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But cover'd half with ivy-walls;-
There, where Eusebio* rais'd a shrine,
Snatch'd from the gulf by power divine,
Where Reiga's tumbling torrent falls.†

Compar'd with thee, how dimly shows
Poor Anacreon's lifeless rose?
What is Homer's plant‡ to thee !-
In vain the Mantuan poet tried
To paint Amellus' starry§ pride,
Emblem of wit's futility!

Men saw, alas! and knew not thee,
Mystic evangelic tree!

Thou hadst no charms for paynim-eyes;

Till, guided by the lamp of heav'n,

To chaste Urania power was giv’n

Το see, to' admire, and moralize.

All-beauteous flower, whose centre glows
With studs of gold; thence streaming flows
Ray-like effulgence: next is seen

A rich expanse of varying hue,

Enfring'd with an impurpled blue,

And streak'd with young Pomona's green.

The Baron de Bottoni.

This alludes to a well known fact in the duchy of Carniola :

where the present ode was written.

+ Moly. Homer's Odyssey, L. XI. 305.

§ After Atticus, or (purple Italian) Star wort.

Georg. IV. 271.

Alluding to that particular species of green called by the

French pomme-verte, or apple- green.

High o'er the pointal, deck'd with gold,
(Emblem mysterious to behold,)
A radiant cross its form expands;
Its opening arms appear to' embrace
The whole collective human race,
Refuge of all men in all lands!

Grant me, kind Heaven, in prosperous hour
To pluck this consecrated flower,
And wear it thankful on my breast;
Then shall my steps securely stray,
Nó pleasures shall pervert my way,
No joys seduce, no cares molest.

Like Tobit (when the hand, approv'd
By Heaven, the' obstructing films remov'd*)
I now see objects as I ought:
Ambition's hideous, pleasure vain,
Avarice is but a blockhead's gain,t
Possessing all, bestowing nought.

Passions and frauds surround us all,
Their empire is reciprocal;

Shun their blandishments and wiles;
Riches but serve to steel the heart;
Want has its meanness and its art;
Health betrays, and strength beguiles.

In highest stations snares misguide;
Midst solitude they nurture pride,

*Tobit iii. 17.

+All vices wax old by age: Covetousness and ambition alone

grow young.'

E. Vet. Ascet.

Breeding vanity in knowledge;
A poison in delicious meat,

Midst wines a fraud, midst mirth a cheat,
In courts, in cabinet, and college.

The toils are fix'd, the sportsmen keen:
Abroad unsafe, betrayed within,
Whither, O mortal! art thou flying?
Thy resolutions oft are snares,

Thy doubts, petitions, gifts, and prayers ;-
Alas, there may be snares in dying!

Deceiving none, by none ensnar'd,
O Paraclete,* be thou my guard,
Patron of every just endeavour!
The cross of Christ is man's reward;†
No heights obstruct, no depths retard;
Christian joys are joys for ever!

ПAPAKAHТOX: The Comforter; the Holy Spirit.

John xiv. 16-26.

Dryden first introd ced the word Paraclete into the Englsh [languge, in his translation of the hymn Veni Creator Spiritus: as also in his Brittania Rediviva.

† Rom. viii. 39.

MACARIUS:

OR,

THE CONFESSOR.

Da vocem magno, Pater, ingeniumque dolori.

STAT. Epiced. Patris.

AN EPISTLE TO

THE REV DR. ROBERT HORT,

CANON OF WINDSOR.

ALL sober poets with thy bard* agree,

Who sung, That truth was truest poetry.'-
Alike to me, and the deceas'd,† a friend,
O Hort, to these my pious strains attend.
Thou knew'st the man, and thy good sense is such,
I dare not say too little, or too much.-
Under his eye the self-same views combin'd
Our studies, and one horoscope conjoin'd.

He check❜d the' impatient wanderings of our youth,
And grafted on our fancy facts and truth.
Together we amus'd our youthful prime,

Days seem'd but hours, and time improv'd on time:

Cowley. See his Davideis.

The Rev. Walter Harte, Prebend of Bristol, Canon of Wells, and father to the poet.

Mindless of cares, and how they pass'd or came; Our sports, our labours, and our rest, the same.*

See'st thou yon yews, by pensive nature made For tears, and grief, and melancholy shade; Wide o'er the church they spread an awful light, Than day more serious, half-compos'd as night; There, where the winding Kennet gently laves Britannia's Lombardy† with silver waves: There sleeps Macarius, foe to pomp and pride; Who liv'd contented, and contented died.

Say, shall the lamp where Tullia was entomb'd Burn twice seven ages, and be unconsum'd? And not one verse be sacred to a name Endear'd by virtuous deeds and silent fame ? True fame demands not panegyric aid;

The funeral torch burns brightest in the shade;
Too fast it blazes, fan'd by public air;

Thus blossoms fall, before their tree can bear.
True fame, like porcelain earth, for years must lay
Buried and mix'd with elemental clay.+

His younger days were not in trifling spent,
For pious Hall§ a kind inspection lent:

These eight lines are imitated from a famous passage in Persius, Sat. V. It begins→→→→→→→→

†Berkshire.

'Geminos horoscope,' &c.

It is reported, that the Chinese beat and mix thoroughly together the composition that makes porcelain, and then bury it in a deep bed of clay for an hundred years

See Dr. Donne's Letters.

Mr. John Hall, master of Pembroke College, Oxford, in 1667, and rector of St. Aldate's in the same university. Created D. D. in 1669; elected Margaret Professor in 1676; and con. secrated Bishop of Bristol the 12th of June, 1691.