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"that place, who by these late distractions & ** discontinuance of the Assizes is threatened by "the Attorneys & some other Officers now in ** place in those Countyes to be putt off from ** the employment & receivinge of the pro"fitts of that Office, the rest accountable unto "the psent Estate, for the rent reserved upon ** the Patent, & (at this instant) cal'd upon for "the arrears of 4 years rents, wherein, for "want of Circuits and peaceable times, there "hath been little profit, & yeat forced to give "satisfaction to the Committee for the Revenue, ** & all this under a ptext that this shold be a "grievance in those two Countyes wch both ** you (and myself too upon some remembrance "of the course heretofore) doe know to be no "grievance but a constant & settled Revenue to "the Crowne in all England, in the Dutchye ** of Lancaster & the several Countyes of North "Wales & South Wales.
"My humble suyte therefore to you on the "behalfe of my Landlord Sir Rd Wynne & his ** Assignee is this, that he maye, by your fa"voure, proceede peaceably in the execution of "his Office (wch he hath under both the "Greate Seale of England & the Seale of the "Chamberlayne of that Countye Palatyne) until "such time as by any complaynt before the most
the Poet? Who but Michael Angelo could have pourtrayed the gigantic ideas of Dante?
The following lines were addressed to Mr. Fuscli on the subject of his " Gallery of Milton." They were sent to him soon after he had finished his celebrated picture of " the Conspiracy of "Catiline," and were printed in the European Magazine for January 1795.
TO HENRY FUSELI, ESQ. Rj A. QUEEN-ANN
Artist sublime! with every talent blest,
That Buonarota's ardent mind confest;
Whose magie colours, and whose varying line,
Embody things or human or divine;
See the vast esfort of thy mastering hand,
See impious Cat'linc's parricidal band,
By the lamp's tremulous sepulchral light,
Profane the sacred silence of the night;
To Hell's stern king their curs'd libations pour,
While the chas'd goblet foams with human gore:
See how, in fell and terrible array,
Their shining poignards they at once display;
Direly resolving, at their Chief's behest,
To sheath them only in their Country's breast.
Too well pourtray'd, the scene affects our fight
With indignation, horror, and affright.
Then quit these orgies, and with ardent view
Fam'd Angelo's advent'rous track pursue;
Like him extend thy* terrible career
Beyond the visible diurnal sphere:
* La Terrilil Via, applied by Agostino Caracci to Michael Angelo.
Burst Earth's strong barrier, seek th' abyss of Hells
Where fad despair and anguish ever dwell;
In glowing colours to our eyes disclose
The Monster Sin, the cause of all our woes;
To our appall'd and tortur'd fenses bring
Death's horrid image, Terror's baneful King;
And at the last, the solemn, dreadful hour,
We all may bless thy pencil's saving power;
Our danger from thy pious colours fee,
And owe eternity of bliss to thee.
Then to the Heav'n of Heav'ns ascend; pourtray
The wonders of th' effulgent realms of day;
Around thy pallet glorious tints diffuse,
Mix'd from th' eternal Arch's vivid hues;
With every grace of beauty and of form
Inspire thy mind, and thy rich fancy warm,
Cherub and Seraph, now, in ** burning row,"
Before the Throne of Heaven's high Monarch bow;
And tun'd to golden wires their voices raise,
In everlasting strains of rapt'rous praise.
Blest Commentator of our Nation's bard,
Admir'd with every reverence of regard,
Whose matchless Muse dares sing in strains sublime
"Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme I"
The Critic's painful efforts, cold and dead,
By slow degrees inform the cautious head;
Whilst thy effusions, like Heaven's rapid fire,
Dart thro' the heart, and kindred flames inspire,
And at one flash, to our astonish'd eyes
Objects of horror or delight arise.
Proceed, my friend, a Nation safely trust,
To merit splendidly and quickly just;
She the due tribute to thy toils shall pay,
And lavishly her gratitude display.