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NIGHT HON. THE LORD COBHAM TO MRS. Dimidium facti, qui cæpit, babet. Sapere aude:

Incipe. Vivendi rectè qui prorogat horam,

Rusticus expectat duin defluat amnis : at ille

Labitur & labetur in omne volubilis ævum.
Wake th' harmonious voice and string,
Love and Hyınen's triumph sing.

Sounds with secret charms combining,

TO-MORROW cheats us all. Why dost thon stay In melodious union joining,

And leave undone what should be done to-day? Best the wondrous joys can tell,

Begin-the present minute's in thy power;
That in hearts united dwell.

But still t'adjourn, and wait a fitter hour,

Is like the clown, who at some river's side

Expecting stands, in hopes the running tide

Will all ere long be past-Fool! not to know
To young Victoria's happy fame,

It still has tlow'd the same, and will for ever flow. Well may the Arts a trophy raise,

Music grows sweeter in her praise,
And ownld by her, with rapture speaks her name.
To touch the brave Cleander's heart,

The Graces all in her conspire;
Love arms her with his surest dart,

Apollo with his lyre.

Thou little favourite of the fair!

When thou these golden bands shalt wear,
The listening Muses, all around her,

The hand that bincis them softly kiss, Think 'tis Phobus' strains they hear:

With conscious joy, and own thy bliss, And Cupid, drawing near to wound her,

Proud of his chain, who would not be Drops bis bow, and stands to hear.

| A slave, to gain her smiles, like thee?

While crowds of rivals, with despair,

Silent admire, or vainly court the fair;

LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISHI HOLLES. Behold the happy conquest of her eyes, A hero is the glorious prize!

1712-13. in courts, in cainps, through distant realms reCleander comes-Victoria, see, (nown'd,

Such early wisdom, such a lovely face, He comes, with British honour crown'd;

Such modest greatness, such attractive grace; Love leads his eager steps to thee.

Wit, beauty, goodness, charity, and truth,

The riper sense of age, the bloom of youth!

Whence is it, that in one fair piece we find
In tender sighs he silence breaks,

These various beauties of the female kind : The fair his flame approves.

Sure but in one such different charms agree, Consenting blushes warm her cheeks,

And Henrietta is that phenix-she. She smiles,--she yields, -she loved.


FIRST voice.
Now Hymen at the altar stands,

And while he joins their faithful hands,

THE MOTTO CHOSEN BY THE RIGHT BON. THE Behold! by ardent vows drawn down, Immortal Concord, heavenly bright,

LADY HENRIETTA CAVENDISH HOLLES, Array'd in robes of purest light,

In thee, bright maid, though all the virtues shine, Descends, th’auspicious rites to crowIi.

With rival beams, and every grace is thine,
Her golden harp the goddess brings;

Yet three, distinguish'd by thy early voice,
Its magic sound
Commands a sudden silence all around,

Excite our praise, and well deserve thy choice. And strains prophetic thus attune the strings. Immortal Truth in Heaven itself displays DUETTO.

Her charms celestial born, and purest rays,

Which thence in streams, like golden sunshine, flow, I VOICE. The swain his nymph possessing,

And shed their light on minds like yours below. 2 VOICE. The nymph her swain caressing, 1 and 2.

SShall still improve the blessing.
For ever kind and true.

! This lady, also celebrated by Mr. Prior in a ČWhile rolling years are flying,

beautiful ode, called Colin's Mistake, was afterLove, Hymen's lamp supplying, wards married to Edward earl of Oxford, and was LOTH. 3 With fuel never dying,

mother of the present dutchess dowager of PortShall still the flame renew,


Fair Honour, next in beauty and in grace,

Yet stone and brass our hopes betray, Shines in her turn, and claims the second place; Age steals the mimic forms and characters away She fills the well-born soul with noble fires,

In vain, O Egypt, to the wondering skies, And generous thoughts and godlike acts inspires. With giant pride, thy pyrainids arise; Then Honesty, with native air, succeeds,

Whate'er their vast and gloomy vaults contain, Plain is her look, unartful are her deeds;

No names distinct of their great dead remain.

Beneath the mass confus'u, in heaps thy monarchs And, just alike to friends and foes, she draws The bounds of right and wrong, nor errs from equal

Unknown, and blended in mortality. [lie, laws.

To Death ourselves and all our works we owe. From Heaven this scale of virtuc thus descends

But is there nought, O Muse, can save By just degrees, and thy full choice defends,

Our memories from darkness and the grave, So when, in visionary trains, by night

And some short after-life bestow ? Attending angels bless'd good Jacob's sight,

“That task is mine," the Musc replies, The mystic ladder thus appear'd to rise,

And, hark! she tunes the sacred lyre! Its foot on earth, its suminit in the skies.

Verse is the last of human works that dies,

When Virtue does the song inspire.

Then look, Eliza, happy saint, look down! 'HYMN.

Pause from immortal joys awhile

To hear, and gracious, with a smile, SUNG BY THE CH U.DREN OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL, AT THE

The dedicated numbers own;

Say, how in thy life's scanty space,

So short a space, so wondrous bright,

Bright as a summer's day, short as a summer's night, Hrar us, o God, this joyful day!

Could'st thou find room for every crowded grace? Whole nations join their voice,

As if thy thrifty soul foreknew,

Like a wise envoy, Heaven's intent, To thee united thanks to pay,

Soon to recall whom it had sent, And in thy strength rejoice.

And all its task resolv'd at once to do. For led by thee, O King of Kings!

Or wert thou but a traveller below, Our sovereign George we see;

That hither didst awhile repair, Thy hand the royal blessing brings,

Curious our customs and our laws to know? He comes, he reigns, by thee!

And, sickening in our grosser air,

And tir'd of vain repeated sights, Plenteous of grace, pour froin above

Our foolish cares, our false delights, Thy favours on his head;

Back to thy native seats would'st go ? Truth, Mercy, Righteousness, and Love,

Oh! since to us thou wilt no more return, As guards around him spread.

• Permit thy friends, the faithful few, With length of days, and glory crown'd,

Who best thy numerous virtues know,
With wealth and fair increase,

Themselves, not thee, to mourn.
Let him abroad be far renown'd,
Still blest at home with peace.

Now, pensive Muse, enlarge thy night!.
(By turns the pensive Muses love
The hilly heights and shady grove)
Behold where, swelling to the sight,

Balls, a fair structure, graceful stands!

And from yon verdant rising brow

Sees Hertford's ancient town, and lanıls,

Where Nature's hand, in slow meanders, leads

The Lee's ciear stream its course to flow

Through flowery vales, and moistend meads,

And far around in beauteous prospects spreads EDWARD HUGHES, ESQ.

Her map of plenty all below.
OF TERTINGSORDBURY, IN THE COUNTY OF HERTFORD, 'Twas here and sacred be the spot of earth!

AND DAUGHTER OF RICHARD HARRISON, ESQ. or Eliza's soul, born first above,

Descended to an humbler birth,

And with a mortal's frailties strove.

So, on soine towering peak that meets the sky, See! how those dropping monuments decay!

When inissive Seraphs downward fly, Frail mansions of the silent dead,

They stop, and for a while alight, Whose souls, to uncorrupting regions Acd,

Put off their rays celestial-bright, With a wise scorn their mouldering dust survey. Then take some milder form familiar to our eye. Their toubs are rais'd from dust as well as they ;

Swiftly her infant virtucs crew: For see! to dust they both return,

Watur'd hy Heaven's peculiar care, And Time consumes alike the ashes and the urn.

Her morning bloom was doubly fair, We ask the sculptor's art in vain

Like Suminer's day break, when we see To make us for a space ourselves survive;

The fresh-app'ú stores of rosy dew In Parian stone we proudly breathe again,

(Transparent beautics of the dawn) Or seein in figur'd brass to live.

Spread o'er the grass their cobweb-lawn,

Or hang moist pearls on every tree.

Send me to Whigs as true and hearty, Pleas'd with the lovely sight, awhile

As ever pity'd por Maccarty; Her friends behold, and joyful smile,

Let Townshend, Sunderland, be there, Nor think the Sun's exhalıng ray

Or Robin Walpole in the chair; Will change the scene ere noon of day, Or send me to a club of Tories, Dry up the glistering drops, and draw those dews That dann and curse at Marlborough's glories. away.

And drink-but sure none such there are!

The Devil, the pope, and rebel Mar; Yet first, to fill her orb of life,

Yet still my loyalty I'll boast, Behold, in each relation dear,

King George shall ever be my toast; The pious saint, the duteons child appear,

Unbrib'd his glorious cause I'll own, The tender sister, and the faithful wife.

And fearless scorn cach traitor's frown.
Alas! but must one circlet of the year

Unite in bliss, in grief divide
The destin'd bridegrooin and the bride?
Stop, generous youth, the gathering tear,
That, as you read these lines or hear,

Perhaps may start, and seem to say,

() say, ye saints, who shine in realms above, " That short-liv'd year was but a day !"

And tune vour harps to sing eternal love, Forbear-nor fruitless sorrowings now employ, When shall my voice attain your high degree; Think she was lent awhile, not given,

When shall my soul, from clouds of sorrow free, (Such was th' appointed will of Heaven)

Hear your celestial song, and aid the harmony? Then, grateful, call that year an age of virtuous








Protinus alter amat; fugit altera noinen amantis.



Apollo ......... MRS. MARGARITA
Daphne ......... MRS. BARBIER.
Homeus ......... MR. TURNER.
Doris .......... MRS. WILLIS.



Tue man that loves his king and nation,
And shuns each vile association,
That trusts his honest deeds i' th' light,
Nor meets in dark cabals, by night,
With fools, who, after much debate,
Gret themselves bang'd, and save the state,
Needs not his hall with weapons store;
Nor dreads each rapping at his door;
Nor sculks, in fear of being known,
Or hides his guilt in parson's gown;
Nor wants, to guard his generous heart,
The poniard or the poison'd dart;
Anl, but for ornament and pride,
A sword of lath might cross his side.

If o'er St. James's park he stray,
He stops not, pausing in his way;
Nor pulls his hat down o'er his face,
Nor starts, looks back, and mends his pace:
Or if he ramble to the Tower,
He knows no crime, and dreads no power,
But thence returning, free as wind,
Smiles at the bars he left behind.
Thus, as I loiter'd t other day,
Huinming-0 every month was May-
And, thoughtless how my time I squanderd,
Froin Whitehall, through the Cockpit wander'd,
A messenger with surly eye
View'd me quite round, and yet pass'd by.
No sharper look or rougher mien
In Scottish highlands e'cr was seen;
Nor ale and brandy ever bred
More pimpled cheeks, or nose more red;
And yet, with both hands in my brcast,
Careless I walk'd, por shunn'd the beast.

Place me among a hundred spies,
Let all the room be ears and eyes;
Or search my pocket-books and papers,
No word or line sball give me vapours.



THE FIRST SCENE IS A RIVER. | Pencus, a river-god, appears on a bed of rushes,

leaning on his urn. He rises and comes forward,
his head crowned with rushes and flowers, a reeri
in his hand.

How long must Peneus chide in vain

His daughter's coyness and disdain ?
Through Tempe's pleasant vales and bowers
As my full urn its current poury,
In every plain, from every grove

I hear the sighs of slighted love;
And on my rushy banks the Sylvans cry

Why ever cruel, Daphinc, why?
But sce she comes, the beauteous cause;
Daphne, my just cominands attend,
Hear me, thy father and thy friend,
And yield at last to love and Hymcu's laws.

O Pencus, urge this cruel suit no more;

Have I not to Diana swore?

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Behold again to her I bow,

DAPIINE Devoted ever to remain

Canst thou the mountain tiger hind, A virgin of her spotless train;

Or stop the floods, or fix the wind?
Hear, Cynthia, and confirm my vow.

Do this--then Daphne will perhaps be kinda
How happy are we,

How airy, how free,

Ev'n tigers Love's soft laws obey;
That rove through the woods and the plains !

Art thou more savage far than they?
In vain the blind boy

Look all around thee, and above !
Our hearts would decoy,

Love lights the skies, and paints the meads; We scorn all his joys and his pains.

Its genial tame " (Exit Daphne.

Though heav'n, and earth, and ocean spreads; PENEUS.

Thou art thyself the happiest child of Love,

Do not thy birth disclaiin.
Rash maid, return-
What hast thou sworn?

With thee shall Peneus' race expire?

Though fair as Phæbus thou should'st seem, Then hear once more thy slighted sire,

And were thy words soft as his lyre, And know, thy fatal row draws down

They could not more nie to desire ; The curse of Heaven, a father's frown,

· Wake, shepherd, from thy dream. And sure destruction waits thy scorn.

Cease to sooth thy fruitless pain;

Why for frowns wilt thou be suing? Feeble Cupid! vain deceiver!

Cease to languish and complain. What avails thy boasted quiver?

'Tis to seek thy own undoing, Where are all thy conquering arts?

Still to love, and love in vain.
They that fly thee

May defy thee;
They who fear thee,

In her soft cheek and beauteous eyes,
And revere thee,

What new enchanting graces rise !
Ever meet thy keenest darts.

[Aside Exit Peneus.


APOL. No more deny me,

O cease to fly me
Apollo enters with his bow and arrows, as having

Your faithful swain.
newly slain the Python.

DAPII. No longer try me,

For ever fly me, 'Tis done--the monster Python, slain

Despairing swain.
By Phoebus' shafts, lies breathless on the plain. APOL. Yet hear me.
Yet why with conquest am I thus adorn'd?

DAPH. Forbear me.
Alas! I feel a mortal's pain, .

APOL. Let sighs imploring, Conquer'd by Love, whom once I scorn'd.

And looks adoring, O Daphne! till thy smiles I can obtain,

Still speak my pain. No more these marks of triumph let me bear; DAPA. Your sighs imploring, But thus a shepherd's semblance wear,

And looks adoring, Till blest by thee I grow a god again.

But move disdain. [Throws away his bow and arrows, and takes

[Exit Daphne

APOLLO, up a sheep-hook.]

She's gone--nor knows from whom she flies. • Sec-she appears; how wondrous fair!

Mistaken coyness ! false disdain !
Hail, goddess of these verdant groves!

Phæbus she prais'd, but scorns the swain

Then, brcaking froin this dark disguise,
What art thou, or from whence?

When Phabus what he is shall seem,

My glittering rays, and melting lyre,
A swain that loveg.

At last shall warm thee to desire,

And wake thee, Daphne, from thy dream
Thy unavailing courtship spare.

Where Cupid's bow is failing, Dost thou not daily hear the shepherds cry

Ambition's charms prevailing, Why ever cruel, Daphne, why?

Shall triumph o'er the fair. GO--with the rest despair.

The nymph that love despises, . APOLLO.

Some secret passion prizes, No, let the rest despair, while I

That still forbids despair. Distinguish'd, triumph in the joy.

[Exit cipolla Fair blooming creature!

Each tender feature

Speaks thee by nature

Doris, why this trifling tale?
For love design'd.

Then smile consenting,

That good advice may once prevail;
lost time repenting,

Save one-nor all your lovers lose,'
Let soft relenting

Alas! that I, poor Imight gain
Now show thee kind.

What you each day refuse!


DAPHINE. Take all, and ease ine of the pain.

Shall I return-orno?

Charms yet unknown surround me;

Yet, Love, thou ne'er shalt wound me,
I would-but ah! 'twere now in vain.

No more aların iny breast. When I was a maiden of twenty,

Then let ine haste to go And my charms and my lovers were plenty,

Ah no, my heart replies
Ah! why did I ever say no?

In tender hearing sighis
Now the stains, though I court them, all fy me, Ye Powers restore my rest.
I sigh, but no lover comes nigh me;

APOL. ( do not go
Ye virgias, be warn’d by my woe!

DAPH. Dost thou not know,
Ah! why did I ever say no?

I'm of Diana's train?

Thy love forbear

APOL. Thy scora forbearPoor Doris ! dry thy weeping eyes;

DAPH. I must not hear: Dust thou repent thou once wert wise?

APOL. O stay and hear; Tender hearts to every passion

DAPH. Thy love Still their freedom would betray,

is rain.

APOL. Thy flights But how calm is inclination,

[Exit Daphne pursued by Apollo. When our reason, bears the swav! Swains themselves, while they pursue us,

Often teach us to deny.
While we tly, they fondly woo us;

Re-enter Daphne, looking back as affrighted. If we grow too fond, they fly.


lle comes--the swift pursuer comes-O) where Yet might I see one courting swain,

Shall I escape his piercing sight, Though but to slight him once again!

Where hide me from the god of light?
But cuine-l'll amorous thoughts give o'er.

Ah! 'tis in vain--he's here.

(Daphne runs to the side of the river, and as 'Tis well to leave them at threescore.

she sings the following air is transformed Haste then, and at th' appointed plare,

into a laurel-tree.] See if the nymphs expect me for the chase.

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me! [Exit Doris.

Let some sudden change invade me, (A symphony of intruments is heard, whilst Apollo

Fix me rooted on thy shore. descends in the chariot of the Sun; a crown of Cease, Apollo, to persuade me, rays about his head, and his lyre in his hand.)

I am Daphne now no more.-

(Apollo enters at the latter end of the air, What sounds celestial strike my ear!

and is met hy Pencus.) Why does the golden source of light

APOLLO. Pour out new day?-how wondrous bright !

O fatal fight!-O curst disclain! Some god descends to human sight;

O Peneus, how shall we our loss deplore; - " I'm charm'd, yet aw'd with tear.

But see!

The trembling branches yet her shape retain! Daphne, on Phoebus fix thy eye,

Though Daphne lives a nymph no more, With meaner shapes deceiv'd no more!

She lives, fair verdant plant, in thee: know, I thy beauteous form adore:

Henceforth be thou Apollo's tree, Wilt thou a god, a god that loves thee, fly?

And hear what honours to thy leaves remain (Apollo strikes his lyre, and Daphne turns back

No thunder e'er shall blast thy boughs, as surprised at the sound.]

Prescrv'd to grace Apollo's brows,

Kings, victors, poets, to adorn;
Fairest mortal! stay and hear,

Oft in Britannia's isle thy prosperous green
Turn thee, leare thy trembling fear!

Shall on the heads of her great chiefs be seen,
Cannot Love with Music join'd

And by a Nassau, and a George, be worn.
Touch thy unrolenting mind?

Fairest mortal! stay and hear,
Turn thee, leave thy trembling fear.

Still Peneus, with a father's care,

Shall feed thee from his flowing urn Hark how the river-shores prolong

With verdure ever fresh and fair, Ny soft complaines, and murmur to my song!

Nor this thy destin'd change shall mourn. Thy father Peneus feels my pain; See! how his osiers gently bow,

CHORUS, OR DUETTO OF APOLLO AND PENEUS. And seem my secret soul to know

Nature alone can love inspire,

Art is vain to move desire. PAPHL. [aside.) Alas! my rash, my fatal vow!

If Nature once the fair incline,
HOL. Wilt thou alone unmov'd remain?

To their own passion they resigne
[As Daphne is going out, she stops and sings Nature alone can love inspire,
the following air.

Art is vajn to move desire.

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