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Where Britain's foremost names are found,
Once more a son of Spencer waits. A name familiar to thy gates ; Sprung from the chief whose prowess gain'd The Garter while thy founder reign'd, He offer'd here his dinted shield, The dread of Gauls in Cressi's field, Which, in thy high-arch'd temple rais'd, For four long centuries hath blaz'd.
These seats our sires, a hardy kind, To the fierce sons of war confin'd, The flower of chivalry, who drew With sinew'd arm the stubborn yew : Or with heav'd pole-ax clear'd the field ; Or who, in joust and tourneys skill'd, Before their ladies' eyes renown'd, Threw horse and horseman to the ground.
Though griev'd I speak it, let the truth appear!
To my sad thought no beam of hope appears
O princess! happy by thy foes confest!
O thou, to whom these mournful lines I send, My promis'd husband, and my dearest friend; Since Heaven appoints this favor'd race to reign, And blood has drench'd the Scottish fields in vain ; Must I be wretched, and thy flight partake? Or wilt not thou, for thy lov'd Chloe's sake, Tir'd out at length, submit to fate's decree? If not to Brunswick, O return to me! Prostrate before the victor's mercy bend : What spares whole thousands, may to thee extend. Should blinded friends thy doubtful conduct blame, Great Brunswick's virtue shall secure thy fame: Say these invite thee to approach his throne, And own the monarch Heaven vouchsafes to own: The world, convinc'd, thy reasons will approve; Say this to them; but swear to me 'twas love.
In after-times, as courts refin'd, .. Our patriots in the list were join'd. Not only Warwick stain'd with blood, Or Marlborough near the Danube's flood, Have in their crimson crosses glow'd ; But, on just lawgivers bestow'd, These emblems Cecil did invest, And gleam'd on wise Godolphin's breast
So Greece, ere arts began to rise, Fix'd huge Orion in the skies, And stern Alcides, fam'd in wars, Bespangled with a thousand stars ; Till letter'd Athens round the Pole Made gentler constellations roll; In the blue heavens the lyre she strung, And near the Maid the Balance * hung.
Then, Spencer, mount amid the band, Where knights and kings promiscuous stand What though the hero's flame repress'd Burns calmly in thy generous breast ! Yet who more dauntless to oppose In doubtful days our home-bred foes ! Who rais'd his country's wealth so high, Or view'd with less desiring eye!
The sage, who, large of soul, surveys The globe and all its empires weighs, Watchful the various climes to guide, Which seas, and tongues, and faiths, divide, A nobler name in Windsor's shrine Shall leave, if right the Muse divine, Than sprung of old, abhorr'd and vain, From ravag'd realms and myriads slain.'
Why praise we, prodigal of fame, The rage that sets the world on flame? My guiltless Muse his brow shall bind Whose godlike bounty spares mankind For those, whom bloody garlands crown, The brass may breathe, the marble frown, To him through every rescued land, Ten thousand living trophies stand.
* Names of constellations.
JAMES HAMMOND, a popular elegiac poet, was the Elegies” were published soon after his death by second son of Anthony Hammond, Esq. of Somer- Lord Chesterfield, and have been several times sham place, in Huntingdonshire. He was born in reprinted. It will seem extraordinary that the no1710, and was educated in Westminster school, ble editor has only once mentioned the name of where at an early age he obtained the friendship of Tibullus, and has asserted that Hammond, sincere several persons of distinction, among whom were in his love, as in his friendship, spoke only the Lords Cobham, Chesterfield, and Lyttleton. He genuine sentiments of his heart, when there are so was appointed equerry to Frederic, Prince of Wales, many obvious imitations of the Roman poet, even and upon his interest was brought into parliament so far as the adoption of his names of Neera, Cynin 1741, for Truro in Cornwall. This was nearly thia, and Delia. It must, however, be acknow.he last stage of his life, for he died in June 1742, ledged, that he copies with the hand of a master, at the seat of Lord Cobham, at Stowe. An unfor- and that his imitations are generally managed with tunate passion for a young lady, Miss Dashwood, a grace that almost conceals their character. Still who was cold to his addresses, is thought to have as they are, in fact, poems of this class, however disordered his mind, and perhaps contributed to his skilfully transposed, we shall content ourselves with premature death.
transcribing one which introduces the name of his Hammond was a man of an amiable character, principal patron with peculiarly happy effect. and was much regretted by his friends. His "Love
What joy to hear the tempest howl in vain,
He imagines himself married to Delia, and that, Or, if the Sun in flaming Leo ride,
content with each other, they are retired into the By shady rivers indolently stray, country.
And with my Delia, walking side by side,
Hear how they murmur, as they glide away! LET Others boast their heaps of shining gold, What joy to wind along the cool retreat, And view their fields, with waving plenty crown'd, To stop, and gaze on Delia as I go! Whom neighboring foes in constant terror hold, To mingle sweet discourse with kisses sweet, And trumpets break their slumbers, never sound. And teach my lovely scholar all I know! While calmly poor I trifle life away,
Thus pleas'd at heart, and not with fancy's dream Enjoy sweet leisure by my cheerful fire,
In silent happiness I rest unknown; No wanton hope my quiet shall betray,
Content with what I am, not what I seem, But, cheaply blest, I'll scorn each vain desire. I live for Delia and myself alone.
With timely care I'll sow my little field,
Ah, foolish man, who thus of her possest,
If late at dusk, while carelessly I roam,
With her I scorn the idle breath of praise,
Stanhope, in wisdom as in wit divine,
Delia alone can please, and never tire,
Let Stanhope speak his listening country's wrongs, Beauty and worth in her alike contend,
In her, my wife, my mistress, and my friend, Securely sitting in his friendly shade.
I taste the joys of sense and reason join'd. Stanhope shall come, and grace his rural friend, On her I'll gaze, when others loves are o'er, Delia shall wonder at her noble guest,
And dying press her with my clay-cold handWith blushing awe the riper fruit commend, Thou weep'st already, as I were no more, And for her husband's patron cull the best. Nor can that gentle breast the thought withstand Hers be the care of all my little train,
Oh, when I die, my latest moments spare, While I with tender indolence am blest,
Nor let thy grief with sharper torments kill, The favorite subject of her gentle reign,
Wound not thy cheeks, nor hurt that flowing hair. By love alone distinguish'd from the rest.
Though I am dead, my soul shall love thee still:
For her I'll yoke my oxen to the plow,
Oh, quit the room, oh, quit the deathful bed.
Or thou wilt die, so tender is thy heart;
These weeping friends will do thy mournful part: Ah, what avails to press the stately bed,
Let them, extended on the decent bier, And far from her midst tasteless grandeur weep, Convey the corse in melancholy state, By marble fountains lay the pensive head, Through all the village spread the tender tear, And, while they murmur, strive in vain to sleep? I While pitying maids our wondrous loves relate.
WILLIAM SOMERVILE, an agreeable poet, was mind, and plunged him into habits which shortened born in 1692, at his father's seat at Edston, in War. his life. He died in 1742; and his friend Shenwickshire. He was educated at Winchester school, stone, with much feeling, announces the event to whence he was elected to New College, Oxford. one of his correspondents. Somervile passed his His political attachments were to the Whig party, life in celibacy, and made over the reversion of his as appeared from his praises of Marlborough, Stan- estate to Lord Somervile, a branch of the same hope, and Addison. To the latter of these he ad- family, charged with a jointure to his mother, then dressed a poem, in which there is the happy couplet in her 90th year. alluded to in the Spectator :
As a poet, he is chiefly known by “The Chase,” “When panting Virtue her last efforts made,
a piece in blank verse, which maintains a high
rank in the didactic and descriptive classes. Being " You brought your Clio to the Virgin's aid."
composed by one who was perfectly conversant with “Clio" was known to be the mark by which Addi- the sports which are its subject, and entered into son distinguished his papers in that miscellany. them with enthusiasm, his pictures greatly surpass
Somervile inherited a considerable paternal es- the draughts of the same kind which are attempted late, on which he principally lived, acting as a by poets by profession. Another piece connected magistrate, and pursuing with ardor the amusements with this is entitled "Field Sports,” but only de. of a sportsman, varied with the studies of a man scribes that of hawking. In his “Hobbinol, or of letters. His mode of living, which was hospi- Rural Games," he attempts the burlesque with tol. table, and addicted to conviviality, threw him into erable success. Of his other pieces, serious and pecuniary embarrassments which preved on his comic, there are few which add to his fame.
THE Chase I sing, hounds, and their varlous breed,
And no less various use. O thou, great prince! Book I.
Whom Cambria's towering hills proclaim their lord,
Deign thou to hear my bold, instructive song. Argument.
While grateful citizens with pompous show, The subject proposed. Address to his royal high- Rear the triumphal arch, rich with th' exploits ness the prince. The origin of hunting. The Of thy illustrious house ; while virgins pave rude and unpolished manner of the first hunters. Thy way with flowers, and, as the royal youth Beasts at first hunted for food and sacrifice. The Passing they view, admire and sigh in vain; grant made by God to man of the beasts, &c. While crowded theatres, too fondly proud The regular manner of hunting first brought of their exotic minstrels, and shrill pipes, into this island by the Normans. The best hounds The price of manhood, hail thee with a song, and best horses bred here. The advantage of And airs soft-warbling; my hoarse-sounding horn this exercise to us, as islanders. Address to gen- Invites thee to the Chase, the sport of kings; tlemen of estates. Situation of the kennel and Image of war, without its guilt. The Muse its several courts. The diversion and employ-| Aloft on wing shall soar, conduct with care ment of hounds in the kennel. The different Thy foaming courser o'er the steepy rock, sorts of hounds for each different chase. De-Or on the river bank receive thee safe, scription of a perfect hound. Of sizing and sort-Light-bounding o'er the wave, from shore to shore ing of hounds; the middle-sized hound recom- Be thou our great protector, gracious youth ! mended. Of the large deep-mouthed hound for And if, in future times, some envious prince, hunting the stag and otter. Of the lime-hound ; Careless of right, and guileful, should invade their use on the borders of England and Scotland. Thy Britain's commerce, or should strive in vain A physical account of scents. Of good and bad To wrest the balance from thy equal hand; scenting days. A short admonition to my breth- Thy hunter-train, in cheerful green array'd, ren of the couples.
|(A band undaunted, and inur'd to toils)
Shall compass thee around, die at thy feet, Is bred the perfect hound, in scent and speed
In vain malignant steams and winter fogs Through fire, and smoke, and blood, and fields of Load the dull air, and hover round our coasts : death.
The huntsman, ever gay, robust, and bold,
Defies the noxious vapor, and confides
His drooping herd, and cheer his heart with joy. Improve the piece, or wise Experience give
Ye vigorous youths, by smiling Fortune blest The proper finishing. When Nimrod bold, With large demesnes, hereditary wealth, That mighty hunter, first made war on beasts, Heap'd copious by your wise forefathers' care, And stain'd the woodland-green with purple dye, Hear and attend! while I the means reveal New, and unpolish'd was the huntsman's art; T'enjoy those pleasures, for the weak too strong, No stated rule, his wanton will his guide.
Too costly for the poor : To rein the steed With clubs and stones, rude implements of war, Swift stretching o'er the plain, to cheer the pack He arm'd his savage bands, a multitude
Opening in concerts of harmonious joy, Untrain'd; of twining osiers form'd, they pitch But breathing death. What though the gripe severe Their artless toils, then range the desert hills, Of brazen-fisted Time, and slow disease And scour the plains below; the trembling herd Creeping through every vein, and nerve unstrung, Start at th' unusual sound, and clamorous shout Afflict my shatter'd frame, undaunted still, Unheard before ; surpris'd, alas ! to find
Fix'd as a mountain ash, that braves the bolts Man now their foe, whom erst they deem'd their lord, Of angry Jove; though blasted, yet unfallen; But mild and gentle, and by whom as yet
Still can my soul in Fancy's mirror view Secure they graz'd. Death stretches o'er the plain Deeds glorious once, recall the joyous scene Wide-wasting, and grim slaughter red with blood : In all its splendors deck'd, o'er the full bowl Urg'd on by hunger keen, they wound, they kill, Recount my triumphs past, urge others on Their rage licentious knows no bound ; at last, With hand and voice, and point the winding way. Encumber'd with their spoils, joyful they bear Pleas'd with that social sweet garrulity, Upon their shoulders broad the bleeding prey. The poor disbanded veteran's sole delight. Part on their altars smoke a sacrifice
First let the kennel be the huntsman's care, To that all-gracious Power, whose bounteous hand Upon some little eminence erect, Supports his wide creation ; what remains And fronting to the ruddy dawn ; its courts On living coals they broil, inelegant
On either hand wide opening to receive Of taste, nor skill'd as yet in nicer arts
The Sun's all-cheering beams, when mild he shines Of pamper'd luxury. Devotion pure,
And gilds the mountain tops. For much the pack And strong necessity, thus first began
(Rous'd from their dark alcoves) delight to stretch The chase of beasts : though bloody was the deed, And bask in his invigorating ray: Yet without guilt. For the green herb alone Warn’d by the streaming light and merry lark, Unequal to sustain man's laboring race,
Forth rush the jolly clan; with tuneful throats Now every moving thing that liv'd on Earth They carol loud, and in grand chorus join'd Was granted him for food.* So just is Heaven, Salute the new-born day. For not alone To give us in proportion to our wants.
The vegetable world, but men and brutes Or chance or industry in after-time
Own his reviving influence, and joy Some few improvements made, but short as yet At his approach. Fountain of light! if chance Of due perfection. In this isle remote
Some envious cloud veil thy refulgent brow, Our painted ancestors were slow to learn,
In vain the Muses' aid ; untouch'd, unstrung, To arms devote, of the politer arts
Lies my mute harp, and thy desponding bard Nor skill'd nor studious; till from Neustria's coasts Sits darkly musing o'er th' unfinish'd lay. Victorious William, to more decent rules
Let no Corinthian pillars prop the dome, Subdu'd our Saxon fathers, taught to speak
A vain expense, on charitable deeds The proper dialect, with horn and voice
Better dispos'd, to clothe the tatter'd wretch, To cheer the busy hound, whose well-known cry Who shrinks beneath the blast, to feed the poor His listening peers approve with joint acclaim.
| Pinch'd with afflictive want. For use, not state, From him successive huntsmen learn'd to join Gracefully plain, let each apartment rise. In bloody social leagues, the multitude
O'er all let cleanliness preside, no scraps Dispers'd; to size, to sort their various tribes; Bestrew the pavement, and no half-pick'd bones To rear, feed, hunt, and discipline the pack. To kindle fierce debate, or to disgust
Hail, happy Britain! highly favor'd isle, That nicer sense, on which the sportsman's hope, And Heaven's peculiar care! To thee 'tis given And all his future triumphs, must depend. To train the sprightly steed, more fleet than those Soon as the growling pack with eager joy Begot by winds, or the celestial breed
Have lapp'd their smoking viands, morn or eve, That bore the great Pelides through the press From the full cistern lead the ductile streams, Of heroes arm’d, and broke their crowded ranks; To wash thy court well pav'd, nor spare thy pains Which, proudly neighing, with the Sun begins For much to health will cleanliness avail. Cheerful his course; and ere his beams decline, Seek'st thou for hounds to climb the rocky steep, Has measur'd half thy surface unfatigued. And brush th' entangled covert, whose nice scent In thee alone, fair land of liberty!
O'er greasy fallows and frequented roads
Can pick the dubious way? Banish far off * Gen. chap. ix. ver. 3.
Each noisome stench, let no offensive smell