An Epitaph in the Church-yard at Newington, in Ox fordshire. By WALLE r. HENRY DUNCH, ESQ. ERE lies the prop and glory of his race, HE Who, that no time his mem'ry may deface, His grateful wife under this speaking ftone, Sprung from an opulent and worthy line, As if all to him had been near allied. His curious youth would men and manners know, Nearer the fun, tho' they more civil feem, go. Revenge and luxury have their efteem, Which well obferving, he return'd with more The RIVAL BEAUTIES. THR From RUFIN US. HREE lovely nymphs, contending for the prize, Superior beauties heighten'd every grace, And feem'd to mark them of celeftial race. But I, who, blefs'd like Paris, fear'd his fall, Оп On the death of the Rev. Mr Eccles -- Author of "The Man of Feeling"---who was drowned in attempting to fave a youth in the river in Dolmead. 7HEN fuch the feelings of the human heart, WH Death might have held his sharp, unerring dart: Doth this thy kindness to us mortals prove, To murder him—who show'd fuch heavenly love? Relent *The Rev. Mr. Charles Eccles, who fell a facrifice to his humanity -was of a very refpectable family in the North of Ireland-and poflefled a confiderable fituation in the Church. He was the Author of "The Man of Feeling" and many other refpectable anonymous publications— he was about 30 years of age. His death was thus. He was walking in Dolmead Bath-and a youth in bathing had got out out of his depth-he ftrip'd off his coat and leaped into the river to fave him but the youth faftening improperly upon him, they funk together and were drowned. An inhuman moniter who lived hard by---refused admittance of the bodies, that the faculty wanted to recover to life. This Mr. P had been lately wounded, and narrowly escaped with life, which occafioned these lines. "Is there an heart-but muft dejection wear? "Is there an eye that can refift a tear? "E'en he, that Heaven's aufpicious hand reliev❜d, M. Relentless death-thy bitt'reft venom's sped, E. T. In obitam FRANCISCI FAWKES, M. A. F ESTIVUM fefto fi dant convivia cordi, Siquid mellifluum carmine musa, vale! Spirat at omnis amor, rident juvenilia læta, Smyrnæo dulci lachrymam linguamque dedifti; J. C. * Bioni. +Anglice vertebat et editurus erat Apollonii Rhodii Argonatica. Aliquot abhinc annis prodierant Interpretationes ejus Anacreontis, Sapphûs, Bionls, Mofchi, Mufæi, et Theocriti. ODE ODE to MEMORY. Go By W. Wo T Y. ODDESS! o'er me diffuse thy influence, Their brilliant wit, their folid fenfe, Thou parent of ability! Or fhall I fay, to dare the critic's blame, Whence in the fenate doth a Tully shine! Where long in dark repose they lay, In vain may Science with her pupil ftray Thro' ev'ry path in Learning's land Science may teach him to furvey, 'Tis thine to make him understand! To ftamp each image on his infant mind, ; And polish fair the draught his fancy had defign'd. VOL. I' R Bright |