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" As on high Algidas the sturdy oak,
36. Whose spreading boughs the axe's Marpness feel, • Improves by loss, and, thriving with the stroke,
“ Draws health and vigour from the wounding steel.
“ So tir'd the baffled force of Hercules;
“ Brighter the fifts from the depths below: • To earth with unavailing ruin thrown,
• Recruits her strength, and foils the wondering foe.
XVIII. ** No more of victory the joyful fame
“ Shall from my camp to haughty Carthage fly; “ Loit, loft, are all the glories of her name !
“ With Afdrubal her hopes and fortune die !
XIX. « What shall the Claudian valour not perform,
" Which Power Divine guards with propitious care, « Which Wisdom steers through all the dangerous storm,
Through all the rocks and shoals of doubtful war ?"
VIRTUE AND FA M E.
TO THE COUNTESS OF EOREMONT,
VIRTUE and Fame, the other day,
Happen'd.to cross each other's way ;
bids you always wait on me,
In such obscure retreats you lurk ! * To feek you, is an endless work."
" Well,” anfwer'd Virtue, “ I allow “ Your plea. But hear, and mark me now. « I know (without offence to others) " I know the best of wives and mothers; “ Who never pass’d an useless day “ In scandal, gossiping, or play: "" Whose modest wit, chastis’d by sense, - Is lively chearful innocence;
" Whose heart nor envy knows, nor spite,
Fame finil'd, and and answer'd, " On my life, + This is some country parson's wife, 66 Who never faw the court nor town, 66 Whele face is homely as'her gown"; -- Who'banquets upon eggs and hacon-"
“ No, madam, no-you're much mistaken -" I beg you'll let me set you right« “ 'Tis one with every beauty bright; " Adorn’d with every polith'd art - That rank or fortune can impart; « Tis the most celebrated toast " That Britain's spacious isle can boast; “ 'Tis princely Petwortli's noble dame; “ 'Tis Egrement--Go, tell it, Fame."
By EARL HARDW.L.C K E.
A ME heard with pleasure-strait replied,
“ My truinpet oft I 've rais'd, to found “ Her inodeft praise the world around ! “ But notes were wanting-Canst thou find .“ A Mufe to sing her face, her mind?
" Believe me, I can name but one, .“ A friend of yours--`tis Lyttelton."
L E T
MY LORD, A Thousand thanks to your Lordhip for your ad
dition to my verses. If you can write such extempore, it is well for other poets, that you chose to be Lord Chancellor, rather than a Laureat. They explain to me a vision I had the night before.
Methought I saw before my feet,
My fugitive returns to me;
“ But now, to my forsaken track,
For there, beneath to-morrow's ray,
• He comes, he joys with thce to join, .“ In singing Wyndham's charms divine: " To thine he adds his.nobler lays; « Ev’n thee, my friend, he deigns to praise. 6. Enjoy that praise, nor envy Pitt “ His fame with burgess or with cit; “ For sure one line from such a Bard, “ Virtue would think her best reward."
HYMN TO ELI Z A.
MADAM, before your feet I lay
This ode upon your wedding-day,