Who from a wreck built up thy bark again, And sent thee proudly on a golden voyage, From whence return'd thou saw'st thy helping friend, Saw'st thy preserver struggling with the storm, And left him to the billow Nature come! Come with thy flow'ry herbs and healing balms, And thou, O MUSE! too long deserted maid, The gay, the solemn, through fair nature's works, Welcome all These, and ev'n the deep'ning din To guard my native land and these fair scenes But far more welcome ev'n than these fair scenes, And yon poor almsman living on the gate In his sunk cheek since last I bade farewell THRICE welcome then, my FRIENDS! for ye can give Fresh perfume to the rose: Ah, whether placed In spacious halls beneath the sculptur'd soof, The wall of clay, ev'n to the idle moss And useful houseleek on the broken thatch, A recollection, equal fond and true Await my village favourites, to prove They are the sovereigns of the scene!* theirs, MAJOR JOHN SCOTT has a feat at Bromley; and while Friendship, pure from the ordeal, marked by indefatigable, The high prerogatives of scepter'd man, As the sun's ray lends lustre to the moon. O! let me haste to yonder rustick seat perhaps by unexampled diligence in the moft arduous cause that ever engaged the attention of men, explaining and defending it almost alone against a host for many years even the cause of WARREN HASTINGS-of whom you have long since possessed my opinion, and it is now the opinion of the greatest part of mankind-while SUCH a friendship is held sacred amongst us, the conduct of this gentleman will be precious-even had his efforts ultimately failed as much as they have succeeded. MAJOR SCOTT has recently added to his name that of WARING, to which is annexed a spacious residence, and ample possessions; but, wherever he and his family remove, as benevolence will certainly form part of the household, it is to be hoped, gratitude will follow. * Doctor HAWKESWORTH, on whose beautiful and various literature it will be amongst my delights in reserve, to My Tutor and my Friend, and skill'd alike It marks the church-yard where his reliques lie: Hail social Joy! and welcome social Grief! And these sweet scenes where both alternate woo The tender heart. O! what again shall draw me from these bounds Where, with blest Nature, Peace and Pleasure reign, With flow'rs and fragrance crown'd!-What sound is that? Hark! 'tis the MAIL-HORN's interesting note My eager step pursues it, passes quick The meads, the shades, unheeded-presses on expatiate when we meet ;-an Author, who, to as much of the strength of our Johnson as was either useful or agreeable, added the sweetness and amenity in which that great writer was deficient and the same distinction marked their man ,ners as men. : Left in the world divided from thyself, Thy dearer self: or, else, perchance, of thee Whose annual promise soon should be fulfill'd, Without entering farther into the description of the favourite little fpot, which has furnished my muse with these flight touches of her pencil, I shall just note, that, in the year 955, one of our early monarchs, Edgar, is said to have presented the manor to the bishops of Rochester, who have still a palace here; that, on the episcopal ground, a mineral spring of the quality of the Tunbridge waters invites the valetudinarians-but invites in vain-being too near home--I mean the metropolis-home-for any body, but a few stray patients whom the doctors force to the fountain, and whom business, or finances, limit to the nearest remedies. |