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He nor heaps his brooded stores,
Dauntless on his native sands The dragon-sont of Mona stands ;
In glittering arms and glory drest,
and honorable Death.
| The red dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his descendants bore on their banners.
Tobias SMOLLETT, well known in his time for collection, as the author of The Tears of Scot. the variety and multiplicity of his publications, was land," the “ Ode to Leven-Water," and some other born in 1720, at Dalquhurn, in the county of Dum- short pieces, which are polished, tender, and picbarton. He was educated under a surgeon in turesque ; and, especially, of an “Ode to IndepenGlasgow, where he also attended the medical lec-dence," which aims at a loftier Aight, and perhaps tures of the University; and at this early period he has few superiors in the lyric style. gave some specimens of a talent for writing verses. Smollett married a lady of Jamaica: he was, As it is on this ground that he has obtained a place unfortunately, of an irritable disposition, which inin the present collection, we shall pass over his volved him in frequent quarrels, and finally shortvarious characters of surgeon's mate, physician, his- ened his life. He died in the neighborhood of Leg. toriographer, politician, miscellaneous writer, and horn, in October, 1771, in the fifty-first year of his especially novelist, and consider his claims as a minor age. poet of no mean rank. He will be found, in this
No torrents stain thy limpid source ;
The curlew scream'd, the Tritons blew With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread;
Their shells to celebrate the ravish'd rite; While, lightly pois’d, the scaly brood
Old Time exulted as he flew; In myriads cleave thy crystal flood;
And Independence saw the light. The springing trout in speckled pride;
The light he saw in Albion's happy plains The salmon, monarch of the tide;
Where under cover of a flowering thorn, The ruthless pike, intent on war;
While Philomel renew'd her warbled strains, The silver eel, and mottled par.*
The auspicious fruit of stol'n embrace was born Devolving from thy parent lake,
The mountain Dryads, seiz'd with joy, A charming maze thy waters make,
The smiling infant to their charge consign'd; By bowers of birch, and groves of pine,
The Doric Muse caress'd the favorite boy; And hedges flower'd with eglantine.
The hermit Wisdom stor’d his opening mind. Still on thy banks so gaily green,
As rolling years matur'd his age, May num'rous herds and flocks be seen,
He flourish'd bold and sinewy as his sire; And lasses chanting o'er the pail,
While the mild passions in his breast assuage And shepherds piping in the dale,
The fiercer flames of his maternal sire.
Accomplish'd thus, he wing'd his way,
Those spires that gild the Adriatic ware,
Where Tyranny beheld amaz'd
Fair Freedom's temple, where he mark'd ber grato STROPHE.
He steel'd the blunt Batavian's arms The spirit, Independence, let me share!
To burst the Iberian's double chain; Lord of the lion-heart and eagle eye,
And cities rear'd, and planted farms, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Won from the skirts of Neptune's wide domain Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
He, with the generous rustics, sate Deep in the frozen regions of the north,
On Uri's rocks in close divan ;t A goddess violated brought thee forth,
| And wing'd that arrow, sure as fate, Immortal Liberty, whose look sublime
Which ascertain'd the sacred rights of man. Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in every varying clime.
STROPHE. What time the iron-hearted Gaul
Arabia's scorching sands he cross'd, With frantic Superstition for his guide,
Where blasted Nature pants supine, Arm'd with the dagger and the pall,
Conductor of her tribes adust, The sons of Woden to the field defied:
To Freedom's adamantine shrine; The ruthless hag, by Weser's flood,
And many a Tartar horde forlorn, aghast! In Heaven's name urg'd th' infernal blow; He snatch'd from under fell Oppression's wing ; And red the stream began to flow :
And taught amidst the dreary waste
The all-cheering hymns of Liberty to sing.
Diffus'd through every baser mould,
Even now he stands on Calvi's rocky sbore, The Saxon prince in horror fled
And turns the dross of Corsica to gold. From altars stain'd with human gore;
He, guardian genius, taught my youth And Liberty his routed legions led
Pomp's tinsel livery to despise : In safety to the bleak Norwegian shore.
My lips, by him chastis'd to truth, There in a cave asleep sbe lay,
Ne'er paid that homage which the heart denies Lull'd by the hoarse-resounding main; When a bold savage past that way,
ANTISTROPHE. Impellid by Destiny, his name Disdain.
Those sculptur'd halls my feet shall never tread. Of ample front the portly chief appear'd: The hunted bear supplied a shaggy vest;
Where varnish'd Vice and Vanity combind,
To dazzle and seduce, their banners spread : The drifted snow hung on his yellow beard; And his broad shoulders bray'd the furious blast.
And forge vile shackles for the free-born mind. He stopt: he gaz'd ; his bosom glow'd,
Where Insolence his wrinkled front upreass, And deeply felt the impression of her charms:
And all the flowers of spurious fancy blow; He seiz'd the advantage Fate allow'd,
And Title his ill-woven chaplet wears, And straight compress d her in his vig'rous arms.
Full often wreath'd around the miscreant's
around the miscreant's bus
† Alluding to the known story of William Tell * The par is a small fish, not unlike the smelt, which it associates, the fathers and founders of the cake rivals in delicacy and flavor.
the Swiss Cantons.
of William Tell and bis rs of the confederacyt
Where ever-dimpling Falsehood, pert and vain,
In Fortune's car behold that minion ride,
So moves the sumpter-mule, in harness'd pride, ? That bears the treasure which he cannot taste.
For him let venal bards disgrace the bay,
And hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string; 1 Her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure lay;
And all her jingling bells fantastic Folly ring;
And Nature still to all her feelings just,
ANTISTROPHE. Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell, Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants, And Health, and Peace, and Contemplation dwell. There Study shall with Solitude recline; And Friendship pledge me to his fellow-swains; And Toil and Temperance sedately twine The slender cord that fluttering life sustains : And fearless Poverty shall guard the door ; And Taste unspoil'd the frugal table spread; And Industry supply the humble store ; | And Sleep unbrib'd his dews refreshing shed : White-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite, Shall chase far off the goblins of the night; And Independence o'er the day preside, Propitious power! my patron and my pride.
GEORGE LORD LYTTELTON.
GEORGE LORD LYTTELTON, born at Hagley, in In 1741, he married Lucy, the daughter of Her Jan. 1708–9, was the eldest son of Sir Thomas Fortescue, Esq. a lady for whom he entertained Lyttelton, Bart of the same place. He received purest affection, and with whom he lived in una his early education at Eton, whence he was sent to conjugal harmony. Her death in child-bed, in 17.1 Christ-church College, in Oxford. In both of these was lamented by him in a " Monody," which stara places he was distinguished for classical literature, prominent among his poetical works, and dias and some of his poems which we have borrowed were much natural feeling, amidst the more elatyn the fruits of his juvenile studies. In his nineteenth strains of a poet's imagination. So much year, he set out on a tour to the Continent; and suffice respecting his productions of this class, some of the letters which he wrote during this ab- are distinguished by the correctness of their pers sence to his father are pleasing proofs of his sound cation, the elegance of their diction, and the dei principles, and his unreserved confidence in a vene- of their sentiments. His miscellaneous pieces. E. rated parent. He also wrote a poetical epistle to his History of Henry II., the last the work of Dr. Ayscough, his Oxford tutor, which is one of the age, have each their appropriate merits, bo best of his works. On his return from abroad, he here be omitted. was chosen representative in parliament for the The death of his father, in 1751, produced by borough of Oakhampton; and being warmed with succession to the title and a large estate ; and be that patriotic ardor which rarely fails to inspire the taste for rural ornament rendered Hagley oe 1 bosom of an ingenuous youth, he became a distin- the most delightful residences in the kingdon guished partisan of opposition-politics, whilst his the dissolution of the ministry, of which he co father was a supporter of the ministry, then ranged posed a part, in 1759, he was rewarded with elen under the banners of Walpole. When Frederic tion to the peerage, by the style of Baron Lrt 1 Prince of Wales, having quarrelled with the court, of Frankley, in the county of Worcester. E! formed a separate court of his own, in 1737, Lyt- died of a lingering disorder, which he bore e telton was appointed secretary to the Prince, with pious resignation, in August 1773, in the 640 yet! an advanced salary. At this time Pope bestowed of his age. his praise upon our patriot in an animated couplet:
Free as young Lyttelton her cause pursue,
| Though now, sublimely borne on Homer's WIDE. THE PROGRESS OF LOVE.
of glorious wars and godlike chiefs she sing.
Wilt thou with me revisit once again
The crystal fountain, and the flowery plain! 1. Uncertainty. To Mr. Pope.
Wilt thou, indulgent, hear my verse relate
The various changes of a lover's state ; 2. Hope. To the Hon. George Doddington.
And, while each turn of passion I pursue, 3. Jealousy. To Edward Walpole, Esq.
Ask thy own heart if what I tell be true ? 4. Possession. To the Right Hon. the Lord Viscount
To the green margin of a lonely wood.
Whose pendent shades o'erlook'd a silver food.
Full of the image of his beauteous maid :
His flock, far off, unfed, untended, lay,
To every savage a defenceless prey ;
No sense of interest could their master more,
And every care seem'd trifling now but love.
Awhile in pensive silence he remain'd,
plain'd; While yet thy Muse, content with humbler praise, At length the thoughts, within his bosom pent, Warbled in Windsor's grove her sylvan lays; Forc'd his unwilling tongue to give them veas