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Praise is reproach. Eternal God alone

The kindred powers, Tethys, and reverend Ops, For mortals fixeth that sublime award.

And spotless Vesta; while supreme of sway He, from the faithful records of his throne, Remaind the cloud-compeller. From the couch Bids the historian and the bard

Of Tethys sprang the sedgy-crowned race, Dispose of honor and of scorn;

Who from a thousand urns, o'er every clime,
Discern the patriot from the slave;

Send tribute to their parent: and from them
And write the good, the wise, the brave Are ye, 0 Naiads: Arethusa fair,
For lessons to the multitude unborn.

And tuneful Aganippe; that sweet name,
Bandusia; that soft family which dwelt

With Syrian Daphne ; and the honor'd tribes
Belov'd of Pæon. Listen to my strain,

Daughters of Tethys: listen to your praise.
HYMN TO THE NAIADS.

You, Nymphs, the winged offspring, which of old 1746.

Aurora to divine Astræus bore,

Owns; and your aid beseecheth. When the might Argument.

Of Hyperion, from his noontide throne The nymphs, who preside over springs and rivulets, Unbends their languid pinions, aid from you are addressed at day-break, in honor of their They ask : Favonius and the mild South-west several functions, and of the relations which they From you relief implore. Your sallying streams bear to the natural and to the moral world. Their Fresh vigor to their weary wings impart. origin is deduced from the first allegorical deities, Again they fly, disporting; from the mead or powers of Nature; according to the doctrine of Half-ripen'd and the tender blades of corn, the old mythological poets, concerning the gene- To sweep the noxious mildew; or dispel ration of the gods and the rise of things. They Contagious steams, which oft the parched Earth are then successively considered, as giving motion Breathes on her fainting sons. From noon to eve, to the air and exciting summer-breezes; as nour. Along the river and the paved brook, ishing and beautifying the vegetable creation; as Ascend the cheersul breezes: hail'd of bards contributing to the fullness of navigable rivers, Who, fast by learned Cam, the Æolian lyre and consequently to the maintenance of com- Solicit; nor unwelcome to the youth merce; and, by that means, to the maritime part Who on the heights of Tibur, all inclin'd of military power. Next is represented their O'er rushing Anio, with a pious hand favorable influence upon health, when assisted by The reverend scene delineates, broken fanes, rural exercise : which introduces their connexion Or tombs, or pillar'd aqueducts, the pomp with the art of physic, and the happy effects of Of ancient Time; and baply, while he scans mineral medicinal springs. Lastly, they are cele. The ruins, with a silent tear revolves brated for the friendship which the Muses bear The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. them, and for the true inspiration which temper- You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid ance only can receive: in opposition to the en. The rural powers confess; and still prepare thusiasm of the more licentious poets.

For you their choicest treasures. Pan commands,

Oft as the Delian king with Sirius holds
O'er yonder eastern bill the twilight pale The central heavens, the father of the grove
Wolks forth from darkness ; and the god of day, Commands his Dryads over your abodes
With bright Astræa seated by his side,

To spread their deepest umbrage. Well the god Waits yet to leave the ocean. Tarry, Nymphs,

Remembereth how indulgent ye supplied Ye Nymphs, ye blue-ey'd progeny of Thames, Your genial dew's to nurse them in their prime. Who now the mazes of this rugged heath

Pales, the pasture's queen, where'er ye stray, Trace with your fleeting steps; who all night long Pursues your steps, delighted; and the path Repeat, amid the cool and tranquil air,

With living verdure clothes. Around your haunts Your lonely murmurs, tarry: and receive The laughing Chloris, with profusest hand, My offer'd lay. To pay you homage due, Throws wide her blooms, her odors. Still with you I leave the gates of Sleep; nor shall my lyre Pomona seeks to dwell: and o'er the lawns, Too far into the splendid hours of morn

And o'er the vale of Richmond, where with Thames Engage your audience: my observant hand Ye love to wander, Amalthea pours Shall close the strain ere any sultry beam

Well-pleas'd the wealth of that Ammonian horn, Approach you. To your subterranean haunts Her dower; unmindful of the fragrant isles Ye then may timely steal; to pace with care Nysæan or Allantic. Nor canst thou, The humid sands; to loosen from the soil

(Albeit oft, ungrateful, thou dost mock The bubbling sources; to direct the rills

The beverage of the sober Naiad's urn, To meet in wider channels; or beneath

O Bromius, O Lenean) nor canst thou Some grotto's dripping arch, at height of noon Disown the powers whose bounty, ill repaid, To slumber, shelter'd from the burning heaven. With nectar feeds thy tendrils. Yet from me,

Where shall my song begin, ye Nymphs? or end? Yet, blameless Nymphs, from my delighted lyre, Wide is your praise and copious-First of things, Accept the rites your bounty well may claim, First of the lonely powers, ere Time arose, Nor heed the scoffings of the Edonian band. Were Love and Chaos. Love the sire of Fate; For better praise awaits you. Thames, your sire, Elder than Chaos. Born of Fate was Time, As down the verdant slope your duteous rills Who many sons and many comely births

Descend, the tribute stately Thames receives, Devour'd, relentless father: till the child

Delighted; and your piety applauds ; of Rhea drove him from the upper sky

And bids his copious tide roll on secure, And quell'd his deadly might. Then social reign'a For faithful are his daughters; and with words

Auspicious gratulates the bark which, now Which wait on human life. Your gentle aid
His banks forsaking, her adventurous wings Hygeia well can witness; she who saves
Yields to the breeze, with Albion's happy gifts From poisonous cates and cups of pleasing bane
Extremest isles to bless. And oft at morn,

The wretch devoted to the entangling snares
When Hermes, from Olympus bent o'er Earth of Bacchus and of Comus. Him she leads
To bear the words of Jove, on yonder hill To Cynthia's lonely haunts. To spread the toils,
Stoops lightly-sailing; oft intent your springs To beat the coveris, with the jovial horn
He views : and waving o'er some new-born stream At dawn of day to summon the loud hounds,
His blest pacific wand, “ And yet," he cries, She calls the lingering sluggard from his dreams :
“Yel,” cries the son of Maia, “though recluse And where his breast may drink the mountain breeze,
And silent be your stores, from you, fair Nymphs, And where the fervor of the sunny vale
Flows wealth and kind society to men.

May beat upon his brow, through devious paths By you, my function and my honor'd name Beckons his rapid courser.

Nor when ease, Do I possess ; while o'er the Bætic vale,

Cool ease and welcome slumbers have becalm'd Or through the towers of Memphis, or the palms His eager bosom, does the queen of health By sacred Ganges water'd, I conduct

Her pleasing care withhold. His decent board The English merchant: with the buxom fleece She guards, presiding; and the frugal powers Of fertile Ariconium while I clothe

With joy sedate leads in: and while the brown Sarmalian kings; or to the household gods Ennean dame with Pan presents her stores; Or Syria, from the bleak Cornubian shore, While changing still, and comely in the change, Dispense the mineral treasure which of old Vertumnus and the Hours before him spread Sidonian pilots sought, when this fair land The garden's banquet; you to crown his seast, Was yet unconscious of those generous arts

To crown his feast, О Naiads, you the fair Which wise Phænicia from their native clime Hygeia calls: and from your shelving seats, Transplanted to a more indulgent Heaven." And groves of poplar, plenteous cups ye bring,

Such are the words of Hermes: such the praise, To slake his veins : till soon a purer tide O Naiads, which from tongues celestial waits Flows down those loaded channels; washeth off Your bounteous deeds. From bounty issueth power: The dregs of luxury, the lurking seeds And those who, sedulous in prudent works, Of crude disease ; and through the abodes of life Relieve the wants of nature, Jove repays

Sends vigor, sends repose. Hail, Naiads : hail, With noble wealth, and his own seat on Earth, Who give, to labor, health ; to stooping age, Fit judgments to pronounce, and curb the might The joys which youth had squander'd. Oft your Of wicked men. Your kind unfailing urns

urns Not vainly to the hospitable arts

Will I invoke; and, frequent in your praise, Of Hermes yield their store. For, O ye Nymphs, Abash the frantic Thyrsus with my song. Hath he not won the unconquerable queen

For not estrang'd from your benignant arts of arms to court your friendship? You she owns Is he, the god, to whose mysterious shrine The fair associates who extend her sway

My youth was sacred, and my votive cares Wide o'er the mighty deep; and grateful things Belong; the learn'd Pæon. Oft, when all Of you she utlereth, oft as from the shore

His cordial treasures he bath search'd in vain; of Thames, or Medway's vale, or the green banks When herbs, and potent trees, and drops of balm Of Vecta, she her thundering navy leads Rich with the genial influence of the Sun, To Calpe's foaming channel, or the rough |(To rouse dark Fancy from her plaintive dreams, Cantabrian surge; her auspices divine

To brace the nerveless arm, with food to win Imparting to the senate and the prince

Sick appetite, or hush the unquiet breast Of Albion, to dismay barbaric kings,

Which pines with silent passion, he in vain The Iberian, or he Celt. The pride of kings Hath prov'd; to your deep mansions he descends, Was ever scorn'd by Pallas : and of old

Your gates of humid rock, your dim arcades, Rejoic'd the virgin, from the brazen prow He entereth; where empurpled veins of ore Of Athens o'er Ægina's gloomy surge,

Gleam on the roof; where through the rigid mine To drive her clouds and storms; o'erwhelming all Your trickling rills insinuate. There the god The Persian's promis'd glory, when the realms From your indulgent hands the streaming bowl Of Indus and the soft Ionian clime,

Wafts to his pale-ey'd suppliants; wasts the seeds When Libya's torrid champain and the rocks Metallic, and the elemental salts

(soon Of cold Imaus join'd their servile bands,

Wash'd from the pregnant glebe. They drink: and To sweep the sons of Liberty from Earth. Flies pain; flies inauspicious care: and soon In vain : Minerva on the bounding prow

The social haunt or unfrequented shade Of Athens stood, and with the thunder's voice Hears lo, lo Pæan; as of old, Denounc'd her terrors on their impious heads, When Python fell. And, Oh propitious Nymphs, And shook her burning ægis. Xerxes saw: Oft as for helpless mortals I implore From Heracléum, on the mountain's height Your salutary springs, through every urn Thron'd in his golden car, he knew the sign Oh shed your healing treasures.

With the first Celestial; felt unrighteous hope forsake

And finest breath, which from the genial strife His faltering heart, and turn'd his face with shame. Jor mineral fermentation springs like light

Hail, ye who share the stern Minerva's power; O'er the fresh morning's vapors, lustrate then Who arm the hand of Liberty for war;

The fountain, and inform the rising wave. And give to the renown's Britannic name

My lyre shall pay your bounty. Scorn not ye" To awe contending monarchs: yet benign, That humble tribute. Though a mortal hand Yet mild of nature; to the works of peace Excite the strings to utterance, yet for themes More prone, and lenient of the many ills Not unregarded of celestial powers,

I frame their language; and the Muses deign With verse; let him, fit votarist, implore
To guide the pious tenor of my lay.

Their inspiration. He perchance the gifts
The Muses (sacred by their gifts divine)

of young Lyæus, and the dread exploits, In early days did to my wondering sense May sing in aptest numbers: he the fate Their secrets oft reveal: oft my rais'd ear Of sober Pentheus, he the Paphian rites, In slumber felt their music: oft at noon,

And naked Mars with Cytherea chain'd, Or hour of sun-set, by some lonely stream, And strong Alcides in the spinster's robes, In field or shady grove, they taught me words May celebrate, applauded. But with you, Of power, from death and envy to preserve

O Naiads, far from that unhallow'd rout, The good man's name. Whence yet with grateful Must dwell the man whoe'er to praised themes mind,

Invokes the immortal Muse. The immortal Muse And offerings unprofan'd by ruder eye,

To your calm habitations, to the cave My vows I send, my homage, to the seats

Cory cian, or the Delphic mount, will guide of rocky Cirrha, where with you they dwell : His footsteps; and with your unsullied streams Where you their chaste companions they admit His lips will bathe : whether the eternal lore Through all the hallow'd scene: where oft intent, Of Themis, or the majesty of Jove, And leaning o'er Castalia's mossy verge,

To mortals he reveal; or teach his lyre They mark the cadence of your confluent urns, The unenvied guerdon of the patriot's toils, How tuneful, yielding gratefullest repose

In those unfading islands of the bless’d, To their consorted measure : till again,

Where sacred bards abide. Hail, honor'd Nymphs; With emulation all the sounding choir,

Thrice hail. For you the Cyrenaïc shell And bright Apollo, leader of the song,

Behold, I touch, revering. To my songs
Their voices through the liquid air exalt,

Be present ye with favorable feet,
And sweep their lofty strings: those powerful strings And all profaner audience far remove.
That charm the mind of gods: that fill the courts
or wide Olympus with oblivion sweet
of evils, with immortal rest from cares :
Assuage the terrors of the throne of Jove;
And quench the formidable thunderbolt
Of unrelenting fire. With slacken’d wings,

ODE
While now the solemn concert breathes around,
Incumbent o'er the sceptre of his lord

TO THE RIGHT REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD. Sleeps the stern eagle; by the number'd notes,

BISHOP OF WINCHESTER.
Possess'd ; and satiate with the melting tone:

I.
Sovereign of birds. The furious god of war,
His darts forgetting, and the winged wheels

For toils which patriots have endur'd,
That bear him vengeful o'er the embattled plain, For treason quell'd and laws secur'd,
Relents, and soothes his own fierce heart to ease, In every nation Time displays
Most welcome ease. The sire of gods and men, The palm of honorable praise.
In that great moment of divine delight,

Envy may rail; and Faction fierce
Looks down on all that live; and whatsoe'er May strive; but what, alas! can those
He loves not, o'er the peopled earth, and o'er (Though bold, yet blind and sordid foes)
The interminated ocean, he beholds

To gratitude and love oppose,
Curs'd with abhorrence by his doom severe, To faithful story and persuasive verse !
And troubled at the sound. Ye Naiads, ye
With ravish'd ears the melody attend,

O nurse of Freedom, Albion, say,
Worthy of sacred silence. But the slaves

Thou tamer of despotic sway, of Bacchus with tempestuous clamors strive

What man, among thy sons around, To drown the heavenly strains; of highest Jove Thus heir to glory hast thou found ? Irreverent, and by mad presumption fir'd

What page in all thy annals bright, Their own discordant raptures to advance

Hast thou with purer joy survey'd With hostile emulation. Down they rush

Than that where Truth, by Hoadly's aid, From Nysa's vine-empurpled cliff, the dames Shines through Imposture's solemn shade, Of Thrace, the Satyrs, and the unruly Fauns, Through kingly and through sacerdotal night? With old Silenus, reeling through the crowd Which gambols round him, in convulsions wild

To him the Teacher bless'd, Tossing their limbs, and brandishing in air

Who sent Religion, from the palmy field The ivy-mantled thyrsus, or the torch

By Jordan, like the morn to cheer the west, Through black smoke flaming, to the Phrygian pipe's And lifted up the veil which Heaven from Earth Shrill voice, and to the clashing cymbals, mix'd

conceald, With shrieks and frantic uproar. May the gods To Hoadly thus bis mandate he address'd: From every unpolluted ear avert

“Go thou, and rescue my dishonor'd law Their orgies! If within the seats of men,

From hands rapacious, and from tongues impure Within the walls, the gates, where Pallas holds Let not my peaceful name be made a lure The guardian key, if haply there be found

Fell Persecution's mortal spares to aid : Who loves to mingle with the revel-band

Let not my words be impious chains to draw And hearken to their accents; who aspires

The free-born soul in more than brutal awe, From such instructors to inform his breast

To faith without assent, allegiance unrepaid."

II.

III. No cold or unperforming hand

But where shall recompense be found ? Was arm'd by Heaven with this command. Or how such arduous merit crown'd ? The world soon felt it: and, on high,

For look on life's laborious scene ; To William's ear with welcome joy

What rugged spaces lie between Did Locke among the blest unfold

Adventurous Virtue's early toils The rising hope of Hoadly's name,

And her mph throne! The shade Godolphin then confirm'd the fame;

Of Death, meantime, does oft invade
And Somers, when from Earth he came,

Her progress ; nor, to us display'd,
And generous Stanhope the fair sequel told. Wears the bright heroine her expected spoils.

Yet born to conquer is her power :
Then drew the lawgivers around,

O Hoadly, if that favorite hour (Sires of the Grecian name renown'd,)

On Earth arrive, with thankful awe And listening ask'd, and wondering knew,

We own just Heaven's indulgent law. What private force could thus subdue

And proudly thy success behold; The vulgar and the great combin'd;

We attend thy reverend length of days Could war with sacred Folly wage ;

With benediction and with praise, Could a whole nation disengage

And hail thee in our public ways
From the dread bonds of many an age, Like some great spirit fam'd in ages old.
And to new habits mould the public mind.

While thus our vows prolong
For not a conqueror's sword,

Thy steps on Earth, and when by us resign'd Nor the strong powers to civil founders known,

Thou join'st thy seniors, that heroic throng Were his: but truth by faithful search explor'd, Who rescued or preserv'd the rights of human kind, And social sense, like seed, in genial plenty sown. 0! not unworthy may thy Albion's tongue Wherever it took root, the soul (restor'd

Thee still, her friend and benefactor, name : To freedom) freedom too for others sought. 0! never, Hoadly, in thy country's eyes, Not monkish craft, the tyrant's claim divine, May impious gold, or pleasure's gaudy prize, Not regal zeal, the bigot's cruel shrine,

Make public virtue, public freedom, vile; Could longer guard from reason's warfare sage; Nor our own manners tempt us to disclaim Not the wild rabble to sedition wrought,

That heritage, our noblest wealth and fame, Nor synods by the papal genius taught,

Which thou hast kept entire from force and factious Nor St. John's spirit loose, nor Atterbury's rage.

guile.

THOMAS GRAY.

Thomas Gray, a distinguished poet, was the son | laureate, vacant by the death of Cibber, was offered of a money-scrivener in London, where he was to Gray, but declined by him. In the same year he born in 1716. He received his education at Eton-published two odes, “On the Progress of Poesy,” school, whence he was sent to the university of and “ The Bard,” which were not so popular as his Cambridge, and entered as a pensioner at St. Peter's Elegy had been, chiefly, perhaps, because they were College. He left Cambridge in 1738, and occu- less understood. The uniform life passed by this pied a set of chambers in the Inner Temple, for eminent person admits of few details, but the iransthe purpose of studying the law. From this inten- action respecting the professorship of modern history tion he was diverted by an invitation to accompany at Cambridge, a place worth four hundred pounds Mr. Horace Walpole, son of the celebrated states a year, is worthy of some notice. When the situa. man, with whom he had made a connexion at Eton, tion became vacant in Lord Bute's administration, in a tour through Europe. Some disagreement, it was modestly asked for by Gray, but had already of which Mr. Walpole generously took the blame, been bespoken by another. On a second vacancy calised them to separate in Italy; and Gray return in 1768, the Duke of Grafton being now in power, ed to England in September, 1741, two months be- it was, “unsolicited and unsuspected,” conferred fore his father's death. Gray, who now depended upon him; in return for which he wrote his “ Ode chiefly upon his mother and aunt, left the law, and for Music,” for the installation of that nobleman as returned to his retirement at Cambridge. In the chancellor of the university. This professorship, next year he had the misfortune to lose his dear though founded in 1724, had hitherto remained a friend West, also an Eton scholar, and son to the perfect sinecure; but Gray prepared himself to Chancellor of Ireland, which left a vacancy in his execute the duties of his office. Such, howerer, affections, that seems never to have been supplied. were the baneful effects of habitual indolence, that, From this time his residence was chiefly at Cam- with a mind replete with ancient and modern knowbridge, to which he was probably attached by an in- ledge, he found himself unable to proceed farther satiable love of books, which he was unable to grati- than to draw a plan for his inauguration speech. fy from his own stores. Some years passed in this But his health was now declining; an irregular favorite indulgence, in which his exquisite learning hereditary gout made more frequent attacks than and poetic talents were only known to a few friends; formerly; and at length, while he was dining in the and it was not till 1747, that his “Ode on a distant College-hall, he was seized with a complaint in the Prospect of Eton College" made its appearance be- stomach, which carried him off on July 30, 1771, in fore the public. It was in 1751 that his celebrated the fifty-fifth year of his age. His remains were “Elegy written in a Country Church-yard,” chiefly deposited, with those of his mother and aunt, in the composed some years before, and even now sent church-yard of Stoke-Pogis, Buckinghamshire. into the world without the author's name, made its It is exclusively as a poet that we record the way to the press. Few poems were ever so popu- name of Gray; and it will, perhaps, be thought lar: it soon ran through eleven editions; was that we borrow too large a share from a single small translated into Latin verse, and has ever since borne volume; yet this should be considered as indicative the marks of being one of the most favorite pro- of the high rank which he has attained, compared ductions of the British Muse.

with the number of his compositions. With respect In the manners of Gray there was a degree of to his character as a man of learning, since his aceffeminacy and fastidiousness which exposed him to quisitions were entirely for his own use, and prothe character of a fribble; and a few riotous young duced no fruits for the public, it has no claim to men of fortune in his college thought proper to particular notice. For though he has been called make him a subject for their boisterous tricks. He by one of his admirers “ perhaps the most learned made remonstrances to the heads of the society man in Europe," never was learning more thrown upon this usage, which being treated, as he thought, away. A few pieces of Latin poetry are all that he without due attention, he removed in 1756 to Pem. has to produce. broke-hall. In the next year, the office of poet-|

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