Ascending, then by downward tract convey'd,
Spouts into subject vessels, lovely clear.
As when a noontide sun, with summer beams,
Darts through a cloud, her wat'ry skirts are edg'd
With lucid amber, or undrossy gold :
So, and so richly, the purg'd liquid shines.

Now also, when the colds abate, nor yet
Full summer shines, a dubious season, close
In glass thy purer streams, and let them gain,
From due confinement, spirit, and flavor new.

For this intent, the subtle chymist seeds
Perpetual flames, whose unresisted force,
O'er sand, and ashes, and the stubborn flint
Prevailing, turns into a fusil sea,
That in his furnace bubbles sunny-red :
From hence a glowing drop with hollow'd steel
He takes, and by one efficacious breath
Dilates to a surprising cube, or sphere,
Or oval, and fit receptacles forms
For every liquid, with his plastic lungs,
To human life subservient; by his means
Ciders in metal frail improve: the Moyle,
And tasteful Pippin, in a moon's short year,
Acquire complete perfection : now they smoke
Transparent, sparkling in each drop, delight
Of curious palate, by fair virgins cravid.
But harsher fluids different lengths of time
Expect; thy flask will slowly mitigate
The Eliot's roughness. Stirom, firmest fruit,
Embottled (long as Priæmian Troy
Withstood the Greeks) endures, ere justly mild.
Soften'd by age, it youthful vigor gains.
Fallacious drink! ye honest men, beware,
Nor trust its smoothness; the third circling glass
Suffices virtue: but may hypocrites,
(That slyly speak one thing, another think,
Hateful as Hell) pleas'd with the relish weak,
Drink on unwarn'd, till by enchanting cups
Infatuate, they their wily thoughts disclose,
And through intemperance grow awhile sincere.

The farmer's toil is done ; his cades mature Now call for vent: his lands exhaust permit T' indulge awhile. Now solemn rites he pays To Bacchus, author of heari-cheering mirth. His honest friends, at thirsty hour of dusk, Come uninvited; he with bounieous hand Imparts his smoking vintage, sweet reward Of his own industry; the well-fraught bowl Circles incessant, whilst the humble cell With quavering laugh and rural jests resounds. Ease, and content, and undissembled love, Shine in each face; the thoughts of labor past Increase their joy : as, from retentive cage When sullen Philomel escapes, her notes She varies, and of past imprisonment Sweetly complains ; her liberty retriev'd Cheers her sad soul. improves her pleasing song. Gladsome they quaff, yet not exceed the bounds Of healthy temperance, nor encroach on night, Season of rest, but well bedew'd repair Each to his home, with unsupplanted feet. Ere Heaven's emblazon'd by the rosy dawn, Domestic cares awake them; brisk they rise, Refresh'd, and lively with the joys that flow From amicable talk, and moderato cups Sweetly interchang’d. The pining lover finds Present redress, and long oblivion drinks Of coy Lucinda. Give the debtor wine; His joys are short, and few; yet when he drinks, His dread retires, the flowing glasses add

Courage and mirth : magnificent in thought,
Imaginary riches he enjoys,
And in the gaol expatiates unconfin'd.

Nor can the poet Bacchus' praise indite,
Debarr'd his grape : the Muses still require
Humid regalement, nor will aught avail
Imploring Phæbus, with unmoisten'd lips.
Thus to the generous boule all incline,
By parching thirst allur'd : with vehement suns
When dusty Summer bakes the crumbling clods,
How pleasant is 't, beneath the twisted arch
Of a retreating bower, in mid-day's reign
To ply the sweet carouse, remote from noise,
Secur’d of feverish heats! When th' aged year
Inclines, and Boreas' spirit blusters frore,
Beware th' inclement Heavens ; now let thy hearth
Crackle with juiceless boughs; thy lingering blood
Now instigate with th' apple's powerful streams.
Perpetual showers, and stormy gusts, confine
The willing plowman, and December warns
To annual jollities; now sportive youth
Carol incondite rhymes, with suiting notes,

And quaver unharmonious; sturdy swains
In clean array for rustic dance prepare,
Mixt with the buxom damsels; hand in hand
They frisk and bound, and various mazes weave,
Shaking their brawny limbs, with uncouth mien,
Transported, and sometimes an oblique leer,
Dart on their loves, sometimes an hasty kiss
Steal from unwary lasses; they with scorn,

And neck reclin'd, resent the ravish'd bliss.
Meanwhile blind British bards with volant touch
Traverse loquacious strings, whose solemn notes
Provoke to harmless revels; these among,
A subtle artist stands, with wondrous bag
That bears imprison'd winds (of gentler sort
Than those, which erst Laertes' son inclos’d.)
Peaceful they sleep; but let the tuneful squeeze
Of laboring elbow rouse them, out they fly
Melodious, and with sprightly accents charm.
'Midst these disports, forget they not to drench
Themselves with bellying goblets; nor, when Spring
Returns, can they refuse to usher in
The fresh-born year with loud acclaim, and store
Of jovial draughts, now, when the sappy boughs
Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments
of future harvest. When the Gnossian crown
Leads on expected autumn, and the trees
Discharge their mellow burthens, let them thank
Boon Nature, that thus annually supplies
Their vaults, and with her former liquid gifts
Exhilarates their languid minds, within
The golden mean confin'd: beyond there's nought
Of health, or pleasure. Therefore, when thy heart

Dilates with servent joys, and eager soul Prompts to pursue the sparkling glass, be sure "Tis time to shun it; if thou wilt prolong

Dire compotation, forth with Reason quits
Her empire to confusion, and misrule,
And vain debates; then twenty tongues at once
Conspire in senseless jargon, nought is heard
But din, and various clamor, and mad rant:
Distrust, and jealousy, to these succeed,
And anger-kindling taunt, the certain bane
Of well-knit fellowship. Now horrid frays
Commence, the brimming glasses now are hurl'd

With dire intent; bottles with bottles clash
In rude encounter, round their temples fly
The sharp-edg'd fragments, down their batter'd


Mix'd gore and cider flow.

What shall we say Rejoice, O Albion! sever'd from the world Of rash Elpenor, who in evil hour

By Nature's wise indulgence, indigent Dried an immeasurable bowl, and thought

Of nothing from without; in one supreme
T'exhale his surfeit by irriguous sleep,

Entirely blest; and from beginning time
Imprudent? him Death's iron-sleep opprest, Design'd thus happy; but the fond desire
Descending careless from his couch; the fall Of rule and grandeur multiplied a race
Luxt his neck-joint, and spinal marrow bruis d. Of kings, and numerous sceptres introduc'd,
Nor need we tell what anxious cares attend Destructive of the public weal. For now
The turbulent mirth of wine ; nor all the kinds Each potentate, as wary fear, or strength,
Of maladies, that lead to Death's grim cave, Or emulation urg'd, his neighbor's bounds
Wrought by intemperance, joint-racking gout, Invades, and ampler territory seeks
Intestine stone, and pining atrophy,

With ruinous assault; on every plain
Chill even when the Sun with July heats

Host cop'd with host, dire was the din of war, Fries the scorch'd soil, and dropsy all afloat, And ceaseless, or short truce haply procur'd Yet craving liquids : nor the Centaurs' tale By havoc, and dismay, till jealousy Be here repeated ; how, with lust and wine Rais'd new combustion. Thus was peace in vain Inflam'd, they fought, and spilt their drunken souls Sought for by martial deeds, and conflict stern: At feasting hour. Ye heavenly Powers, that guard Till Edgar grateful as to those who pine The British isles, such dire events remove

A dismal half-year night, the orient beam Far from fair Albion, nor let civil broils

Of Phoebus' lamp) arose, and into one
Ferment from social cups : may we, reinote

Cemented all the long-contending powers.
From the hoarse, brazen sound of war, enjoy Pacific monarch! then her lovely head
Our humid products, and with seemly draughts Concord rear'd high, and all around diffus'd
Enkindle mirth, and hospitable love.

The spirit of love. At ease, the bards new-strung
Too oft, alas ! has mutual hatred drench'd Their silent harps, and taught the woods and vales,
Our swords in native blood; too oft has pride, In uncouth rhymes, to echo Edgar's name.
And hellish discord, and insatiate thirst

Then gladness smil'd in every eye; the years of others' rights, our quiet discompos'd.

Ran smoothly on, productive of a line
Have we forgot, how fell Destruction rag'd Of wise, heroic kings, that by just laws
Wide-spreading, when by Eris' torch incens'd Establish'd happiness at home, or crush'd
Our fathers warrd? what heroes, signaliz'd Insulting enemies in furthest climes.
For loyalty and prowess, met their fate

See lion-hearted Richard, with his force
Untimely, undeserv'd! how Bertie fell,

Drawn from the North, to Jewry’s hallow'd plains ! Compton, and Granville, dauntless sons of Mars, Piously valiant (like a torrent swellid Fit themes of endless grief, but that we view With wintry tempests, that disdains all mounds, Their virtues yet surviving in their race!

Breaking a way impetuous, and involves Can we forget, how the mad, headstrong rout Within its sweep, trees, houses, men) he press'd Defied their prince to arms, nor made account Amidst the thickest battle, and o'erthrew Of faith or duty, or allegiance sworn ?

Whate'er withstood his zealous rage: no pause, A postate, atheist rebels! bent to ill,

No stay of slaughter, found his vigorous arm, With seeming sanctity, and cover'd fraud,

But th' unbelieving squadrons turn’d to flight, Instillid by him, who first presum'd t' oppose Smote in the rear, and with dishonest wounds Omnipotence; alike their crime, th' event

Mangled behind. The Soldan, as he fled, Was not alike; these triumph'd, and in height Oft call'd on Allah, gnashing with despite Of barbarous malice, and insulting pride,

And shame, and murmur'd many an empty curse. Abstain'd not from imperial blood. O fact

Behold third Edward's streamers blazing high Unparallel'd! 0 Charles, 0 best of kings! On Gallia's hostile ground! his right withheld, What stars their black disastrous influence shed Awakens vengeance. O imprudent Gauls, On thy nativity, that thou shouldst fall

Relying on false hopes, thus to incense Thus, by inglorious hands, in this thy realm, The warlike English! One important day Supreme and innocent, adjudg'd to death

Shall teach you meaner thoughts. Eager of fight, By those thy mercy only would have sav'd! Fierce Brutus' offspring to the adverse front Yet was the Cider-land unstain’d with guilt; Advance resistless, and their deep array The Cider-land, obsequious still to thrones, With furious inroad pierce : the mighty force Abhorr'd such base disloyal deeds, and all Of Edward twice o'erturn'd their desperate king; Her pruning-hooks extended into swords,

Twice he arose, and join'd the horrid shock: Undaunted, to assert the trampled rights

The third time, with his wide-extended wings, Of monarchy: but, ah! successless she,

He fugitive declin'd superior strength, However faithful! then was no regard

Discomfited; pursued, in the sad chase Of right, or wrong. And this once-happy land, Ten thousand ignominious fall; with blood By homebred fury rent, long groan'd beneath The valleys float. Great Edward thus aveng'd, Tyrannic sway, till fair revolving years

With golden Iris his broad shield emboss'd. Our exil'd kings and liberty restor’d.

Thrice-glorious prince! whom Fame with all her Now we exult, by mighty Anna's care

tongues Secure at home, while she to foreign realms For ever shall resound. Yet from his loins Sends forth her dreadful legions, and restrains New authors of dissension spring : from him The rage of kings: here, nobly she supports Two branches, that in hosting long contend Justice oppressid ; here, her victorious arms For sov'reign sway; and can such anger dwell Quell the ambitious : from her band alone

In noblest minds ? But little now avail'd All Europe fears revenge, or hopes redress. 'The ties of friendship; every man, as led

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By inclination, or vain hope, repair’d

Peculiar ends, on each side resolute
To either camp, and breath'd immortal hate, To fly conjunction; neither fear, nor hope,
And dire revenge. Now horrid Slaughter reigns: Nor the sweet prospect of a mutual gain,
Sons against fathers tilt the fatal lance,

Could aught avail, till prudent Anna said,
Careless of duty, and their native grounds

Let there be union : straight with reverence lue Distain with kindred blood; the twanging bows To her command, they willingly unite, Send showers of shafis, that on their barbed points One in affection, laws and government, Alternate ruin bear. Here might you see

Indissolubly firm; from Dubris south, Earons, and peasants, on th' ernbattled field To northern Orcades, her long domain. Slain, or half-dead, in one huge, ghastly heap

And now, thus leagued by an eternal bond, Promiscuously amass'd. With dismal groans, What shall retard the Britons' bold designs, And ejulation, in the pangs of death

Or who sustain their force, in union knit, Some call for aid, neglected; some, o'erturn'd Sufficient to withstand the powers combin'd In the fierce shock, lie gasping, and expire, Of all this globe? At this important act Trampled by fiery coursers: Horror thus,

The Mauritanian and Cathaian kings And wild Uproar, and Desolation, reign'd

Already tremble, and th’unbaptiz'd Turk Unrespited. Ah! who at length will end

Dreads war from utmost Thule. Uncontrollid This long, pernicious fray? what man has Fate The British navy through the ocean vast Reserv'd for this great work ?-Hail, happy prince Shall wave her double cross, t' extremest climes or Tudor's race, whom in the womb of Time Terrific, and return with odorous spoils Cadwallador foresaw! thou, thou art he,

Of Araby well fraught, or Indus' wealth, Great Richmond Henry, that by nuptial rites Pearl, and barbaric gold: meanwhile the swains Must close the gates of Janus, and remove Shall unmolested reap what Plenty strows Destructive Discord. Now no more the drum From well-stor'd horn, rich grain, and timely fruits Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangor shrill The elder year, Pomona, pleas’d, shall deck Affrights the wives, or chills the virgins' blood; With ruby-tinctur’d births, whose liquid store But joy and pleasure open to the view

A bundant, nowing in well-blended streams, Uninterrupted! with presaging skill

The native shall applaud ; while glad they talk Thou to thy own unitest Fergus' line

Of baleful ills, caus'd by Bellona's wrath By wise alliance : from thee James descends, In other realms; where'er the British spread Heaven's chosen favorite, first Britannic king. Triumphant banners, or their fame has reach'd To him alone hereditary right

Diffusive, to the utmost bounds of this Gave power supreme; yet still some seeds remaind Wide universe, Silurian cider borne Of discontent: two nations under one,

Shall please all tastes, and triumph o'er the vine. In laws and interest diverse, still pursued


an estate.

Thomas PARNELL, an agreeable poet, was detention of rising to notice; but the change of the scended from an ancient family in Cheshire. His ministry at Queen Anne's death put an end to his father, who was attached to the cause of the Par- more brilliant prospects in the church. By means, liament in the civil wars of Charles I., withdrew to however, of Swift's recommendation to Archbishop Ireland after the Restoration, where he purchased King, he obtained a prebend, and the valuable

His eldest son, Thomas, was born at living of Finglass. Dublin, in 1679, and received his school education His domestic happiness received a severe shock in that city. At an early age he was removed to in 1712, by the death of his beloved wife; and it the college, where he was admitted to the degree was the effect on his spirits of this affliction, which of M A. in 1700, took deacon's orders in the same led him into such a habit of intemperance in wine, year, and was ordained priest three years after- as shortened his days. This, at least, is the gloss wards. In 1705 he was presented to the arch- put upon the circumstance by his historian, Gold. deaconry of Clogher, and about the same time smith, who represents him, "as in some measure a married a lady of great beauty and merit. He now martyr to conjugal fidelity.” But it can scarcely be began to make those frequent excursions to England, doubted, that this mode of life had already been in which the most desirable part of his life was formed when his very unequal spirits had required thenceforth spent. His first connexions were prin- the aid of a glass for his support. He died at Chescipally with the Whigs, at that time in power; and ter, on his way to Ireland, in July 1717, in the Addison, Congreve, and Steele, are named among thirty-eighth year of his age, and was buried in his chief companions. When, at the latter part of Trinity Church, in that city. Queen Anne's reign, the Tories were triumphant, Parnell was the author of several pieces, both in Parnell deserted his former friends, and associated prose and verse; but it is only by the latter that he with Swift, Pope, Gay, and Arbuthnot. Swist in- is now known. Of these a collection was published troduced him to Lord-Treasurer Harley; and, with by Pope, with a dedication to the Earl of Oxford. the dictatorial air which he was fond of assuming, Their characters are ease, sprightliness, fancy, clear. insisted upon the Treasurer's going with his staff in ness of language, and melody of versification; and his hand into the antichamber, where Parnell was though not ranking among the most finished producwaiting to welcome him. It is said of this poet, lions of the British muse, they claim a place among that every year, as soon as he had collected the the most pleasing. A large addition to these was rents of his estate, and the revenue of his benefices, made in a work printed in Dublin, in 1758, of he came over to England, and spent some months, which Dr. Johnson says, “I know not whence they living in an elegant style, and rather impairing than came, nor have ever inquired whither they are improving his fortune. At this time he was an as- going." siduous preacher in the London pulpits, with the in

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