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There may thy bays its shady honours spread, MR. JOHN HUGHES,
And o'er thy urn eternal odours shed;
Immortal as thy fame, and verse, still grow, ON HIS POEM ENTITLED, THE TRIUMPH OF PEACE.
Till those shall cease to live, and Thames to flow. INSPIR'D by what melodious Hughes has sung,
Nature, subdu'd, foretold the great decline, Pll tune a lyre that long has lain unstrung:
And every heart was plung'd in grief, but thine ; Awak'd from drowsy sloth, and soothing rest,
Thy soul, serene, the conflict did maintain, Poetic transports fire my ravish'd breast !
And trac'd the phantom Death in years of pain; What pleasure must retiring Dryden find, Not years of pain thy steady mind alarm'd, To see that art his skilful Muse refin'd,
By judgment strengthen'd, and with virtue arın'd; So much improv'd by those he leaves behind! Still like thyself, when sinking life ebb'd low, So when a father sees a careful son
Nor rashly dar'd, nor meanly fear'd the blow; Enlarge those coffers, which were first his own,
Loose to the world, of every grace possest, With joy to Heaven he lifts his aged eyes,
Greatly resign'd, thou sought'st the stranger, Rest: Blesses his prosperous heir, and calmly dies.
Firm as his fate, so thy own Phocyas dy'd, May all your fortune, like your numbers, shine, While the barb'd arrow trembled in bis side. And smoothly flow, without one rugged line !
Drawn by thy pen, the theory we see; TSII we confess the genius is tbe same,
The practic part, too soon! beheld in thee. That guides your fortune, and poetic filame,
Who now shall strike the lyre with skill divine, So when of old some sportive amorous god
Who to harmonious sounds ? harmonious numbers Vouchsaf'd awhile to leave his blest abode,
join ! In whatsoever form the guest appeard,
Who the rapacious tide of vice control, His heavenly lustre shone, and was rever'd. And, while they charm the sense, reform the soul ! Catherine Hall,
In whom the lovely sister arts unite
With virtue, solid sense, and boundless wit?
Such was the turn of thy exalted mind,
Great ruler of our passions ! who with art
Subdu'd the fierce, and warm'd the frozen heart, MEMORY OF MR. HUGHES,
Bid glory in our breasts with temper beat,
And valour, separate from feverish heat,
Love, in its true, its genuine lustre rise,
And, in Eudocia, bid it charm our eyes.
With more of triumph than a conqueror knows: Each eye o'erflows with tributary tears:
Touch'd by thy hand, our stubborn tempers bend, Such was the scene, when, by the gods requir'd,
And Nowing tears the well-wrought scene attend, Majestic Homer from the world retir'd:
That silent eloquence thy power approv'd; Such grief the Nine o'er Maro's tomb bestow'd;
The cause so great, 'twas generous to be mov'd. And tears like these for Addison late flow'd.
What pleasure can the bursting heart possess, Snatch'd from the Earth, above its trifling praise, In the last parting, and severe distress? Thee, Hughes, to happier climes thy Fate conveys;
Can fame, wealth, honour, titles, joy bestow, Eas'd of its load, thy gentle spirit roves
And make the labouring breast with transport glow? Through realms refulgent, and celestial groves ;
These gaudy trifles gild our morning bright, The toils of life, the pangs of death are o'er,
But o! how weak their influence on our night! And care, and pain, and sickness, are no more.
Then fame, wealth, honour, titles, vainly bloom,
Nor dart one beam of comfort on the gloom;
'Tis m the just applause that conscious virtue gives: Spring lightly forth, and mark the sacred ground; This blameless pride the dying Hughes possest,
Soften'd his pain, sat lightly on his breast,
And sooth'd his unoffending soul to rest. · Daughter of judge Cowper, afterwards married. Free from the bigot's fears, or stoic's pride, to col. Martin Madan, author of the Progress of Calm as our Christian hero liv'd, he dy'd. Putry, &c. and still living, an ornament to her gey and age.
Another of her compositions is prefixed to the Poems of Mr. Pope, N,
Opera of Calypso and Telemachus,
WM. COW PER
As on the utmost verge of life he stood,
Early thy side the mortal shaft receid, Ready to plunge, and seize th' immortal good, All, but the wounded hero, saw and griev'd. Collecting all his rays diffus'd, in one,
No sense of smart, no anguish, could control, His last great work with heighten'd lustre shone; | Or turn the generous purpose of his soul. There his just sentiments, transferr'd, we view'd ! Witness, ye nobler arts, hy Heaven design'd But, while our eyes the shining path pursu'd, To charm the senses, and improve the mind, And steep ascent his steady judgment gain'd, How through your mazes, with incessant toil, The shining path, alas! alone remain'd.com He urg'd his way, to reap th’immortal spoil!
So when the Sun to worlds unknown retires, So fabled Orpheus tun'd his potent song, How strong, how boldly shoot his parting tires ! Death's circling shades, and Stygian glooms among. Larger his setting orb our eyes confess,
Of thy great labours this, the last " and chief, Eager we gaze, and the full glory bless;
At once demands our wonder, and our grief;
Wondering we saw disclos'd the ample store, And leaves behind gay tracks of beamy light. Griev'd in that instant, to expect no more. 1720.
So in the evening of some doubtful day,
And his whole glories spreads at once to sight; If for ourselves the tears profusely flow,
Th' enliven'd world look up with gladsome cheer; Too justly we indulge the tender woe,
Bless the gay scene, nor heed the night so near; Since thou in Virtue's robes wast richly drest, Sudden, the lucent orb drops swiftly down, And of fine arts abundantly possest!
Through western skies, to shine in worlds unknown. But if we rather should congratulate
March 28, 1720. A friend's enlargement and exalted state; Resign'd to Providence, what can we less Than cheerful hail thy longid-for happiness, Who now, releas'd from every piercing pain, Dost in the realms of light triumphant reign! From thy long languishing, and painful strife, February, 1719-20.
W. DUNCOMBE Of breath and labour drawn, and wasting life,
Accomplish'd spirit! thou at length art free,
While lonely left, and desolate below,
Full griet I feel, and all a brother's woe!
Yet would I linger on a little space,
Before I close my quick-expiring race,
Till I have gather'd up, with grateful prins,
Thy works, thy dear unperishing remains; If there, regardful of the ways of inen,
An undecaying monument to stand, Thou seest with pity what thou once hast been,
Rais'd to thy name by thy oun skilful hand.
Then let me wing from Earth my willing way, O gentle shade! accept this humble verse,
To meet thy soul in blaze of living day,
Rapt to the skies, like thee, with joyful flight, In arins to glory, and in love to truth!
An inmate of the Heavens, adopted into light. Oh! if the Muse of future aught presage,
30 March, 1720. These seeds shall ripen in the coming age;
Ob. 17 Jan. 1731. Anno Æt. 46. Then youths, renown'd for many a tield well-fought, Shall own the glorious lessons thou hast taught; Honour's strict laws shall reign in every mind, And every Phocyas his Eudocia find. O! yet be this the lowest of thy faine,
IMMORTAL Bard! though from the world retird, To form the hero, and instruct the damc;
Still known to Fame, still honour'd, and admir'd! 1 sec the Christian, friend, relation, son,
While till'd with joy, in happier realms you stray, Burn for the glorious course that thou hast run. And dwell in mansions of eternal day; If aught we owe thy pencil, or thy lyre,
While you, conspicuous through the heavenly choir, Of manly strokes, or of superior fire,
With swelling rapture tune the chosen lyre; How must thy Muse be ever own'd divine,
Where echoing angels the glad notes prolong, And in the sacred list unrival'd shine!
Or with attentive silence crown your song;
Ofers this humble tribute of her praise. Worn with disease, and never-ceasing pain, Lost in thy works, how oft I pass the day, How firmly did thy Soul her seat maintain ! While the swift hours steal unperceiv'd away;
There, in sweet union, wit and virtue charm,
And noblest sentiments the bosom warm;
5 The Siege of Damascus.
The brave, the wise, the virtuous, and the fair, Et circum cineres. Parnassia numina lugent.
Through every pohsh'd piece correctness flows, Te patria exposcit, fæcundaque criininis ætas.
Sed tibi mors longos nequicquam inviderit annos, Here injur'd Phocyas and Eudocia claim Dum maneant clart monumenta perennia famæ, A lasting pity, and a lasting fame:
Dircæusquc volet superas suus ales in auras. The heroine's softer virtues charm the sight, Spernis trita sonans plectrum?, tenuisque camæna And fill our souls with ravishing delight.
Haud petis auxilium: terris te plena relictis Exalted love and dauntless courage meet,
Mens rapit iinpavidum, cælique per ardua ducit. To make thy hero's character complete.
Jam procul ex oculis gentes & regna recedunt; This finish'd piecé the noblest pens commend, Jam tellus perit, & punctum vix cernitur orbis. And e'en the critics are the poet's friend.
vos, immensi placidissima luinina mundi, led on by thee, those flowery paths I view, Sol, Luna, æterno meritas O! pangite laudes For ever lovely, and for ever new,
Auctori Dominoque; suis concussa tremiscat Where all the Graces with joint force engage Sedibus, & maguum agnoscat Natura Parentem, To stem th' impetuous follies of the age:
Dum rates arcana, paruin sententia vulgi Virtue, there deck'd in ever-blooming charms, Ut stet sollicitus, sublimi carinine pandit! With such resistless rays of beauty warms, Qualis verborum pompa ! ut ruit ore profundo That Vice, abash'd, confounded, skulks away, Fervidus, ingenii caleat cum Spiritus ingens! As night retires at dawn of rosy day.
Nec minor incedis, tragico indignusve cothurno, Struck with his guilty the hardy atheist dreads Dum tuus Arabicos Phocyas ruit acer in hostes, Approaching Fate, and trembles as he reads: Quis non æquales toto sub pectore Hammas Vanquish'd by Reason, yet asham'd to fly, Concipit, & simili laudis fervescit amore! He dares not own a God, nor yet deny:
O qualis lingur divina potentia! quali Convinc'd, though late, forgiveness he implores; Arte trahis faciles aniinos; seu pectora flecti Shrinks from the jaws of Hell, and Heaven adores. Dura jubes, & pulchre acuis virtutis honore; Hither the wild, the frolic, and the gay,
Sive intus placidos Eudocia concitet ignes; As thoughtless thro' their wanton rounds they stray, Ah nimium, nimium infelix Eudocia! quem non Compellid by Fame, repair with curious eye, Sors tua særa movet? madidi vectigal ocelli Aud their own various forms with wonder spy. Quis neget? infaustos quis non deploret amores? The censor so polite, so kindly true,
O semper damnata pati fata aspera virtus ! They see their faults, and sicken at the view. At tibi quis sensus, quæ mens, Eudocia, cum jam Hence trifling Damon ceases to be vain;
Extrahit infixam Phocyas tua flamma sagittam, And Cloe scorns to give her lover pain:
Securus fati, vitamque ex vulnere fundit? Strephon is true, who ne'er was true before; Quis satis ingenium comnis miretur Abudæ? And Celia bids him love, but not adore.
Quam piger ad pænas, miseruinque benignus in Thongh Addison and Steele the honour claim, Exemplar vel Christianis imitabile, mores [hostem! Here to stand foremost on the list of fame; Digni etiam meliore side! O quam, nube remotâ Yet still the traces of thy hand we see,
Erroris, tanti eniteant pietatis honores ! Some of the brightest thoughts are due to thee. Sed quid ego plura hîc laudare nitentia pergam? While then for those illustrious bards we mourn, Tota nitet, pulchro tota ordine fabrica surgit, The Muse shall visit thy distinguish'd urn; Et delectamur passim, passiinque monemur. With copious tears bedew the sacred ground,
E. Coll. Mert. And plant the never-fading bay around.
Oxon. Here through the gloom, aspiring bards, explore
Amabilis juvenis, hujus carminis author, These awful relics, and be vain no more:
Objit 26 Decem. 1730); anno ætatis 19. Leaming, and Wit, and Fame itself must die;
-Nox atra caput tristi circumvolat umbrâ. Virtue alone can, towering, reach the sky.
Virg. This crown'd his life. Admire not, Heaven in view, He to the glorious prize with transport flew. A fate so blest should check our streaming woe, He reigns above, his works survive below.
MEMORY OF MR. HUGHES.
SPOKEN BY MR. MILWARD, ON THE REVIVAL OF T!I!
SIEGE OF DAMASCUS, AT THE TUCATRE ROYAL IN
DRURY-LANE, 22 MARCII, 1734-5.
Here force and fancy, with united charms,
Mingle the sweets of love with war's alarms.
Our author shows, in eastern pomp array'd, Occidit heu nimium fato sublatus acerbo, The conquering hero, and the constant maid. Occidit Aonidûm decus ille dolorque sororum!
None better knew such noble heights to sour, Quæ te, magne, tuis rapuit sors aspera, vates? Though Phælra, and though Cato, charm'd before. Quo fugis, ah! nostras nunquam rediturus in oras! En! tibi ferali crinem cinxêre cupresso,
? Hæc & proxima alludunt ad sublima illa au
thoris nostri poemata, quibus tituli, Hymnus ad • Alluding to the Spectators written by Mr. Hughes. Creatorem Mundi, & Ecstasis,
PROLOGUE TO THE
While in the lustre of his glowing lines,
While he, like his own Phocyas, snatch'd from viem, Th’ Arabian Paradise so gaily shines,
To fairer realms with ripen'd glory flew. With winy rivers, racy fruits, supply'd,
Humane, though witty; humble, though admir'd; And beauties sparkling in immortal pride,
Wept by the great, the virtuous sage expir'd ! Gallants, you'll own, that a resistless fire
Still may the bard, beneath kind planets born, Did justly their enamour'd breasts inspire.
Whom every Grace and every Muse adorn, At first a numerous audience crown'd this play, Whose spreading fame has reach'd to foreign lands And kind applauses mark'd its happy way,
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