The lofty elms in humble majesty

Illustrious parent of the best of men !
Bend with the breeze to shade the solemn groves, For thee Antiquity's thrice sacred springs
And spread an holy darkness ; Ceres there Placidly stagnant at their fountain head,
Shines in her golden vesture. Here the meads I rashly dare to trouble (if from thence
Enrich'd by Flora's dædal hand, with pride I aught for thy utility an drain)
Expose their spotted verdure. Nor are you, And in thy towns adopt th’ Ascraan muse.
Pomona, absent; you'midst hoary leaves

Hail heroes, hail invaluable gems,
Swell the vermiliou cherry; and on yon trees Fav'rites of leav'n! to whom the general doom
Suspend the pippin's palatable gold.

Is all remitted, who alone possess
There old Sylvanus in that moss-grown'grot Of Adam's sons fair Eden-rest ye here,
Dwells with his wood-nymphis: tber with chap- Nor seck an earthly good above the hop;
lets green

A good! untasted by your ancient kings,
And russet mantles oft belight, aloft

And to your very sires almost unknown. From yon bent oaks, in Medway's bosom fair In those blest days when great Eliza reign'd Wonder at silver bleak, and prickly pearch,

O'er the adoring nation, when fair peace That swiftly thro' their floating forests glide. Or spread an unstain'd olive round the land, Yet not even these—these ever varied scenes Or laurell'd war did teach our winged fleets Of wealth and pleasure can engage my eyes To lord it o'er the world, when our brave sires To'erlook the lowly hawthorn, if from thence Drank valour from uncauponated beer; The thrush, sweet warbler, chants th'unstudied | The hop (before an interdicted plant, lays

Shun'd like fell aconite) began to hang Which Phæbus' self, vaulting from yonder cloud | Its folded floscles from the golden vine, Refulgent, with enliv'ning ray inspires.

And bloom'd a shade to Cantium's sunny shores Bat neither tow'ring spires, nor Jofty elms, Delightsome, and in cheerful goblets laught Nor golden Ceres, nor the meadows green, Potent, what time Aquarius' urn impends Nor orchats, nor the russet mantled nymphs To hill the dulsome day-potent to quench Which to the murmurs of the Medway dance, The Syrian ardour, and autumnal ills Nor sweetly warbling thrush, with half those To heal with mild potations; sweeter far charms

Than those which erst the subtile Hengist 9 mix'd Attract my eyes, as yonder hop-land close, T'intbrall voluptuous Vortigern. He, with love Joint-work of Art and Nature, which reminds Emasculate and wine, the toils of war The Mase, and 10 her theme the wand'rer calls. Neglected, and to dalliance vile and sloth - Here then with pond'rous vebicles and teams Emancipated, saw th' incroaching Saxons Thy rustics send, and from the caverns deep With unaffected eyes; his band which ought Command them bring the chalk : thence to the T" have shook the spear of justice, soft and kila

smooth, Convey, and temper with Vulcanian fires. Play'd ravish ng divisions on the lyre :

1 Soon as 'tis form'd, thy lime with bounteous hand | This Hengist mark’d, and (for curs'd insolence O'er all thy lands disseminate ; thy lands Soon fattens on impunity! and rises Which first have felt the softening spade, and Briareus from a dwarf) fair Thanet gain'd. drank

Nor stopt he here; but to immense attempts The strength’ning vapours from nutritious marl. Ambition sky-aspiring led him on

This done, select the choicest hop, ť insert Adventrous. He an only daughter rear'd, Fresh in the opening glebe. Say then, my Muse, Roxena, matchless maid! nor reard in vain. Its various kinds, and from th' effete and vile, Her eagle-ey'd callidity, deceit, The eligible separate with care.

And fairy fiction rais d above her sex, The noblest species is by Kentish wights

And furnish'd with a thousand various wiles The Master-hop yclep'd. Nature to him Preposterous, more than female ; wondrous fair Has givin a stouter stalk, patient of cold, She was, and docile, which her pious nurse Or Phoebus evin in youth, his verdant blood Observ'd, and early in each female fraud In brisk saltation circulates and flows

Her 'gan initiate: well she knew to smile, Indesinently vigorous : the next

Whene'er vexation gallid her; did she weep? Is arid, fetid, infecund, and gross,

'Twas not sincere, the fountains of her eyes Significantly styld the Fryar: the last

Play'd artificial streams, yet so well forc'd Is call’d the Savage, who in ev'ry wood,

They look'd like nature; for ev'n art to her And ev'ry hedge unintroduc'd intrudes.

Was natural, and contrarieties When such the merit of the candidates,

Seem'd in Roxena congruous and allied. Easy is the election; but, my friend,

Such was she, when brisk Vortigern beheld, Would'st thou ne'er fail, to Kent direct thy way, Ill-fated prince! and lov'd her. She perceiv'd, Where no one shall be frustrated that seeks Soon she perceiv'd her conquest; soon she told, Ought that is great or good. Hail, Cantium, With hasty joy transported, her old sire. hail !

The Saxon inly smil'd, and to his isle plastrious parent of the finest fruitse,

The willing prince invited, but first bad

The nymph prepare the potions; such as fire . Salve magna parens frugum, Saturnia tellus The blood's meandering rivulets, and depress Magna virûm; tibi res antiquæ laudis & artis Jogredior, sanctos ausus recludere fontes,

9 See the following story told at large in Lam. Aseralımque cano Romana per oppida carmen.


barde's Perambalation of Kent.




To love the soul. Lo! at the noon of night Thy young plants will uplift, their virgin arme
Thrice Hecate intok'd the maid--and thrice They'll stretch, and, marriageable, claim the
The goddess stoop'd assent; forth from a cloud

These in a splendid cup of burnish'd gold

Nor frustrate thou their wishes, so thou may'st
She stoopid, and gave ihe filters power to charm. Expect an hopeful issue, jolly Mirth,
The lovely sorceress mix’d, and to the prince

Sister of taleful Momus, tunelul Song,
Health, peace and joy propin’d, but to herself And fat Goud-nature with her honest face.
Mutter'd dire exorcisms, and wish'd effect But yet in the novitiate of their love,
To th' love-creating draught: lowly she bow'd And tenderness of youth suffice small shoots
Fawning insinuation bland, that might

Cut from the widow'd willow, nor provide
Deceive Laertes' son; her lucid orbs

Poles insurmountable as yet. 'F'is then
Shed copiously the oblique rays; her face When twice bright Phæbus' vivifying ray,
Like modest Luna's shone, but not so pale,

Twice the cold touch of winter's icy hand,
And with no borrow'd lustre; on her brow They've felt; 'tis then we feel sublimer props.
Smild fallacy, while summoning each grace, 'Tis then the sturdy woodman's axe from far
Kneeling she gave the cup. The prince (for Resounds, resounds, and hark! with hollow
who !

Who cou'd have spur'd a suppliant so divine ?)

Down tumble the big trees, and rushing roll
Drank eager, and in ecstacy devour'd

O'er the crush'd crackling brake, while in bis
Th’ ambrosial perturbation; mad with love
He clasp'd her, and in hymeneal bands

Forlorn, dejected, 'mielst the weeping Dryads
At once the nymph demanded and obtain'd. Laments Sylvanus for his verdant care.
Now Hengist, all his aniple wish fulfill'd,

The ash or willow for thy use select,
Exulted ; and from Kent th' uxorious prince Or storm enduring chesnut; but the oak,
Exterminated, and usurp'd his seat.

Unfit for this employ, for nobler ends
Long did he reign; but all-devouring time Reserve untouch'd; she when by time maturid,
Has raz'd his palace walls—Perchance on them Capacious of some British demi-god,
Grows the green hop, and o'er his crumbled bust Vernon, or Warren, shall with rapid wing
In spiral twines ascends the scautile pole.-

Infuriate, like Jove's armour-Bearing bird,
But now to plant, to dig, to dung, to weed; Fly on thy foes; they, like the parted waves,
Tasks humble, but important, ask the Muse, \ Which to the brazen beak murmuring give way
Come, fair magician, sportive Fancy, come,

Amaz'd and roaring from the fight recede.--
With wildest imagery ; thou child of thought, In that sweet month, when to the list ning swains
From thy aerial citadel descend,

Fair Philoinel sings love, and every cot And (for thou canst) assist me. Bring with With garlands blooms bedigbt, with - bandage thee

Thy all-creative talisman; with thee

The tendrils bind, and to the tall poll tie,
The active spirits ideal, tow'ring lights,

Else soon, too soon their meretricious arms
That bover o'er the muse-resounding groves,

Round each ignoble clod they'll fold, and leave And all thy colourings, all thy shapes display. Averse the lordly prop. Thus, have I heard Thou too be here, Experience, so shall I

Where there's no mutual tie, no strong connecMy rules nor in low prose jejunely say,

tion Nor in smooth numbers musically err;

Of love-conspiring hearts, oft the young bride
But vain is Fancy and Experience vain,

Has prostituted to her slaves her charms,
If thou, O Hesiod ! Virgil of our land,

While the infatuated lord admires
Or bear'st thou ratherlo, Milton, bard divine, Fresh-butting sprouts', and issue not his own.
Whose greatness who shalt imitate, save thee? Now turn the glebe: soon with correcting hand,
If thou, O Philips", fav’ring dost not bear When smiling June in jocund dance leadson
Me, inexpert of verse; withi gentle hand Long days and happy hours, from ev'ry vine
Uprear the unpinion'd Muse, high on the top Dock the redundant branches, and once more
Of that immeasurable mount, that far

With the sharp spade thy numerous acres till.
Exceeds thine own Plinlimmon, where thou tun'st The shovel next must lend its aid, enlarge
With Phoebus' self thy lyre. Give me to turn The little hillocks, and erase the weeds.
Th’ unwieldy subject with thy graceful ease, This in that month its title which derives
Extol its baseness with thy art; but chief From great Augustus' ever sacred name !
Dlumine, and invigorate with thy fire.

Sovereign of science ! master of the Muse!
When Phæbus looks thro’ Aries on the spring, Neglected genius' firm ally! of worth
And vernal flow'rs teem with the dulcet fruit, Best julge, and best rewarder, whose applause
Autumnal pride! delay not then thy sets To bards was fame and fortune! O! 'twas well,
In Tellus facile bosom to depose

Well did you too in this, all glorious heroes!
Timely: if thou art wise the bulkiest chuse : Ye Romans !-on Time'swing you've stamp'd his
To every root three joints indulge, and form

The quincunx wità well regulated bills.

And time shall bear it to eternity.
Soon from the dung-enriched earth, their heads Now are our labours crown'd with their reward,

Now bloom the florid hops, and in the stream

Shine in their floating silver, while above
Subtilis Veterum judex & callidus audis.

HORAT. 's Miraturque novas frondes, & non sua poma, * Mr. John Philips, author of Cider, a poem.


10 At ipse




Tembow'ring branches culminate, and form Joyous; but soon the treacherous gloom betrays
A walk impervious to the Sun; the poles Th'unwary visitor, while on his head
Io comely order stand ;. and while you cleave Th' enlarging drops in double show'rs descend.
With the small skiff the Medway's lucid wave, And now no longer in disguise the men
In comely order still their rauks preserve, Of Kent appear; down they all drop their boughs,
And seem to march along 1h' extensive plain. And shine in brazen panoply divine.
lo neat arrangement thus the men of Kent, Enough-great William (for full well he knew
With native oak at once adorn'd and armid, How vain would the conquest) to the sons
Intrepid march'd; for well they knew the cries Of glorious Cantium gave their lives, and laws,
Of dving Freedom, and Astræa's voice,

And liberties securr, and to the prowess
Who as she fled, to echoing wouds complain'd Of Cantium's suns, like Cæsar, deign’d to yield;
Of tyranny, and William ; like a god,

Cæsar and Williain! hail immortal worthies, Refulgent stood the conqueror, on his troups Ilustrious vanquish'd! Cantium, if to them, He sent his looks enliv'ning as the Sun's,

Posterity with all her chiefs unborn,
But on his foes frown'd agony, and death. Aught similar, aught second has to boast.
On his left side in bright emblazonry

Once more (so prophesies the Muse) thy sons His falchion burn'd; forth from his sevenfold shield Sall triumph, emulous of their sires-till then A basilisk shot adamant; b s bow

With olive, and with hop-garlands crown'd, Wure clouds of fury!-on that with plumage O'er all thy land reign plenty, reign fair peace.

Of rarious hue sat a tremendons cone:
Thus sits bigh-canopied above the clouds,
Terrific beauty of nocturnal skies,
Northern Aurora'3; she thro’ th' azure air

Shoots, shoots her trem'lous rays in painted

Continual, while waving to the wind
Oer Night's dark veil her lucid tresses flow.
'The trav'ler views th' unseemly day

Omnia qne multo ante memor prorisa repones, Astound, the proud bend lowly to the earth,

Si te digna manet divini gloria ruris.

Virg. Geor. lib. 1. The pions matrons tremble for the world. But what can daunt th’insuperable sous

Ars length the Musc her destin'd task resumes Of Cantium’s matchless song? On they proceed, with joy; agen o'er all her hop-land groves All innocent of fear ; each face express'd She seehst expatiate free of wing. Long while Contemptuous admiration, while they view'd For a much-loving, much-lov'd youth she wept, The well fed brigades of embroider'd slaves Sorrowing in silence o'er th’untinely urn. That drew the sword for gain. First of the van, Hush then, effeminate sobs; and thou, my heart, With an enormous bough, a shepherd swain Rebel to grief no more - And yet a while, Wbistled with rustic notes; but such as show'd A little while, induige the friendly tears. A heart magnanimous: the men of Kent

O'er the wild worlal, like Noah's dore, in rain Follow the tuneful swain, while o'er their heads

I seek the olive peace, around me wide The green leares whisper, ‘and the big boughs See! see! the wat'ry waste-In vain forlorn bend.

I call the phenix, fair Sincerily; *Teas thus the Thracian, whose-all quick’ning lyre Alas !--extinguish’d to the skies she Aed, The floods inspir'd, aud taught the rocks to feel, And left no heir behind her. Where is now Enchanted dancing Hæmus, to the tune, (wave, The eternal smile of goodness? Where is now The lute's soft tune! The Auttering branches That all-extensive charity of soul, The rocks enjoy it, and the rivulets hear,

So rich in sweetness, that the classic sounds 'The hillocks skip, emerge the humble vales,

In elegance Augustan cloth'd, the wit And all the mighty mountain nods applause. That flow'd perennial, hardly were observ'd, The conqueror view'd them. and as one that sees Or, if observ'd, set off that brighter gem. The cast abrupt of Scylla, or as one

How oft, and yet huw seldom did it seem ! That from th' oblivious streams of Lethe's pool Have I enjoy'd his converse ? - When we met, Has drank eternal apathy, he stood.

The hours how swift they sweetly fled, and till His host an aniversal panic seiz'd

Agen I saw him how they loiter'd. Oh! Prodigious, inopine ; their armour shook,

Theophilus', thou dear departed soul, And clatter'd to the trembling of their limbs ; What flattering tales thuu told'st me? How Some to the walking wilderness gan run

thou'dst hail Confus'd, and in th’inhospitable shade

My Muse, and to wk'st imaginary walks For shelter sought-Wretches ! they shelter find, all in my hopland groves. Stay yet, oh stay ! Eternal shelter in the arms of death!

Thou dear deluder, thou hast seen but halfThus when Aquarius pours out all his urn He's gone ! aud aught that's equal to his praise Down on some lonesome heath, the traveller

fame has not for me, tho' she prove most kind. That wanders v'er the wintry waste, accepts Howe'er this verse be sacred to thy name, The invitation of some spreading beech

These tears, the last sad duty of a friend.

Oft I'll indulge the pleasurable pain "3 Aurora borealis, or lights in the air; a phemenon whieh of late years has been frequent | Mr. Theophilus Wheeler, of Christ Church, here, and in all the more northern countries. Cambridge.



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Of recollection; oft on Medway's banks

That stain the sample, and its worth debase.
I'll muse on thee full pensive ; while her streams All things thus settled and prepar'd, what now
Regardful ever of my grief, shall flow

Can stop the planter's purposes? Unless
In sullen silence silverly along

The Heavens frown dissent, and ominous winds
The weeping shores---or else accordant with Howl thro' the concave of the troubled sky.
My loud laments, shall erer and anon

And oft, alas! the long experienc'd wights
Make melancholy music to the shades,

(Oh! could they too prerent them) storms fore-
The hopland shades, that on her banks expose
Serpentine vines and flowing locks of gold. For, as the storm rides on the rising clouds,

Ye smiling nymphs, th'inseparable train Fly the ticet wild-geese far away3, or else
Of saffron Ceres ; ye, that gamesome dance, The heiser towards the zenith rears her head,
And sing to jolly Autumn, while he stands And wiih expanded nostrils snuffs the air:
With his right hand poizing the scales of Heav'n, The swallons too their airy circuits weave,
And while his left gra-ps Amalthea's horn : And screaming skim the brook; and fen bred
Young chorus of fair Bacchanals, descend,

And leave a while the sickle ; yoniler bill, Forth from their hoarse throats their old grudge
Where stand the loaded hop-poies, claims your

recite :

Or from ber earthly coverlets the ant
There mighty Lacchus seated cross the bin, Ileaves her huge eggs along the narrow way:
Waits your attendance-There lie glad reviews Or bends Thaumantia's 4 variegated bow
His paunch, approaching to imensity

Athwart the cope of Hear'n: or sable crows
Sill nearer, and with pride of heart surveys Obstreperous of wing, in clouds combine:
Obedient mortals, and the world his orn. Besides, unnumber'd troops of birds marine,
See! from the great metropolis they rush, Andi Asia's fcather'd pocks, that in the muds
Th'industrious vulgar. They, like prudent bees, of flow'ry edg'd Cayster wont to prey,
In Kent's wide garden roain, expert to crop Now in the shallows duck their speckled heads,
The flow'ry hop, and provident to work,

And last to lare in vain, their unctuous plumes
Ere winter numb their sunburnt hands, and winds Repulsive bamle their efforts: hearken next
Engoal them, murmuring in their gloomy cells. How the curs'd raven, with her harmful voice,
From these, such as appear the rest t' excel Invokes the rain, and croaking to herself,
In strength and young agility, select.

Struts on some spacious solitary shore.
These shall support with vigour and address Nur want thy servants and thy wife at home
The bin-man's weighty office ; now extract

Signs to presage the show'r; for in the hall
From the sequacious earth the pole, and now Sheds Niobe her prescient tears, and warns
Unmarry from the closely clinging vine.

Beneath thy leaden tubes to fix the vase,
O'er twice three pickers, and no more, extend And catch the falling dew drops, which supply
The bin-man's sway; unless thy ears can bear Soft water and salubrious, far the best
The crack of poles continual, and thine eyes To soak thy hops, and brew thy generous beer.
Bebold unmoved the hurrying peasant tear But tho' bright Phæbus smile, and in the skies
Thy wealth, and throw it on the thankless | The purple-rob'd serenity appear;

Tho' every cloud be fled, yet if the rage
But first the careful planter will consult

Of Boreas, or the blasting east prevail,
His quantity of acres and his crop,

The planter has enough to check his hopes,
How many and how large his kilns ; and then And in due bounds confine his joys; for see
Proportion'd to his wants the hands provide. The ruffian winds in their abrupt career,
But yet of greater consequence and cost, Leave not a hop behind, or at the best
One thing remains unsung, a man of faith

Maogle the circling vine, and intercept
And long experience, in whose thund'ring voice
Lives hoarse authority, potent to quell

3 Nunquam imprudentibus imber
The frequent frays of the tumultuous crew.

Obsuit. Aut illum surgentem vallibus imis
He shall preside o'er all thy hop-land store,

Aëriæ fugere grues! aut bucula cælum
Severe dictator! His merring hard,

Suspiciens, patulis captavit naribus auras:
And eye inquisitive, in heedful guise,

Aut arguta lacus circumvolitavit birundo:
Shall to the brink the measure fill, and fair

Et veterem is limo ranæ cecinere querelam.
On the twin registers the work record.

Sæpius & tectis penetralibus extulit ova
And yet I've known them own a female reign,

Angustum furmica terens iter, & bibit ingens
And gentle Mariane's? soft Orphean voice

Arcus, & e pastu decedens agmine magno.
Has hymn'd sweet lessons of humanity

Corvorum increpuit densis exercitus alis.
To the wild brutal crew. Oft her command

Ham varias pelagi volucres, & quæ Asia circum
Has sav'd the pillars of the hop-land state,

Dulcibus in stagnis rimantur pratra Caystri,
The lofry po! 's from ruin, and sustain'd,

Certatim largos humeris infundere rores;
Like Anna, or Eliza, her domain,

Nunc caput objectare fretis, nunc currere in ude
With more than manly clignity. Oft I've seen,
Ern at her frown the boist'rous uproar cease,

Et studio incassum videas gestire lavandi.
And the mad pickers, tam'd to diligence,

Tum cornix plena pluviam vocat improba voce,
Cull from the bin the sprawling sprigs, and Et sola in sicca secum spatiatur arena,

Nec nocturna quidem carpentes pensa puellas
Nescivere hyemem.

Virg. Georg, 1. • The author's youngest sister.


4 Iris.

The juice nutricious: fatal means, alas! Conspire to make us happy, dejgn t' aecept
Their colour and condition to destroy.

One honest verse; and if thy industry Haste then, ye peasants; pull the poles, the Has serv'd the hopland cause, the muse fore. hops;

bodes, Where are the bins? Run, run, ye nimble maids, This sole invention, both in use and fame More ev'ry muscle, ev'ry nerve extend,

The mystic fan of Bacchus shall exceed. To save our crop froin ruin, and ourselves.

When the fourth nour expires, with careful Soon as bright Chanticleer explodes the night

hand With flutt'ring wings, and hymns the new-born | The half-bak'd hops turn over. Soon as time day,

Has well exhausted twice two glasses more, The bugle-horn inspire, whose clam'rous bray They'll leap and crackle with their bursting Sall rouse from sleep the rebel rout, and tune

seeds, To temper for the labours of the day.

For use domestic, or for sale mature. Wisely the several stations of the bins

There are, who in the choice of cloth t'infold By lot determine. Justice this, and this Their wealthy crop, the viser, coarser sort, Fair prudence does demand; for not without With prodigal economy prefer: A certain method cou'dst thou rule the mob

All that is good is cheap, all dear that's base. Irrational, por every where alike

Besides the planter shou'd a bait prepare, Fair hangs the hop to tempt the picker's band.

T'intrap the chapman's potice, and divert Now see the crew mechanic might and main

Shrewal observation from her busy pry. Labour with lively diligence, inspir'd

When in the bag thy hops the rustic treads, By appetite of gain and lust of praise :

Let him wear heel-less sandal; nor presume What inind so petty, servile, so debas'd,

Their fragrancy barefooted to defile: As not to know ambition? Her great sway Such filthy ways for slaves in Malaga Froin Colin Cloul to emperors she exerts.

Leave we to practise--whence I've oft seen, To err is human, human to be vain.

When beautiful Dorinda's iv'ry hands 'Tis vanity, and mock desire of faine,

Has built the pastry-fabric (food divine That prompts the rustic, on the steeple top For Chrisimas gambols and the hour of mirth) Sublime, to mark the area of his shoe,

As the dry'd foreign fruit, with piercing eye, And in the outline to engrave his name.

She culls suspicious-lo! she starts, she frowns With pride of heart the churchwarıen surveys With indignation at a negro's nail. High o'er the belfry, girt with birds and flow'rs,

Should'st thou thy harvest for the mart deHis story wrote in capitals: “'Twas I

sign, That bought the fount; and I repaired the

Be thine own factor; nor employ those drones pews.

Who've stings, but make no honey, selfisha With pride like this the emulating mob

slaves ! Strive for the mastery–who first may till

That thrive and fatten on the planter's toil. The bellying bin, and cleanest cull the hops.

What then reinains unsung ? unless the care Nur aught retards, unless invited out

To stack tlıy poles oblique in comely cones, By Sol's declining, and the evening's calm,

Lest rot or rain destroy them—"Tis a sight Leander leads Lætitia to the scene

Most seemly to behold, and gives, O Winter! Of shade and fragrance—Then th’ exulting band Of pickers male and female, seize the fair

A landscape not unpleasing ev'n to thee. Reluctant, and with boist'rous force and brute,

And now, ye rivals of the hopland state,

Madum and Dorovervia now rejoice,
By cries unmov'd, they bury her i'th' bin.
Nor does thy youth escape-him too they seize,

How great amidst such rivals to excel !

Let Grenovicum 7 boast (for boast she may) And in such posture place as best may serve

The birth of great Eliza.--Hail, my queen! To bide his cbarmer's blushes. Then with shouts

And yet I'll call thee by a dearer name, They rend the echoing air, and from them

My countrywoman, hail! Thy worth alone both

Gives fame to worlds, and makes whole ages glo.' (So custom has ordain'd) a largess claim.

rious ! Thus much be sung of picking-next succeeds

Let Sevenoaks raunt the hospitable seat Th’important care of curing-Quit the field,

Of Knoll 8 most ancient : awfully, my Muse, And at the kiln th’instructive Muse attend.

These social scenes of grandeur and delight, On your hair-cloth eight inches deep, nor of love and veneration, let me tread. more,

How oft beneath yon oak has amorous Prior Let the green hops lie lightly; next expand

Awaken'd echo with sweet Chloe's name! The smoothest surface with the toothy rake.

While noble Sackville heard, hearing approv'd,
Thus far is just above; but more it boots
That charcoal flames burn equally below, (wood; ) Alas! is number'd with th' illustrious dead,

Approving, greatly recompens'd. But he,
The charcoal fames, which from thy corded And orphan merit has no guardian now!
Or antiquated poles, with wond'rous skill,
The sable priests of Vulcan shall prepare.

Next Shipbourne, tho' her precincts are con

fin'd Coastant and moderate let the heat ascend; Which to effect, there are, who with success

To narrow limits, yet can show a train Place in the kiln the ventilating fan. Hail, leamed, useful mans! whose head and heart 6 Mystica Vannus lacchi. Virg. Georg. i.

7 Greenwich, where Q. Elizabeth was born, s Dr. Hales.

8 The seat of the duke of Dorset.

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