JOHN LANGHORNE. 1735 - 1779. Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain; Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew; The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery, baptized in tears.1

The Country Justice. Parti.

JOHN WOLCOT.2 1738-1819.

What rage for fame attends both great and small! Better be d-d than mentioned not at all.

To the Royal Academicians.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin, so merry, draws one out.
Expostulatory Odes. Ode xv.

A fellow in a market town,
Most musical, cried razors up and down.

1 This allusion to the dead soldier and his widow, on the field of battle, was made the subject of a print by Bunbury, under which were engraved the pathetic lines of Langhorne. Sir Walter Scott has mentioned that the only time he saw Burns this picture was in the room. Burns shed tears over it; and Scott, then a lad of fifteen, was the only person present who could tell him where the lines were to be found. Chambers's Cyc. of Litera

ture, Vol. ii. p. 10.

2 "Peter Pindar." In a note to The Royal Town an epigram is quoted ending, "Twas a lucky escape for the stone," referring to a stone being flung at George III. and narrowly missing his head.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1743-1825.

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

The Invitation.

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars. A Summer's Evening Meditation.

Life! we 've been long together

Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'T is hard to part when friends are dear; Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;

Then steal away, give little warning,

Choose thine own time;

Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime

Bid me "Good morning."

It is to hope, though hope were lost.1

Life.

Come here, Fond Youth.

JOHN LOGAN.

1748-1788. .

Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,

No winter in thy year.

To the Cuckoo.

O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
We'd make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe,

Companions of the spring.

Ibid.

Who against hope believed in hope. — Romans iv. 18.

MRS. THRALE. 1739-1821.

The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
'T was therefore said, by ancient sages,
That love of life increased with years
So much, that in our latter stages,
When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,
The greatest love of life appears.

Three Warnings.

CHARLES DIBDIN. 1745 - 1814.

There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

Poor Jack.

Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?

He was all for love and a little for the bottle.

Captain Wattle and Miss Roe.

His form was of the manliest beauty,

His heart was kind and soft ;

Faithful below he did his duty,

But now he 's gone aloft.

Tom Bowling.

For though his body 's under hatches,

His soul has gone aloft.

Ibid.

SIR WILLIAM JONES. 1746-1794.

Go boldly forth, my simple lay,

Whose accents flow with artless ease,
Like orient pearls at random strung.1

A Persian Song of Hafiz.

On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled; So live, that, sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee

weep.

What constitutes a state?

From the Persian.

Men who their duties know,

But know their rights,and,knowing,dare maintain

And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
O'er thrones and globes elate,
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.

Ode in Imitation of Alcæus.

Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.2

1 'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung, Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung. From Eastwick's Anvari Suhaili. Translated from Firdausi.

2 Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six,
Four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix.
Translation of lines quoted by Sir Edward Coke.

412

More. - Morris. — Paley.

HANNAH MORE. 1745-1833.

To those who know thee not, no words can paint! And those who know thee know all words are

faint!

In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.

Sensibility.

Florio. Part i.

Small habits well pursued betimes
May reach the dignity of crimes.

Ibid.

CHARLES MORRIS. 1739 – 1832.

Solid men of Boston, banish long potations; Solid men of Boston, make no long orations.1 Pitt and Dundas's return to London from Wimbledon. American song. From Lyra Urbanica.

Oh give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall. Town and Country.

WILLIAM PALEY.

1743-1805.

Who can refute a sneer?

Moral Philosophy. Vol. ii. Book v. Ch. 9.

1 Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;

Solid men of Boston, banish strong potations. Billy Pitt and the Farmer. From Debrett's Asylum for Fugitive Pieces, Vol. ii. p. 250.