Of fmiling victory that moment won,

And Chatham heart-fick of his country's fhame!
They made us many foldiers. Chatham, ftill
Confulting England's happiness at home,
Secur'd it by an unforgiving frown,

If any wrong'd her. Wolfe, where'er he fought,
Put fo much of his heart into his act,

That his example had a magnet's force,

And all were fwift to follow whom all lov'd.

Thofe funs are set. Oh, rife fome other fuch! Or all that we have left is empty talk

Of old achievements, and despair of new,

Now hoift the fail, and let the ftreamers float
Upon the wanton breezes. Strew the deck
With lavender, and fprinkle liquid fweets,
That no rude favour maritime invade
The nose of nice nobility! Breathe soft,

Ye clarionets; and fofter still, ye flutes;
That winds and waters, lull'd by magic founds,

May bear us fmoothly to the Gallic fhore!

True, we have loft an empire-let it pass.
True; we may thank the perfidy of France,
That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown,
With all the cunning of an envious fhrew.
And let that pafs-'twas but a trick of state!

A brave man knows no malice, but at once
Forgets in
peace the injuries of war,

And gives his direft foe a friend's embrace.
And, fham'd as we have been, to th' very beard
Brav'd and defied, and in our own fea prov'd
Too weak for thofe decifive blows that once
Ensured us maft'ry there, we yet retain
Some small pre-eminence; we justly boast
At least superior jockeyship, and claim
The honours of the turf as all our own!
Go, then, well worthy of the praise ye seek,

And show the shame ye might conceal at home In foreign eyes!-be grooms, and win the plate nobler fathers won a crown!

Where once your

'Tis gen'rous to communicate your skill

To those that need it. Folly is foon learn'd: And, under fuch preceptors, who can fail!

There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only poets know. The fhifts and turns,
Th' expedients and inventions, multiform,
To which the mind resorts, in chase of terms
Though apt, yet coy, and difficult to win-
T'arreft the fleeting images that fill

The mirror of the mind, and hold them fast,
And force them fit till he has pencil'd off
A faithful likeness of the forms he views;
Then to dispose his copies with fuch art,
That each may find its most propitious light,
And fhine by fituation, hardly lefs.

Than by the labour and the skill it coft
Are occupations of the poet's mind

So pleafing, and that steal away the thought
With fuch address from themes of fad import,

That, loft in his own mufings, happy man!

He feels th' anxieties of life, denied

Their wonted entertainment, all retire.

Such joys has he that fings. But ah! not such,
Or feldom fuch, the hearers of his fong.
Faftidious, or else liftlefs, or perhaps
Aware of nothing arduous in a task
They never undertook, they little note

His dangers or escapes, and haply find

There leaft amusement where he found the most.

But is amusement all? ftudious of fong,
And yet ambitious not to fing in vain,

I would not trifle merely, though the world
Be loudeft in their praise who do no more.
Yet what can fatire, whether grave or gay?
It may correct a foible, may chastise
The freaks of fashion, regulate the drefs,
Retrench a fword-blade, or difplace a patch;

But where are its fublimer trophies found?

What vice has it fubdu'd? whofe heart reclaim'd

By rigour, or whom laugh'd into reform?

Alas! Leviathan is not fo tam'd:

Laugh'd at, he laughs again; and, ftricken hard,
Turns to the ftroke his adamantine fcales,

That fear no difcipline of human hands.

The pulpit, therefore (and I name it fill'd With folemn awe, that bids me well beware With what intent I touch that holy thing)— The pulpit (when the fatʼrift has at last, Strutting and vap'ring in an empty school, Spent all his force and made no profelyte)— I say the pulpit (in the sober use

Of its legitimate, peculiar pow'rs)

Must stand acknowledg'd, while the world shall stand,

The most important and effectual guard,

Support, and ornament, of virtue's cause.

There ftands the meffenger of truth: there stands

The legate of the fkies!-His theme divine,

His office facred, his credentials clear.