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And add his STRICTURES clever ; Rome's claffick band (q) to this shall yield, Tyb Gorge and Canynge keep the field,

And Rowley live for ever.

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Juvenal, Appollonius Rhodus, &c. &e. Hoelzline's Latin verfion' of the poet laft mentioned has been always confidered as more difficult to be understood than the original Greek; but Mr. Greene's English translation must be acknowledged by every reader to be infinitely more obfcure, and confequently (according to the doctrine of fome of our best modern writers) to be more fublime than either. His late STRICTURES on the Rowlean controverfy are fo admirable in this refpect, that they defervedly entitle the author to that rare encomium which a venerable English historian has bestowed on a contemporary writer: "He dealeth (fays Holinfhed) fo profoundlie and beyond all measure of skill, that neither he himselfe who made the booke, neither anie one that readeth it, can reach unto the meaning thereof."

(9) It would be uncandid not to acknowledge, that we are indebted to the Rev. Dr. Milles for this allufion. Speaking of the festive party of Canynge, Rowley, Sir Thybbotte (or as he is fometimes familiarly called, Tyb) Gorges, and Ifcamm, he fays, "When we view Canning accompanied with these three poets, whofe agreeable converfation he has celebrated in the ACCOUNT OF HIS FEAST, can we forbear drawing the parallel between this party and that of Mecenas, with his three friends, Virgil, Horace, and Varius, united by the fimilar ties of friendship, genius and poetry? The comparison will be much to the advantage of Mr. Canning, who not only equalled Mæcenas

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ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCESS AMELIA, JUNE 10, 1785.

AGAIN returns the happy day

Which gave AMELIA Birth ;
Then hafte begin the choral lay,
And fing her royal worth.

in liberality, and in the patronage of literature, but was also a better man and a fuperior poet."-Mr. Thomas Warton has very invidiously expreffed fome doubts concerning this latter affertion, erroneously imagining that none of Mæcenas's poetry is now extant; but we have been credibly informed, that the Dean of Exeter has a large cheft full of it in his poffeffon, which was procured from a monaftery in Italy for the ufe of the wellknown Doctor Schomberg, while he was writing the life of Mecenas, and obligingly transmitted by him to Dr. Milles, as foon as his work was published.—But to return to our subject: the above-mentioned party of Maifter Canynge, &c. muft indeed have been "moft worshipful fociety;" but furely even that reverend and auncyent company, as well as the chofen friends of the Roman Knight, must yield the palm of wit and feftivity to the three refpectable perfonages named in the text, with the addition of the fair, though frail, Lady W. to enliven the scene by her sportive allufions, and give a zeft to the mirth of their fympofium.

Hark!

Hark! to the foft, the fweetly flowing notes!
Methinks 'tis Clio tuning up the lyre,

So fmoothly thro' the air the mufic floats,
None but the mufe fo well can touch the wire.

Yes, yes, 'tis thou, angelic maid,
Whofe dulcet strains my ears pervade—
O! hither come, and with thee bring
Dews from the Caftalian spring,
And fhed them on thy votry's lays,
To fing in Virtue's highest praise
Touch the filent chords once more
With thy ear-entrancing pow'r ;
Till notes of ecftafy they found,
And vibrate thro' th' expanfe around.

Now again the heavenly mufic comes;
Enraptur'd now fhe fweeps the vocal strings;
Her strains a fofter harmony affumes,
While thus in good AMELIA's praise the fings.

Like to the vernal season, that revives
The vegetable glories of the world,
Which now diffuses free and uncontroll'd
Its genial influence on all that lives,
Her great beneficence unbounded flows;
Nor is the deaf to Pity's plaintive voice,
Her gentle nature melts at other's woes,

And bids the heart of indigence rejoice.

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To thee,

Celestial Charity!

Thou faireft image of Divinity! Our chearful homage must be ever due Who feeks to dry the orphan's tears, Who yields relief to fuff'ring years, To her what love fincere, what reverence we owe!

Yet fay, what other virtues fhine

Tranfcendantly confefs'd,

What juftice, mercy, grace divine,
Excelling, glows within AMELIA's breaft.

Firm as is the Andalufian rock,

Which Albion's prowefs won, and yet retains,
Her honour, facred as her truth remains
Impregnable to Envy's rudest shock.

But O! my mufe, forbear, nor 'tempt her praise,
Beyond thy utmost power to rehearse;
Her mind, exalted as her rank, receives
No added luftre from thy feeble verse.

Be gratitude alone thy lay, ́
Free from the ills that oft await
Attendant on the human state,

When haft'ning to life's clofing day,

VOL. II.

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May

May Heaven her valu'd years prolong
And when the tyrant Death
Shall feize her fleeting breath,
Unhurt remain her peaceful urn,
Till that great day begins to dawn,

When this fair globe shall melt away,

Nor fun, nor moon, nor stars, nor aught behind her

stay.

J. T.

EXTEMPORE ON THOUGHT.

BY THE SAME.

TELL me, my reason, what is Thought?
Its pow'r and active nature what ?
Airy phantom, ever fleeting;
E'er inconftant, always changing-
Deceitful often; unconfin'd;
True emblem of the liftlefs wind,
Whofe operation e'er must be
To man on earth a mystery -
Not even to th' Angelic race

Is given the attribute to trace,
Its various turnings, winding ways,
Its wond'rous and intricate maze —

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