BION. HE Mufes dread not Cupid's cruel dart, But fondly all his wand ring steps purfue; If woo'd themfelves by him ofloveless heart, With cold difguft they fhun his hated view. But, if by one whom fofter paffions move, Whobreathes his raptures on the tuneful oat, How clofe they throng to hearthet le of love, With greedy ears to catch each pleafing note ! 'Tis I can witness true whate'er be fings: For when to others I would raise my train, Each flagging finger flumbers on the strings, Whofe fault'ring founds declare my efforts But ah! how smooth the dulcet numbers flow, What fancied tranfports in my bofom glow, Whene'erto Love I wake the warbling lyre! ATHENIA, An ELEGY, on the late J. STUART, Esq. THENIA dead! I hear it with difmay, A Nor can withhold the tributary tear; Tho', to enhance the fubject of my lay, These feeble numbers would but ill appear. For he, by elegance of tafte refin'd, [fame; Long fince had won the ample meed of Long fince a wreath by Attic shades entwin'd The claffic labours of his page could claim.' His hand anew had rais'd each tuneful bower, That once each varied cadence could in fpire, Stay'd the career of time, relentless power! Too itern to foften to the Grecian lyre. Hence, from his theme, poetic beams may spread, [prolong, And many a dome and sculptur'd porch While hands unfeen on fancy's ground may The lucid embryos of future fong. [thed And History too may her fair lanıp illume, That leads her vot'ries by a foberer light, Her bright rays tracking thro' oblivion's gloom, [might, May long withstand the ruling crefcent's But nearer views this plaintive fong concern, For fame ne'er made Athenia proud or vain, [fpurn, Not with contempt the unletter'd Mule he'd But deign'd to liften to its humble strain : And to reward the Bard, to him unknown, In candid guife his honor'd name allow'd*; Nor thought beneath distinguish'd worth to own A flame afpiring from plebeian croud. But here, alas! is clos'd each hopeful view, That credit thence might to the Mufe im part; Yes, tyrant fell, each infant with you flew, When kind Athenia felt thy mortal dart. And now, behold within the hallow'd aile The mute proceffion fix the fable bier, May hope elated on thy reliques fmile, And contemplation love to linger here! Am'ranths and laurels on their fhrines be laid, To whom the grateful talk by heaven's align'd, By grateful toil to yield each focial aid, The Author's fubfcription, now on foot, was honoured with the name of the de cenfed. VERSES And try with wondrous lays to move; Trembling, I court in humble verfe, And fain would draw the maid I love. What tho' but half her face be seen, When the thofe lovely eyes unfhrouds. 'Tis then her face begins to bloom, That bloom the rival of the rose, 'Tis then that all her charms illume, And Venus every grace bestows. Her pearly teeth in coral fet, Like magnets, have the power to draw, If once within that power we get, Follow we must magnetic law. Yet tho' the maid, to Virtue true, Vice in each winning thape can scorn, New to the world, to love yet new, Not for herself alone is born. When raptur'd youths with wonder gaze, The looks, the dance, confpire to move, The fluttering fpirits in anaze The potent power of beauty prove; Or if her fingers touch the lyre, In motion are ten thousand strings The throbbing heart is all on fire, Fann'd by the bufy Cupid's wings. Forgive, dear girl, this vent'rous deed, A hapless bard, not yet fixteen, Who, piping on an artless reed. Would in your captive train be feen. Love led ev'n Jove himself aftray: If Jove himfelf could feel the smart, Well may an arrow find its way, To pierce your young admirer's heart. C. P. SONNET TO MR. POLWHELE. DOLWHELE, with whofe fweet lay I POLWHmany an hour, Ah! many a dreary hour, have oft beguil'd, Sure Fancy mark'd thee for her darling child, And twin'd a wreath of ev'ry lovely flow'r, To erown thy infant brow-elfe whence that pow'r Of magic that attunes thy wood-notes wild? For whether thou doft breathe fome fweet ftrain mild, My fenfe is wrap'd in foft elyfian bower; Or, if the lyre with rapid and divine, Thou fweep'ft, I'm hurried with thy lofty Muls To upper realms--Oh, to this lay of mine, Would but thy fong fome happy fire infufet Then might I at thy flower-inwoven shrine Offer a garland of no fordid hues. A N L EPITAPH. O! where a mother feeks repose, How low the droop'd!--how foon the dy'd! Was e'er maternal love more true, Or more, alas! feverely try d? Hence let the tributary tear, Stream from each eye that reads this verfe: And oh! ye tender mothers, here In fighs your fympathy rehearse. Effex, Halfied. RELATIVE. W HAT was mypleafure's now my grief, My day obfcur'd is black as night, What's nice or rare brings no relief, [delight, Not e'en to raife a with, vain fymbol of I drag my load from place to place, Oft-times the defart hides my woe, Vain all exertions, to efface [forrows flow. That ftrange dire caufe, whence all my From fun-rife o'er the lawns and woods, Till Vefper's murky gloom I ftray, My heavy heart uncealing bodes, [one away! How happy might I be, but that there' To heav'n I look in my defpair, Some cloud affumes his lovely eyes, When faddenly diffolv'd in air, [his prize. I fee theirghaftly hue, as when death ftruck My wearied sense resign'd to rest, His charming voice falutes mine ear, His touch with rapture fills my breast, [near. Perception never flecps, his form is always No more let grief my fong infpire, Yet this my doleful forrows teach; "Where true love fed a mutual fire, "There's nought can eafe the heart, when death has made a breach." CANDIDE. *Not Francis 1. as mentioned, p. 63. Mr. URBAN, March 12, 1788. Whatever may be the fate of to-morrow's motion in behalf of the shopkeepers, I am confident you will not have any objection to the preservation of that ground on which their application to Parliament is founded, and to admit pofterity to decide on the juftice of their Cafe. Yours, &c. NOTICE having been given of a mo tion to be made, on Wednefday * the 12th inft. which will bring the fituation of the Retail Traders before the Legiflature, it is incumbent on the Committee acting for the metropolis to ftate the cafe of the fhop keepers; which, being formed from authentic papers and documents that cannot be difputed, they trust will have its due weight with that honourable Houfe to whom it is more peculiarly addreffed, and on whom their strongest hopes of relief are founded. The a, impofing a duty on retail fhops, was brought forward by the Right Hon. the Chancellor of the Exchequer as a plan of Finance which would annually raife one hundred and twenty thousand pounds, for the fervice of the State, on the public at Jarge, without injury to the fhopkeeper. He urged, that he did not mean to felect the retail trader for the object of taxation; and, as the moft convincing proof of the fincerity of his affertion, he exempted the bakers from the operation of the tax, it being evidently impoffible for them to annex any duty, perfonally affel fed, to the price of the articles they deal in. It is manifeit therefore, that the principle, on which the Legature paßled this act, was to allow the fhopkeeper to indemnify himself upon the public for the berthen he luftained by .That the profit of retailers is an arbitrary addition to the prime colt of their goods, governed by mere captice, is an idea too prevalent among ge: tlemen not practically conwerfant with trade; it is not, therefore, furprifing, that it was made to apply to the introduction of a tax on thopkeepers, when reafoning could only be oppofed to a theory, plaufible though unfounded-Experience may now be appealed to on this question; and the unanimous voice of the traders through out the kingdom, uncontradicted by a fingle evidense or a fingle affertion, declares the failscy of the pofition-The appearance of the hopkeepers again, to claim the protection of Parliament, is one of the firongeft proofs of the justice of their caufe-Were it pofiible that a thopkeeper, who was affed 10 per annum to the, fhop-tax, could raife an additional profit equal to that fum, what thould prevent his enlarging that profit to £12, and becoming a gainer by the tax? It was poù soned to Thuriday the 13th; and then, we are forry to add, rejasted. In order to ftate fatisfactorily, to gentle men not in the habits of trade, the impoffi bility, it is to be obferved, that this Duty is not a fhop-tax, but a house-tax, levied without any regard to the magnitude of a trader's concerns or the nature of his profits, but according to the accidental circumftance of the rent of his houfe; a houfe, which is, in moft cafes, a burthen upon his trade, and, in many, highly injurious and detrimental to him. The Houfe of a Retail Trader has no kind of relation to the trade of his fhop. Many Shops, advantageously fituated, have no house whatever annexed; fuch are thofe adjoining the Royal Exchange and the public buildings in the city of London; whilft others, which the neceffities or peculiar circumftances of a man embarking in trade compel him to adopt, are infeparably attached to a roomy and expenfive building, on which he is affeffed to the Shop-tax. Inftances of this hardship in the city of London are almoft innumerable, and it is difficult to felect the mott appofite.-A Watchmaker, occupying a Shop of the rent of £30 per ann. in Exchange-alley, is compelted to pay a fhop-tax upon a houfe of 100 per ann. which is in the poffeffion of another perfon, but forms a part of the fame building. Two upholders in the city of Bath equally fituated with regard to the advantages of bufinefs, pay, the one a fhoptax of 6. 4. the other fix fhillings and eight-pence, per ann.-A hatter and hofter, occupying one room, forming a part of the 3 Cups Inn, in they city of Bath, is charged with a fhop-tax on the rent of the whole inn, amounting to more than a fourth part of his individual reat.-It were unneceffary to multiply examples which prefent them felves to every view; thofe cited will fufficiently refute the pofition, that the fhopkeeper can advance the price of goods in proportion to the taxes laid on him. In the cafe stated of two perfons in the fame trade, one, who pays scarcely any tax, has no motive to raile his prices; and the other maft pay the amount of the tax out of his profits, or be underfold by his more fortu nate neighbour.-The nature of a watchmaker's trade does not permit him to advance in the article he tells; muft he, therefore, execute his work in an inferior manner, and rifque his credit, to indemnify him for the fhop-tax ? From this want of relation, between the object profeffedly taxed and the real fubject of taxation, a variety of cafes of diineule investigation occur: the affeffors and commiffioners are embarraffed with nice diftinc. tions, which may be formed between wholefale and retail trade, between profeffional men and thopkeepers; and perfons, the moft willing to decide with equity, have acknow ledged fuch was the conftruction of the Act, that they could not execute it with a |