To vex new Whigs restore their rights,
And make them Lords and riband Knights,,
The Refugees of Glory.

XIII..

A Tax, let vile Diffenters bear,

That Friars, Priests,, may pensions share;
---To give their zeal full scope,.
Paffive obedience let them preach,
Where now rebellious Priestleys teach,,
To fpurn a Prince or Pope.

XIV..

And thou, great George, with fcorn refign

To Gallia's realm thy claim divine,

That keeps the world in awe!*

Then Leopold's imperial ire

Will waste her towns with fword and fire,

Till Louis' word is Law.

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*Our gracious Sovereign has hitherto protected France from the juft indignation of Pruffia, Auftria, and Sweden, by retaining the title of King of France; but, before the close of this feffion, it is faid, he will refign it, and leave his rebellious, atheistical French fub- · jects to be punished, for their manifold offences against the facred rights of Kings and the Church, in fuch manner as the great, mighty, and pious Potentates on the Continent may think proper.

This encomiatic stanza was finished before the lamented death of Leopold the Great, who even furpaffed his Brother Jofeph in heroic,

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TO SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS,

ON HIS LATE RESIGNATION OF THE PRESIDENTS CHAIR OF THE ROYAL ACADEMY.

BY THE EARL OF CARLISLE.

Too wife for contest, and too meek for strife,
Like Lear, oppress'd by those you rais'd to life
Thy fceptre broken, thy dominion o'er,
The curtain falls, and thou'rt a King no more,
Still, near the wreck of thy demolish'd state,
Truth and the weeping Mufe with me fhall wait
Science shall teach Britannia's felf to moan,
And make, O injur'd friend! thy wrongs her ow
Shall we forget, when, with inceffant toil,
To thee 'twas given to turn the stubborn foil-
To thee, with flow'rs to deck our dreary wafte,
And kill the pois'nous weeds of vicious tafte;

divic, and moral qualities. The author lets it stand, as a flight tri» bute, facred to the memory of that second Trajan—and at the fame time cannot help observing, that the unexpected death of this illustrious Prince verifies the deep and fagacious remark of Mr. Drake, junior, who pathetically exclaimed in the House, "Mr. Speaker, it is a me ❝lancholy truth, (I say) Mr. Speaker, it is a melancholy truth

that man is not immortal."

To

To pierce the gloom where England's genius flept,
Long of foft love and tenderness bereft ;

From his
young limbs to tear the bands away,
And bid the Infant Giant run and play?
Dark was the hour, the age an age of ftone,
When Hudfon claim'd an empire of his own;
And from the time, when, darting rival light,
Vandyke and Rubens cheer'd our northern night
Those twin stars fet, the Graces all had fled,
Yet paus'd, to hover o'er a Lely's head;
And sometimes bent, when won with earnest pray'
To make the gentle Kneller all their care;
But ne'er with fimiles to gaudy Verrio turn'd,
No happy incenfe on his altars burn'd.
O witness, Windfor! thy too paffive walls,
Thy tortur'd ceilings, thy infulted halls!
Lo! England's glory, Edward's conquering for
Cover'd with spoils from Poitiers bravely won→→→→
Yet no white plumes, no arms of fable hue,
Mark the young hero to our ravish'd view;
In buskin trim and laurell'd helmet bright,
A well-drefs'd Roman meets our puzzled fight;
And Gallia's captive King, how ftrange his doom
A Roman too perceives himself become.

See too the miracles of God profan'd,

By the mad daubings of this impious hand;
For while the dumb exult in notes of praise,
While the lame walk, the blind in tranfports gaze-

While

While vanquish'd demons Heav'n's high mandates hear
And the pale dead fpring from the filent bier,
With lac'd cravat, long wig, and careless mein,
The Painter's prefent at the wond'rous scene!

Vanlo and Dahl, these may more juftly claim
A step still higher on the throne of Fame;
Yet to the Weft their course they seem to run,
The laft red ftreaks of a declining fun.

And muft we Jervas name? so hard and cold,
In ermine robes, and peruke, only bold;
Or, when infpir'd, his rapturous pencil own
The roll'd up ftocking and the damask gown
Behold a tastelefs age in wonder ftand,
And hail him the Apelles of the land!
And Denner too but yet fo void of eafe,
His figures tell you-they're forbid to pleafe
Nor in proportion, nor expreffion nice,
The strong resemblance is itself a vice;
As waxwork figures always fhock the fight,

Too near to human flesh and shape affright;

And when they best are form'd afford the least delight. Turn we from fuch to thee, whofe nobler art

Rivets the eye and penetrates the heart :

To thee, whom Nature, in thy earliest youth,
Fed with the honey of eternal Truth-
Then by her fondling art, in happy hour,
Entic'd to learning's more fequester'd bower:
There all thy life of honours first was plann'd,
While Nature preach'd, and Science held thy hand-

When

When, but for thefe, condemn'd perchance to trace
The tiresome vacuum of each senseless face,
Thou in thy living tints haft ne'er combin'd
All grace of form and energy of mind-

How, but for these, should we have trembling fed
The guilty toffings of a BEAUFORT's bed;
Or let the fountain of our forrows flow

At fight of famish'd UGOLINO's woe?

Bent on revenge, fhould we have penfive stood
.O'er the pale Cherubs of the fatal Wood,

Caught the last perfume of their rofy breath,
And view'a them smiling at the stroke of death?
Should we have queftion'd, ftung with rage and pa
The Spectre Line, with the distracted THANE à
Or, with ALCMENA's natural terror wild,
From the envenom'd serpent tore her child?

And must no more thy pure and claffic page
Unfold its treasures to the rifing age ?
Nor from thy own Athenian temple pour
On lift'ning youth, of art the copious store?→→→
Hold up to Labour independent ease,

And teach Ambition all the ways to please!
With ready hand neglected genius fave,
Sick'ning, o'erlook'd in Mis'ry's hidden cave
And, nobly juft, decide; the active mind.
Neither to foil nor climate is confin'd!
Defert not then my. fons ; those fons who foon
Will mourn with me, and all their error own.

Thou