OON as the evening veil'd the mountains heads,
And winds lay hush'd in fubterranean beds;
Whilft fickening flowers drink up the filver dew,
And beaux for fome affembly dress anew;
The city faints to prayers and play-house hafte;.
The rich to dinner, and the poor to rest :
Th' officious phantom then prepar'd with care
To slide on tender pinions through the air.
Oft' he attempts the fummit of a rock,
And off' the hollow of fome blasted oak;
At length approaching where bleak Envy lay;
The hiffing of her fnakes proclaim'd the way.
Beneath the gloomy covert of an yew,
That taints the grafs with fickly fweats of dew;
No verdant beauty entertains the fight,
But baneful hemlock, and cold aconite;
In a dark grot the baleful haggard lay,
Breathing black vengeance, and infecting day.
But how deform'd, and worn with spiteful woes,
'When Accius has applaufe, Dorfennus fhews.
The cheerful blood her meagre cheeks forfook,
And bafilisks sate brooding in her look ;
A bald and bloated toad-ftool rais'd her head;
The plumes of boding ravens were her bed :
From her chapp'd noftrils fcalding torrents fall,
And her funk eyes boil o'er in floods of gall.
Volcanos labour thus with inward pains,
Whilft feas of melted ore lay wafte the plains.
Around the fiend in hideous order fate
Foul bawling Infamy, and bold Debate;
Gruff Difcontent, through ignorance mif-led,
And clamorous Faction at her party's head;
Reftlefs Sedition ftill diffembling fear,
And fly Hypocrify with pious leer.
Glouting with fullen fpite the fury shook
Her clotted locks, and blafted with each look;
Then tore with canker'd teeth the pregnant fcrolls,
Where Fame the acts of demi-gods enrolls;
And, as the rent-records in pieces fell,
Each fcrap did fome immortal action tell.
'This fhow'd, how fix'd as fate Torquatus ftood,
That, the fam'd passage of the Granic flood;
The Julian eagles, here, their wings difplay,
And there, like fetting ftars, the Decii lay.;
This does Camillus as a God extol,
That points at Manlius in the capitol;
How Cocles did the Tiber's furges brave,
How Curtius plung'd into the gaping grave.
Great Cyrus, here, the Medes and Persians join,
And, there, th' immortal battle of the Boyne,
As the light, meffenger the fury spy'd,
Awhile his curdling blood forgot to glide:
Confufion on his fainting vitals hung,
And faltering accents flutter'd on his tongue:
At length, affuming courage, he convey'd
His errand, then he fhrunk into a shade.
The Hag lay long revolving what might be
The bleft event of fuch an embaffy:
Then blazons in dread smiles her hideous form;
So lightning gilds the unrelenting ftorm.
Then the alas! how long in vain have I
Aim'd at thefe noble ills the fates deny?
Within this ifle for ever muft I find
Difafters to diftract my restlefs mind?
Good Tenifon's celestial piety
At laft has rais'd him to the facred fee.
Somers does fickening equity reftore,
And helpless orphans are opprefs'd no more.
Pembroke to Britain endlefs bleffings brings;
He fpoke; and Peace clapp'd her triumphant wings. Great Ormond fhines illuftrioufly bright
With blazes of hereditary right.
The noble ardour of a royal fire
Infpires the generous breast of Devonshire.
And Macclesfield is active to defend
His country with the zeal he loves his friend.
Like Leda's radiant fons divinely clear,
Portland and Jerfey deck'd in rays appear,
To gild by turns the Gallic hemifphere,
Thus fhe-Mankind are bleft, they riot ftill
Unbounded in exorbitance of ill.
By devaftation the rough warrior gains,
And farmers fatten most when famine reigns;
For fickly feafons the phyficians wait,
And politicians thrive in broils of state
The Lover's eafy when the fair-one fighs,
And Gods fubfift not but by facrifice.
Each other being fome indulgence knows :
Few are my joys, but infinite my woes.
My prefent pain Britannia's genius wills,
-And thus the fates record my future ills.
A heroine fhall Albion's fceptre bear,
With arms fhall vanquish earth, and heaven with prayer.
: She on the world her clemency shall shower,
And only to preserve exert her power.
Tyrants fhall then their impious aims forbear,
And Blenheim's thunder more than Etna's fear.
Since by no arts I therefore can defeat
The happy enterprizes of the great,
I'll calmly stoop to more inferior things,
if my lov'd fnakes have teeth or ftings. She faid; and straight fhrill* Colon's perfon took, In morals loose, but most precife in look.
Worth in diftrefs is rais'd by Montague ;
Auguftus liftens if Mæcenas fue;
And Vernon's vigilance no flumber takes,
Whilft faction peeps abroad, and anarchy awakes.
Black-friars annals lately pleas'd to call
Him warden of Apothecaries-hall;
And, when fo dignify'd, did not forbear
That operation which the learn'd declare
Gives colics cafe, and makes the ladies fair.
In trifling fhow his tinfel talent lies;
And form the want of intellects fupplies.
In afpect grand and goodly he appears,
Rever'd as patriarchs in primæv al years.
Hourly his learn'd impertinence affords
A barren fuperfluity of words;
The patient's ears remorseless he affails,
Murders with jargon where his medicine fails.
The Fury thus affuming Colon's grace,
So flung her arms, fo fhuffl'd in her pace.
Onwards fhe haftens to the fam'd abodes,
Where Horoscope invokes th' infernal gods;
And reach'd the manfion where the vulgar run,
For ruin throng, and pay to be undone.
This vifionary various projects tries,
And knows, that to be rich is to be wife.
By useful obfervations he can tell
The facred charms that in true fterling dwell;
How gold makes a patrician of a flave,
A dwarf an Atlas, a Therfites brave.
In hafte he ftrides along, to recompenfe
The want of business with its vain pretence.
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