And in his manhood to his native land

Returning, spent a life of usefulness
In his laborious youth's profound pursuits
Of science practical, and in the plain
Habits by puritanic Calvin nurs'd.

But he was wise and virtuous,—and, exempt

From pride aristocratic, wide secur'd

Love and respect, though sometimes intermingled With scorn dealt out by brother-peers, who thought

Their ermine soil'd by puritanic manners.

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So PITT, his near alliance, though himself

Of manners plain and simple, and absorb'd

In intellect, yet deem'd : nor would allow
The politics of a minute republic
Well suited to a mighty kingdom's state:
And surely wise and undeniable

Was the great Minister's judgment: for the rule
Of human beings lies upon the heart;

And not in dry deductions from the mechanism
Of reason plied to abstract sciences :-

And the mere reasoner is a man who sees

A distance short-nay shortest, while the lamp

Of bright imagination, that has insight

Of the dark passions working in man's bosom,
And has sagacity and judicious choice,
Alone can lay profound designs, adapted
For government of man's mysterious character.
Thus Burke,--of politicians of his age
The nearest inspiration,-thought: and thus
Immortal Bacon, the bright luminary

Of science!-Thus endow'd have ever been
The mighty statesmen of the world: thus Buckhurst,
Clarendon, Somers, St. John, Pulteney, Carteret,
And Chatham, high and bright above the highest.
Thus Canning, latest dead, and most deplor'd
In days of utmost need;-since which the glory
Of Britain's radiant countenance has paled
Her beams in darkness to the rival eye
Of Europe, envious then, triumphant now,
And most insulting! But a little while,
And proudly shall she raise her head again,
And bid defiance to her enemies!

But I am once more wandring,-ever flying
Back to those native soils, which scarcely man
Could ever from his bosom's depths eradicate ;
However like a stepmother she acted!

Geneva, cherish'd, lov'd, admir'd Geneva,

I will resume thy tales gain, and bring

Thy worthies back to view! Here the learn'd stock Of STEPHENS half a century pursued

Their most enlightened toils, and hence sent forth The stores of ancient literature, to teach

Reviving taste, and those enlighten'd strains,

Whether in verse or prose, which Greece and Rome
Had once instructed, and adorn'd the world with;

And which for long long centuries inhum'd
In monkish cells unnotic'd, now came forth
By late-discover'd printing's aid, (decipher'd
By erudition never rival'd since,)

To the film-clear'd, and sharp enraptured eye

Of Learning's sons, in types correctly plac'd,

Text clear, and notes and comments, keen, profound,
The fruits of talent, sedulously bent,
And ardent deep research, incessantly
Pursued, and never weary.-Son to son
The erudite and happy zeal descended,
In generations more than I can count :
But in thy pages, classical Maittaire,
The story may be found; and he who reads
And feels no interest, is but a clown
With a clod heart and head of barren wood.

Here Henry thou, of this Stephensian race
The third, but not the last,—didst carry on
Thy erudite and most wreath-worthy works
In moody humour, thou thyself a wit

Of most capricious hues, sometimes in joy,
But oftner in dark clouds and heart-consuming
Adversity and sometimes with thy brain

:

Disorder'd by the troubles, and the restless
Emotions of thine ever-busy spirit!

Then Casaubon, perchance by thine alliance
Prompted, his days of unrelenting study
Gave to pursuits congenial; and his name,
And the ripe fruits of his assiduous culture,
Live as of yesterday. Again my theme
Leads me to native regions: England's Monarch
Attracted by his learned reputation,

Hence drew him, in the splendor of the throne
Of Britain, recompence and patronage

To seek; and thus the son, part-heritor

Of his paternal arts, was plac'd a canon
In Dorovernium's magnificent

Structure, where Becket's archiepiscopal

Blood purples yet the church's sacred stone,
And,neighbouring Ickham, thou,whence last my sickly
Frame I transported hither, didst receive

The learned critic for thy church's pastor!

Hence, Stanley, thou of Greek celebrity,

Perchance thine Eschylusian notes and comments
In part mightst draw, for Casaubon in ties
Of social vicinage might oft enjoy
Thy conversation, where in bonds of union
The travel'd and poetic Sandys, and Digges,
Of fame historic in the civil broils

Of those unhappy days, and many a name,
In registers of learning yet preserv'd,
Liv'd in alliance and kind neighbourhood:
And thy descendants, Meric, yet remain
In Durovernium's walls, and in its province !
Thus ever have thy sympathies and ties
Of blood and friendship, O Geneva, been
With England's children! Nor is Ickham's hamlet,
Its ivied towers, and its rude antique rectory,
And thy rich pastures, Lee, now first connected
With the broad Lake, where mountainous Mont-Blanc
Daily in majesty among the clouds

Smiles, or frowns over the assembled torrents
By Alpine fountains fed, and sends its waters
By the circuitous Arve's impetuous channels
To join the Rhone, that through the narrow gorge

Of Alps and Jura met, in purple stain'd,

Bursts with a fearful roar!-Yet distant countries
Not then, as now, communication held
By beaten tracks, and all the luxuries
Of easy transit, while the missive charge
Of the pen's register'd mirror of the mind
Was slow and interrupted. Nations now
Mingle almost as brothers of the same
Stock, education, habits, morals, feelings!
Voltaire! I hear thy spirit vain reproach me,
That I so long have thy proud name delay'd!
Close to my window lies thine ancient haunt
O'erlooking the blue waters, and the towers
And cluster'd roofs of old Geneva's town,
Once princely and imperial, now to other
Glory political aspiring!—Here
By appellation known, that well befits
The purposes it sought, (for les Delices

'Twas call'd, and still is call'd,) the accomplish'd Bard
His captivating lures to the sour temper
Of puritanic strictness dar'd display.
Here the world by the drama's mirror he
And all th' attractions of Parisian gaiety
Shew'd! till th'insulted government assuming
Its proper force, to Ferney's French domains
Expell'd him! "Tis a perilous adventure
To draw the portrait of a genius, whom
The world has for a century endeavour'd
With all the force of critical acumen
To paint in his true colours; who e'en now