Arctica cum seņos regnavit Cynthia menses,

Dat fratri reduci septima luna vices.
Ast me perpetuis damnat sors dira tenebris,

Nullaque vel minimo sidere flamma micat..
Et neque (quod cæcis unum solet esse levamen)

Ipsa suam noctem mens miseranda videt.
Quin tenebras amat ipse suas; lucemque perosa,

Vertit in obscænæ noctis opaca diem
Nempe suas animo furata superbia flammas,

Nubilat obscuro lumina cæca peplo.
Nec sinit anibitio nitidum clarescere solem,

Fuscat et ingenuas idalis igne faces.
Heu, quoties subit illius mihi noctis imago,

Nox animo toties ingrait atra meo!
Sors oculis nostris melior, quibus ordine certo,

Alternas reparant Lunaque Solque vices!
Nam quid agat ratio, quid agat studiosa voluntas,

Quas habet, ut geminos mens peregrina duces?
Major habere oculos doler est, ubi non datur uti,

Quam, quibus retaris, non habuisse oculos.
Qui doleť oppressus lapsis velocius umbris,

Lætior aggreditur mane viator iter.
Sed nimis hæc longas tenebris nox prorogat horas,

Quae tibi mane negat cedere, Phæbe, diem,
Cum redit Arctos Titan vicinior axi,

Exultat reducis quisque videre jubar. Scilicet Auroræ gens vertitur omnis in ortus,

Quisque parat primus dicere, Phoebus adest!
Sic ego, sæpe oculos tenui sublimis Olympo,

Aspiciens, gemino qui jacet orbe, Polum.
Et dixi tam sæpe ; Nitesce, Nitescę, meus Sol!

Sol mihi tam non venerate dies !
Exorere, Exorere, et medios saltem exere vultas,

Vel scintille tui sola sat esse potest.

Si

Si quoque vel touti renuis mihi luminis usum,
Sufficiet vultus expetiisse tuos.

"Emblem I. of Book III. of Quarles. My soul hath desired thee in the night. ISAIAH XXVI. 6.

"Good God! What horrid darkness doth surround
My groping soul! how are my senses bound
In utter shades; and muffled from the light,
Lurk in the bosom of eternal night!

The bold-fac'd lamp of heaven can set and rise,
And with his morning glory fill the eyes

Of gazing mortals; his victorious ray

Can chase the shadows and restore the day:
Night's bashful empress, tho' she often wain,
As oft repents her darkness, primes again;
And with her circling horns doth re-embrace
Her brother's wealth, and orbs her silver face.
But, ah! my sun, deep swallow'd in his fall,
Is set, and cannot shine, nor rise at all:

My bankrupt wain can beg nor borrow light;
Alas! my darkness is perpetual night.

Falls have their risings; wainings have their primes,
And desperate sorrows wait their better times
Ebbs have their floods; and Autumns have their Springs;
All states have changes, hurried with the swings
Of chance and time, still riding to and fro:
Terrestrial bodies, and celestial too.

:

How often have I vainly grop'd about,
With lengthen'd arms, to find a passage out,
That I might catch those beams mine eye desires,
And bathe my soul in these celestial fires!
Like as the haggard, cloister'd in her mew,
To scour her downy robes, and to renew
Her broken flags, preparing t' overlook

The

The timorous mallard at the sliding brook,
Jets oft from perch to perch; from stock to ground,
From ground to window, thus surveying round
Her dove-befeathered prison, till at length
Calling her noble birth to mind, and strength
Whereto her wing was born, her ragged beak
Nips off her jangling jesses, strives to break
Her jingling fetters, and begins to bate
At every glimpse, and darts at every grate :
E'en so my weary soul, that long has beea
An iomate in this tenement of sin,
Lock'd up by cloud-brow'd error, which invites
My cloister'd thoughts to feed on black delights,
Now suns her shadows, and begins to dart
Her wing'd desires at thee, that only art
The sun she seeks, whose rising beams can fright
These dusky clouds that make so dark a night:
Shine forth, great glory, shine; that I may see,
Both how to loath myself, and honour thee:
But if my weakness force thee to deny
Thy fames, yet lend the twilight of thine eye!
If I must want those beams I wish, yet grant
That I at least may wish those beams I want.

Quarles died Sep. 8, 1644, æt. 52. A Relation of his Life and Death, by his widow, Ursula Quarles, was prefixed to his Solomon's Recantation, 1645, 4to. and has been lately reprinted before the new edition* of his Judgment and Mercy for afflicted Souls, 1807,

8vo. accompanied by an excellent copy, by Freeman, from Marshall's print of him.*

ART. VII. Literary Epitaph

Inscribed on the monument of the Reverend William Bagshaw Stevens, in Repton church, Derbyshire. He died 1800. By Anna Seward.

"Reader, if thee each sacred worth inspire,
The Patriot's ardor, and the Poet's fire,
Unsullied honour, Friendship's generous glow,
Sky-pointing hope, that smiles on finite woe,
Such Stevens was, and thy congenial tear
Drops on the Scholar, Bard, and Christian's bier.

III. Hadassa,

The following short notice may be here given of another publication of Quarles; "Divine Poems, revised and corrected, with Additions. By the Author, Fra. Quarles. Printed for John Marriott, in St. Dunstan's churchyard, Fleetstreet, 1630." On an engraved title-page, by T. Cecill, small 8vo. pp. 502. N. B. The printed title has the date 1633. It contains, J. A Feast for Wormes. II. Pentelogia, dated 1632. 1632. The running title is, "The Historie of Ester." IV. Job Militant, printed by Miles Flesher, 1632. V. The Historie of Samson. VI. Sion's Sonnets, sung by Solomon the King, and [eiphrased. VII. Sion's Elegies, wept by Jeremie the Prophet, and periphrased. VIII. An Alphabet of Elegies, upon the much and truly lamented death of that famous for learning, piety, and true friendship, Doctor Ailmer, a great favourer and fast friend to the Muses, and late Archdeacon of London. Imprinted in his heart that ever loves his memorie. Ob. Jan. 6th, 1625.

ART.

ART. VII. Literary Obituary. 1808. Dec. 5. Wm. Hawes, M. D, æt. 73. See Gent. Mag. Vol. LXXVIII. p. 1121.

Dec. 23. The Rev. John Brand, Rector of St. George's, Southwark, and Vicar of Wickham near Thwayte, Suffolk, distinguished as a profound mathematician; and deeply read in theology and history. There were indeed few topics in divinity and politics, that have of late years excited the public attention in which his pen was not employed. He was formerly of Caius College, Cambr, where he proceeded A. B. 1766; A. M. 1772, in which year he published Conscience, an ethical Essay, written for Seaton's prize, but sent too late. His pamphlet entitled The Alteration of the Constitution of the House of Commons, and the Inequality of the Land-tax, considered conjointly, 1793, 8vo. is a most able and profound tract. His pamphlet on the Price of Corn, as originating from the war, was in the highest degree perspicuous and conclusive. His skill in political arithnetic was indeed admirable, as may be sufficiently proved by some articles written by bim in the British Critic; particularly if I recollect a review of a financial pamphlet by Mr. W. Morgan. See some notice of him on this account under the article of Political Arithmelicians in the first Vol. of Cens. Lit. His living in the Borough was only last year increased to a considerable value; and death has deprived his family, consisting of eight orphan children, of this advantage.

Dec. 28. At Bath, in his 88th year, the Rev. John Duncan, D. D. forty-five years Rector of South Warnborough, near Odiham, Hants, author of a poetical Essay on Happiness, 1762, 8vo.; and of several single Sermons; and a writer of verses till towards the close of life. He was for. merly of St. John's College, Oxford, and in 1745 and 1746, Chaplain of the King's Own Regiment. He has left a son, a student of the Law. See an account of his ancestors in Kippis's Biogr. Brit.

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