Her social heart alike disowns

The race, who, shunning crowds and thrones,
In shades sequester'd doze;
Whose sloth no generous care can wake,
Who rot, like weeds on Lethe's lake,
In senseless, vile repose.

With these she shuns the factious tribe,
Who spurn the yt unoffer'd bribe,
And at corruption lour;
Waiting till Discord Havoc cries,
In hopes, like Catline, to rise
On anarchy to pow'r !

Ye wits, who boast from ancient times

Aright divine to scourge our crimes,
Is it with you she rests?

No. Jut'rest, slander are your views,
And Virtue now, with every Muse,
Flies your unhallow'd breasts.

There was a time, I heard her say,
Ere females were seduc'd by play,
When Beauty was her throne;
But now, where dwelt the Soft Desires,
The Furies light forbidden fires,

To Love and her unknown.

From these th' indignant goddess flies, And where the spires of Science rise,

A while suspends her wing;

But pedant Pride and Rage are there, And Faction tainting all the air,

And pois'ning every spring.

Long through the sky's wide pathless way
The Muse observ'd the waud'rer stray,
And mark'd her last retreat;
O'er Surry's barren heaths she flew,
Descending like the silent dew
On Esher's peaceful seat.

There she beholds the gentle Mole
His pensive waters calmly roll,

Amidst Elysian ground:

There through the windings of the grove She leads her family of Love,

And strews her sweets around.

I hear her bid the daughters fair

Oft to yon gloomy grot repair,

Her secret steps to meet :

"Nor thou," she cries, "these shades forsake, But come, lov'd consort, come and make

The husband's bliss complete."

Yet not too much the soothing ease Of rural indolence shall please

My Pelham's ardent breast; The man whom Virtue calls her own Must stand the pillar of a throne, And make a nation blest.

Pelham! 'tis thine with temp❜rate zeal
To guard Britannia's public weal,
Attack'd on every part:

Her atal discords to compose,
Unite her friends, disarm her foes,
Demands thy head and heart.

When bold Rebellion shook the land,
Ere yet from William's dauntless hand
Her barbarous army fled;

When Valour droop'd, and Wisdom fear'd,
Thy voice expiring Credit heard,

And rais'd her languid head.

Now by thy strong assisting hand,
Fix'd on a rock I see her stand,

Against whose solid feet,

In vain, through every future age, The loudest, most tempestuous rage Of angry war shall beat.

And grieve not if the sons of Strife
Attempt to cloud thy spotless life,

And shade its brightest scenes; Wretches, by kindness unsubdu'd, Who see, who share the common good, Yet cavil at the means.

Like these, the metaphysic crew,
Proud to be singular and new,

Think all they see deceit ;

Are warm'd and cherish'd by the day,
Feel and enjoy the heav'nly ray,
Yet doubt of light and heat.

THE TRIAL OF SELIM THE PERSIAN',

FOR DIVERS HIGH CRIMES AND MISDEMEANORS.

THE Court was met; the pris'ner brought;
The counsel with instructions fraught;
And evidence prepar'd at large,
On oath, to vindicate the charge.

But first 'tis meet, where form denies
Poetic helps of fancy'd lies,
Gay metaphors, and figures fine,
And similies to deck the line;
'Tis meet (as we before have said)
To call description to our aid.

Begin we then (as first 'tis fitting) With the three chiefs in judgment sitting. Above the rest, and in the chair, Sat Faction with dissembled air; Her tongue was skill'd in specious lies, And murmurs, whence dissentions rise A smiling mask her features veil'd, Her form the patriot's robe conceal'd; With study'd blandishments she bow'd, And drew the captivated crowd.

The next in place, and on the right,

Sat Envy, hideous to the sight;

George Lyttelton, esq. afterwards lord Lyttelton. The Persian Letters of this nobleman were written under the character of Selim, which occasioned Mr. Moore to give him the same name in this poem.

Her snaky locks, her hollow eyes,
And haggard form forbad disguise;
Pale discontent and sullen hate
Upon her wrinkled forehead sat;

Her left hand, clench'd, her cheek sustain'd,
Her right (with many a murder stain'd)

A dagger clutch'd, in act to strike,
With starts of rage, and aim oblique.

Last on the left was Clamour seen,
Of stature vast, and horrid mien ;
With bloated cheeks, and frantic eyes,
She sent her yellings to the skies;
Prepar'd with trumpet in her hand,
To blow sedition o'er the land.

With these, four more of lesser fame,
And humbler rank, attendant came;
Hypocrisy with smiling grace,
And Impudence with brazen face,
Contention bold, with iron lungs,
And Slander with her hundred tongues.
The walls in sculptur'd tale were rich,
And statues proud (in many a nich)
Of chiefs, who fought in Faction's cause,
And perish'd for contempt of laws.
The roof in vary'd light and shade,
The seat of Anarchy display'd.
Triumphant o'er a falling throne
(By emblematic figures known)
Confusion rag'd, and Lust obscene,
And Riot with distemper'd mien,
And Outrage bold, and Mischief dire,
And Devastation clad in fire.

Prone on the ground a martial maid
Expiring lay, and groan'd for aid;
Her shield with many a stab was pierc'd,
Her laurels torn, her spear revers'd;
And near her, crouch'd amidst the spoils,
A lion panted in the toils.

With look compos'd the pris'ner stood,
And modest pride. By turns he view'd
The court, the counsel, and the crowd,
And with submissive rev'rence bow'd.

Proceed we now, in humbler strains,
And lighter rhymes, with what remains.
Th' indictment grievously set forth,
That Selim, lost to patriot worth,
(In company with one Will Pitt 2,
And many more, not taken yet)
In Forty-five, the royal palace 3

Did enter, and to shame grown callous,
Did then and there his faith forsake,
And did accept, receive, and take,
With mischievous intent and base,
Value unknown, a certain place.

He was a second time indicted, -
For that, by evil zeal excited,
With learning more than layman's share,
(Which parsons want, and he might spare)
In letter to one Gilbert West 4,

He, the said Selim, did attest,

Maintain, support, and make assertion
Of certain points, from Paul's conversion,

Afterwards earl of Chatham.

3 Mr. Lyttelton was appointed a lord of the treasury 25th Dec. 1744.

4 Entitled, Observations on the Conversion and Apostleship of St. Paul. In a Letter to Gilbert West, esq. 8vo. 1747.

By means whereof the said apostle
Did many an unbeliever jostle,
Starting unfashionable fancies,

And building truths on known romances.
A third charge ran, that knowing well
Wits only eat as pamphlets sell,
He, the said Selim, notwithstanding,
Did fall to answ'ring, shaming, branding
Three curious Letters to the Whigs';
Making no reader care three figs
For any facts contain'd therein;
By which uncharitable sin

An author, modest and deserving,

Was destin'd to contempt and starving;
Against the king, his crown and peace,
And all the statutes in that case.

The pleader rose with brief full charg'd,
And on the pris'ner's crimes enlarg'd—
But not to damp the Muse's fire
With rhet'ric, such as courts require,
We'll try to keep the reader warm,
And sift the matter from the form.
"Virtue and social love," he said,
"And honour from the land were fled;
That patriots now, like other folks,
Were made the butt of vulgar jokes;
While Opposition dropp'd her crest,
And courted pow'r for wealth and rest.
Why some folks laugh'd, and some folks rail'd,
Why some submitted, some assail'd,
Angry or pleas'd-all solv'd the doubt
With who were in, and who were out.
The sons of Clamour grew so sickly,
They look'd for dissolution quickly;
Their weekly journals, finely written,
Were sunk in privies all besh-—n;
Old England, and the London Evening,
Hardly a soul was found believing in ;
And Caleb, once so bold and strong,
Was stupid now, and always wrong.

"Ask ye whence rose this foul disgrace?
Why Selim has receiv'd a place,
And thereby brought the cause to shame;
Proving that people, void of blame,
Might serve their country and their king,
By making both the self-same thing:
By which the credulous believ'd,
And others (by strange arts deceiv'd)
That ministers were sometimes right,
And meant not to destroy us quite.
"That bart'ring thus in state affairs,
He next must deal in sacred wares,
The clergy's rights divine invade,
And smuggle in the gospel-trade:
And all this zeal to re-instate
Exploded notions, out of date;
Sending old rakes to church in shoals,
Like children, sniv'ling for their souls;
And ladies gay, from smut and libels,
To learn beliefs, and read their bibles;
Erecting conscience for a tutor,
To damn the present by the future;

Entitled, Three Letters to the Whigs; occasioned by the Letter to the Tories. 8vo. 1748.

An opposition paper at that time published, in which Mr. Lyttelton was frequently abused.

7 Caleb d'Anvers, the name assumed by the writers of the Craftsman.

As if to evils known and real
'Twas needful to annex ideal;
When all of human life we know
Is care, and bitterness, and woe,
With short transitions of delight,
To set the shatter'd spirits right.
Then why such mighty pains and care,
To make us humbler than we are?
Forbidding short-liv'd mirth and laughter,
By fears of what may come hereafter?
Better in ignorance to dwell;
None fear, but who believe a Hell;
And if there should be one, no doubt,

Men of themselves would find it out.

"But Selim's crimes," he said, "went further, And barely stopp'd on this side murther; One yet remain'd to close the charge,

To which (with leave) he 'd speak at large.
And, first, 'twas needful to premise,

That though so long (for reasons wise)
The press inviolate had stood,
Productive of the public good;
Yet still, too modest to abuse,

It rail'd at vice, but told not whose.
That great improvements, of late days,
Were made, to many an author's praise,
Who, not so scrupulously nice,
Proclaim'd the person with the vice;
Or gave, where vices might be wanted,
The name, and took the rest for granted.
Upon this plan, a champion rose,
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Unrighteous greatness to oppose,
Proving the man inventus non est,
Who trades in pow'r, and still is honest;
And (God be prais'd) he did it roundly,
Flogging a certain junto soundly.
But chief his anger was directed,
Where people least of all suspected;
And Selim, not so strong as tall,
Beneath his grasp appear'd to fall.
But Innocence (as people say)
Stood by, and sav'd him in the fray.
By her assisted, and one Truth,
A busy, prating, forward youth,
He rally'd all his strength anew,
And at the foe a letter threw 9:
His weakest part the weapon found,
And brought him senseless to the ground.
Hence Opposition fled the field,

And Ignorance with her seven-fold shield;
And well they might, for (things weigh'd fully)
The pris'ner, with his whore and bully,
Must prove for every foe too hard,
Who never fought with such a guard.

"But Truth and Innocence," he said,
"Would stand him here in little stead;
For they had evidence on oath,
That would appear too hard for both."
Of witnesses a fearful train
Came next, th' indictments to sustain
Detraction, Hatred, and Distrust,
And Party, of all foes the worst,
Malice, Revenge, and Unbelief,
And Disappointment worn with grief,
Dishonour foul, unaw'd by shame,
And every fiend that Vice can name,

8 Author of the Letters to the Whigs.

9 Probably, A Congratulatory Letter to Selim on the Letters to the Whigs. 8vo. 1748.