Where in the dungeon's loathfome fhade, From Death's chill dew, with many a clotted tear, What precious Drug, or ftronger Charm, Her cryftal cup from Nature's pureft rill; I fee the hallow'd fhade of HALES T Who felt, like thee, for human woe, And taught the health-diffufing gales Thro' Horror's murky cells to blow, * Muffabat tacito Medecina timore. LUCRETIUS. STEPHEN HALES, minifter of Teddington: he died at the age of 84, 1761; and has been justly called "An ornament to his profeffion, as a clergyman, and to his country, as a philofopher." I had the happinefs of knowing this excellent man, when I was very young; and well remember the warm glow of benevolence which used to animate his countenance, in relating the fuccefs of his various projects for the benefit of mankind. I have frequently heard him dwell with great pleasure on the fortunate incident which led him to the As thy protecting angel wait; To fave thee from the fnares of Fate, I hear him praife, in wonder's warmest tone, Thy foul fupplies new funds of health And Pharmacy's reviving power.. Infpirit every mortal part; And, far more potent than precarious art, Give radiance to the eye, and vigor to the heart. Bleft HOWARD! who like thee can feel Friend to the wretch, whom friends difclaim, difcovery of his Ventilator, to which I have alluded.-He had ordered a new floor for one of his rooms; his carpenter not having prepared the work fo foon as he expected, he thought the feafon improper for laying down new boards, when they were brought to his houfe, and gave orders for their being depofited in his barn;-from their accidental pofition in that place, he caught his firft idea of this useful invention. Authority unfeeling power, But thou canft Want with Guilt confound: Thy bonds the man of virtuous toil furround, How favage are thy fern decrees? Thy cruel minifter I fee A weak, laborious victim seize, Whom this terrific form has frighten'd from their fport. Nor weeps the only from the thought, E'en now her fears, from fondness bred, Drop, in that murd'rous scene, his pale, expiring head. Take comfort yet in these keen pains, Has purg'd the damp of Death from that polluted air. His care exulting BRITAIN found A friend to every clime a Patriot of the World? Ye nations thro' whofe fair domain Philanthropy outftrip'd keen Pleasure's pace, Where-e'er her generous Briton went, Princes his fupplicants became : He feem'd the enquiring angel, fent Her languid head with tranfport rear'd; And gazing on her godlike gueft, Like thofe of old, whom Heaven's pure fervant bleft, Amaz'd her foreign children cry, * I am credibly informed that several Princes, or at leaft perfons in authority, requested Mr. Howard not to publish a minute account of fome prifons, which reflected difgrace on their government. 14 ? "O! who is he, whofe daring eye "With royal bounty unconfin'd, "Has tempted Freedom's fon to fhare "Thefe perils; fearching with an angel's care "Each cell of dire Disease, each cavern of Defpair?" No monarch's word, nor lucre's luft, Nor vain ambition's reftlefs fire, Nor ample power, that facred truft! His life-diffufing toils infpire: Rous'd by no voice, fave that whofe cries Internal bid the foul arife From joys, that only feem to blefs, From low purfuits, which little minds poffefs, To Nature's noblet aim, the Succour of Diftrefs! Taught by that God, in Mercy's robe, Who his cœleftial throne refign'd, To free the prifon of the globe From vice, th' oppreffor of th' mind! For thee, Captivity! he left Fair Fortune's lap, who, far from coy, Bade him with fmiles his golden hours employ While to thy virtue's utmoft fcope I boldly strive my aim to raise * To shoot the glittering fhaft of Praise; |