duced to magnify their Creator, to have dwelt on the two largest works of his hand, viz. the elephant and the whale. This is fo natural an expectation, that fome commentators have rendered Behemoth and Leviathan, the elephant and whale, though the defcriptions in our author will not admit of it: but Mofes being, as we may well fuppofe, under an immediate terror of the Hippotamus and crocodile, from their daily mischiefs and ravages around him; it is very accountable why he should permit them to take place.

MISCEL

MISCELLANIE S.

On MICHAEL ANGELO's famous Piece of the CRUCIFIXION;

Who is faid to have stabbed a Person that he might draw it more naturally *.

HILST his Redeemer on his canvas dies,

WHIL

Stabb'd at his feet his brother weltering lies:

The daring Artift, cruelly ferene,

Views the pale check and the diftorted mien ;
He drains off life by drops, and, deaf to cries,
Examines every spirit as it flies:

He ftudies torment, dives in mortal woe,
To rouze up every pang repeats his blow;
Each rifing agony, each dreadful grace,
Yet warm tranfplanting to his Saviour's face.
Oh glorious theft! oh nobly wicked draught!
With its full charge of death each feature fraught:
Such wondrous force the magic colours boaft,
From his own skill he ftarts in horror loft.

* Though the report was propagated without the leaft truth, it may be fufficient ground to juftify a poetical fancy's enlarging on it.

Το

TO MR. ADDISON,

ON

THE TRAGEDY OF CAT O.

HAT do we fee! is Cato then become

WHA

A greater name in Britain than in Rome? Does mankind now admire his virtues more, Though Lucan, Horace, Virgil, wrote before? How will pofterity this truth explain? "Cato begins to live in Anna's reign."

The world's great chiefs, in council or in arms,
Rife in your lines with more exalted charms;
Illuftrious deeds in diftant nations wrought,
And virtues by departed heroes taught,

Raife in your foul a pure
immortal flame,
Adorn your life, and confecrate your fame;
To your renown all ages you fubdue,
And Cæfar fought, and Cato bled for you.

All Souls Coll. Oxon.

HISTORICAL EPILOGUE

A

TO THE BROTHERS,

A TRAGEDY.

N Epilogue, through cuftom, is your right,
But ne'er perhaps was needful till this night:
To-night the virtuous falls, the guilty flies,
Guilt's dreadful clofe our narrow feene denies.
In hiftory's authentic record read

What ample vengeance gluts Demetrius' shade;
Vengeance fo great, that when his tale is told,
With pity fome ev'n Perfeus may behold.

Perfeus furviv'd, indeed, and fill'd the throne,
But ceafelefs cares in conqueft made him groan:
Nor reign'd he long; from Rome fwift thunder flew,
And headlong from his throne the tyrant threw:
Thrown headlong down, by Rome in triumph led,
For this night's deed his perjur'd bosom bled:
His brother's ghoft each moment made him start,
And all his father's anguith rent his heart.

When, rob'd in black, his children round him hung, And their rais'd arms in early forrow wrung; The younger fmil'd, unconscious of their woe; At which thy tears, O Rome! began to flow; So fad the scene! What then muft Perfeus feel, To fee Jove's race attend the victor's wheel:

Το

To fee the flaves of his worst foes increase,
From fuch a fource !-An emperor's embrace!
He ficken'd foon to death; and, what is worse,
He well deferv'd, and felt, the coward's curse;
Unpity'd, fcorn'd, infulted his last hour,
Far, far from home, and in a vaffal's power:
His pale cheek refted on his fhameful chain,
No friend to mourn, no flatterer to feign;
No fuit retards, no comfort fooths his doom,
And not one tear bedews a monarch's tomb.
Nor ends it thus-dire vengeance to complete,
His ancient empire falling fhares his fate:
His throne forgot! His weeping country chain'd!
And nations afk-where Alexander reign'd.
As public woes a prince's crime purfue,
So public bleffings are his virtue's due.
Shout, Britons, fhout-aufpicious fortune blefs!
And cry, Long live-Our title to fuccefs!

EPITAPH