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A S when the people of the northern zone THE AUTHOR OF THE DISPENSARY.

H Find the approach of the revolving fun,

Pleas'd and reviv'd, they see the new-born light, TO praise your healing art would be in vain;

And dread no more eternity of night : 1 The health you give, prevents the poet's

Thus we, who lately, as of summer's hcat, pen.

Have felt a dearth of poetry and wit, Sufficiently confirm'd is your renown,

Once fear'd, Apollo would return no more And I but fill the chorus of the town.

From warmer climcs to an ungrateful shore. That let me waive, and only now admire

But you, the favourite of the tuneful Nine, The dazzling rays of your poetic fire :

Have made the God in his full lustre shine ;
Which its diffufive virtue does dispense,
In flowing verse, and elevated sense.

Our night have chang'd into a glorious day;

And reach'd perfection in your first essay. The town, which long has swallow'd foolish

So the young eagle, that his force would try, verse, Which poetasters every where rehearse,

Faces the sun, and towers it to the sky.

Others proceed to art by slow degrees, Will mend their judgment now, refine their taste,

| Aukward at first, at length they faintly please; And gather up th' applause they threw in waste.

And still, whate'er their first efforts produce, The play-house fhan't encourage false sublime,

"Tis an abortive, or an infant Muse : : Abortive thoughts, with decoration-rbyme.

Whilst yours, like Pallas, from the head of love, The fatire of vile scribblers shall appear

Steps out full-grown, with noblett pace to move. On none, except upon themselves severe : While yours contemns the gall of vulgar spite ;

What ancient poets to their subje&is owe,

Is here inverted, and this owes to you : And when you seem to smile the most, you bite.

You found it little, but have made it great,

They could describe, but you alone create.

Now let your Muse rise with expanded wings,
To sing the fate of empires and of kings;
Great William's victories she'll next rehearse,
And raise a trophy of immortal verse :
Thus to your art proportion the design,
And mighty things with mighty numbers join,
A second Namur, or a future Boyne.







| And how the viscous seeks a closer tone,

By just degrees to harden into bone ;

While the more loose flow from the vital urn, 30
And in full tides of purple streams return;
How lambent flames from life's bright lamps


And dart in emanations through the eyes;
C PEAK, Goddess! since 'tis thou that best

How from each sluice a gentle torrent pours,

To fake a feverish heat with ambient showers; 35 cant tell,

Whence their mechanic powers the spirits claim; How ancient leagues to modern discord fell;

How great their force, how delicate their frame ; And why Physicians were so cautious grown

How the same nerves are fafhion'd to sustain Of others' lives, and lavish of their own;

The greateft pleasure and the greatest pain; How by a journey to th' Elysian plain

Why bilious juice a golden light puts on, 40 Peace triumph'd, and old Time return'd again.

And floods of chyle in filver currents run; Not far from that most celebrated place,

How the dim speck of entity began Where angry · Justice shews her awful face ;

T extend its recent form, and ftretch to man; Where little villains snuft submit to fate, That great ones may enjoy the world in state ; 10

| To how minute an origin we owe

| Young Ammon, Cæsar, and the great Naffau ; 45 There stands a + dome, majestic to the fight,

| Why paler looks impetuous rage proclaim, And sumptuous arches bear its oval height;

And why chill virgins redden into flame; A golden globe, plac'd high with artful skill,

Why envy oft' transforms with wan disguise, Seems, to the distant fight, a gilded pill : This pile was, by the pious patron's aim,

| And why gay mirth sits smiling in the eyes ;

15 Allice why Lucrece; or Sempronia, fire; Rais'd for a use as noble as its frame;

so Nor did the learn'd fociety decline

| Why Scarsdale rages to Survive desire;

When Milo's vigour at th' Olympick's shown, The propagation of that great design;

When tropes to linch, or impudence to Sloane; In all her mazes, Nature's face iney view'd,

Ilow matter, by the vary'd Mape of pores, And, as she disappear'd, their search pursued. 20

Or ideots frames, or folemn fenators. 55 Wrapt in the shade of night the Goddess lies, Yet to the learn'd unveils her dark disguise,

2 Hence 'tis we wait the wondrous cause to find, Lut shuns the gross access of vulgar eyes.

How body acle upon impafive mind;

How fumes of wine the thinking part can fire, Now the unfolds the faint and dawning Nrife

Past hopes, revive, and present joys inspire; of infant atoms kindling into life;


Why our complexions oft' our foul declare, te How duAile matter new mcanders takes,

And how the pallions in the feature are; And fender trains of twisting fibres nakes;

Hou touch and harmony arise between

Corporeal figure, and a form unseen;
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they ftill pursued.

They find her dubious now, and then as plain,

ous now, and then as plain, | ve 53 Why Atticus polite, Brutus fevere, Here The's too fparing; there profusely vain.

Why Methwin muddy Montague why

clear. * Old Bailey. + College of Physicians.

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How quick their faculties the limbs fulfil,

I swains to sylvan solitudes convey, And act at every summons of the will ; 65 Where, stretch'do. mofly beds, they waste away E With mighty truths, mysterious to descry, In gentle joys the night, in vows the day. S Which in the womb of distant causes lie.

What marks of wondrous clemency I've shown, But now no grand enquiries are defcry'd, Some reverend worthies of the gown can own! Mean fa&tion reigns where knowledge should Triumphant plenty, with a chcerful grace, 130 prelde,

Basks in their eyes, and sparkles in their face. Feuds are increas'd, and learning laid aside. ) How fleek their looks, how goodly is their mien, Thus synods oft' concern for faith conceal, 01 | When big they strut behind a double chin! And for important nothings fhew a zeal :

Each faculty in blandishments they lull, 'The drooping sciences neglected pine,

| Aspiring to be venerably dull; And Pæan's beams with fading lustre fine. No learn'd debates moleft their downy trance, No readers here with hectic looks are found, 75 Or discompose their pompous ignorance ; Nor eyes in rheum, through midnight-watching, | But, undisturbid, they loiter life away, drown'd;

So wither green, and blossom in decay; 139 The lonely edifice in sweats complains

Deep funk in down, they, by my gentle care, That nothing there but fullen silence reigns. Avoid th' inclemencies of morning air, This place, so fit for undifturb'd repose,

And leave to tatter'd crape the drudgery of The God of Sloth for his asylum chole; 80

prayer. Upon a couch of down in these abodes,

Urim + was civil, and not void of sense, Supine with folded arms he thoughtless nods; Had humour, and a courteous confidence : Indulging dreams his Godhead lull to case,

So spruce he moves, so gracefully he cocks, 145 With murmurs of soft rills, and whispering trees : | The hallow'd rose declares him orthodox : The poppy and each numbing plant dispense 85. He pass'd his easy hours, instead of prayer, Their drowzy virtue, and dull indolence;

In madrigals, and phillyfing the fair; No passions interrupt his easy reign,

| Constant at feasts, and each decorum knew, No problems puzzle his lethargic brain;

And, soon as the deflert appear'd, withdrew; 159 But dark oblivion guards his peaceful bed, Always obliging, and without offence, And lazy fogs hang lingering o'er his head. 90 And fancy'd, for his gay impertinence.

As at full length the pamper'd monarch lay,' But see how ill-mistaken parts succeed; Battening in case, and Numbering life away; He threw off my dominion, and would read; A spiteful noise his downy chains unties, i Engag'd in controversy, wrangled well; 155 Haltes forward, and increases as it flies.

In convocation language could excel; First, fome to cleave the stubborn • Aint engage, In volumes prov'd the church without defence, Till, urg'd by blows, it sparkles into rage : 96 By nothing guarded but by Providence ; Some temper lute, some spacious vefsels move; How grace and moderation disagree; These furnaces ereat, and those approve; And violence advances charity.

169 Here phials in nice discipline are fet,

'I hus writ till none would read, becoming soon There gallipots are rang'd in alphabet. 100 A wretched scribbler, of a rare buffoon. In this place, magazines of pills you spy ;

Mankind my fond propitious power bas try'd, In that, like forage, herbs in bundles lie;

Too oft' to own, too much to be deny’d. While lifted pestles, brandith'd in the air,

And all I ask are shades and filent bowers, 165 Descend in peals, and civil wars declare.

To pass in soft forgetfulness my hours. Loud strokes, with pounding spice, the fabric rend, Oft' have my fears some distant villa chofe, And aromatic clouds in fpires ascend. 106 O'er their quietus where fat judges dose,

So when the Cyclops o'er their anvils sweat, And lull their cough and conscience to repose :) And swelling finews echoing blows repeat; Or, if some cloister's refuge I implore, 170 From the volcanos gross eruptions rife,

Where holy drones o'er dying tapers snore, And curling shects of smoke obscure the skies. 110 The slumbering God, amaz'd at this new din,


Ver. 170.
Thrice ftrove to rise, and thrice funk down again.
Listless he stretch'd, and gaping rubb'd his eyes,

Sometimes among the Caspian cliffs I creep, Then falter'd thus betwixt half words and fighs :

Where folitary bats and swallows sleep; How impotent a diçity am I! 1

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Or, if some cloister's refuge I implore, With Godhead born, but curs'd, that cannot die!

Where holy drones o'er dying tapers fnore, Through my indulgence, mortals hourly share

Still Naffau's arnis a fost repofe deny, A grateful negligence, and ease from care.

Keep me awake, and follow where i fly. Lull'd in my arms, how long have I withheld

Since he has bless'd the weary world with The northern monarchs from the dusty ficld! 120 |

peace, How I have kept the British fleet at ease,

And with a nod has bid Bellona cease; From tempting the rough dangers of the seas!

I fought the covert of some peaceful cell, Hibernia owns the mildness of my reign,

Where filent shades in harmless raptures dwell; And my divinity's ador'd in Spain.

That reftight past tranquillity restore,

And mortal never interrupt me more.
The building of the Dispensary. * See Loileau's Lutrin. + Dr. Atterbury.

'The peals of * Nassau's arms these eyes unclose, Oft' he attempts the summit of a rock, Mine he molests, to give the world repose. And oft'the hollow of fem: blasted oak; That ease I offer with contempt he flies,

Ac length approaching wbere bleak Envy lay; His couch a trench, his canopy the skies. 173 The hilling of her snakes proclaim'd the way. or climes por seasons his resolves control,

Beneath the gloomy covert of an yew, Th' equator has no heat, no ice the pole.

That taints the grass with fickly sweats of dew; With arms refifless o'e the globe he flies,

No verdant beauty entertains the fight, 15 And leaves to Jove the empire of the skies. But baneful hemlock, and cold aconite;

But, as the fiothful God to yawn begun, 180 In a dark grot the baleful haggard lay, He shook off the dull mist, and thus went on : Breathing black vengeance, and infecting day.

"Twas in this reverend dome I sought repose, But how deform’d, and worn with spiteful woes, 'These walls were that asylum I had chose. When Accius has applause, Dorsennus fhews. 20 Here have I rul'd long undisturb'd with broils, The cheerful blood her meagre cheeks forsook, And laugh'd at heroes, and their glorious toils. 185 And bafilisks fate brooding in her look; My annals are in mouldy mildews wrought, A bald and bloated toad-Itool rais'd her head; With easy insignificance of thouglit.

The plumes of boding ravens were her bed : But now some busy, enterprizing brain ) From her chapp'd noitrils scalding torrents fall, 25 lavents new fancies to renew my pain,

And her funk eyes boil o'er in floods of gall. And labours to dissolve my easy reign.

Volcanos labour thus with inward pains, With that, the God his darling Phantom calls, 191 While seas of melted ore lay waste the plains. And from his faltering lips this message falls : Around the fiend in hideous order fate

Since mortals will dispute my power, I'll try Foul bawling Infamy, and bold Debate; 30 Who has the greatest empire, they or I.

Gruff Discontent, through ignorance misled, Find Envy out, some prince's court attend, 195 And clamorous Faction at her party's head; Most likely there you'll meet the familh'd fiend; Restless Sedition ftill dissembling fear, Or where dull critics authors' fate foretell; And fly Hypocrisy with pious leer. Or where stale maids, or meagre eunuchs, dwell; Glouting with sudden spite the fury shook 35 Tell the bleak fury what new proje&s rain Her clotted locks, and blasted with each look ; Among the homicides of Warwick-lane; 200 Then tore with canker'd teeth the pregnant scrolls, And what th'event, unless she Itrait inclines Where Fame the acts of demi-gods enrols; To blast their hopes, and baffle their designs. And as the rent-rccords in pieces fell,

More he had spoke, but fudden vapours rise, Each serap did some immortal action tell. 40 And with their filken cords tie down his eyes,

This show'd, how fix'd as fate Torquatus stood,
That, the fam'd passage of the Granic flood;
'The Julian cagics, here, their wings display,
And there, like fetting stars, the Decii lay;

This does Camillus as a God extol,


That points at Manlius in the capitol; DISPENSARY. ' How Cocles did the Tiber's surges brave,

How Curtius plung'd into the gaping gravc. CANTO II.

Great Cyrus, here, the Medes and Persians join,

And, there, th’immortal battle of the Boyne. 50 COON as the evening veil'd the mountainsheads, As the light messenger the fury (py'd, D And winds lay huth'd in subterranean beds; | Awhile his cordling blood forgot to glide : Whilft fickening flowers drink up the silver dew, Consufion on his fainting vitals hung, And beaux for some assembly dress anew; And faltering accents flutter'd on his tongue : The city faints to prayers and play-house haste; s | At length, aliuming courage, he convey'd 55 The rich to dinner, and the poor to rest : | His errand, then he shrunk into a shade. Th' officious phantom then prepar'd with care The Hag lay long revolving what might be To slide on tender pinions through the air. The blest event ct such an erubaily :

Then blazons in dread smiles her hideous form; "VARIATIONS.

So lightning gilds the unrelenting storm. 60 Ver. 183. Nought underneath this roof but damps are found,

Nought heard but drowsy beetles buzzing round.

Ver. 60.
Spread cobwebs hide the walls, and duit the

'Then she : Alas! how long in vain have I And midnight filence guards the noiseless doors. Aim'd at thefe noble ills the fates deny?

Within this ifle for ever must I find Ver. 196.

Disasters to distract my restless mind? Or in cabals, or camps, or at the bar,

Good Terison's celestial piety Or where ill poets pennyless confer,

At last has rais'd him to the sacred fee. Or in the senate-house at Westminster.

Somers does fickening equity restore,

A:d helpless orphans arc opprefi'd no more * See Boileau's Lutrin.

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Thus she--Mankind are bleft, they riot Aill | Onward fhe haltens to the famid abodes, 100 Upbounded in exorbitance of ill.

Where Horoscope f invokes th' infernal gods; by devaftation the rough warrior gains,

And reach'd the mansion where the vulgar run, and farmers fatten most when famine reigns; For ruin throng, and pay to be undone. For fickly scafons the phyficians wait, 65! This visionary various projeels tries, and politicians thrive in broils of state ;

And knows that to be rich is to be wise. 105 I he lover's easy when the fair-one fighs, By useful observations he can tell Acd Gods subliit lot but by facrifice.

The sacred charms that in true flerling divell; Each other being sonce indulgence knows : How gold makes a patrician of a flave, Few are my joys, but infinite my woes. 70 | A dwarf an Atlas, a 'Therfites brave. My present pain Britannia's genius wills,

It cancels ail defects, and in their place 210 And thus the fates record my future iils. Finds sense in Brownlow, charms in Lady Grace; A heroine shall Albion's fceptre bcar,

It guides the fancy and directs the mind; With arms shall vanquish earth, and heaven with No bankrupt ever found a fair-one kind, prayer.

So truly Horoscope its virtues knows, She on the world her clemency shall shower, 75 To this lov'd idol 'uis, alone, he bows; 115 find only to preserve exert her power.

And fancies such bright heraldry can prove, Tyrants shall then their impious aims forbear, The vile Plebeian but the third from Jove. Ani Blenheim's thunder more than fEtna's scar. Long has he been of that amphibious fry, Since by no arts I therefore can defeat

Bold to prefcribe, and busy to apply The happy enterprizes of the great,

80 His fop the gazing vulgar's eyes employs 120 I'll calmly stoop to more inferior things,

With foreign irinkets, and domestic toys. And try if my lov'd snakes have teeth or stings. Here mummies lay most reverendly flale; She faid; and straight fhrill Colon's " person And there the tortoise hung her coat of mail; took,

Not far from some huge Shark's devouring head Il morals loofc, but most precise in look. The flying fish their finny pinions spread ; 125 Black-friars annals lately pleas'd to call

| Aloft in rows large poppy-heads were ftrung, lain warden of Apothecaries-hall;

And near, a scaly alligator hung; And, when fo dignify'd, did not forbear In this place, drugs in musty heaps decay'd; That operation which the learn'd declare

In that, dry'd bladders and drawn teeth were laid. Cives colics case, and makes the ladies fair.

An inner room receives the numerous shoals 130 Ia tribing show his tinfel talent lies; 90 Of such as pay to be reputed fools. And furin the want of intellects supplies. Globes ftand by globes, volumes on volumes lie, Ja aspect grand and goodly he appears,

And planetary fchemes amuse the eye. Rever'd as patriarchs in primæval years.

The sage, in velvet chair, here lolls at eafe, Hourly bis learn'd impertinence affords

To promise fucure health for present fees; 735 A barren fuperfluity of words;

Then, as from tripod, folemn shame reveals, The patient's ears remorfeless he assails,

And what the stars know nothing of, foretels. Murders with jargon where his medicine fails. One aks how soon Parthea may be won,

'The Fury tbus assuming Colon's grace, And longs to feel the marriage-fetters on: Se flung her armis, fo fhum'd in her pace. Others, convinc'd by melancholy proof, 110

Enquire when courteous fates will itrike them off. VIRIATIONS, (Ver. 60.) CONTINUED. Somie by what means chey may redress their wrong,

When fathers the posteljon keep too long. Pembroke to Britain endless blessings brings.

And some would know the iftue of their cause, He spoke; and Peace clapp'd her triumphant | And whether gold cen folder up its faws. J45 wings.

Poor pregnant lais his advice would have, Great Ormond shines illustriously bright

To lose by art what fruitful Nature gave; With blazes of hereditary right.

And Portia, old in expectation grown, The noble ardour of a royal fire

Laments her barren curfe, and begs a fon : Inspires the generous breast of Devonshire.

Whili Iris his cofinetic walh would try, 150 And Macclesfield is active to defend

To make her bloom revive, and lovers die. His country with the zeal he loves his friend.

Some alk for charms, and others philtres choose, Like Leda's radiant sons divinely clear, )

To gain Corinca, and their quartans lose. Portland and Jersey deck'd in rays appear,

Young Hylas, botchi'd with stains too foulto name, To gild by turns the Gallic hemisphere. )

In cradle here renews his youthful frame : 155 Worth in distress is rais’d by Montague; Cloy'd with defile, and furfeited with charms, Augustus lifters if Mæcenas fue;

A hot-house he prefers to Julia's arms. And Vernon's vigilance no flumber takes,

Ard old Luculius would th' arcanum prove, Whilft faction peeps abroad, and anarchy

Oi kindling in cold veins the sparks of love, awakes.

Bleak Envy these doll frauds with pleafure fees, Ver. 95

And wonders at the feaseless myfterics.

361 In haste he frides along, to recompense In Colon's voice fhe thus calls out aloud The want of bufiness with its vain pretencc. On Horoscope cuvirin’d by the croud : * Lee, an aj othecary.

+ Ds. Barnard

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