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gere molles


Mollis apem huc illuc volitantem copia Excoluere senem : et belli Diomede la. lasset.

bores Queis etenim studiis, qua non inclaruit Qui serio prudens preferre solebat U,

lysses. Phillyrides? Nemorum sapiens tranquilla

Castora quid dicam, quid fratrem CasTempora fallebat ; rudia inter secla Mi. toris ubdas

Sistere bellorum mirando et amore celo, Usque vacans, ausus quali per inane me- ebres ?

Quid dicam Alcidem ? Cujus super zSidera volvuntur scrutari atq.; orbibus thera late orbes

Fama volat ; cujus seros memoranda per Mente sequi implicitos ; citharæ modo

annos pollice chordas

Facta deậm adjunxere choris, cæloq. lo. Divino pulsante, melos per amæna vireta

carunt. Fundere suaviloquum, cujus dulcedine Teque, Coronides centauri hos inter 20 captæ,

lumnos His latebris Helicona novem potuere so- Phabig-na; haud magni Soboles indigna

firentis : Posthabuisse suum. Ipse etiam cælestia Cui dedit ardentem morborum aut vul. Apollo

neris æstum Dona illi, et varios facilis superaddidit Arte salutari mollire; animaque fugacem,

Palloutes Erebi quum jam prope contigit Scire potestates herbarum et pocula docta

oras, Nempe dedit miscere manu ; stillantia Cunctatum stabilire et vix non solvere tabo

fato. Vulnera lenire, et requiem cruciata dolori Queis membra inveniunt succos insper- Ipse etiam docilem Chironi præbuit Neve pharetratâ sileam concessa Diana Impiger Æacides ..... Ea gloria prima Spicula Chironi ; quo non solertior alter Pelasgis, Correptum validis arcum incurvare la- Hectoris exitium, Troja populator, certis,

Homero Hortarive canes, aut prædam agitare fu- Cui celebratus honor contemnit fata, gacem.


Chirona extimuit : Chironis jussa faErgo etiam studiis juveniles fingere a

cessens, lumnos

Qui manu eversas populorum diruit Cordi erat, et multos quoniam cultura per annos

Nomen Achilleum, et modo visa espalluit Pectora ditârat, fructum impertire laboris. Magoos inde animos et quot virtutibus Ilion, at sacræ monitis tamen ille senectæ ætas,

Paruit haud signis ; generoso hinc pecFertilis heroum genuit ; stimulante ci- tus honesto tati

Imbutum, hinc famæ, vitam qui projecit Non nisi Chironis summa ad fastigia ho

ardor, norum

Eja age, si quis honor Pelidem impellere Pervenere manu et mortali immunia fato.

ad arma, Impiger his tribuit prolongæ tempora Atq. opera illius sua ritè vocavit Ulysvitæ.

ses ; Sic etiam Antilochus, nequaquam igno- Qua me promeruit, quo dignus nomini

bilis, illum Præceptorem habuit, patrem qui Nestora Pelidem ; heroüm tantum qui protulit plena

agmen ; Imbuerat sophia; quo præceptore disertus Ora silent, animus decus ingens contemConsilia eloquium atque omnes quascun


Perculsus cælo cumulatis laudibus æquat Mentis opes; ....simul et decus et munimen Achiqisi

Attamen hunc tandem, qui clarum * Sic Anchisiades et cui sua fortiter arma

extollere lumen, Apposuit, clarus Diomedes marte, peritum E tenebris primus potuit, tela illita viro




qne trahebat


Lernæc violaat, miserisq: doloribus an- With willows fresh your fading brows entwinc, gunt.

And go with us to deck a sister's shrine. Adgenuit teli infandam quum viderat

Come, come, and to the woodlands we'll away,

And gather all the sweetest flowers of May : Amphitryoniades ; per et alta cacumina

Nor dash the glistening dew-drop from the leafs montes

Let it remain, chaste emblem of our grief, Hæmonii, et saltus, arva et quæcunq- And when we've cull'd each choicest power, and

Boötes Lustrat Hyperboreus latè adgemuere Sad, with our fragrant sweets, we will repair cavernis ;

To deck the grave, at sober evening's close, Et novus in medio sylvis nigrantibus hor- Where Beauty, Love, and Innocence repose, ror.

May, 1806.


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YE soft-eyed maids, whose vernal charms display
The opening sweets of youth's unclouded day:
The bright suffusions of whose cheeks declare,
No canker saps the blooming roses there :
Whose soften'd hearts no ruder passions move,
Than the sweet tumults of incipient love :
Come, go with me, and deck the earthy bed,
Where lovely Mary slumbers with the dead !

For she, like you, was innocent and gay, And love's bright yisions bless'd her early day: And she, like you, posscss'd each virgin grace, Which love can fancy, or the Muses trace.

Yet, Venus, why do I each morn prepare
The fragrant wreath for Cloe's liair !
Why do I all day lament and high,
Unless the beauteous maid be nigh?
And why all night pursue her in my dreams,
Through flowery meads and cryftal Itreams !

Thus sung the Bard; and thus the Goddess spoke:
Subinifli ve bow to Love's imperious yoke :

Every itate, and every age,
Shall own my rule, and fear my rage :
Compelld by me, thy Muse shall prove,
That all the world was born to love,

And come, ye youths, who in the festive throng,
Late tripp'd with her the sprightly dance along:
You who have listen 'd to her accents mild,
And glowed with soft devotion, when she smil'd :
You who have felt the magick of her eye,
And breath 'd, unconscious, the delicious sigh :
O! come with us, and weave a garland meet
To deck our Mary's hallowed, last retreat.

Daughters of grief, who in life's roscate

Mark'd sorrow's chilling clouds o'ercast the morn:
From whose wan cheek the early rose is filed,
And withering liics hang the drooping head :

Bid thy destin'd lyre discover

Soft defire and gentle pain :
Often praise, and always love her :

Through her ear her heart obtain.
Verse shall please, and lighs hall move ber;

Cupid docs with Phoebus reign.

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Reflected in the lake I see

The downward mountains and the skics, The flying bird, the waving tree,

The goats that on the hilis arise.

The grey-cloaked herd drives on the cow,

The slow-paced fowler walks the heath ; A freckled pointer scours the brow;

A musing shepherd stands beneath.

Curve o'er the ruin of an oak,

The woodman lifts his axe on higle, The hills re-echo to the stroke ;

I sce, I see the shivers fly.

Some rural maid, with apron full,

Brings fuel to the homely flame ; I see the smoky columns roll,

And through the chinky hut the beam Beside a stone o'ergrown with moss,

Two well-met hunters talk at ease ; Three panting dogs beside repose ;

One bleeding deer is stretched on grass.

YE midnight shades, o'er natute spread !

Dumb silence of the dreary hour ! In honour of th' approaching dead, Around your awful terrors pour.

Yes, pour around,

On this pale ground,
Through all this deep surrounding gloon,

The sober thought,

The tear untaught,
Those meetest mourners at a tomb.
Lo! as the surplie'd train drew near

To this last mansion of mankind,
The slow sad bell, the sable bier,
In holy musing wrap the mind !

And while their beam,

With trembling ftrcam, Attending tapers faintly dast;

Each mould'ring bone,

Each sculptur'd stone,
Strikes mute instruction to the heart !

Now let the sacred organ blow,
With solemn pause, and sounding slow;
Now let the voice due measure keep,

In strains that sigh, and words that wecp;
Till all the vocal current blended roll,
Not to depress, but lift the soaring soul :
To lift it in the Maker's praise,

Who first inform'd our frame with breath,
And, after some few stormy days,
Now, gracious, gives us o'er to death,

No King of Fears

In him appears,
Who thuts the scene of human woes :

Beneath his fhade

Securely laid,
The dead alone fiad trae repose,

A lake, at distance, spreads to sight,

Skirted with shady forests round,
In midst an island's rocky height

Sustains a ruin once renowned.
One tree bends o'er the naked walls,

Two broad-winged eagles hover nigh, By intervals a fragment falls,

As blows the blast along the sky,

Two rough-spun hinds the pinnace guide,

With lab'ring oars, along the flood ; An angler, bending o'er the tide,

Hangs from the boat th' infidious wood.

Beside the food, beneath the rocks,

On grassy bank two lovers lean ; Bend on cach other amorous looks,

And seem to laugh and kiss between,

The wind is rustling in the oak ;

They scem to hear the tread of feet; They start, they rise, look round the rock;

Again they smile, again they meet.

Then, while we mingle dust with dust,

To One, supremely good and wise,
Raise hallelujahs ! God is just,
And man most happy when he dies !

His winter past,

Fair spring at last
Receives him on her flowery shore ;

Where pleasure's rosc

Immortal blows;
And sin and sorrow are no more!



This did the feat; for, tickled at the whim,
A burit of laughter, like the electrick beam,

Shook all the audience-but it was at him!
By J. M. Se wall.

Like Hodge, thould ev'ry stratagern and white
Thro'my long ftory, not excite a smile,

l'll hear it with becoming modcfty; Delivered at an exhibition, by a young lady." Laugh, k you fairly can-but not at MĖ I

But should my feeble efforts move your glet,
LIKE merry Momus, while the Gods were quaff.
I come-to give an enlogy on langhing!
True, courtly Chelterfield, with critick zeal,
Aflerts that laughing's vattly ungenteel !

The boift'rous shake, he says, difforts fine faces,
And robs each pretty feature of the graces !
But yet this paragon of perfect tafte,

By Prior.
On other topicks was not over-chatte ;
He like the Pharisees in this appears,
They ruin'd widows, but they inade long pray'rs. Stet cuicunque volet potens
Tithe, anise, mint, they zcalously affected,

« Aula culmine lubrico," &c. SENEC
But the law's weightier inatters lay neglected ;
And while an inred itrains their fqueamith caul,
Down goes a monftrous camel-bunch and all. INTERR'D beneath this marble ftone

Yet others, quite as fage, with warmth difpute Lie fauntering Jack and idle Joan.
Man's risibles diftinguish him from brute;

While rolling threescore years and one
While initinct, reason, both in common own,

Did round this glebe their courses rua ; 'To laugh is man's prerogative alone !

If huinan things went ill or well,

If changing empires rose or fell, Hail, rosy laughter ! thou deserv'ft the bays !

The morning part, the evening came, Come, with thy dimples, animate these lays,

And fouad this couple till the same. Whilst universal peals attest thy praise.

They walk'd, and eat, goods folks : what then ! Daughter of Joy! thro'thee we health attain,

Why then they walk'd and eat again : When Esculapian recipes arc vain.

They foundly Acpt the night away ; Let sentimentalists ring in our cars

They did jutt nothing, all the day : The tender joy of grief- the luxury of tears- And, having bury'd children four, Heraclitus may whine, and oh ! and ah!

Would not take pains to try for more.
I like an honeft, hearty, ha, hah, hah!

Nor titter either had nor brother ;
It makes the wheels of nature gliblier play; They seem'd jutt tally'd for each other.
Dull care suppreises ; sinooths life's thorny way; Their moral and acconomy
Propels the dancing current thro' each vein ; Moft perfe&ly they made agree :
Braces the nervcs; corroborates the brain ; Each virtue kept its proper bound,
Shakes ev'ry muscle, and throws off the spleen. Nor trespafa'd on the other's ground.

Old Homer makes yon tenants of the skies, Nor fame nor censure they regarded ;
His Gods, love laughing as they did their eyes! They neither punith'd nor rewarded.
It kept them in good hümnour, hush'd their squab- He car'd not what the footman did;

Her maids the neither prais'd nor chid ;
As froward children are appeas 'd by baubles ; So every servant took his course ;
Ev'n Jove, the thund'rer, dearly lov'd a laugh, And, bad at first, they all grew worse.
When, of fine nectar, he had taken a quaff

Slothful disorder fill'd his stable,
It helps digestion when the feast runs high, And Nuttith plenty deck'd her table.
And diffipates the fumes of potent Burgundy. 'Their beer was itrong ; their wine was port;
But, in the main, tho' laughing I approve,

Their meal was large; their grace was mort. It is not ev'ry kind of laugh I love;

They gave the poor the semnant meat, For many laughs e'en candour mult condemn !

Just when it grew not fit to eat. Some are too full of acid, some of phlegm ;

They paid the church and parish rate, The loud horse-laugh (improperly so it il'd,)

And took, but read not, the receipt; 'The idcot fimper, like the flimb'ring child,

For which they claim their Sunday's due, Th’affected laugh, to thew a Jimpled chin,

of sumbering in an upper pew. The sneer contemptuous, and broad vacant grin,

Ne inan's defects sought they to know ;

So never made themselves a foe.
Are despicable all, as Strephon's sinile,
To thew his ivory legions, rank and file.

No man's good deeds did they commend ;

So never rais'd themselves a friend. The honeft laugh, unitudied, unacquir'd,

Nor cherith'd they relations poor, By nature prompted, and true wit inspir’d,

That might decrease their present ftore :
Such as Quin felt, and Falltaff knew before,

Nor barn nor house did they repair ;
When hurdour let the table on a roar;
Alone deserves th' applauding muse's grace!

That might oblige their future heir.
The relt-is all contortion and grimace.

They neither added nor confounded ;

They neither wanted nor abounded : But you exclaim, “ Your Eulegy's too dry ;,

Each Christmas thcy accompts did clear, "Leave dissertation and exemplify.!

And wound their bottom round the year: “ Prove, by experiment, your maxims true ;

Nor tear nor smile did they cmploy “And, what you praise so highly, make us do."

At news of publick grief or joy : In troth ! hop'd this was already done,

When bells were rung, and bonfires made, And Mirth and Momus had the laurel won !

If ask d, they ne'er deny their aid : Like honett Hodge, unhappy should I fail,

Their jug was to the ringers carried, Who to a crowded audience told his tale,

Whoever eitlier died or married. And laugh'd and snigger'd all the while himself Their biliet at the fire was found, To grace the ttory, as he thought, poor elf !

Whoever was depos'd or crown'd. But not a single soul his suffrage gave

Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise ; While each long phiz was serious as the grave !

They would not learn, nor could advise ; Laugh ! laugh ! cries Hodge, laugh loud ! (no Without love, hatred, joy, or fear, haling)

They led--a kind of as it were : I thought you all, ere this, would dic with laugh. Nor with d, nor car'd, nor laugh'd, nor crico

And so they liv 'd, and so they died.

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FOR MAY, 1806.

Librum tuum legi & quam diligentissime potui annotavi, quæ commutanda, quæ eximcnda, ar

bitrarer. Nam ego dicere verum assuevi. Neque ulli patientius reprehenduntur quam qui maxime laudari merentur. -Pliny.


ART. 19.

and the received doctrine of the One God in one person only; and trinity in particular. In the fol

Jesus Christ a distinct being lowing review we shall endeavour from God, maintained and de- to give an impartial account of the fended. By John Sherman, pas- work ; to correct any palpable ertor of the first chu in Mans rours of fact ; occasionally to point field, (Con.) Worcester. I. out deficiencies ; and sometimes to Thomas, jun. 1805. 8vo.pp.198. censure and sometimes to com

mend, without enlisting ourselves saw this book an- under the banners of Mr. Sherman nounced, we knew not whether its or his antagonists. appearance was to be deprecated In the introduction Mr. S., afas a signal of theological warfare, ter some remarks on the speculaor whether it should be hailed as tive differences among christians, the harbinger of awakened learn- and the necessity of religious caing, inquiry, and industry among tholicism, prepares his reader for our clergy. Though the trinita- his occasional deviations from the rian controversy has now existed received text and translation of the more than sixteen centuries, and scriptures by vindicating the prowas kept up in England during the priety of such alterations from the whole of the last age with little in- constant improvement in biblical termission, first with the Arians, criticism, from the history of our and afterwards with the Socinians, present English version, and lastyet we believe that the presently, from the authority of the Saytreatise is one of the first acts of brook assembly, which declares, direct hostility against the ortho- “ that the originals of the Old and dox, which has ever been com- New Testament are the final resort mitted on these western shores. in all cases of controversy.” The Coming so late as Mr. S. now occasion of publishing this work must to the scene of action, he can and the situation of the author are . hope to attack or to defend only set forth in the following passage. with weapons stripped from the bodies of the slain, who are heap- from those believed and avowed at my

My sentiments becoming different, ed in heavy piles on the field of ordination, honesty compelled me franktheological disputation.

ly to declare them, notwithstanding the The present work, we observe, evils, which the state of the times gave is not written to establish any new me to foresee, would undoubtedly be reopinion respecting the character alized in consequence. I have not been of Christ, but is confined merely

disappointed. to a denial of his deity in general, gave umbrage to the Original Asocia.

The publication of my sentiments Vol. III, No. 5. 2H

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