586 
Her bleft abodes each little village grace, 
And reftlefs vagrants find a refting-place 5 
See where Philanthropy her labour aids, 
And opes to felon youths his fchools and ~ 
trades ! 
BZucina there, a fplendid palace rears, 
"Fo calm the future mother’s modeft fears. 
Sweet Cuaritry! like Venus ’mid the 
waves, . 
‘Thou walk’ in beauty o’er the watery 
graves, 
And, teaching Man a rdiverhiee art, 
Bring’ fire from Heav’n—or wak’ft it in his 
heart! 
Within his grate, 
prefs’d, 
Wor feels the funfhine playing on his breaft 5 
Gently thy hand the little debt fhall lend, 
Aind give the focial hearth a Father, Huf- 
: band, Friend! 
All, all, 
care, 
And every Briton hada brother’s fhare ; ; 
All but the letter’d few—the Bard, the Sage, 
‘Thefe great contemp’raries of every age ! 
Who can forgive the prefent, while they truft 
‘To the late juftice of fome gem, or buft ; 
Obicurely beaming, like their midnight ‘it 
They fink, with flow decay, in filent soil, 
fits meagre Worth op- 
have felt the public’s anxious 
Yes! while th’ immortal page their genius 
{pread, 
Ev’n then they fainted for a little bread ; 
"Teas 
choice !) ‘ 
Want firangled oft the Patriot’s feeble voice ; 
find loud Renown has.toid of many a name, 
“The child, at once, of Famine and of Fame ! 
#h! onthe Press we mufe with dread de- 
light, 
¥f they muft perifh who were born to write! 
Bards, in whofe breafts, with infpiration 
$4 
The Mutes warble, and the Graces play, 
Thofe gifted {pirits of Aonian birth, 
Crouch to the hand of Trade, and bend to 
Earth! 
Or, blufhlefs, dare the venal cenfer hold, 
And barter glory (wretched men !} for gold! 
@r bid their Muie itill faunt about the town, 
‘The dirty Proftitute of half-a-crown! 
Shall Britifh Genius mourn fo long, and 
hide 
The Sage’s dignity, the Poet’s pride ? 
From the Port- Folio of a Man of Letters. 
in our country (Freedom’s ancient - 
Ah, better break the unzegarded figh, 
With Butler languith, and/with Otway die 5 
With Chatterton, in fulien vengeance brood ; 
With Collins, rage in Phrenzy’s ireful mood, 
From iils like thefe to faye the virtuous - 
man, 
Patrons of Genius! is your rifing plan ! ! 
Ah! fure the Artifts of each finer grace 5 
The lov’d Preceptors‘of the human race 5 
Ail that dear train, whofe ftudious hours ime 
are k 
Th? illumin’d fpirit, and the moral heart, 
Claim from the public hand their mod’rate 
fhare ; 
Yes, tis their 4 one !—THEY MADE US WHAT 
WE ARE! 
’ And in a Britifh audience ftill we fee 
Their hands are liberal, as their hearts are 
free ; 
Long, long endure, by generous {pirits grac’d, 
This Feftival of CHariryand Taste, 
DESCRIPTIVE SONNET, 
Compofed at Dunkeld. 
“y= hills fublime that o’er the landfcape 
wild 
Frown in terrific grandeur wide and drear 3 
Thou chryftal Tay that roll’ in cadence 
mild; 
Icome to foothe my childifh forrows here, 
Tho’ here fecluded from the temperate ray 
Of friendfhip form’d in yauth’s delicious © 
reign, 
Bright Genus gilds the genial fummer day, 
And bids me hail the fweet aad fimple 
ftrain* 
charms the woodland and romantic 
glade; 
And bids me mark with plattic touch the 
{cene, 
Where gleams of eee light o’er moun- 
tains fall, 
Obfcur’d in fhadow’s dim and dubious hue = 
Or where it gilds the abbey’s ivy'd wall, 
Here rifing o’er the ftream of cleareft blue. 
From the tall woods that ftretch their beauties 
wide, 
The yellow tints of gaudy daylight fade, 
a grey appears the clear and chryftal tide. 
R.CaRLy_e. 
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That 
* The mufic of Neil Gow, 
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Extraéis from the Portfolio of a Man of Letters. 
ee ee 
@RIGINAL LETTER OF THE DUKE OF 
MARLBOROUGH. 
SIR, 4th May, 1705. 
RETURN you many thanks for the 
_ eonftant accounts you fend me of the 
eccurrences at your Court, and for the co- 
pies of your relations to the Secretary, 
which are very infiruétive. 
eeoeay I had a letter by Eftaffette, 
from Prince Louis, of the 30th poft, fet- 
ting forth the ill-condition of his troops, 
and how little able he thould be to fecond 
Our 
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