to his personal character, he is said to have been a man of gay conversation, at least a temperate lover of wine and company, and in his domestick relations without censure.

THE two Poems which follow would have been inserted in the Collection, if the compilers could have obtained copies of them. To complete the poetical works of Tickell, they are here copied from the “ Select Collection of “ Miscellany Poems, 1780."

OXFORD, A POEM #, INSCRIBED TO "LORD LONSDALE, 1707.

“ Unum opus est intactæ Palladis urbem
“ Carmine perpetuo celebrare'- Hor. i Od. vii.

WHILST you, my Lord, adorn that stately seat,
Where shining beauty makes her soft retreat,
Enjoying all those graces, uncontrol'd,
Which noblest youths would die but to behold;
Whilst you inhabit Lowther's awful pile, no
A structure worthy of the founder's toil;
Amaz'd we see the former * Lonsdale shine
In each descendent of his noble line :
But most transported and surpriz'd we view
His ancient glories all reviv'd in you,
Where charms and virtues join their equal grace,
Your father's godlike foul, your mother's lovely

face.
Me Fortune and kind Heaven's indulgent care
To fainous Oxford and the Muses bear,
Where, of all ranks, the blooming youths com-

Which thus 'my thanks to much-lov'd Oxford

pays, In no ungrateful, though. unartful lays.

Where shall I first the beauteous scene disclose, And all the gay variety expose ? For wherefoe'er I turn my wondering eyes, Aspiring towers and verdant groves arise, Immortal greens the smiling plains array, And mazy rivers murmur all the way. O! might your eyes behold each sparkling

dome, And freely o'er the beauteous prospect roam, Less ravish'd your own Lowther you'd survey, Though pomp and state the costly feat display, Where Art fo nicely has adorn’d the place, That Nature's aid might seem an useless grace; Yet Nature's smiles such various charms impart, That vain and needless are the strokes of Art. In equal state our rising structures shine, Fram'd by such rules, and form’d by such design, That here, at once surpriz'd and pleas'd, we

view Old Athens lost and conquer'd in the new,

More

More sweet our fades, more fit our bright-
i abodes
For warbling Muses and inspiring Gods.
Great * Vanbrook's self might own each arta.

ful draught
Equal to models in his curious thought,
Nor fcorn a fabrick by our plans to frame,
Or in immortal labours sing their fame;
Both ways he faves them from destroying fate,
If he but praise them, or but imitate.
See, where the sacred † Sheldon's haughty

: dome
Rivals the stately pomp of ancient Rome,
Whose form, so great and noble, seeins design'd
'fi express the grandeur of its founder's mind.
Here, in one lofty building, we behold
Whate'er the Latian pride could boast of old.
True, no dire combats feed the savage eye,
And krew the fand with sportive cruel.ty;
Buț, miore adori'd with what the Muse inspires,
It far outlines their bloody theatres.

* Sir John Vanbrugh. N.
+ The Theatre. T, .

B :

Delight