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Stanhope, in wisdom as in wit divine,
May rise, and plead Britannia's glorious cause,
With steady rein his eager wit confine,
While maniy sense the deep attention draws.

Delia alone can please, and never tire,
Exceed the paint of thought in true delight;
With her, enjoyment wakens new desire,
And equal rapture glows through every night :

Let Stanhope speak his listening country's wrongs, Beauty and worth in her alike contend,
My humble voice shall please one partial maid ; To charm the fancy, and to fix the mind;
For her alone I pen my tender song,

In her, my wife, my mistress, and my friend, Securely sitting in his friendly shade.

I taste the joys of sense and reason join'd. Stanhope shall come, and grace his rural friend, On her I'll gaze, when others loves are o'er, Delia shall wonder at her noble guest,

And dying press her with my clay-cold handWith blushing awe the riper fruit commend, Thou weep'st already, as I were no more, And for her husband's patron cull the best. Nor can that gentle breast the thought withstand Hers be the care of all my little train,

Oh, when I die, my latest moments spare, While I with tender indolence am blest,

Nor let thy grief with sharper torments kill, The favorite subject of her gentle reign,

Wound not thy cheeks, nor hurt that flowing hair, By love alone distinguish'd from the rest.

Though I am dead, my soul shall love thee still: For her I'll yoke my oxen to the plow,

Oh, quit the room, oh, quit the deathful bed. Ir gloomy forests tend my lonely flock;

For thou wilt die, so tender is thy heart; For her a goat-herd climb the mountain's brow, Oh, leave me, Delia, ere thou see me dead, And sleep extended on the naked rock.

These weeping friends will do thy mournful part: Ah, what avails to press the stately bed,

Let them, extended on the decent bier, And far from her midst tasteless grandeur weep, Convey the corse in melancholy state, By marble fountains lay the pensive head,

Through all the village spread the tender tear, And, while they murmur, strive in vain to sleep? While pitying maids our wondrous loves relate.

WILLIAM SOMERVILE.

WILLIAM SOMERVILE, an agreeable poet, was mind, and plunged him into habits which shortened born in 1692, at his father's seat at Edston, in War- his life. He died in 1742; and his friend She wickshire. He was educated at Winchester school, stone, with much feeling, announces the event to whence he was elected to New College, Oxford. one of his correspondents. Somervile passed his Ilis political attachments were to the Whig party, life in celibacy, and made over the reversion of b. as appeared from his praises of Marlborough, Stan- estate to Lord Somervile, a branch of the one hope, and Addison. To the latter of these he ad-family, charged with a jointure to his mother, thea dressed a poem, in which there is the happy couplet in her 90th year. alluded to in the Spectator :

As a poet, he is chiefly known by - The Chaze,"

a piece in blank verse, which maintains a kid “When panting Virtue her last efforts made,

rank in the didactic and descriptive classes. Ber: "You brought your Clio to the Virgin's aid."

composed by one who was perfectly conversani mi "Clio" was known to be the mark by which Addi. the sports which are its subject, and entered into son distinguished his papers in that miscellany. them with enthusiasm, his pictures greatly surroes

Somervile inherited a considerable paternal es. the draughts of the same kind which are attempted late, on which he principally lived, acting as a by poets by profession. Another piece connecte magistrate, and pursuing with ardor the amusements with this is entitled “Field Sports," but only see of a sportsman, varied with the studies of a man scribes that of hawking. In his “Hobbinol, e of letters. His mode of living, which was hospi- Rural Games," he attempts the burlesque with to. table, and addicted to conviviality, threw him into erable success. Of his other pieces, serious and pecuniary embarrassments, which preyed on his comic, there are few which add to his fame.

THE CHASE.

|The Chase 1 sing, hounds, and their various breed.

And no less various use. O thou, great prince! Book I.

Whom Cambria's towering hills proclaim their lord. Argument.

Deign thou to hear my bold, instructive song.

While grateful citizens with pompous show, The subject proposed. Address to his royal bigh- Rear the triumphal arch, rich with th' exploits ness the prince. The origin of hunting. The of thy illustrious house ; while virgins pare rude and unpolished manner of the first hunters. Thy way with powers, and, as the royal youth Beasts at first hunted for food and sacrifice. The Passing they view, admire and sigh in vain; grant made by God to man of the beasts, &c. While crowded theatres, too fondly proud The regular manner of hunting first brought of their exotic minstrels, and shrill pipes, into this island by the Normans. The best hounds The price of manhood, hail thee with a song, and best horses bred here. The advantage of And airs soft-warbling; my hoarse-sounding born this exercise to us, as islanders. Address to gen- Invites thee to the Chase, the sport of kings; ilemen of estates. Situation of the kennel and Image of war, without its guilt. The Muse its several courts. The diversion and employ. Aloft on wing shall soar, conduct with care ment of hounds in the kennel. The different Thy foaming courser o'er the steepy rock, forts of hounds for each different chase. De- Or on the river bank receive thee safe, scription of a perfect hound. Or sizing and sort- Light-bounding o'er the wave, from shore to shore. ing of hounds; the middle-sized hound recom- Be thou our great protector, gracious youth! mended. Of the large deep-mouthed hound for And if, in future times, some envious prince, hunting the stag and otter. Of the lime-hound ; Careless of right, and guileful, should invade their use on the borders of England and Scotland. Thy Britain's commerce, or should strive in vaia A physical account of scents. Of good and bad To wrest the balance from thy equal hand; scenting days. A short admonition to my breth- Thy hunter-train, in cheerful green array'd. ren of the couples.

(A band undaunted, and inur'd to toils)

Shall compass thee around, die at thy feet, Is bred the perfect hound, in scent and speed
Or hew thy passage through th' embattled foe, As yet unrivall’d, while in other climes
And clear thy way to fame : inspir'd by ihee, Their virtue fails, a weak degenerate race.
The nobler chase of glory shall pursue

In vain malignant steams and winter fogs Through fire, and smoke, and blood, and fields of Load the dull air, and hover round our coasts : death.

The huntsman, ever gay, robust, and bold,
Nature, in her productions slow, aspires

Defies the noxious vapor, and confides
By just degrees to reach perfection's height: In this delightful exercise, to raise
So inimic Art works leisurely, till time

His drooping herd, and cheer his heart with joy. Improve the piece, or wise Experience give

Ye vigorous youths, by smiling Fortune blest The proper finishing. When Nimrod bold, With large demesnes, hereditary wealth, That mighty hunter, first made war on beasts, Heap'd copious by your wise forefathers' care, And stain'd the woodland-green with purple dye, Hear and attend! while I the means reveal New, and unpolish'd was the huntsman's art; T' enjoy those pleasures, for the weak too strong, No stated rule, his wanton will his guide.

Too costly for the poor : To rein the steed With clubs and stones, rude implements of war, Swift stretching o'er the plain, to cheer the pack He arm'd his savage bands, a multitude

TOpening in concerts of harmonious joy, Untrain'd; of twining osiers form'd, they pitch But breathing death. What though the gripe severo Their artless toils, then range the desert hills, of brazen-fisted Time, and slow disease And scour the plains below; the trembling herd Creeping through every vein, and nerve unstrung, Start at th' unusual sound, and clamorous shout Amict my shatter'd frame, undaunted still, Unheard before ; surpris'd, alas ! to find

Fix'd as a mountain ash, that braves the bolts Man now their foe, whom erst they deem'd their lord, Of angry Jove ; though blasted, yet unfallen; But mild and gentle, and by whom as yet

Still can my soul in Fancy's mirror view Secure they graz’d. Death stretches o'er the plain Deeds glorious once, recall the joyous scene Wide-wasting, and grim slaughter red with blood : In all its splendors deck’d, o'er the full bowl Urg'd on by hunger keen, they wound, they kill, Recount my triumphs past, urge others on Their rage licentious knows no bound ; at last, With hand and voice, and point the winding way: Encumber'd with their spoils, joyful they bear Pleas'd with that social sweet garrulity, Upon their shoulders broad the bleeding prey. The poor disbanded veteran's sole delight. Part on their altars smoke a sacrifice

First let the kennel be the huntsman's care, To that all-gracious Power, whose bounteous hand Upon some little eminence erect, Supports his wide creation; what remains

And fronting to the ruddy dawn ; its courts On living coals they broil, inelegant

On either hand wide opening to receive Of taste, nor skill'd as yet in nicer arts

The Sun's all-cheering beams, when mild he shines Of pamper'd luxury. Devotion pure,

And gilds the mountain tops. For much the pack And strong necessity, thus first began

(Rous'd from their dark alcoves) delight to stretch The chase of beasts : though bloody was the deed, And bask in his invigorating ray: Yet without guilt. For the green herb alone Warn'd by the streaming light and merry lark, L'nequal to sustain man's laboring race,

Forth rush the jolly clan; with tuneful throats Now every moving thing that livid on Earth They carol loud, and in grand chorus join'd Was granted him for food.* So just is Heaven, Salute the new-born day. For not alone To give us in proportion to our wants.

The vegetable world, but men and brutes Or chance or industry in after-time

Own his reviving influence, and joy Some few improvements made, but short as yet | At his approach. Fountain of light! if chance Of due perfection. In this isle remote

Some envious cloud veil ihy refulgent brow, Our painted ancestors were slow to learn,

In vain the Muses' aid ; untouch'd, unstrung, To arms devote, of the politer arts

Lies my mute harp, and thy desponding bard Nor skill'd nor studious; till from Neustria's coasts Sits darkly musing o'er th' unfinish'd lay. Victorious William, to more decent rules

Let no Corinthian pillars prop the dome, Subdu'd our Saxon fathers, taught to speak

A vain expense, on charitable deeds The proper dialect, with horn and voice

Better dispos'd, to clothe the tatter'd wretch, To cheer the busy hound, whose well-known cry Who shrinks beneath the blast, to feed the poor His listening peers approve with joint acclaim. Pinch'd with afflictive want. For use, not state, From him successive huntsmen learn’d to join Gracefully plain, let each apartment rise. In bloody social leagues, the multitude

O'er all let cleanliness preside, no scraps Dispers’d; to size, to sort their various tribes; Bestrew the pavement, and no half-pick'd bones To rear, feed, hunt, and discipline the pack. To kindle fierce debate, or to disgust Hail, happy Britain! highly favor'd isle,

That nicer sense, on which the sportsman's hope, And Heaven's peculiar care! To thee 'tis given And all his future triumphs, must depend. To train the sprightly steed, more fleet than those Soon as the growling pack with eager joy Begot by winds, or the celestial breed

Have lapp'd their smoking viands, morn or eve, That bore the great Pelides through the press From the full cistern lead the ductile streams, Of heroes arm'd, and broke their crowded ranks ; To wash thy court well pav’d, nor spare thy pains, Which, proudly neighing, with the Sun begins For much to health will cleanliness avail. Cheertui his course ; and ere his beams decline, Seek'st thou for hounds to climb the rocky steep, Has measur'd half thy surface unfatigued.

And brush th' entangled covert, whose nice scent In thee alone, fair land of liberty!

O'er greasy fallows and frequented roads

Can pick the dubious way? Banish far off • Gen. chap. ix. ver. 3.

Each noisome stench, let no offensive smell

Invade thy wide inclosure, but admit

But husband thou thy pleasures, and give scope The nitrous air and purifying breeze.

To all her subile play: by Nature led, Water and shade no less demand thy care : A thousand shifts she tries ; l'unravel these In a large square th' adjacent field inclose,

Th'industrious beagle twists his waving tail, There plant in equal ranks the spreading elm, Through all her labyrinths pursues, and rings Or fragrant lime; most happy thy design,

Her doleful knell. See there with countenance If at the bottom of thy spacious court,

blithe, A large canal, fed by the crystal brook,

And with a courtly grin, the fawning hound From its transparent bosom shall reflect

Salutes thee cowering, bis wide-opening poee Downward thy structure and inverted grove. Upward he curls, and his large sloe-black eres Here when the Sun's too potent gleams annoy Melt in soft blandishments and humble joy ; The crowded kennel and the drooping pack, His glossy skin, or yellow-pied, or blue, Restless, and faint, loll their unmoisten'd tongues, In lights or shades by Nature's pencil drawn), And drop their feeble tails, to cooler shades Reflects the various tints; his ears and legs Lead forth the panting tribe ; soon shalt thou find Fleckt here and there, in gay enamell'd pride. The cordial breeze their fainting hearts revive: Rival the speckled pard ; his rush-grown tail Tumultuous soon they plunge into the stream, O'er his broad back bends in an ample arch: There lave their reeking sides, with greedy joy On shoulders clean, upright and firm he stands: Gulp down the flying wave, this way and that His round cat foot, straight hams, and wide-spread From shore to shore they swim, while clamor loud

thighs, And wild uproar torments the troubled flood : And his low-dropping chest, confess his speed, Then on the sunny bank they roll and stretch His strength, his wind, or on the sieepy hill, Their dripping limbs, or else in wanton rings Or far-extended plain; in every part Coursing around, pursuing and pursued,

So well proportion'd, that the nicer skill The merry multitude disporting play.

Of Phidias himself can't blame thy choice. But here with watchful and observant eye, Of such compose thy pack. But here a mean Attend their frolies, which too often end

Observe, nor the large hound prefer, of size
In bloody broils and death. High o'er thy head Gigantic; he in the thick-woven covert
Wave thy resounding whip, and with a voice Painfully tugs, or in the thorny brake
Fierce-menacing o'errule the stern debate,

Torn and embarrass'd bleeds : But if 100 small,
And quench their kindling rage; for oft in sport The pigmy brood in every surrow swims;
Begun, combat ensues, growling they snarl, Moil'd in the clogging clay, panting they lag
Then on their haunches rear'd, rampant they seize Behind inglorious; or else shivering creep
Each other's throats, with teeth and claws in gore Benumb’d and faint beneath the sheltering thora
Besmear'd, they wound, they tear, till on the ground, For hounds of middle size, active and strong,
Panting, half dead the conquer'd champion lies: Will better answer all thy various ends,
Then sudden all the base ignoble crowd

And crown thy pleasing labors with success.
Loud-clamoring seize the helpless worried wretch, As some brave captain, curious and exact,
And, thirsting for his blood, drag different ways By his fix'd standard forms in equal ranks
His mangled carcass on th' ensanguin'd plain. His gay battalion, as one man they move
O beasts of pity void! t'oppress the weak,

Step after step, their size the same, their arms,
To point your vengeance at the friendless head, Far-gleaming, dart the same united blaze :
And with one mutual cry insult the fallin!

Reviewing generals his merit own;
Emblem too just of man's degenerate race. How regular! how just! And all his cares
Others apart, by native instinct led,

Are well repaid, if mighty George approve.
Knowing instructor! 'mong the ranker grass So model thou thy pack, if honor touch
Cull each salubrious plant, with bitter juice Thy generous soul, and the world's just applause
Concoctive stor'd, and potent to allay

But above all take heed, nor mix thy hounds Each vicious ferment. Thus the hand divine Of different kinds ; discordant sounds shall grate Of Providence, beneficent and kind

Thy ears offended, and a lagging line
To all his creatures, for the brutes prescribes Of babbling curs disgrace thy broken pack.
A ready remedy, and is himself

But if the amphibious otter be thy chase, Their great physician. Now grown stiff with age, Or stately stag, that o'er the woodland reigns; And many a painful chase, the wise old hound, Or if the harmonious thunder of the field Regardless of the frolic pack, attends

Delight thy ravish'd ears; the deep-flew'd hound His master's side, or slumbers at his ease

Breed up with care, strong, heavy, slow, but sure: Beneath the bending chade ; there many a ring Whose ears down-hanging from his thick round head Runs o'er in dreams; now on the doubtful foil. Shall sweep the morning dew, whose clanging voice Puzzles perplex’d, or doubles intricate

Awake the mountain Echo in her cell. Cautious unfolds, then, wing'd with all his speed, And shake the forests : The bold Talbot kind Bounds o'er the lawn to seize his panting prey, Of these the prime ; as white as Alpine snows; And in imperfect whimperings speaks his joy. And great their use of old. Upon the banks

A different hound for every different chase Of Tweed, slow winding through the vale. the seat Select with judgment; nor the timorous hare of war and rapine once, ere Britons knew O'ermatch'd destroy, but leave that vile offence The sweets of peace, or Anna's dread commands To the mean, murderous, coursing crew; intent To lasting leagues the haughty rivals awd, On blood and spoil. O blast their hopes, just There dwelt a pilfering race; well train'd and skilld Heaven!

In all the mysteries of theft, the spoil And all their painful drudgeries repay

Their only substance, feuds and war their sport: With disappointment and severe remorse.

Not more expert in every fraudful art

The arch-lelon * was of old, who by the tail With tender blossoms teeming, kindly spare Drew back his lowing prize : in vain his wiles, Thy sleeping pack, in their warm beds of straw In vain the shelter of the covering rock,

Low-sinking at their ease ; listless they shrink In vain the sooty cloud, and ruddy flames

Into some dark recess, nor hear thy voice That issued from his mouth; for soon he paid Though oft inyok’d; or haply if thy call His forfeit life: a debt how justly due

Rouse up the slumbering tribe, with heavy eyes To wrong'd Alcides, and avenging Heaven! Glaz'd, lifeless, dull, downward they drop their tails Veil'd in the shades of night they ford the stream, Inverted ; high on their bent backs erect Then prowling far and near, whate'er they seize Their pointed bristles stare, or 'mung the tufts Becomes their prey: nor flocks nor herds are safe, of ranker weeds, each stomach-healing plant Nor stalls protect the steer, nor strong-barr'd doors Curious they crop, sick, spiritless, forlorn. Secure the favorite horse. Soon as the morn | These inauspicious days, on other cares Reveals his wrongs, with ghastly visage wan Employ thy precious hours; th' improving friend The plunder'd owner stands, and from his lips With open arms embrace, and from his lips A thousand thronging curses burst their way : Glean science, season'd with good-natur'd wit. lle calls his stout ailies, and in a line

But if the inclement skies and angry Jove Ilis faithful hound he leads, then with a voice Forbid the pleasing intercourse, thy books That utters loud his rage, attentive cheers : Invite thy ready hand, each sacred page Soon the sagacious brute, his curling tail

Rich with the wise remarks of heroes old. Flourish'd in air, low bending plies around

Converse familiar with th'illustrious dead; His busy nose, the steaming vapor snuffs

With great examples of old Greece or Rome, Inqirisitive, nor leaves one turf untried,

Enlarge thy free-born heart, and bless kind Heaven, Till, conscious of the recent stains, his heart That Britain yet enjoys dear Liberty, Beats quick ; his snuffing nose, his active tail,

That balm of life, that sweetest blessing, cheap Attest his joy ; then with deep opening mouth, Though purchas'd with our blood. Well-bred, That makes the welkin tremble, he proclaims

polite, Th'audacious felon; foot by foot he marks Credit thy calling. See! how mean, how low, His winding way, while all the listening crowd The bookless sauntering youth, proud of the skut Applaud his reasonings. O'er the watery ford,

That dignifies his cap, his flourish'd belt,
Dry sandy heaths, and stony barren hills,

And rusty couples gingling by his side.
O'er beaten paths, with men and beasts distain'd, Be thou of other mould ; and know that such
Unerring he pursues; till at the cot

Transporting pleasures were by Heaven ordain'd Arriv'd, and seizing by his guilty throat

Wisdom's relief, and Virtue's great reward.
The caitiff vile, redeems the captive prey:
So exquisitely delicate his sense!
Should some more curious sportsman here inquire

Book II.
Whence this sagacity, this wondrous power
Of tracing, step by step, or man or brute ?

Argument.
What guide invisible points out their way
O'er the dank marsh, bleak hill, and sandy plain? Of the power of instinct in brutes. Two remark-
The courteous Muse shall the dark cause reveal. able instances in the hunting of the roe-buck, and
The blood that from the heart incessant rolls

in the hare going to seat in the morning. Of In many a crimson tide, then here and there

the variety of seats or forms of the hare, accordIn smaller rills dis parted, as it Nows

ing to the change of the season, weather, or wind. Propeil'd, the serons particles evade

Description of the hare-hunting in all its parts, Through th' open pores, and with the ambient air

interspersed with rules to be observed by those Entangling mix. As fuming vapors rise,

who follow that chase. Transition to the Asiatic And hang upon the gently purling brook,

way of hunting, particularly the magnificent There by th' incumbent atmosphere compressid:

manner of the Great Mogul, and other Tartarian The panting Chase grows warmer as he flies, princes, taken from Monsieur Bernier, and the And through the net-work of the skin perspires;

history of Gengiscan the Great. Concludes with Leaves a long-streaming trail behind, which by a short reproof of tyrants and oppressors of The cooler air condens'd, remains, unless

mankind. By some rude storm dispers’d, or rarefied By the meridian Sun's intenser heat.

Nor will it less delight th' attentive sage To every shrub the warm effluvia cling,

T'observe that Instinct, which unerring guides Hang on the grass, impregnate earth and skies. The brutal race, which mimics reason's lore, (swift With nostrils opening wide, o'er hill, o'er dale And oft transcends: Heaven-taught, the re-buck The vigorous hounds pursue, with every breath

Loiters at ease before the driving pack Inhale the grateful steam, quick pleasures sting

And mocks their vain pursuit; nor far he flies, Their tingling nerves, while they their thanks repay, But checks his ardor, till the steaming scent And in triumphant melody confess

That freshens on the blade provokes their rage. The titillating joy. Thus on the air

Urg'd to their speed, his weak deluded foes Depend the hunter's hopes. When ruddy streaks Soon flag fatigued; strain'd to excess each nerve, At eve forebode a blustering stormy day,

Fach slacken'd sinew fails; they pant, they foam , Or lowering clouds blacken the mountain's brow, Then o'er the lawn he bounds, o'er the high bills When nipping frosts, and the keen biting blasts Siretches secure, and leaves the scatter'd crowd of the dry parching east, menace the trees To puzzle in the distant vale below.

'Tis Instinct that directs the jealous hare * Cacus, VIRG. Æn. lib. viii.

|To choose her soft abode. With grep revers'd

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