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Thus paises o’er, thro' varied life's career,

Man’s fleeting age; the feasons, as they fly, Snatch from us in their course, year after year,

Some sweet connection, fome endearing tie. The parent, ever-honour'd; ever dear,

Claims from the filial breast the pious sigh ;
A brother's urn demands the kindred tear,

And gentle sorrows gush from Friendhip's eye.
To-day we frolick in the rofy bloom
Of jocund youth--the morrow knells us to the tomb.

VIII.
Who knows how soon, in this fepulchral spot,

Shall Heaven to me the drear abode asign?
How soon the past irrevocable lot.

Of these that rest beneath me, shall be mine? Haply, when Zephyr to thy native bourn

Shall waft thee o’er the storm'd Hibernian wave, Thy gentle breaft, my Tavistock , fhail mourn

To find me sleeping in the senseless grave. No more the social leisure to divide,

In the sweet intercourse of soul and soul,
Blythe, or of graver brow; no more to chide

The ling’ring years impatient as they roll,
Till all thy cultur'd virtues shall display,
Pull blossom'd, their bright honours to the gazing day.

IX.
Ah, dearest youth! these vows, perhaps unheard,

The rude wind scatters o'er the billowy main ;
These prayers, at Friendship's holy shrine preferr'd,

May rise to grasp their father's knees in yain.

Francis, Marquis of Tavistock, only son to the Duke of Bedford ; whose death, which happened on the 22d of March 1767, was occasioned by a fall from his horse, which he received while hunting a few days before.--Mr. Emily was Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge, and had been tutor to the Marquis : he died in the year 1762, being then Major of the Surry militia ; five years before the melancholy accident which deprived the world of his noble and universally lamented pupil. XX

Soon, Soon, foon may nod the fad funereal plume

With folemn horror o'er thy timeless hearse, And I survive to grave upon thy tomb

The mournful tribute of memorial verse ! That leave to Heaven's decision : be it thine,

Higher than yet a parent's wishes few, To foar in bright pre-eminence, and shine

With felf-earn'd honours, eager to pursue, Where glory, with her clear unsully'd rays, The well-born spirit lights to deeds of mightiest praife.

X. 'Twas she thy god-like Russel's bofom steel'd

With confidence untam'd, in his last breath Stern-smiling. She, with calm composure, held

The patriot'axe of Sidney, edg'd with death. Smit with the warmth of her impulsive flame,

Wolfe's gallant virtue flies to worlds afar, Emulous to pluck fresh wreaths of well-earn'd fame

From the grim frowning brow of laureld war. 'Twas the, that on the morn of direful.birth,

Bare'd thy young bosom to the fatal blow, Lamented Armytage ! the bleeding youth !

O bathe him in the pearly caves below, Ye Nereids and ye Nymphs of Camus hoar, Weep--for ye oft have seen him on your haunted hore.

XI. Better to die with glory than recline

On the soft lap of ignominious peace, "Than yawn out the dull droning life fupine

In monkih apathy and gowned ease.
Better employ'd, in honour's bright career,

The least division on the dial's round,
Than thrice to compass Saturn's live.long year,

Grown old in floth, the burden of the ground;

* Sir John Armytage, member of parliament for the city of York, who was killed at St. Cas, in the year 1758.

Than

Than tug with sweating toil the slavish oar

Of unredeem'd affliction, and sustain The fev'rous

rage

of fierce diseases sore
Unnumber'd, that in sympathetick chain
Hang ever thro’ the thick circumfluous air,
All from the drizzly verge of yonder star-girt sphere.

XII.
Thick in the many-beaten road of life,

A thousand maladies are posted round,
With wretched man to wage eternal ftrife

Unseen, like ambush'd Indians, till they wound. There the swoln Hydrop stands, the wat’ry Rheum,

The Northern Scurvy, Blotch with lep'rous scale ; And moping ever in the cloister'd gloom

Of learned Sloth, the bookish Asthma pale : And the shunn'd Hag unsightly, that ordain'd

On Europe's sons to wreak the faithless sword
Of Cortez, with the blood of millions stain'd,

O'er dog-ey'd luft the tort'ring scourge abhor'd
Shakes threatning ; fince the while the wing'd her flight
From Amazon's broad wave, and Andes' fnow.clad height.

XIII.
Where the wan daughter of the yellow year,

The chatt'ring Ague chill, the writhing Stone,
And he of ghastly feature, on whose car

Unheeded croaks the death-bird's warning moan, Marasmus; knotty Gout; and the dead life

Of nerveless Palsy ; there, on purpose fell Dark brooding, whets his interdicted knife,

Grim Suicide, the damned fiend of hell. There, too, is the stunnid Apoplexy pight *,

The bloated child of gorg'd Intemperance foul ; Self-wafting Melancholy, black as night

Louring, and foaming fierce with hideous how!

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The dog Hydrophoby, and near allied
Scar'd Madness, with her moon-ftruck eye-balls staring wide.

XIV.
There, stretch'd one huge, beneath the rocky mine *,

With boiling fulphur fraught, and smouldering fires;
He, the dread delegate of Wrath Divine,

E'er while that stood o'er Taio's hundred spires
Vindictive; thrice he wav'd th' earth-shaking wand,

Powerful as that the fon of Amram bore,
And thrice he rais'd, and thrice he check'd his hand.

He ftruck, the rocking ground with thund'rous roar
Yawn'd! Here from street to street hurries, and there

Now runs, now stops, then shrieks and scours amain,
Staring Distraction : many a palace fair,

With millions finks ingulph'd, and pillar'd fane;
Old Ocean's farthest waves, confess the fhock;
E’en Albion trembled, conscious, on his fedfast rock.

XV.

The meagre Famine there ; and, drunk with blood,

Stern War; and the loath'd monster, whom of yore The slimy Naïad of the Memphian food

Engend'ring, to the bright-hair'd Phæbus bore, Foul Pestilence, that on the wide-Stretch'd wings

Of Commerce speeds from Cairo's swarthy bay His westering flight, and thro' the sick air flings

Spotted Contagion ; at his heels Dismay And Desolation urge their fire-wheel'd yoke

Terrible ; as long of old, when from the height Of Paran came unwrath'd the Mightiest, hook

Earth's firm fix'd base tottering; thro' the black night Glanc'd the flash'd lightnings ; heaven's rent roof abroad Thunder'd; and universal nature felt it's God.

Allading to the earthquake at Lisbon.

XVI. Who

XVI.
Who on that scene of terror, on that hour

Of rouzed indignation, shall withstand
Th’ Almighty, when he meditates to shower

The bursting vengeance o’er a guilty land !
Canft thou, fecure in Reason’s vaunted pride,

Tongue-doughty miscreant, who but now didit gore
With more than Hebrew rage th’innocent fide

Of agonizing mercy, bleeding fore ;
Canst thou confront, with stedfast eye unaw'd,

The sworded judgment stalking far and near?
Well may'st thou tremble, when an injur'd God

Disclaims thee-guilt is ever quick of fear
Loud whirlwinds howl in Zephyr's foftest breath;
And every glancing meteor glares imagin'd death.

XVII.
The good alone are fearless, they alone

Firm and collected in their virtue, brave
The wreck of worlds, and look unfhrinking down

On the dread yawnings of the rav'nous grave:
Thrice happy! who the blameless road along

Of honest praise hath reach'd the vale of death; Around him, like ministrant cherubs, throng

His better actions ; to the parting breath Singing their blessed requiems; he the while

Gently reposing on some friendly breaft, Breathes out his benizons; then with a smile

Of soft complacence, lays him down to rest, Calm as the slumbering infant: from the goal Free and unbounded flies the disembody'd soul,

XVIII. Whether fome delegated charge below,

Some much-lov'd friend it's hovering care may claim, Whether it heaven-ward foars, again to know

That long-forgotten country whence it came ;

Conjecture

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