Ꭺ Ꭰ A MICU M.

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PRIMUS ab Angliacis, Carolina Tyntus in oras,

Palladias artes fecum, cytharamque fonantem

Attulit; aft illi comites Parnaffido una
Adveniunt, autorque viæ confultus Apollo :-
Ille idem fparfos longè latéque colonos
Legibus in cœtus æquis, atque oppida cogit;
Hinc hominum molliri animos, hinc mercibus optis.
Crefcere divitias et furgere tecta deorum.
Talibus aufpiciis doctæ conduntur Athenæ,
Sic byrfa ingentem Didonis crevit in urbem
Carthago regum domitrix; fic aurea Roma
Orbe triumphato nitidum caput intulit aftris.

ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH..

TYNTE was the man who firft, from British fhore, Palladian arts to Carolina bore ;

His tuneful harp attending Muses strung,

And Phoebus' skill infpir'd the lays he fung.

Strong towers and palaces their rife began,
And liftening ftones to facred fabricks ran.

Juft laws were taught, and curious arts of peace,
And trade's brifk current flow'd with wealth's increase.
On fuch foundations learned Athens rofe;

So Dido's thong did Carthage first inclose :
So Rome was taught old Empires to fubdue,,
As Tynte creates and governs, now, the new.

* Major Tynte, Governor of Carolina.

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ULYSSES AND TIRESIAS.

ULYSSES.

TELL me, old Prophet, tell me how,
Eftate when funk, and pocket low,

What fubtle arts, what fecret ways,
May the defponding fortune raise ?
You laugh: thus Mifery is scorn'd!

TIRESIAS,

Sure 'tis enough, you are return'd · Home by your Wit, and view again Your Farm of Ithac, and Wife Pen.

ULYSSES.

Sage friend, whose word 's a law to me, -
My want and nakedness you fee:

The fparks, who made my wife fuch offers,
Have left me nothing in my coffers;

They 've kill'd my oxen, fheep, and geefe,

Eat

up my bacon and my cheese. Lineage and virtue, at this push, Without the gelt, 's not worth a rush

TIRESIASI

Why, not to mince the matter more,
You are averfe to being poor;
Therefore find out fome rich old cuff,
That never thinks he has enough:
Have you a Swan, a Turkey-pye,.
With Woodcocks, thither let them fly,.

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The First-fruits of your early Spring,

Not to the Gods, but to Him bring.
Though he a foundling Bastard be,
Convict of frequent perjury;

His hands with brother's blood imbrued,
By juftice for that crime pursued;
Never the wall, when afk'd, refufe,

Nor lofe your friend, to fave your fhoes.

ULYSSES.

'Twixt Damas and the kennel go!
Which is the filthieft of the two?
Before Troy-town it was not fo.
There with the beft I us'd to ftrive.

TIRESIAS.

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Why, by that means you 'll never thrive.

ULYSSES.

It will be very hard, that's true:
Yet I'll my generous mind fubdue.

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Tranflation from TASSO, CANTO III. SP. 3.

O when bold Mariners, whom hopes of ore Have urg'd to feek fome unfrequented shore : The fea grown high, and pole unknown, do find How falfe is every wave, and treacherous every wind If wish'd-for land fome happier fight defcries,

Distant huzzas, faluting clamours, rise:

Each ftrives to fhew his mate th' approaching bays
Forgets paff danger, and the tedious way.

From

From HESIOD.

WHEN Saturn reign'd in Heaven, his fubjects here Array'd with godly virtues did appear;

Care, Pain, Old Age, and Grief, were banifh'd far,
With all the dread of Laws and doubtful War:
But chearful Friendship, mix'd with Innocence,
Feafted their understanding and their sense;
Nature abounded with unenvied store,

Till their discreeteft wits could ask no more ;
And when, by fate, they came to breathe their last,
Diffolv'd in fleep their flitting vitals pass'd.
Then to much happier mansions they remov❜d,.
There prais'd their God, and were by him belov'd.

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O the God Thame, as through fome pond he glides,
Into the arms of wandering Iks flides :

His ftrength, her softness, in one bed combine,
And both with bands inextricable join.

Now no cœrulean Nymph, or Sea God, knows,.
Where Ifis, or where Thame, diftinctly flows;
But with a lafting charm they blend their stream,
Producing one imperial River THAME.

I waked, fpeaking thefe out of a Dream in the
Morning.

NATURE a thoufand ways complains,

A thousand words exprefs her pains :

But for her Laughter has but three,
And very fmall ones, HA, HA, HE!

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THE STUMBLING BLOCK.

FROM CLAUDIAN'S RUFINUS *.

WENTY conundrums have of late

TW

Been buzzing in my addle pate.

If earthly things are rul'd by Heaven,
Or matters go at fix and feven,

The coach without a coachman driven?
A pilot at the helm to guide,

Or the hip left to wind and tide ?
A great First Cause to be ador'd,

Or whether all 's a lottery-board ?
For when, in viewing Nature's face,
I fpy fo regular a grace!

So just a fymmetry of features,

From ftern to ftern, in all her creatures!

When on the boiftrous fea I think,
How 'tis confin'd like any fink!

How fummer, winter, fpring, and fall,
Dance round in fo exact a hawl!

How, like a chequer, day and night,

One 's mark'd with black, and one with white!
Quoth I, I ken it well from hence,

There's a prefiding influence!

Which won't permit the rambling stars
To fall together by the ears:
Which orders ftill the proper feafon
For hay and oats, and beans and peafen:

* See a ferious tranflation, above, p. 367.

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