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His breath-doors of life on a sudden were shut, Sour, unconcocted breath escapes my host,
Aud he died full as big as a Dorchester butt. The squawling child returns his milk and toast :
His body, when long in the ground it had lain,

Ye gods ! if such the pleasures of the stage, And time into clay had resolv'd it again,

I chuse to walk and visit Mrs. Page.
A potter found out in its corert so snug,
And with part of fat Toby he form'd this brown


ANPON AANPON. Now sacred to friendship, and mirth, and mild THANK YOU FOR NOTHING. So here's to my lovely sweet Nan of the Vale.


When cloudless skies, or Spring's soft season

Calls forth the citizens to take the air; [fair,
The landlord kindly asks his guests to dine
On well-corn'd beef, or pork's high-relish'd chine:

The season'd fraud succeeds, and soon or late Or all the spectacles to mend the sight

A shoal of gudgeons gobble up the bait. Devis'd by art for viewing objects right,

The savoury viands make them thirst the more, Those are most useful, which the prudent place Creating drought, and swelling out the score, High on the handle of the human face.

My landlord, faith! is not so kind, I think;
Some on the temples fix'em, I suppose,

He gives his victuals, but he sells his drink.
Lest they should seem to snuffle through the nose:
Some in one hand the single-convex hold,
But these are prigs asham'd of being old,
None are in news or politics so wise,

As he whose nose is saddled with his eyes ;
And if the taper tube regale his snout,

There's nought so secret but he'll smell it out.

TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN OF DR. HALLEY Should gammer Gurton leave these helps at home, Behold the regions of the Heavens survey'd ! To church with Bible 'tis in vain to come; The plainest sermon is the most perplext,

And this fair system in the balance weigh'd; Unless with care she double down the text.

Behold the law which (when in ruin hurlid Lo! how the parish clerk, with inany a hum,

God out of Chaos call'd the beauteous world) By turns now fits 'em to bis nose or thumb,

Th’ Almighty fix'd, when all things good he saw ! Methodically regular, as need

Behold the chaste, inviolable law ! By turns requires bim, or to sing, or read:

Before us now new scenes unfolded lie, His thumb then held them, if report says true,

And Heav'n appears expanded to the eye; When on the lovely lass he leer'd askew;

Th' illumin'd mind now sees distinctly clear With snow-white bosom bare, sweet-slumbering What power impels each planetary sphere. in her pew."

Thron'd in the centre glows the king of day, Those who see dimly may their eyes restore

And rules all nature with unbounded sway ; By adding two to what they had before;

Through the vast void his subject planets run, And he who would be deem'd profoundly wise

Whirl'd in their orbits by the regal Sun.
Must carry in his head, and in his pocketeyes. What course the dire tremendous comets steer

We know, nor wonder at their prone career;
Why silver Phæbe, meek-ey'd queen of night,
Now slackens, now precipitates her flight;

Why, scan'd by no astronomers of yore,

She yielded not to calculation's power;
Why the nodes' motions retrograde we call,

And why the apsides progressional.
To pay my duty to speet Mrs. Page,

Hence too we learn, with what proportion'd force A place was taken in the Stamford stage.

The Moon impels, erroneous in her course, Our coachman Dick, the shades of night to shun, The refluent main : as waves on waves succeed, Had yok'd his horses long before the Sun:

On the bleak beach they toss the sea-green weed, Disturb'd I start; and drowsy all the while,

Now bare the dangers of th' engulphing sand, Rise to be jolted may a weary mile;

Now swelling high roll foaming on the strand. On both sides squeez'd, how highly was I bless'd! What puzzling schoolmen sought so long in vain, Between two plump old women to be press'd! See cloud-dispelling Mathesis explain! A corporal fierce, a nurse and child that cried, O highly blest, to whom kind fate has given And a fat landlord fill'd the other side. [load Minds to expatiate in the fields of Heaven! Scarcé dawns the morning, ere the cumberous All doubts are clear’d, all errours done away, Rolls roughly-rumbling o'er the rugged road.

And truth breaks on them in a blaze of day. One old wife coughs, and wheezes in my ears, Awake, ye sons of men, arise! exclude Loud scolds the other, and the corporal swears;

Far from your breasts all low solicitude;
Learn bence the mind's etherial powers to trace,

Exalted high above the brutal race. * Alluding to a picture of Hogarth's, which

Ev'n those fam'd chiefs who human life refin'd ver; humourously describes a slumbering congregation.

By wholesome laws, the fathers of mankind;





Or they who first societies immurd
In cities, and from violence secur'd;

They who with Ceres' gifts the nations blest,
Or from the grape delicious nectar prest;
They who first taught the hieroglyphic style Jove saw the Hear'ns in glassy sphere exprest,
On smooth papyrus', native plant of Nile, And smiling, thus the pow'rs above addrest :
(For literary elements renown'd)

“At what bold tasks will man's presumption aim! And made the eye an arbiter of sound:

In this small globe he mocks the worldly frame. All these, though men of deathless fame, we find Lo! from my work the rival artist draws Have less advanc'd the good of human-kind : The heavenly motions, and great Nature's laws. Their schemes were founded on a narrower plan, Each star includes an animating soul, Replete with few emoluments to man.

And beauteous order regulates the whole. But now, admitted guests in Heav'n, we rove Through the bright zodiac yearly rolls the Sun,' Free and familiar in the realms above;

And inimic moons each month their courses run.
The wonders hidden deep in Earth below, Audacious Art thus lifts her crest on high,
And nature's laws, before conceal'd, we know. And deems she sways the empire of the sky,
Lend, lend your aid, ye bright superior powers, Salmoneus once fictitious lightning hurld:
That live embosom'd in Elysian bowers,

But here behold a counterfeited world!»
Lend your sweet voice to warble Newton's praise,
Who search'd out truth through all her mystic

Newton, by every favouring Muse inspir’d,

With all Apollo's radiations fir’d:
Newton, that reach'd th' insuperable line,
The nice barrier 'twixt human and divine.

On thy sweet lips the bees in clusters hung,
And dropp'd Hyblæan honey on thy tongue:

For thee the Muses pluck’a Fierian flowers;

The Graces woo'd thee in sequester'd bowers. WHO NEVER WENT OUT OF THE SUBURBS OF

Ages to come shall celebrate thy name,

And Athens gather glory from thy fame. Blest who, content with what the country

yields, Lives in his own hereditary fields;

FRAGMENTS OF MENANDER: Who can with pleasure his past life behold; Whose roof paternal saw him young and old ; And as he tells his long adventures o'er,

Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit inspire, A stick supports him where he crawl'd before ;

The art of Terence, with Menander's fire, Who ne'er was tempted from his farm to fly,

POPE. And drink new streams beneath a foreign sky : No merchant, he, solicitous of gain, [main : Dreads not the storms that lash the sounding SOME ACCOUNT OF MENANDER. Nor suidier, fears the summons to the war ; Nor the hoarse clamours of the noisy bar.

Menander was born at Athens, the third year of Unskill'd in business, to the world unknown, the 109th Olympiad, 344 years before Christ, He ne'er beheld the next contiguous town;

and exhibited bis first comedy, according to Yet nobler objects to his views are given,

Meursius, the third of the 114th Olympiad, that is Fair flowery fields, and star-embellish'd Heaven. 324 years before our Saviour's time, being then He marks no change of consuls, but computes only twenty years of age. His introduction of Alternate seasons by alternate fruits;

the new comedy in a short time spread his fame Maturing autumns store of apples bring,

over the world; and his friendship was courted And flowerets are the luxury of spring.

by the kings of Egypt and Macedon. Of his His farm that catches first the Sun's bright ray, works, which amounted to upwards of an hundred Sees the last lustre of bis beams decay :

comedies, only a few fragments now remain. The passing hours erected columns show, Terence borrowed several plays from him; and And are his landmarks and his dials too.

it is from the character of the Roman, that most Yon spreading oak a little twig he knew,

inen now judge of the merit of the Grecian author. And the whole grove in his remembrance grew. We find the old masters of rhetoric recommendVerona's walls remote as India seem;

ing his works as the true standard of beauty, Benacus is th' Arabian Gulph to him.

containing every grace of public speaking. QuinYet health three ages lengthens out his span, tilian declares, that a careful imitation of MeAnd grandsons hail the vigorous old man. nander only will satisfy all the rules he has laid Let others vainly sail from shore to shore, down in his institutions. It is in Menander that Their joys are fewer, and their labours more. he would have his orator search for a copiousness

of invention, for a happy elegance of expression, 1 An Egyptian plant, growing in the marshy and especially for an universal genius, able to places near the banks of the Nile, on the leaves accommodate itself naturally, to all persons, of which the antients used to write.

things, and affections.




His wonderful talent at expressing nature, in

THE MISERIES OF OLD-AGE." every cordition, and under every circumstance of lite, has always n.ade the noblest part of his Him, Parmeno, I deem the happiest man, character, which gare occasion to Aristophanes Who having once survey'd great Nature's plan, the yram marian to ask this genteel question ; 1 bis beauteous system, this stupendons frame, Ο Μενανδρε, και Βιε, Ποτερος αρ υμων ποτερον | Soon to that place retires from whence he canie. Ini dilansato? O Menander and Nature, which of This common Sun, the stars, the strcansthat flow, you have imitated the other? Julius Ca sar has The clouds that darken, and the fires that glow; Jeft us the nollest, as well as the justest praise of These shall be always present to thy view, Menander's works, wlen addressing himseif in a Whether thou liv'st an hundred years, or few; compliment to Terence, he calls bim, Dimidiate And nobler works, or wrought with better skill, Menander, Half-Menander. He died in the None ever yet biheld, or ever will. third year of the 122nd Olympiad, 292 years he

This life on Earth, these scenes to man assign'd, fore Christ, being fifty-two years of age.

Suppose a mighty concourse of mankind,
Where all contrive to trifle time away
In business, bustle, villany, or play:
If first this ion you quit, a transient guest,

You'll pay but little, and you'll fare the best : Serve then the great first cause whence nature

Go then equipt, nor fear the stroke of fate,

You'll travel free from envy and from hate, springs, Th’almighty Sie, th' eternal King of kings;

But lingering guests, who longer being crave,

Must sink at last with sorrow to the grave: Who gave us being, and who gives us food,

For antient men experience wants and woes
Lord of all life, and author of all good.

From friends departing or surviving foes.
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• The late ingenious and learned 1. Hawkins Browne, esq. has translated and interworen this fine fragment into bis excellent poem De Ánimi

Immortalitate, book the first. Ficut not with God, nor thwart his wiser will, (Contending serves to aggravate an ill,)

Quocirca ille inibi felix vixisse videtur, But bravely bear those ills he's pleas'u to send ;/

Qui postquam aspexit mundi solenne theatrum Why should we blame the laws we cannot mend?

Æquo animo, hunc solem, et terras, mare, nubila,

et igrem;
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Protinus unde abuji, satur ut conviva remigrat.
Nempe hæc, seu centum vivendo conteris annos,

Seu paucos numeras, eadem redeuntia cemes;

Hisque nihil melius,nibil atque recentius unquam W uoe'er approaches to the Lord of all,

Omne adco in terris agitur quod tempus, habeto And with his offerings desolates the stall;

Ut commune forum ; peregre vel euntibus amWho brings an hundred bulls with garlands drest,

plum The purple mantle, or the golden vest,

Hospitium, temerè fluitans ubi vita moratur, Or ivory figures richly wrought around,

Mille inter nugas jactata, negotia mille. Or curious images with emeralds crown'd; Qui prior abscedit, portum prior occupat ; Eja! And hopes with these God's favour to obtain, Collige vela citus, ne fortè viatica desint. His thoughts are foolish, and his hopes are vain, Quid cessas? subeunt morbique et acerba tuorum He, only be may trust his pray’rs will rise, . Funera, et insidiis circùm undique septa senecAnd Heav'n accept his grateful sacrifice, Whu kads beneficent a virtuous life,

Perhaps the reader will not be displeased to Who wrongs no virgin, who corrupts no wife;

see Mr. Soanie Jennyn's stranslation of the above No robber he, no murderer of mankind, No iniser, servant to the sordid mind.

passage quoted from Mr. Browne's Immortality.

To me most happy therefore he appears,
Dare to be just, my Pamphilus, disdain
The smallest trifletor the gieatest gain:

Who having once, unmov'd by hopes or fears, For God is nigh thee, and his purer sight

Survey'd this sun, earth, ocean, clouds, and flame,

Well satisfy'd returns from whence he came. In acts of goodness only takes delight:

Is life a hundred years, or e'er so few, I!e teeds ihe labourer for his honest toil,

'Tis repetition all, and nothing new: And heaps bis substance as he turns the soil.

A fair, where thousands meet, but none can stay, Tuhim then bumbly pay the riies divine,

An inn, where travellers bait, then post away: And rot in garments, but in goodness shine. Caldess of conscience thou may'st safely sleep,

A sea, where man perpetually is tost,

Now plung'd wbusiness, now in trifles lost : Tough thunder bellow through the boundless

Who leave it first, the peaceful port first gain; deep.

Hold then! no farther lanch into the main :
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Contract your sails; life nothing can bestow

By long continuance, but continued soe: * The figures at the bottom of each frag

The wreichee privilege daily to deplore ment refer to the page in Le-Clerc's edition,

The funerais vi vur friends, who go before: where the original is to be found.

Diseases, pains, anxieties, and cares,
And age surrounded with a thousand spares.

Dodsley's Collection, vol. vi.


He dies not well, who bending into age,

MAN UNITAPPY, COMPARED WITH OTHER Droops under years, and tottering quits the

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If to my choice indulgent Heav'n would give,
This life worn out, another life to life,

And say, “Partake what form delights thee best,

Be man again, again with reason blest;

Assume the horse's strength, the sheep's warm Cease, if you love me, mother, cease to trace

coat, Our long extraction to an antient race; ;

Bark in the dog, or wanton in the goat ; 'Tis theirs alone who boast no inbred worth

For this is fate's immutable decree, To found their claim of hunour on their birth,

And one more being is reserv'd for thee:" And strive their want of virtue to supply

To bounteous Heav'n I'd thus prefer my prayer; With glory borrow'd from old ancestry.

“O let not reason's lamp be lighted here ! That all had ancestors the proof you give,

Make me not man; his only partial race When you admit, that all have liv’d, or live:

Hulds vice in credit, virtue in disgrace. If thousands find it difficult to trace (place)

The steed victorious in the rapid course (Through lack of friends, or luckless change of

Eats food more dainty than the sluggish horse : In whose pure veins their streams of kindred ran,

Is there a dog, distinguish'd for his smell? Are they less noble than the few that can?

No common dog will ever fare so well: The poorest tenant of the Libyan wild,

The gallant cock that boasts heroic blood, Whose life is pure, whose thoughts are undefild,

Rakes not in dirty dunghills for his food; In titled ranks may claim the first degree,

And should he strut among the feather'd crew, For virtue only is nobility:

Each conscious brother pays him honour due.
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Man, tho' of each accomplishment possest,
Renown'd for valour, and with virtue blest,

Gains from the heedless world no due regard,

His worth no praise, his valour no reward : An ancient sage', which some perhaps think odd, While fawning flatterers bask in fortune's ray, Asserts that every element's a gud;

Knaves that detract, and villains that betray. A god this earth, where vivid verdure grows; 'Tis better far thro'any forın to pass, A god the fire that burns, the breeze that To crawl a reptile, or to drudge an ass, blows;

Than see base miscreants, guilt's abandon'dcrew,
The silver streams that thro' the vallies stray, Enjoy those honours that are virtue's due.”
The stars that shine by night, the Sun by day.

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But I this plain, this certain maxim hold,
“ There's no propitious deity but gold :"
Safe in thy house this splendid god inshrine,

And all the blessings of the world are thine ;

To know the origin from whence you came, The grand retinue, and the burnish'd plate,

And the frail fashion of this human frame, The pompous villa, and the medial great ;

Pause o'er those monuments with pensive eye, Gold can buy friends, or soften rigid laws,

Where purpled tyrants, proud oppressors lie; And bias every witness to your cause :

All who could boast wealth, wisdom, beauty,birth, Spare not expense-give largely, and 'tis odds

Here meet, and mingle with one cominon carth: But mighty gold will bribe the very gods.

Yet these no bright accomplisbinents could save Page 249.

From fate's dread sentence to the gloomy

grave :

There while you read the frailty of your frame, THE MISERY AND FOLLY OF MAN.

Learn from what vile original you came.
LORD of creation, man--come, a! things see

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Exceed in happiness and wisdom thee.
Behold yon ass, to whoin thy partial race
Gives in the world of life the lowest place:
Thou call'st hin wretched, and I grant him so,

How sweet and pleasant to a man enclued
But not from self bis pitied sufferings now;
Beneath stern nature's load the wretch may

With moral goodness, is deep solitude ?

Pensive to rove, not meditating harm, groan,

And live in affluence at his country farmn.' Yet wisely still adds nothing of his own :

For in large cities where the many bide, But man,

alas! besides his natural share, Makes half those evils he repines to bear.

Self-cankering envy dwells, and high-blown pride.

There luli'd in all the luxury of ease, Does any sneezer? grief turns the hearers pale; They live at large, licentious as they please; We burn with anger if the world should rail:

Yet soon these pleasures pall, and quick decay, Unlucky dreams with terrour fill the soul;;

Like the light blaze that crackling dies away. We tremble at the hooting of an owl :

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By contests, prejudices, pride, and law,
Conumber'd evils on ourselves we draw.
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• Sneezing was sometimes reckoned an ill Sure sorrows are to bumun-kind ally'd :

They reiga where fortune pours ber golden tide ;



Besiege the son of glory's splendid door,

Grow grcy and old together with the poor.

Say not, Oman! for it becomes thee not,
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This evil shall not happen to my lot.

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No good in life the race of men can see,
Spring from one rrot, as branches from the tree;
But near the good we find the evil still,
And frequent good arises out of ill.

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As gold more splendid from the fire appears, Thus friendship brightens by the length of years.

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Mirt with all good full many ills we find,
But no one bliss to gratify the mind;

Au! dreadful state of soul-consuming woe,
If more of good than ill the gods have giren, Which tyrants, proud oppressors, undergo!
Pleas'd let us bless the bounteous hand of Hea- Not all their power, ror riches, can bestow

One heart-felt pleasure which the meanest know. Page 30.

What torinents then must curse their guilty

Who live immur'd in citarlels and towers ?

Who think, mistrustful of their menial band, Whate'er offends thee, care, or grief, or strise, Such chastisements the gods for those ordain

Each slave conceals a dagger in his hand !
Drive far away beyond the verge of life :
For here, alas! we little time posses,

Who uncontrol'd despotically reign.
And every sorrow makes that little less

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Who dares with wrongs the needy to pursue, Where'er the sacred rays of reason shine, Is base, nor base alone, but foolish too. There dwells the god that utters truths divine. What thoughtless pride to spurn that humble Page 22.

state, Which chance may make his own unpitied fate?

Though now he boasts his heaps of golden store, THE MAN OP REASON.

Soon may those fail, and he be rich no more; IN human nature nothing can excel

The streams of fortune, never at a stay, The man that regulates and reasons well;

Oft change their course, and quickly glide away. To show good sense and order in a thing,

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Denotes the chief, the counsellor, the king:
J'hese noble virtues nothing can exceed,
The man of reason is a man indeed.

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What can be weigh'd with riches in the scale?
They screen all vices with a golden veil.

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Brest are the wealthy who abound in sense,
Which gives a noble sanction to expense :
This, this should be the son of fortune's care,

The weight of wealth with equal mind to bear; The rich all happy I was wont to hold,
For riches oft deprare the human will,

Who never paid large usury for gold. And turn the bias of the mind to ill.

“ 'Those sons of fortune never sigh” (I said). Page 120.

“ Nor toss with anguish on their weary bed
But soft dissolving into balmy sleep,
Indulge sweet slumbers, while the needy weep:""

but now the great and opulent, I see,

Lament their lots, and mourn as well as we. Ix every state the good protection claim,

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Turs sacred truth print deeply on thy mind;
Fortune, and Fortune's votaries are blind,

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Him I esteem most virtuous of mankind,
Who bears offences with a patient !nind.

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