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A radiant cross its form expands ;-
Its opening arms appear t' embrace
The whole collective human race,
Refuge of all men in all lands!

Grant me, kind Heav'n, in prosp'rous hour
To pluck this consecrated flow'r,
And wear it thankful on my breast;
Then shall my steps securely stray,
No pleasures shall pervert my way 14,
No joys seduce, no cares molest.

Like Tobit (when the hand, approv'd

By Heav'n, th' obstructing filmns remov'd 15)

I now see objects as I ought:

Ambition's 16 hideous; pleasure vain;
Av'rice 16 is but a blockhead's gain,
Possessing all, bestowing nought.

Passions and frauds surround us all,
Their empire is reciprocal:

Shun their blandishments and wiles ;
Riches but serve to steel the heart;
Want has its meanness and its art;
Health betrays, and strength beguiles.

In highest stations snares misguide;
Midst solitude they nurture pride,
Breeding vanity in knowledge;
A poison in delicious meat,

Midst wines a fraud, midst mirth a cheat,
In courts, in cabinet, and college.

The toils are fixt, the sportsmen keen:
Abroad unsafe, betray'd within,
Whither, O mortal! art thou flying?
Thy resolutions oft are snares,
Thy doubts, petitions, gifts, and pray'rs ;-
Alas, there may be snares in dying!

It

14" My heart is a vain and wandering heart, whenever it is led by its own determinations. is busy to no purpose, and occupied to no end, whenever it is not guided by divine influence: it seeketh rest and findeth none: it agreeth not with itself: it alters resolutions, changeth judgment, frames new thoughts, and suppresses old ones; pulls down every thing, and re-buildeth nothing; in short, it never continueth in the same state. St. Bernard. Meditat.

"Seest thou the luminary of the greater world in the highest pitch of meridian glory; where it continueth not, but descends in the same proportion as it ascended? Look next and consider if the light of this lower world is more permanent? Continuance is the child of Eternity, and not of Time." Ex. Vet. Ascet.

15 Tobit, ch. iii, v. 17.

16 All vices wax old by age: covetousness (and ambition) alone grow young."

Ex. Vet. Ascet. "Why are earth and ashes proud? There is not a more wicked thing than a covetous man: for such an one setteth his own soul to sale, because, while he liveth, he casteth away his powels;" i. e. is a stranger to compassion. Ecclus. ch. x, v. 9.

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PERMIT me, Stanhope', as I form'd thy youth
To classic taste and philosophic truth,
Once more, thy kind attention to engage,
And, dying, leave thee comfort for old-age;
This hist'ry may eternal truths suggest:-
I've seen thee learned, and would leave thee
One grain of piety avails us more
Than Prussia's laurels, or Potosi's store.
How blindly to our misery we run; [done!
Dup'd by false hopes, and by our pray'rs un-
We want, we wish, we change, we change agen;
Yet know not how to ask, nor what, nor when.
They know they have a road, but miss their way;
Just so, misled by liquor, drunkards stray,
Th' uncertainty-is where to find it out 2.
Th' existence of their home admits no doubt;

17 ПАРAKAНTOE: The Comforter; the Holy Spirit. John, ch. xiv, v. 16–26.

Dryden first introduced the word Paraclete into the English language, in his translation of the Hymn Veni Creator Spiritus: as also in his Britannia Rediviva:

Last solemn Sabbath saw the church attend;
The Paraclete in fiery pomp descend.
But, when his wond'rous octave roll'd again-
18 Rom. ch. viii, v. 39.

'Philip Stanhope, esq. late member of parliament for St. German's in Cornwall, and at present envoy extraordinary to the court of Dresden and the circle of Lower Saxony, &c. The natural son of lord Chesterfield, to whom his celebrated letters were addressed.

2 Væ tempori illi quando non deum cognovimus! August. Soliloq. c. 31.

Zimri ask'd wealth, and wealth o'erturn'd his [ By his own art th' artificer was try'd,
And lawyers beat him on the quibbling side.
Now hasten, poet, to begin thy song:

parts.-
[hearts.
Parents for children pray, which break their
Contractors, agio-men, for villas sigh;
To day they purchase, and to morrow die.
Six cubic feet of earth are all their lot;
Mourn'd with hypocrisy, with ease forgot.
Their Christian-heirs the pagan-rites employ,
And give the fun'ral ilicet with joy.

Lelio 4 would be th' Angelics of a school;
Kneels down a wit, and rises up a fool.
Weak hands affect to hold the statesman's scale;
As well the shrimp might emulate a whale.-
Clamb'ring, with stars averse, to fortune's
beight

"A tale," says Prior, "ne'er should be too
long."

Ill-judging is the bard, who slacks his pace
And seeks for flow'rs, when he should run the
race;

Or, wand'ring to enchanted castles, sleeps
On beds of down or Cupid's vigils keeps;
Whilst the main action is by pleasures crost,
And the first purport of th' adventure lost.
Great wits may scorn the dry poetic law;
Nor from the critic, but from Nature, draw:
Each seeming trip, and each digressive start,

art:

(All study'd blandishments t'allure the heart.) Like Santueil's "stream, gliding thro' flow'ry

plains,

Th' effects are seen; the source unknown remains.

Ambitious Oniri rose, and dropp'd down-right-Displays their ease the more, and deep-plann'd
His paunch too heavy, and his head too light.
Like fall'n Salmoneus, he perceiv'd, at length,
The mean bypocrisy of boasted strength:
To deal like Dennis his vain thunder round,
And imitate inimitable sound.-
Both ways deceitful is the wine of pow'r,
When new, 'tis heady, and, when old, 'tis sour.
Janthe' pray'd for beauty; luckless maid!--
An idiot mind th' angelic form betray'd.
Nature profusely deck'd the out-side pile,
But starv'd the poor inhabitant the while.
D'Avenant implor'd the Muses for a tongue:
The Muses lent him theirs. He sweetly sung;
And—(but for Milton 6) had more sweetly

7

swung. [all 8, "Learn hence," he cry'd, " my merry brethren Tyburn's agáric stanches wit, and gall." Others mount Pegasus, but lose their seat: And break their necks, before they end the heat. Libanius try'd the streams of cloquence, [sense. But plummet deep he sunk, unbuoy'd with Soncinas 9 ask'd the "knack of plotting treason Against the crown and dignity of reason 10"

3 Hic tibi mortis erunt metæ: domus alta
sub Ida,

Lyrnessi domus alta:-Solo Laurente se-
pulcrum.
Virg. Æneid XII.

"A small space of ground after death contains both rich and poor. Nature produceth us all alike, and makes no distinction at death. Open the grave, view the dead bodies; move the ashes, you will find no difference between the patrician and the peasant, except thus far; that by the magnificence of the tomb of the former you may perceive he had much more to resign and lose than the latter."

St. Ambrose.

4 Late lord B***. 5 Doctor Angelicus. 6 Milton interceded, and saved D'Avenant, when he was a state-prisoner at Cowes castle in the isle of Wight, anno 1650: D'Avenant, in return, preserved Milton at the Restoration.

7 Alluding to a passage in Dryden: "A man may be capable, as Jack Ketch's wife said of his servant, of a plain piece of work, bare hanging; but, to make a malefactor die sweetly, was only belonging to her husband.”

Dedication to Juvenal.

In ancient times, scarce talk'd of, and less
known,

When pious Justin 'fill'd the eastern throne,
In a small dorp 2 till then for nothing fam'd,
And by the neighb'ring swains Thebais nam'd,
Eulogius liv'd: an humble mason he ;
In nothing rich, but virtuous poverty.
From noise and riot he devoutly kept,
Sigh'd with the sick, and with the mourner wept;
Half his earn'd pittance to poor neighbours went;
They had his alms, and he had his content.
Still from his little he could something spare
To feed the hungry, and to clothe the bare.
He gave whilst aught he had, and knew no
bounds;
[pounds.
The poor man's drachma stood for rich men's
He learnt with patience, and with meekness
taught;

His life was but the comment of his thought.
Hence, ye vain-glorious Shaftesburys, allow
That men had more religion then than now.
Whether they nearer liv'd to the blest times
When man's Redeemer bled for human crimes;
Whether the hermits of the desert fraught
With living practice, by example taught;
Or whether, with transmissive virtues fir'd,
(Which Chrysostoms all-eloquent inspir'd,)
They caught the sacred flan e-I spare to say.
Religion's sun still shot an ev'ning ray.

On the south aspect of a sloping hill,
Whose skirts meand'ring Peneus washes still,
Our pious lab'rer pass'd his youthful days
in peace and charity, in pray'r and praise.

"Alluding to his famous inscription:

Quæ dat aquas saxo letet hospita Nympha sub imo;

Sic tu, cum dederis dora, latere velis.

let.

About the year DXxvi.

Santol. Poem.

2 Dorp, a village, or more properly an hamDryden. It is a German word, and adopted by our best 10 Logic: so defined by our venerable poet writers in the beginning and middle of the last

From an old poem.

9 A Spanish casuist.

Francis Quarles, 1638.

century.

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No stately larch-tree there expands a shade
O'er half a rood 3 of Larisséan glade :

No lofty poplars catch the murm'ring breeze,
Which loit'ring whispers on the cloud-capp'd
Such imag'ry of greatness ill became

[trees;

A nameless dwelling, and an unknown name! Instead of forest-monarchs, and their train, The unambitious rose bedeck'd the plain : Trifoliate cytisus restrain'd its boughs

For humble sheep to crop, and goats to browze. On skirting heights thick stood the clust'ring vine,

And here and there the sweet-leav'd eglantine; One lilac only, with a statelier grace, Presum'd to claim the oak's and cedar's place, And, looking round him with a monarch's care, Spread his exalted boughs to wave in air.

This spot, for dwelling fit, Eulogius chose, And in a month a decent home-stall rose, Something, between a cottage and a cell.— Yet Virtue here could sleep, and Peace could dwell.

From living stone, (but not of Parian rocks)
He chipp'd his pavement, and he squar'd his
blocks:

And then, without the aid of neighbours' art,
Perform'd the carpenter's and glazier's part.
The site was neither granted him, nor giv'n;
'Twas Nature's; and the ground-rent due to
Heav'n.

Wife he had none: nor had he love to spare;
An aged mother wanted all his care.
They thank'd their Maker for a pittance sent,
Supp'd on a turnip, slept upon content.

Four rooms, above, below, this mansion grac'd,
With white-wash deckt, and river-sand o'er-cast:
The first, (forgive my verse if too diffuse,)
Perform'd the kitchen's and the parlour's use:
The second, better bolted and immur'd,
From wolves his out-door family secur'd:
(For he had twice three kids, besides their dams;
A cow, a spaniel, and two fav'rite lambs :)
A third, with herbs perfum'd, and rushes spread,
Held, for his mother's use, a feather'd bed :
Two moss-matrasses in the fourth were shown;
One for himself, for friends and pilgrims one.
A ground-plot square five hives of bees con-
tains;

Emblems of industry and virtuous gains 4!
Pilaster'd jas'mines 'twixt the windows grew,
With lavender beneath, and sage and rue.
Pulse of all kinds diffus'd their od'rous pow'rs,
Where Nature pencils butterflies on flow'rs:
Nor were the cole-worts wanting, nor the root
Which after-ages call Hybernian fruit:
There, at a wish, much chamomile was had;
(The conscience of man's stomach good or bad ;)
Spoon-wort 6 was there, scorbutics to supply;
And centaury to clear the jaundic'd eye;

See note 12.

4 Nullus, cum per cœlum licuit, otio periit dies. Plin. Hist. Natural, l. 1.

All leguminous plants are, as the learned say, papilionaceous, or bear butterflied flowers. 6 Cochlearia. Spoon-wort is the old English word for scurvy-grass.

And that 7, which on the Baptist's vigil sends
To nymphs and swains the vision of their friends.
Else physical and kitchen-plants alone
His skill acknowledge, and his culture own.
Each herb he knew, that works or good or ill,
More learn'd than Mesva, half as learn'd as
Hill;

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For great the man, and useful without doubt, Who seasons pottage-or expells the gout; Whose science keeps life in, and keeps death out!

No flesh from market-towns our peasant sought;
He rear'd his frugal meat, but never bought:
A kid sometimes for festivals he slew :
The choicer part was his sick neighbour's due:
Two bacon-flitches made his Sunday's cheer;
Some the poor had, and some out-liv'd the year:
For roots and herbage, (rais'd at hours to spare)
With humble milk, compos'd his usual fare.
(The poor man then was rich, and liv'd with glee;
Each barley-head un-taxt, and day-light free :)
All had a part in all the rest could spare,
The common water 9, and the common air 1o.
Mean while God's blessings made Eulogius
thrive,

The happiest, most contented man alive,
His conscience cheer'd him with a life well spent,
His prudence a superfluous something lent,
Which made the poor who took, and poor who

gave, content.

Alternate were his labours and his rest,
For ever blessing, and for ever blest,
Such kindness left men nothing to require,
Prevented wishing, and out-rau desire.

He sought, not to prolong poor lives, but save:
And that which others lend, he always gave.
Us'ry, a canker in fair virtue's rose,

Corrodes, and blasts the blossom e'er it blows:
So fierce, O Lucre, and so keen thy edge:
Thou tak'st the poor man's mill-stones for a
pledge II!

Eusebius, hermit of a neighb'ring cell, [well:
His brother Christian mark'd, and knew him
With zeal un-envying, and with transport fir'd,
Convinc'd, that noiseless piety night dwell
Beheld him, prais'd him, lov'd him, and admir'd.
In secular retreats, and flourish well;
And that Heav'n's king (so great a master He)
Had servants ev'ry where, of each degree.
All-gracious Pow'r," he cries, "for forty years
I've liv'd an anchorete in pray'rs and tears:

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8 An Arabian physician, well skilled in botany.

9 Quid prohibietis aquas? Usus communis aquarum est. Ovid. Met. Et cunctis undamque auramque patentem. Virg. Æn. vii.

10

But Ovid is still more explicite, Met. I.

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Sicilian plenty, and the Indian mines; Instead of Pencus, let Pactolus lave

Yon' spring, which bubbles from the mountain's | Give him Bizantium's wealth, which useles
Has all the luxury of thirst supply'd: [side,
The roots of thistles have my hunger fed,
Two roods 12 of cultur'd barley give me bread.
A rock my pillow, and green moss my bed.
The midnight clock attests my fervent pray'rs,
The rising Sun my orisons declares,
The live-long day my aspiration knows,
And with the setting Sun my vespers close!
Thy truth, my hope: thy Providence, my guard:
Thy grace, my strength: thy Heav'n, my last

reward!

But, self-devoted from the prime of youth
To life sequester'd, and ascetic truth,
With fasting mortify'd, worn out with tears,
And bent beneath the load of sev'nty years,
I nothing from my industry can gain
To ease the poor man's wants, or sick man's
My garden takes up half my daily care, [pain:
And my field asks the minutes I can spare;
While blest Eulogius from his pittance gives
The better half, and in true practice lives.
Heav'n is but cheaply serv'd with words and
I want that glorious virtue--to bestow! [show,
True Christianity depends on fact:
Religion is not theory, but act.

Alen, scraphs, all, Eulogius' praise proclaim,
Who lends both sight and feet to blind and lame:
Who sooths th' asperity of hunger's sighs,
And dissipates the tear from mournful eyes;
Pilgrims or wand'ring angels entertains;
Like pious Abraham on Mamre's plains.
Ev'n to brute beasts his righteous care extends 13,
He feels their suff'rings, and their wants be-
friends;

From one small source so many bounties spring,
We lose the peasant, and suppose a king;
A king of Heav'n's own stamp, not vulgar make;
Blessed in giving, and averse to take!
Not such my pow'r! Half-useless doom'd to
Pray'rs and advice are all I have to give: [live,
But all, whate'er my means or strength deny,
The virtues of Eulogius can supply.

Each, in the compass of his pow'r, he serves;
Nor ever from his gen'rous purpose swerves:
Ev'n enemies to his protection run,
Sure of his light, as of the rising Sun.
What pity is it that so great a soul,
An heart so bountiful, should feel control?
Warm in itself, by icy fortune dampt,
And in the effort of exertion crampt;
Beneficent to all meu, just, and true:
As Nature bounteous, and impartial too.
Thus sometimes have I seen an angel's mind
In a weak body wretchedly confin'd;
A mina, O Constantine, which from thy throne
Can take no honours, and yet add her own!
"Then hear me, gracious Heav'n, and grant

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His garden's precincts with a golden wave;
Then may his soul its free-born range enjoy,
Give deed to will, and ev'ry pow'r employ:
In him the sick a second Luke shall find;
Orphans and widows, to his care consign'd,
Shall bless the father, and the husband kind:
Just steward of the bounty he receiv'd,
And dying poorer than the poor réliev'd!”

So pray'd he, whilst an angel's voice from
high

Bade him surcease to importune the sky:
Fate stopp'd his ears in an ill-omen'd day,
And the winds bore the warning sounds away;
Wild indistinction did their place supply;
Half heard, halflost, th' imperfect accents die.
Little foresaw he that th' Almighty Pow'r,
Who feeds the faithful at his chosen hour,
Consults not taste, but wholesomeness of food,
Nor means to please their sense, but do them
Great was the miracle, and fitter too, [good.
When draughts from Cherith's brook Elijah
drew 14:

And wing'd purveyors his sharp hunger fed
With frugal scraps of flesh, and maslin-bread 13,
On quails the humble prophet's pride might
swell,

And high fed lux'ry prompt him to rebell.

Nor dreamt our anchorete, that, if his friend Should reach, O virtuous Poverty! thy eud, That conscience and religion soon might fly To some forsaken elime and distant sky.

Ign'rant of happiness, and blind to ruin, How oft are our petitions our undoing!

Jephtha, with grateful sense of vict'ry fir'd, Made a rash vow, and thought the vow inspir'd: In piety the first, his daughter ran, To hail with duteous voice the conq'ring man: Well meaning, but unconscious of her doom, She sought a blessing, and she found a tomb 16!

141 Kings, ch. xvii, v. 4, &c.

15 Maslin bread, i. e. miscellane, or miscellaneous bread, an ancient English word, given to a plain sort of household bread. When people in a middling station used it, they generally mixed two gallons of oats and rye with six gallons of wheat. The poorer people mixed in cqual quantities wheat, barley, oats, rye, buckwheat, pulse, &c. But such is the luxury of the present age (even amongst the poor) that not only the thing but the very name is forgotten; and a preference given to a whiter, but more unwholesome sort of bread, if alum enters into the composition; which, indeed, cannot be concealed.

One of the first cares of a prime-minister (who ought also to be considered as proveditor-general of a kingdom) is to see the people supplied with bread, of an wholesome nature, at as reasonable a price as possible.

Hence the great Gustavus used to say, "That it required more talents to feed a large army in the field, upon easy terms, in times of war; than to conduct the fighting part,"

16 Judges, ch. xi, v. 51.

The Pow'r Supreme, (my author so declares) | Heard with concern the erring hermit's pray'rs; Heard disapproving; but at length inclin'd To give a living lesson to mankind; That men thence-forward should submissive live; And leave omniscience the free pow'r to give. For wealth or poverty, on man bestow'd, Alike are blessings from the hand of God! How often is the soul ensnar'd by health? How poor in virtue is the man of wealth. The hermit's pray'r permitted, not approv'd; Soon in an higher sphere Eulogius mov'd: Each sluice of affluent fortune open'd soon, And wealth flow'd in at morning, night, and

noon.

One day, in turning some uncultur'd ground, (In hopes a free-stone quarry might be found) His mattock met resistance, and behold A casket burst, with di'monds fill'd and gold. He cramm'd his pockets with the precious store, And ev'ry night review'd it o'er and o'er; Till a gay conscious pride, unknown as yet, Touch'd a vain heart, and taught it to forget: And, what still more his stagg'ring virtue try'd, His mother, tut'ress of that virtue, dy'd.

A neighb'ring matron, not unknown to fame, (Historians give her Teraminta's name,) The parent of the needy and distress'd, With large demesnes and well-sav'd treasure blest; [store (For like th' Egyptian prince 7 she hoarded To feed at periodic dearths the poor ;) This matron, whiten'd with good works and age, Approach'd the sabbath of her pilgrimage; Her spirit to himself th' Almighty drew ;→→→ Breath'd on th' alembic, and exhal'd the dew. In souls prepar'd, the passage is a breath From time t'eternity, from life to death 18. But first, to make the poor her future care, She left the good Eulogius for her heir.

Who but Eulogius now exults for joy? New thoughts, new hopes, new views his mind employ.

Pride push'd forth buds at ev'ry branching shoot,
And virtue shrunk almost beneath the root.
High-rais'd on fortune's hill, new Alps he
spies,

O'ershoots the valley which beneath him lies, Forgets the depths between, and travels with his eyes.

The tempter saw the danger in a trice, (For the man slidder'd upon fortune's ice:) And, having found a corpse half-dead, half-warm, Reviv'd it, and assum'd a courtier's form: Swift to Thebaïs urg'd his airy flight; And measur'd half the globe in half a night. With flowing manners exquisitely feign'd, And accent soft, he soon admission gain'd: Survey'd each out-work well, and mark'd apart Each winding avenue that reach'd the heart;

17 Gen. ch. xli, v. 35, &c.

18 "The time in which we now live is borrowed from the space of our existence: what is past is dead aud vanished; what remaineth is daily made less and less; insomuch that the whole time of our life is nothing but a passage to death." St. August. de Civitat. Dei, X.

VOL. XVI.

Displaying, like th' illusive fiend of old,
Thrones deckt with gems, and realms of living
Bad spirits oft intrude upon the good; [gold 19.
Adonis' grot near Christ's presepio stood ".

Th' artificer of fraud, (tho' here he fail❜d,) Straight chang'd approaches, and the ear assail'd; This only chink accessible he finds;

For flatt'ry's oil pervades ev'n virtuous minds.
Virtue, like towns well-fortify'd by art.
Has (spite of fore-sight) one deficient part.

With lenient artifice, and fluent tongue,
(For on his lips the dews of Hybla hung,)
Libanius like 21, he play'd the sophist's part,
And by soft marches stole upon the heart:
Maintain'd that station, gave new birth to sense,
And call'd forth manners, courage, eloquence:
Then touch'd with spritely dashes here and there,
(Correctly strong, yet seeming void of care,)
The master-topic, which may most men move,
The charms of beauty and the joys of love!
Eulogius faulter'd at the first alarms,
And soon the 'waken'd passions buzz'd to arms;
Nature the clam'rous bell of discord rung,
And vices from dark caverns swift up-sprung.
So, when Hell's monarch did his summons make,
The slumb'ring demons started from the lake.

Eulogius saw with pride, or seem'd to see, (Not yet in act, but in the pow'r to be,) Great merit lurking dormant in his mind : He had been negligent—but Nature kind: Till by degrees the vain, deluded elf, Grew out of humour with his former self. He thought his cottage small, and built in haste; It had convenience but it wanted taste. His mien was awkward; graces he had none; Provincial were his notions and his tone; His manners emblems of his own rough stone.

Then, slavish copyist of his copying friend, He ap'd him without skill, and without end: Larissa's gutturals convuls'd his throat; He smooth'd his voice to the Bizantine note. With courtly suppleness unfurl'd his face; Or screw'd it to the bonne mine of grimace; With dignity he sneez'd, and cough'd with grace. The pious mason onee, had time no more To mark the wants and mis'ry of the poor! Suspicious thoughts his pensive miud employ, A sullen gratitude, and clouded joy. In days of poverty his heart was light; He sung his hymns at morning, noon, and night. Want sharpens poesy, and grief adorns ; The spink chants sweetest in a hedge of thorns 23.

19 Matth. ch. v, v. 8.

29 See Sandys's Travels into the Holy Land, folio, p. 138.

Presepio is an Italian word, taken from the Latin, and signifies a stable or manger. It is now become a term of art, and denotes any picture, drawing, or print, where Christ is represented as born in a stable or lying in the manger.

21 A famous Greek rhetorician in the fourth century, whose orations are still extant. 22 Spink, the old poetical name for finches of every sort. See Country Farm, by Surflet and Markham, folio, printed in 1616. 23 Sic Orig.

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