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EPITAPH ON MRS. MAURICE

BY THE REV. MR. MAURICE, the Learned Author of "Indian Antiquities." ERENELY bright, in bridal fmiles array'd, The purple fpring its bloffom'd fweets difplay'd,

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While raptur'd fancy faw full many a year,
In blifs revolving, urge its gay career.
But, ah! how deep a gloom the kies o'er-
fpread!

How swift the dear delusive vifion filed!
Difeafe and pain the ling ring hours confume,
And fecret feed on youth's corroded bloom.
Ceas darethefongs that fill'd the nuptial grove,
The d..nce of pleasure in the how'r of love;
For Hymen's lamp, funereal torches glare,
And mournful dirges rend the midnight air.
O thou, whofe cheek, the rival of the rofe,
With all the flush of vernal beauty glows,
Whofepulfes,high, with youthful vigour bound,
The brightest fair in fashion's mazy round,
Approach with awe the mansions of the dead,
And, as the grave's drear bourn thy footsteps
tread,

Mark, 'midst these ravages of fate and time, Where worth lies bury'd in its lovelieft prime; Where youth's extinguish'd firesnolongerburn, And beauty fumbers in the mould'ring urn. Oh! panfe! and, bending o'er fair Stella's [doom!

tomb,

Mourn her hard lot, and read thy future
Soft lie he fod that shield, from wint❜ry rains
And blasting winds, my Stella's lov'd remains;
May angels guard the confecrated ground,
And flow's, as lovely, bloom for ever round.
Meek fufferer,-who, by nameless woes
opprefs'd,

The patience of th' expiring lamb poffefs'd,
When many a tedious moon thy fever'd veins
Throbb'd with the raging hectic's fiery pains,
Nor heav'd a figh, save that alone which bore
Triumphant Virtue to a happier shore,
Stella, whofe ftreaming eye ne'er ceas'd to
flow,
[woe,
When forrow pour'd the plaint of genuine
Whofe mind was pure as that unfully'd ray
That beams from Heav'n, and lights the orb
of day,-

Sweet be thy flumbers, on this moffy bed,
Tillthelaft trump fhall roufe the fleeping dead;
Then having nought from that dread blaft to

foar

[phere, Whofe echo fhall convulfe the crumbling In fairer beauty wake,-a heav'nly bride,And rife an Angel, who a Martyr died !

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What to thefe joyless hours can e'er belong Of Love's fweet extacy or Fancy's fire? What can awake the Bard's exulting fong, Or roufe the flumb'ring embers of defire ? Yes! at fome interval the Sun may rise,

And nature, fading, from her forrowscheer, Some rays, aufpicious, shoot across the skies Ere yet deceitful April can appear.

Thus brighter rofe the finiling ftar of morn, When the, my fair, my lovely friend, was born.

Mr. URBAN,

Lichfield Clofe, March 2. Send you the following little Jeu d' Elpris efcaped from the elegantly claffical pen of a Gentleman well known at Eton: I have attempted to put it into an English drefs: the merit of the Original may perhaps claim a place in your Magazine for its very humble companion, W. GROVE.

FESTIVOS inter calices ac poc'la tyrannus Palluit, in muro myftica figna videns, Depinxit quæ dira manus:-dum major in

Et circumferpit largior ufque nota. [horas Non tamen aut primus potorum, aut ultimus ille,

Fortè aliquando animum cretâ aut carbone Talia cui poterant fcripta ciere metum.

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Terruerit paries, lector amice, tuum. Nam mihi(confiteor faffoqueignofce) tabernæ i Adverfo infcriptæ pariete corda notæ Terribili monitu horrificant, interque bi bendum,

Excudit è tremula lapfa lagana manu. Scilicet hæc noftrum, fuspenso examine, lancem

Si vero portenta immotus talia cernas,
Scriptura et loculos arguit effe breves.
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THE WRITING ON THE WALL. In regal pomp the Tyrant fups, And, fearless, drains the hallow'd cups ; When, lo, his stagger'd fight appal The myftic letters on the wall, Which, as the hand terrific drew, Broad and more broad each moment grew, Yet not the first of topers he, Nor ftill perhaps the last may be, Whom certain kinds of mural writing Have fometimes been the cause of frighting, At least poor me, I freely own, They oft have into panics thrown, Dafh'd from my hand th' unfinish'd bowl, And almost harrow'd up my foul. Ee'n you, my friend, at midnight hour, Have felt, perchance, their chilling power; But, if unmov'd fuch fights you view, It does but prove the maxim true, That, try'd in judgement's fober fcales, 'Tis "weight of metal ftill prevails;" Whilft I, who ne'er in that abound, "Am in the balance wanting found.”

CHURCH

CHURCH AND KING,

A SONG.

Ture," Rule Britannia."
HILE o'er the bleeding corpfe of

WHIL France

Wild Anarchy exulting stands,
And temale fiends around her dance,

With fata! Lamp cords in their hands,
Chorus. We Britons ftill united fing,
Old England's Glory,—Church and King.
Poor France, whom bleffings cannot blefs,
By too much Liberty undone;
Defect is better than excefs,

For, having all-is having none.

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SENT то A LADY, INCLOSING
RING FOR HER MARRIAGE.
[YMPH, beware this glitt'ring charm,
Source of good, yet spring of harm;
Source of good where love refides,
Spring of harm where hate abides:
Source of every blifs below,
Spring of difcord, guilt, and woe.

Chorus-Let Britons then united fing, &c. Ere you truft this magic fpell,

True Freedom is a temp'rate treat,

Not favage mirth, not frantic noife;

'Tis the brifk pulfe's vital heat;

'Tis not the fever that deftroys.

Learn its potent virtues well;

Potent in the cause of evil,

Rings, you know, have rais'd the Devil!
And, true it is, this felf-fame way

Chorus -Let Brons then united fing, &e. Spirits are rais'd up every day.

The Gallic lilies droop and die,

Profan'd by many a patriot knave;
Her clubs command, her Nobles fly,

Her Church a Martyr-King a Slave*.
Chorus-While Britons till united fing, &c.
Yet, Faction's darling child,
Enjoys this fanguinary scene,
And celebrates, with tranfports wild,
The Wrongs, nif call'd the Rights, of Men.
Chorus. But Britons ftill united fing, &c.
Thy Puritanic fpleen affuage,

Polemic Priest! reftrain thine ire!
Nor with fuch idle, ideot, rage,

Against the Church thy Pop-guns fire!
Chorus.-For, Britons will united fing, &c.
Of Trajns of Powder preach no more!

Vain is thy force, and vain thy guile!
To Goo and Kings their Rights restore,
Nor HIM blafpheme, nor them revile!
Cher-For, Britons will united fing, &c.
While, pillow'd on his People's breast,
Our Sov'reign fleeps fecure, ferene,

Unhappy Louis knows no reft,

But mourns his more unhappy Queen.

But, taught by reafon, gentle maid,
Of Spirits, I think, you're not afraid:
Guiltless and undisturb'd you sleep,
Defving all the "valty deep :"
Boldly, then, ufe the Ring, fweet Coufin,
This mayn't call up above a dozen.
Romance would teach us to believe
Enchantment's Virtue's humble flave;
Since Virtue's felt in you we love,
'Tis yours its awful power to prove:
And to begin, tuppose, e. g.
You try its awful power on me.
Charm me with the joys of love,
Joys which reafon fhall approve,
Give me pleasures which shall last,
When youth and all its joys are past:
This perfect boon, O Goddefs, grant;
Give me yourself, 'tis all I want.

ΛΟΓΟΙ ΕΠΙΤΑΦΙΟΙ.
(Continued from p. 166.)

T. L.

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Publica fortunis jungere fata fuis

Chorus.—Let Britons then united fing, &. Spargere per lætas fegetes (vice numinis)

te finds his Palace a Bafile,

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For merely ftriving to be free

agros,

Vivere pro patriâ, pro patriâque mori,

Hæc vetuit magnis paupertas invida rebus :
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Chorus-Let Britons then united fing, &c. Splendida per medias diademata quærere

Go, democratic Demons, go!

In France your horrid banquet keep !
Feaft on degraded Prelates' woe,

And drink the tears that Monarchs weep!
Chorus.-While Britons ftill united fing, &c.
Our Church is built on Truth's firm Rock,
And marks each facrilegious hand,
In fpite of each electric shock,

The Heav'n-defended fteeples ftand.
Chorus-While Britonstrue united fing, &c.

*Louis, when this was written, was yet living

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Sanguine civili commaculare manus→→→
Fica loqui-miferè fimulare et diffimulare
Nulla pudicitiæ jura decora fequi-
Luxuriæque infame genus, faftuque tumentes,
Venali mufâ tollere ad aftra deos.

At procul à ftrepitu populi, infanoque tu、
multu,

Suaviter ante fuos confenuere focosBlandaque ducentes tranquillæ gaudia vitæ Extremum fati non metuêre diem.

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Abnormis fculptor commemorare ftudet; Et fpargit veterum divina oracula vatum Unde animus vitæ fpem melioris habet. Nec male-nam quis homo tam ferreus, ut queat auras

Linquere vitales, et fociale jubar, It dine ad mortis fedem, gelidumque fepulchrum,

Nulla retro fle&ens lumina, firmus eat? Nonne gemit moriens, et pectus quærit ami

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[nas? Pectus quærit amicum, humidulafque ge*Triftis enim et tenebrofa leves via ducit ad umbas,

Ni cor fupremo flagret amore DEI.

*The tranflator has here taken the liberty, for obvious reasons, to depart from the well-known ebfcurity of the orginal. G. (To be concluded in our next)

Occafioned by the Epitaph, inferted pp. 5, 6; and a Tronflation thereof, p. 165. EPIGRAM.

OOR VAN, with all his care and coft,
No mighty rarity can boat:

POOR

For, not the first of hufbauds he,
(Nor yet I ween the last may be,)
Who in the lottery of life,
Has had a Pickle for his wife.

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NEMO.

Burlefque Imitation of MILTON's famous Sonnet on the intended tack upon the Captain, or Colonel,

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« City," beginning «or Knight, in arms.” SONNET. Addrefs'd to the Militia Forces.

SERJEANT, or Corporal, renown'd in [feize,

arms,

Whofe party on fome lucklefs milk-pail If deeds of chivalry thy foul can pleafe, Guard it, and her who bears it fave from harms : [charms She can requite thee, for, thou know'ft, her May well repay fuch gentle acts as thefe; So fpread thy fame to Albion's circling feas, Through every Shire the flame of valour [bow'r : Lift not thine arm 'gainft beauty's fenceless The gallant Sturgeon bid his heroes fpare, The tempting hen-rooft from it's mimic tow'r [witching air When peep'd young Dolly: And the Of Sneak's all-blooming help-mate had the pow'r

warms.

To fave her husband's brow from ruin bare. NEMO.

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ON TAKING A SALMON.
WAS June the fecond, eighty-feven,
The morning mild, and juft eleven;
A foft and genial Wettern breeze
The water way'd, and way'd the trees;
When down to Uk I gaily trod,-
With winch and fly, and line and rod;
Admiring, view the lovely fcenes,
That life from woods, or hills, or plains,
Or guthing rills in sportive play,

As down the shelving rocks they tray;
While love-tun'd birds, on bush or wing,
In rural concert jocund fing.

But, when in view the rolling ftream
The Salmon's fav'rite haunts prochum,
Unheeded then the woods, the hills,
The birds, the plains, or gufhing rills:
O enjoy'd, with quicken'd step I move,
To meet the sport I fondly love.
Where Yangalth's fiver ftreamlet ends,
And with the Uk her beauty blends;
Delighted there, with dextrous art,
The whizzing line around I dart;
Now here, now there, with anxious mind,
Nor leave untry'd one stream behind;
When in tam'd Cambelt's pool at lait,
A rife-1 frike--I hook him fast.
Not with more joy the Sn peer,
Eyes his fat oxen or his deer;
O, peereis, when her bounty gives,
Or thote her charity relieves;
Nor Grips when he views his fiere,
And con's and counts it o'er and o'er;
Or Stella ft commenc'd a bride,
Trimm'd out in all her nuptial pride;
Than I to feel-O blfs divine!
A Salmon fund'ring at my line.
Sullen, at firft he finks to ground,
Or rolls in circles round and round;
Till, more intiam'd, he, plunging, fweeps,
And from the thallows feeks the deeps;
Then bends the rod, the winch then fings,
As down the ftream he headlong (prings;
But, turn'd with fiercer rage, he boils,
And trys indignant all his wiles;
Yet vainly tries, his courage flown,
And all his mighty powers gone,
I wind him up with perfect ease,
Or here, or there, or where I pleafe;
Till quite exhaufted now he grows,
And now his filver fides he thews;
Nor one faint effort more he tries,
But at my feet a captive lies;
His tail I grafp with eager hand,
And fwing, with joy, my prize on land.
J. H.

SONNET TO RATIONAL LIBERTY. On reading the horrid acts of the Paris Mcb, By Dr. MAVOR.

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EARER than life, than love more fweet,

Of every joy the fource, the zeft! Thee, LIBERTY! I fondly greet,

Thy genuine fpirit fires my breaft.

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more!

Here thall my tributary tear be shed,
In grateful memory of fo dear a head t.
But, hark!-what notes are floting on the
air

Notes, that divine Omnipotence declare,
Chaunted by "angels ever bright andfair
Surely the fenfe to Fancy's realms is flown,
My vifion dazzled, and my reafon gone!
No; gentle ftranger! this bright scene is true,
But not till now this fane fuch orgies knew;
This is the earthly manfion of delight,
Where every virtuous and religious rite
Has (with the heavenly fifterhood 9) a ode,
To waft, at unknown dates, the foul to God.
Fame! be this truth to diftant regions known,
That Charteris and Benevolence are one.

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* At Stanway house, the refidence of Lord Elcho, the new year was ushered in in a style truly conftitutional and loyal. Evening prayers were read in the great Gothic Hall, at 3 o'clock, by the Clergyman of the parish; and, at intervals, proper pfalms and hymns were fung, accompanied by the Hon. Mifs Charteris's, and Mifs Hamiltons, in a masterly and fcientific manner: the whole concluded with God fave the King, in which the congregation, ladies and gentlemen of the neighbourhood, joined with the trueft fpirit of loyalty, zeal, and fincere attachment, to our beloved and revered Sovereign. Lord Elcho then ordered ftrong beer, wine, &c. to be ferved to thofe prefent, and the King's health was cordially drunk. What added to the mufical performance was, the feven young ladies of the choir appeared in an elegant, white, rniform, drefs; with a neat coëffure, ornamented with a berried holly-fprig, and the like on the boom, in conformity to the feafon.

After a splendid and hofpitable dinner, the fête was concluded with a ball, where the Ladies were distinguished no loss by their grace and elegance in dancing than they had been admired for their skill and knowlege of mufic. The conclading Hallelujah, which would have done credit to the genius of Handel or Pergolefe, was the unfophifticated composition of Mifs Sufan Hamilton.

↑ Robert Tracy, Efq. the last poffeffor of that name. ‡'Tam chari capitis.' HORACE. || Out of Jeptha, capitally fung, by the four Hon. Mifs Charteris's and the three Mifs Hamiltons, previous to the fervice.

Che quella voce infin, al ciel gradita,
Sond in parole fi leggiadre et care,
Che penfar nol porta obisnon l'ba udita.

Faith, Hope, Charity.

PETRARCH.

AIR. "Ill-fated Queen!" it feems to say, "Thy forrows wash thy crimes away: "Thy fainted Lord ftill wears a crown. "Oh! hafte to share his pure renown. I come, bright Saint!--but if decreedDistracting thought! these babes must bleed, Together may we take our flight, To realms of peace, to realms of light. Refign'd, I hear the ruffian throng, Tumultuous rufh the court along; Refign'd, I fee the dæmon fcowl, That speaks departure to my foul. Relentless wretches, think not here The figh will end, or cease the tear: For, fighs fhall burft, and tears fhall flow, When diftant climes fhall hear our woe.

Another Translation of the fame, fung by Mrs.

CROUCH, at COVENT GARDEN.

SEE, A uftria's daughter, Gallia's Queen,
With haggar'd face and alter'd mien,
A captive wretch! unknown, unseen,
Amidft this fad Captivity!

My foes prevail! my friends are fled!
Thefe fuppliant hands to Heav'n I fpread;
Heav'n guard my unprotected head,
Amidst this fad Captivity!
When as my babes lie hush'd in fleep,
Their couch in briny tears I steep,
Hang o'er their lovely forms and weep,
Amidft this fad Captivity!
Victim of anguish and despair!
How grief has chang'd my flowing hair!
How wan my wafted cheek with care!

Amidft this fad Captivity!

Now fancy paints my murder'd lord!
I fee th' affaffin's blood-ftain'd fword!
The lifeless trunk!-the bofom gor'd!
Amidft this fad Captivity!
To thee, O king of kings! I cry;
To thee I raise the ftreaming eye!
And heave the penitential figh!
Amidft this fad Captivity!

Gay France is agarden, well cultur'd and hot,
Where beauty and elegance bloom'd in a pot.
Confin'd, prun'd, and propt, taught by art
how to shoot,
[at root.
And sweet, though enslav'd both at head and
Till the owners, unfkilful, admiring their
neighbours,

To copy the Forest apply'd their vain labours,
With rage for tranfplanting inflam'd their
[Shivers.
poor livers,
Clapp'd an oak in the pot, and fo burst it to

HORACE, BOOK IV. ODE X*, STILL cruel youth, poffeft of powerful

charms,

And clad in panoply of beauty's arms,
Soen fhall the pinnions of the paffing day
The gifts of Venus bear from pride away.
Thofe waving ringlets that adorn thy head
Muft fall-nor more the line of beauty (pread.
That florid colour, which outblooms the rofe,
Fades of its bluth, where the rough wrinkle
grows.

Then as the glafs thy alter'd form displays,
How vain the with to call back former days!
Yes! the cold bofom may with pattion burn,
But youth and beauty, fled, shall ne'er return.

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In their ribaldry, call me PLUMB-CAKE In the Paftry-cook bufinefs no rival I fear, Taste and try-you'll foon know whether WALTON be there. [fupply With fmall-beer, mix'd in batter, let others The Gentry and Tradesmen-such practice forn 1; [fize,

I've nought but what's genuine-look to their

Sent by a Lady to a Gentleman, of great Wit, They will melt in your mouth, and fwell

but licencious conversation.

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DIGNISSIME EDITOR,

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EDIS WALTON!

Non. Mar. 1703. TERSIONEM Epigrammatis Græcè fcripti, quæ memoratur p. 168, minus mendofam fuiffe confentaneum eft, fi typographus tuus accuratior fuiflet. Verfio eriam Anglicana ab interpretis exemplare dif crepat; 1. 9. pro verbo "he" leg. "ye." Autori interpres gratias agit, quoniam Sum ubi, &c. J. M. παιδεύει αὐτὸς ἐν ἐλίας P. S. Verà lectione "pulse" reftawi, in fine verfionis nunc lege:

The greater is the love you hold,
For fo rauch more your city's fold.

* See yol. LVI. P. 572.

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