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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
The happy Arun rolls-a claffic tide-

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
prize,
Second of flowers, tho' little canst thou boaft
May charm the fight or gratify the fmell,
I love thee; for of all this goodly scene,
Which we behold, nought earlier than thy felf
My foul remembers: in my boyish years
I've mark'd thy coming with inceffant watch;
Oft have I vifited each morn the spot [fee
Wherein thou lay'ft entomb'd; oft joy'd to
Thy pointed tops juft peering o'er the ground:
And ah! fond fool! how often haft thou bared
Their tender fides, till thy too greedy love
Has kill'd the flowers, its ftrange impatience
To haften into bloom. So do not ye, [ftrove
Whom heaven has bleft with children; but
beware

Left ve expofe your darling hopes too foon
To the world's fury, there to face thofe winds,
Whofe bitter biting chills the weakly plant;
But fhield them with your kind and fofter-
ing aid,
[frofts
Till they have gather'd strength t' abide those
That nip life's opening bud; elfe ye perhaps
May find your hopes all blafted, ev'n as mine.
Ye much-lov'd Crocuíes, while memory lafts
I'll hold ye dear, for ftill thall ye recall
My infant days; and, oh, how great's the blifs

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,
And call to memory departed joys,
'Tis but a painful pleafure: in themselves
Our pureft joys are intermix'd with cares;
But, in the recollection of those joys,
The fordid dregs of intermingling care
Sink to the ground, while all the blifs, fub-
lim'd,

Is effence pure, too pungent to be borne.

TO THE COWSLI P. NOWSLIP, of all belov'd, of all admir'd,

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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 !
Great is that man, who quits the path of fam.
Who, wealth forfaking, ftoops his towering
mind
This arm

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,
Beyond the ball, or midnight masquerade.
Oft on that merry morn I've join'd their
throng

A glad fpectator, oft their uncouth dance
Ey'd moft attentive, where with tawdry shew
Ill forted ribbons deck'd each maiden's cap,
And cowflip-gardens every ruftic hat.
Who that has eyes to fee, or heart to feel,
Would change this fimple wreath which
Ev'n for that golden circie which furrounds
Shepherds wr,
The temples of a King? Beneath there
flowers

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
Which all men pant for, and which few pof-
Of him who wears it.-Happinefs, thou good,
fefs,

Thou art not found in palaces of Kings;
If thou haft place on earth, 'tisfurethoubidcft
Midft cots and villages and rural scenes.
Let fools with ardor in that chace purfue,
Whofe game is empire, and whofe pleafure,
pain!

Mine be the lot to stray thro' nature's walks,
But not in Gardens, where man's barbarous

fkill

Has ftarch'd thofe loofer folds I've oft admir'd
In nature's robe, and turn'd to lifelef. form
Such artleffnefs, fuch elegance, fuch eafe!
Give me to wander in the fpacious fields,
Or 'long the margin of meandring ftream,
Or down the vale, or up yon fteep hill's fide,
Where thousand Cow flips cover lithe ground
In wide luxuriance. There within a copte,
Far from the fearch of every eye but mine,
I've mark'd one tall and flately o'er the ref,
In whofe fair femblance Man's majestic
mien

Vied with the foftnefs of a Virgin's grace.--
Thus in fome village lone, midft trees obfcure,
Far from the notice of the busy world,
I've fpied fome maiden of more princely
tread,

Of shape more fine, more clegantly turn'd,
Of manners fweeter, and of hue more freth,
Thane'er was fees at modern RoutsorDrunis,
In ancient Baron's hall, or courts of Kings,

P. H

TQ

A

TO THE VIOLE T.

ND fhall the Mufe to thee her praise
. deny,
Thou beft, tho' moft diminutive of flowers;
For where can Nature thro' her wide domain
Boaft other odours half fo fweet as thine?
What, fhall I Sophy fcorn,'caufeSophy's fmall?
Though fmall the be, is the not still a gem,
Which worlds of maffy gold could never buy?
You too, ye Violets, might I ever wear,
Iv'n as I wear my Sophy in my heart!

Tho' the ftrip'd tulip, and the blushing rofe,
The polyanthus broad with golden eye,
The full carnation, and the lily tall,
Display their beauties on the gay parterre
In coftly gardens, where th' unlicens'd feet
Of Ruftics tread not; yet that lavish hand,
Which scatters violets under every thorn,
Forbids that fweets like thefe fhould be con-
fin'd

Within the limits of the rich man's wall.
So fares it in the world: albeit we fee
Some gew-gaws which the great alone poffefs,
Whate'er is folid good is free to all.
Let grandeur keep its own: this fragrant
flower
Was kindly given by nature to regale
The wearied ploughman, as he home returns
At dufk of evening to that dear abode
Where all his comfort, all his treafure's lodg'd,
Young rofy cherubs, and a fmiling wife.
If he may profit thefe, he'll jewels call
Those big round drops that ftand upon his
brow,

The badges of his labour, and his love. [rive,
Thethought that thefe from him their good de-
And that that good hangs on his fingle arm,
Turns toil to luxury, to pleasure pain.
'Tis this that cools the Sun's meridian blaze,
Eears up his heart, re-braces every nerve,
And fends freth vigour to his fainting foul.
How far more bleft is induftry like this,
Than fchemes of ftatcfmen, who for private
ends

Would plunge their country in a gulf of woes!
And know, ye great, howe'er ye may defpife
The ruftic's labour, 'tis to that we owe
A nation's happiness, a kingdom's wealth,
Wifdom in counfel, terror in our arms,
At home fecurity, and fame abroad.

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

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But ah! how smooth the dulcet numbers flow,

What fancied tranfports in my bofom glow,
Oft as on Lycid waits my fond defire!

Whene'erto Love I wake the warbling lyre!
T. L.

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,
Refine, exalt, or harmonize mankind.
W. HAMILTON REID,

The Author's fubfcription, now on foot, was honoured with the name of the de cenfed.

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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,
Half veil'd within her flowving hair,
Know that that half behind the fcreen
Muft, with its counter-part, be fair.
Her eyes too, tho' thus hid from fight,
Like moon-beams by the fleecy clouds,
Dart, like the golden orbs of night,

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,
And close by her dear infants lies,
Waiting the hour that thall difclofe
Them once more to her ravish'd eyes.
Wretched, in all youth's gaudy bloom,
She faw thofe little babes expire;
Then quick pursued them to the tomb,
Dear objects of her foul's defire.
Bereav'd, fweet innocents, of you,

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

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In fighs your fympathy rehearse. Effex, Halfied.

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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

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