Pale shrouded beauty, kiffes faint and cold,

Or murmur words the parting angels faid.
Thoughts, when awake, their wonted trains renew;
With all their ftings my tortured breaft affail;
Her faded form now glides before my view;
Her plaintive voice now floats upon the gale.
The hope how vain, that time should bring relief!
Time does but deeper root a real grief.

DESCRIPTION OF THE PERSON AND HABITATION OF DESPAIR,

From Southey's Joan of Arc.

An Epic Poem.

AN aged Man

Sat near, feated on what in long-paft days

Had been some sculptured monument, now fall'n
And half-obfcured by mofs, and gathered heaps
Of withered yew-leaves and earth-mouldering bones :
And thining in the ray was feen the track
Of flimy fnail obfcene. Compofed his look,
His eye was large and raylefs, and fix'd full
Upon the Maid; the blue flames on his face
Stream'd a drear light; his face was of the hue
Of death his limbs were mantled in a fhroud.
Then with a deep heart-terrifying voice,
Exclaim'd the fpectre, "Welcome to thefe realms,
Thefe regions of DESPAIR! O thou whofe fteps:
By GRIEF conducted to thefe fad abodes

Have pierc'd; welcome, welcome to this gloom
Eternal; to this everlafting night;

Where never morning darts the enlivening ray,
Where never fhines the fun, but all is dark,
Dark as the bofom of their gloomy king!"
So faying he arofe, and by the hand
The virgin feized with fuch a death-cold touch
As froze her very heart; and drawing on,
Her, to the abbey's inner ruin, led

Refiftlefs through the broken roof the moon
Glimmer'd a scatter'd ray: the ivy twin'd
Round the difmantled column: imaged forms
Of faints and warlike chiefs, mofs-canker'd now
And mutilate, lay ftrewn upon the ground;
With crumbled fragments crucifixes fallen,
And rufted trophies; and amid the heap
Some monument's defaced legend spake
All human glory vain.

The loud blast roar'd

Amid the pile; and from the tower the owl

Scream'd

Scream'd as the tempeft fhook her fecret nest.
He, filent, led her on, and often paus'd,
And pointed, that her eye might contemplate
At leisure the drear scene.

THE SORROWS OF SUNDAY; AN ELEGY.

From the Royal Tour, or Weymouth Amusement. By Peter Pindar, Efq. The intended annihilation of Sunday's barmless Amusement, by three or four moft outrageously zealous Members of Parliament, gave birth to the following Elegy. The bint is borrowed from a small compofition intituled "The Tears of Old May-Day."

ILD was the breath of morn: the blushing sky

Receiv'd the lufty youth with golden hair,
Rejoicing in his race, to run, to fly;

As Scripture fays, "a bridgroom débonnaire;"
When, full of tears, the decent Sunday rose,

And wonder'd fad on Kenfington's fair green:
Down in a chair fhe funk with all her woes,

And touch'd, with tendereft fympathy, the fcene.
"O hard Sir Richard Hill!" exclaim'd the dame;
Sir William Dolben, cruel man !" quoth the ;
" And Mr. Wilberforce, for fhame! for fhame!
To (poil my little weekly jubilee.

Ah! pleas'd am I the humble folk to view;
Enjoying harmless talk, and fport, and jeft;
Amid thefe walks their footsteps to pursue,
To see them smiling, and so trimly dreft.
"Since the Lord rested on the seventh day,
Which theweth that Omnipotence was tir'd;
As Mofes, in old times, was pleas'd to say,
(And Mofes was moft certainly infpir'd;)

"Why should not man too reft?" No!' cries Sir Dick;
At brother Rowland's let him knock his knees,
Pray, fweat, and groan; of this damn'd world be fick;
Of mangy morals crack the lice and fleas;

• Break Sin's vile bones-pull Satan by the nofe;
Scrub, with the foap and fand of Grace, the foul;

Give unbelief, the wretch, a rat's-bane dofc;

And flop, with malkins of rich Faith, each hole.

"Spit in foul Drunkennefs's beaftly mug;

Kill, with fharp prayers, each offspring of the Devil;

Give to black blafphemy a Cornish hug;

And box, with bats of Grace, the ears of Evil.

"Sufan, the conftant flave to mop and broom;
And Marian, to the pit's and kettle's art;

Ah!

L

Ah! fhall not they defert the houfe's gloom,

Breathe the freth air one moment, and look smart è
"Meet, in fome rural fcene, a Colin's fimile;
With Love's foft ftories wing the happy hour;
Drop in his dear embraces from the file,
And hare his kiffes in the fhady bower?
"No," roars the Huntingtonian Prie?- "No, no!
Lovers are liars-Love's a damned trade;
Kiffing is damnable-to hell they g--
The Devil's claws await the rogue and jade.
"My chapel is the purifying place;

There let them go to wash their fins away;
There, from my hand, to pick the crumbs of grace,
Smite their poor finful craws, and howl, and pray."
"How hard, the lab'ring hands no reft fhould know,
But toil fix days beneath the galling load,

Poor fouls! and then the feventh be forc'd to go,
And box the Devil in Blackfriars Road.

"Heaven glorieth not in phizzes of difmay;

Heaven takes no pleasure in perpetual fobbing;
Confenting freely, that my fav'rite day

May have her tea and rolls, and hob and nobbing.
"In footh, the Lord is pleas'd when man is bleft;
And wifheth not his bliffes to blockade;

'Gainft tea and coffee ne'er did he protest,

Enjoy'd, in gardens, by the men of trade.

Sweet is White Conduit-houfe, and Bagnigge-wells,
Chalk-farm, where Primrofe-hill puts forth her fmile;
And Don Saltero's, where much wonder dwells,
Expelling work-day's matrimonial bile.

"Life with the down of cygnets may be clad!

Ah! why not make her path a pleasant track;

"No!" cries the Pulpit Terrorist how mad!

"No! let the world be one huge hedge-hog's back." "Vice (did his rigid mummery fucceed)

Too foon would smile amid the facred walls;

Venus, in tabernacles, make her bed;

And Paphos find herself amid St. Paul's.

"Avaunt, Hypocrify, the folemn jade,

Who, wilful, into ditches leads the blind:
Makes of her canting art, a thriving trade,
And fattens on the follies of mankind! ·
"Look at Archbishops, Bifhops, on a Faft,

Denying hackney-coachmen e'en their beer;

Yet,

Yet, lo! their butchers knock, with flesh repaft;
With turbots, lo! the fifhmongers appear!
"The pot boys howl with porter for their bellies;
The bakers knock, with cuftards, tarts, and pies ;
Confectioners, with rare ice-creams and jellies;
The fruiterer, lo, with richest pine fupplies!
"In fecret, thus, they eat, and booze, and nod;
In public call indulgence a damn'd evil;
Order their fimple flocks to walk with God,
And ride themselves an airing with the Devil."

THE MAN OF METHOD:
From the Purfuits of Literatare. A Satirical Poem.

HERE liv'd a Scholar late (a) of London fame,

THE

A Doctor, (b) and Morofophos (c) his name:
From all the pains of ftudy freed long fince,
Far from a Newton, and not quite a (d) Vince;
In metaphyficks bold would fpread his fails,
And with Monboddo ftill believ'd (e) in tails
At anatomick lore would fometimes peep
And call Earle (f) ufeful, Abernethy (g) deep;

;

With

(a) When I am very particular in the defcription of the character, I abstain from giving the leaft hint of a real name. Quis rapiet ad fe quod erit commune omnium? or in Le Sage's inimitable language, qui fe fera connoitre mal à propos?" I only give this as a A Character, and fay no more.

(6) The word and title of " DOCTOR" is miferably abufed. Erafmus long ago in an Epistle from Louvain in 1520 to the celebrated Cardinal Campeggio, obferved with fome indignation," Unde DOCTORIS titulo gloriantur, nifi UT DOCEANT?" Erafmni Epift. Ed. Lond. Fol. 662. I wish this were written in large characters over the door of the Theatre at Oxford, and the Senate Houfe at Cambridge. (c) Morolophos. i. e. Stultè fapiens-But more prefently of Dr. MOROSO. PHOS, the Man of Method.

(d) A learned and useful Profeffor of Natural Experimental Philofophy at Cambridge. See his Works.

(e) All the learned world know how Lord Monboddo believed, and still believes, that men had once tails depending from the gable end of their bodies, fuppofing them to go upon all fours.

(f) James Earle, Eiq. Senior Surgeon at St. Bartholomew's Hofpital, and Editor of the celebrated PERCIVAL POTT's Works. I have been informed that the notes which Mr. Earle has added are valuable; nor would I pafs in filence the treatifes he has given to the world in his own name, the refult of extenfive practice and obfervation.

(g)A young Surgeon of an accurate and philofophical spirit of investigation, from whole genius and labours I am led to think, that the medical art and natural fcience will hereafter receive great acceffions.

(b) The

With Symonds, and with Grafton's Duke (b) would vie,
A Dilettante in Divinity;

Af pecial clerk for method and for plan,
Through fcience by the alphabet he ran.
Prudent, as Newton, in domestick care,
With no Scriblerian (1) fcruples for his Heir,
He took, not e'en in thought inclip'd to rove,
A wife for regularity, not love.

A little architect in all his fchemes,
Some fay, he had a method in his dreams.
Three feffions in the House he daily toil'd,
In every plan, in every motion foil'd;
Till like grave Nicholls in pet he swore,
"I'll move myself; the Houfe I move no more ;"
Then penn'd to Pitt his monitory ftrain, (k)
As Murray, clear, and as fond Randolph, plain.

Refolv'd on ease, his travels were at home,
And Lum'fden (7) taught him to converse of Rome:
The arch Palladian and the Parian ftone

He lov'd, the pride of Chambers and of Soane. (m)
But late, by Carter's (n) holy pencil won,
Wyatt and Gothick berefy would fhun;

And

(b) The Duke of Grafton the Chancellor, and John Symonds, L.L. D. Profeffor of Modern Hiftory in the University of Cambridge, have both attracted the public attention by their various Hints and Obfervations on fubjects of Strip

ture.

(i) See the Memoirs of Martinus Scriblerus. Chap. 1. How Dr. Cornelius obferved all the rules given by the antients to those who defire to generate children of wit, which Dr. Morofophos magnanimously disregarded. He neither cared for the South or the Weft Wind.

(k) The three great, yet familiar, Letter-witers of the age are, John Nicholls, Efq. M. P. for Tregony, 1797. Sir James Murray (Pulteney) Secretary to the Duke of York in Germany, and the Rev. Dr. Randolph.-See "A Pair of Epiftles in verse, with notes: the first to the Rev. Dr. Randolph, &c." and edition, 1796. I recommend them to the general entertainment, and perhaps inftruction of the publick.

(1) That ingenious, accomplished, and very learned gentleman, ANDREW LUMISDEN, Esq. F.A.S. Edinb. has fince that time taught us all, in the moft agreeable scholar-like manner. See his "Remarks on the Antiquities of RoME and its Environs, being a claffical and topographical Survey of the Ruins of that celebrated City." 4to. 1797. It is a pleafing and moft judicious performance of a Gentleman who appears to have enjoyed the united advantages of foreign travel, ftudious leifure, and polite company.

(m) Two celebrated architects. The profeffional knowledge of Sir W. Chambers, Knight, (of mot beroick memory) was profound and fubftantial. - Mr. Soane has more fancy and airiness of defign, and is certainly a man of information and ingenuity. But he indulges himfelt a little too much in extravaganzas and whims. See the Bank.

(n) I am obliged for this information to a Fellow of the S. of Antiquaries.—

Mr.